song lyric fiction story

[nycwriters]

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[nycwriters]

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[noxxville]

Through the rails I spied
Your ponytail. I tried
With sugar cubes - And they're O.K.
But I don't think
I'll catch you that way
I hate myself 'cause you're so cool
With your mocking eyes
"Won't you look at the old fool"
Wild horses - I want to have
Look at you - Unflawed.
Now look at me - Plain overawed
Grace and looks take no credit for
Girl you're young
And they're part of the score
Like the chemicals at war in me

Prefab Sprout - Wild Horses

[Cicatrice]

I met a caveman in the library
And I asked him, "What was your life like?"
He said, "For the most part, we were appropriately named.
Mostly we just hung around in caves hoping for some food to come along
And waiting for the dinosaur to die."

I met Moses in the tavern, and I bought him a beer
I said, "Mo, there's something that I've always wondered about.
For forty years you wandered out in the desert.
Didn't one among you think beforehand to have brought some kind of map?"
He said, "We waited that the ones who knew firsthand of slavery could die out,
Be left behind, buried in the ground.
So that no one but the innocent could reach the Promised Land.
We waited for the children of slavery to die."

Now the young ones, the young ones
Begin their wandering through the desert
Through TV news, legal claims, and taxes
With one eye on the missiles, and one on the obituaries
Waiting for the children of the Cold War to die

"For we have mortgaged our very future on this defense
Anything is negotiable.
It is the soviets who have stirred up this crisis.
We must undertake air attacks.
The greatest need is confidence.
Communism is an aberration.
I want to do what is principled.
Anything is negotiable.
Communism is an
Communism is an aberration."

Helmut Kohl and Maggie Thatcher
Yasser Arafat, George Bush and Gorbachev
Are of the desert, they will not pass through
They will leave their bones behind
To vanish into dust
And one day bloom again as wheat stalks
Beneath the boiling sun

As the young ones
Begin their wandering
Through crack houses, leveraged buyouts, TV news, legal claims, and taxes
With one eye on the missiles, and one on the obituaries
Waiting for the children of the Cold War to die
One eye on the missiles, and one on the obituaries
Waiting for the children of the Cold War to die

Dan Bern

Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around broken in two
'Till you eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
'Till my hand shook with the way I fear

I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate

It was you breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers turning into dust
Turning into dust


(mazzy star)

[Cicatrice]

Two weeks in a Virginia jail
For my lover, for my lover
Twenty thousand dollar bail
For my lover, for my lover

And everybody think
that I'm the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you
The things we won't do for love

I'd climb a mountain if I had to
Risk my life so I could have you, you, you, you...

Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed
For my lover, for my lover
They dope me up and I tell them lies
For my lover, for my lover

I follow my heart
And leave my head to ponder
Deep in this love
No man can shake

I follow my heart
And leave my head to wonder
Is this love worth
The sacrifices I make

chapman

[nycwriters]

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here's the silhouette the face always turned away
the bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day
couldn't figure out what made you so unhappy
shook your head to say no no no
and stopped for a spell
and stayed that way
oh well, okay
i got pictures, i just don't see it anymore
climbing hour upon hour through a total bore
with the one i keep where it never fades
in the safety of a pitch black mind
an airless cell that blocks the day
oh well, okay
if you a get a feeling the next time you see me
do me a favor and let me know
'cos it's hard to tell
it's hard to say
oh well, okay
oh well, okay
oh well, okay

[nycwriters]

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[moel]

She rides with the gods of the night,
She rules the tides in me.
She crushes the waves with her sigh,
And she...oh lord... becomes a part of me,
But her care is as sharp as a knife.
I'll say, for how can she step away from me,
How can you just walk away from me?

-Kane

[ambo]

A family of foxes
Came to my yard and dug in
So I looked in a book
To see what this could possibly mean
'Cause there's fate in the breeze
And signs in the trees
And possible tragic events
When forces collide
With the damage strewn wide
And holes blasted straight through the fence
The sky starts to crash
The rain on the roof starts to drumming
And laid out like cash
Your take on my list of shortcomings
The show starts to close
I know how this goes
The plot's a predictable showing
And although it seems grand
We're just one speck of sand
And back to the hourglass we're going

-Emily Saliers

I can't get that sound you make out of my head
I can't even figure out what's making it
no one else around even seems to be noticing
it's only small enough for me
I can't get that sound you make out of my head
I can't even figure out what's making it
it feels like fingernails across the moon
or do you rub your wings together
there's a mean bone in my body
it's connected to the problems that I won't take for an answer and I won't take that from you
because I'd
hurt a fly let you go to sleep
feeling bad as me
let you go to sleep feeling bad
there's a mean bone in my body
it's connected to the problems that I won't take for an answer and I won't take that from you
because I'd
hurt a fly

(built to spill)

[moel]

I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure
And I just can’t wait ‘till the day when you knock on my door
Now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
‘Cause I just can't wait ‘till you write me you're coming around

I’m walking on sunshine, wooah!

[laughingbuddha]

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say Goodbye

But the dawn is breaking it's early morn
The taxi's waiting he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

[malina]

I believe, I believe what the old man said
though I know that there's no lord above
I believe in me, I believe in you
and you know I believe in love
I believe in truth though I lie a lot
I feel the pain from the push and shove
no matter what you put me through
I'll still believe in love
and I say

I love your love action
lust's just a distraction
no talking, just looking
watching your love action