song lyric fiction story

[moel]

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
I try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

i'm going out sleepwalking
where mute memories start talking
the boss that couldn't help but hurt you
and the pretty thing he made desert you
i'm going out now like a baby
a naïve unsatisfiable baby
grabbing onto whatever's around
for the soaring high or the crushing down
with hidden cracks that don't show
but that constantly just grow
i'm looking for the man that attacked me
while everybody was laughing at me
you beat it in me that part of you
but i'm gonna split us back in two
tired of living in a cloud
if you're gonna say shit now you'll do it out loud
it's 2:45 in the morning
and i'm putting myself on warning
for waking up in an unknown place
with a recollection you've half erased
looking for somebody's arms to
wave away past harms
i'm walking out on center circle
the both of you can just fade to black
i'm walking out on center circle
been pushed away and i'll never go back

[moel]

turn the ugly light off god
wanna feel the night
everyday it shines down on me
don't you think that i see what it's all about

hard to look the other way
while the world passes me by
and everyone is trying to bum me out

it's a pretty big world god
and i am awful small
everyday they rain down on me
flower in a hailstorm
i'm living for the drought
i could throw it back at them
but then i play their game
everyone is trying to bum me out

when i came into this world they slapped me
and everyday since then i'm slapped again
tomorrow's king: an unsightly coward
you see, I know i'm gonna win

turn the ugly light off god
don't wanna see my face
everyday it will betray me
don't you think that i know what they're talking about
if they step on me tonight
they're gonna pay someday
everyone is trying to bum me out

Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure then you can't inhale
Clearly
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly

In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest
Been there when I'm over careering
Room shifting is endearing
Between us is our kitchen
Would you found my irritant's itching
Been here before
Been here forever

She comes
I make no sound in my eidertown
Awake I lie in the morning's blue
Room is still my antenna in you
Nylon burns the bedspread with two
Gravity's zero see me stall
I bounce off walls lose my footing and fall
It can be sweet though incomplete though
And the frames will freeze
See me on all four's
It's been a long time

I caught your radio waves
I caught your radio waves
Will you take a string
Say you string me along
Say you string me along
Say inertia creeps
Inertia creeps and she comes

[nycwriters]

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[lapietra]

he's a mood swinging man with his bag of tricks
never know where he's at
the life of the party when he's doing his flips
a drag when he's flat on his back
this town feels empty now he's gone away
please understand
something new to discover everyday
the wheels in his hand

he takes me up
he brings me back down again
flash in the pan
mood swinging man can't pretend

tall dark stranger of the restless kind
shadow of a shadow
i'd like to wander through his mind
he's hard to get to know
he wakes you up in the dead of night
to tell you he's in love
he can give a heavy sleeper a terrible fright

and no one can keep up

with the mood swinging man
he'll be back down again
he lights up
he's a flash in the pan
mood swinging man
no idea who I am
i'm the mood swinging man

you know where he's at
he will crave your sttention still
all too familiar
mood swinging man

n. finn/t. finn

Take me home tonight
where there's music and there's people
who are young and alive
driving in your car
I never never want to go home
because I haven't got one anymore

Take me home tonight
because I want to see people
and I want to see life
driving in your car
oh please don't drop me home
because it's not my home, it's their home
and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
crashes in to us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me home tonight
take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
and in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me
and I just couldn't ask

Take me home tonight
oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
driving in your car
I never never want to go home
because I haven't got one
no, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
crashes in to us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out

[Cicatrice]

...This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine...

[moel]

You told me, i see you rise
but it always falls
i see you come, i see you go
You say: " All things pass into the night"
And i say "oh no sir, i must say you're wrong,
i must disagree oh no sir, i must say you're wrong
Won't you listen to me?"

You told me "I've seen it all before
been there, i've seen my hopes and dreams
all lying on the ground"
i've seen the sky, just begin to fall
and you say "All things pass into the night"
and i say " Oh no sir, i must say you're wrong,
i must disagree oh no sir, i must say you're wrong
Wont' you listen to me?"
Goodbye horses, i'm flying over you
Goodbye horses, i'm flying over you

[nycwriters]

.

A baseball bat, a baseball bat beside my bed
I'll wait around and wait around, and wait
I hear a noise, I hear a noise, well I hear something
I am alone, you win again, I'm paralyzed
I drift away, I'll drift away, am I asleep yet
I hear a scream, I see me scream, is it from memory
Am I awake, am I alone, when it is sunrise
A baseball bat, a thing of mace
That thing of mace, the thing of mace, where did I leave it
A psychopath, a psychopath, he says he loves me
And I'm alone, and I am cold and paralyzed, I can't move

[moel]

How does her world spin
Without me in her nest
Could there really be
Such happiness

But she's got a dark side too
even murderous
But I love that, just like her

I don't have a chance of writing the book,
I just want to be a page.

[moel]

Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it's almost out
We're so creative, so much more
We're high above but on the floor
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.

It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
I'm not an addict...

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that... (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that... (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that... (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that... (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah

[Buckley]

God sometimes you just don't come through


--Tori