Songs that fit your mood.

[Zaftig]

I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues
*Elton John*


Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

[Mocha]

Almost blue
Almost doing things we used to do
There’s a boy here and he’s almost you
Almost all the things that your eyes once promised
I see in his too
Now your eyes are red from crying

Almost blue
Flirting with this disaster became me
It named me as the fool who only aimed to be

Almost blue
It’s almost touching it will almost do
There’s a part of me that’s always true...always
Not all good things come to an end now it is only a chosen few
I’ve seen such an unhappy couple

Almost me
Almost you
Almost blue

[Zaftig]

My Immortal
*Evanescence*

my immortal
i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone

these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase

when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me

you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now i'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase

when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me

i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along

[daverbee]

Let my arms be a tree,
Let my eyes be a bee,
Let my hair be
A bed of roses,
Let my lips kiss the ocean.

Let my feet feed
An earthworm,
Let my ears feed a beetle,
Let my thighs feed a wolf,
Let my nose be a plum.

Oh, it's the sweet cycle of life.
Oh yes, it's the sweet cycle of life.
Well who am I to complain
About a little earthly pain?

Let my heart be
an orchard of artichokes,
Let my chest be
A bridge of mesquite.
Let my cock feed a crow,
Let my stomach feed
A flock of geese.

Oh, it's the sweet cycle of life.
Oh, yes, it's the sweet cycle of life.
Well who am I to complain,
Are we not one and the same?

Let me celebrate my life
In the way that I want to
In a feast of all the pieces
That were meant to be used.

Oh, it's the sweet cycle of life.
Oh, yes, it's the sweet cycle of life.
Well who am I to complain,
Are we not one and the same?

[Zaftig]

He said, he said, he said
’there was nothing to fear, boy’
And he said, he said, he said
’worthless are your tears boy’

’just realize your senses
And realize your earth
Just realize your essence first’

Now don’t you know, I’ll never be the same again
I, I want to walk in the sun
I am alive and well again
No more bittersweet
No more good pain
No more

So many of us stand in the middle
Looking back to the worst
Looking foward to the fall
Making weapons of peace for the defense
Of the bloodstains on our
Peaceful sidewalks

You say the buildings got too tall
And they’re gonna fry your brother
Well I say you better walk away, walk away, walk away
And find your mother

No more bittersweet
No more good pain

If I can’t sing this song
And tell you all about it
Then I’ll just pack it up right now and
Walk away
Don’t even doubt it

So when our sherry glass is full
And the day is way to young
You’d better sip today, sip today, sip today
Before it’s gone

No more bittersweet
No more good pain

"Blood To Bleed"

This place rings with echoes of
Lives once lived but now are lost
Time spent wondering about tomorrow
I don’t care if we lose it all tonight
Up in flames, burning bright
Warming the air of the world

“I don’t love you anymore” is all I remember you telling me
Never have I felt so cold
I have no more blood to bleed
As my heart has been draining into the sea

Since I’ve taken your footsteps
Getting me closer to what is left
Of the dreams of what I once claimed to know

Within my bones this resonates
Boiling blood will circulate
Could you tell me again what you did this for?

“I don’t love you anymore” is all I remember you telling me
Never have I felt so cold
I have no more blood to bleed
As my heart has been draining into the sea

Still I wait
With a hope inside of me (inside of me)
So still (so still) I wait (I wait)
Until again we meet
Until again we meet

Within my bones this resonates
Boiling blood will circulate
Could you tell me again what you did this for?

“I don’t love you anymore” is all I remember you telling me
Never have I felt so cold
I have no more blood to bleed
As my heart has been draining into the sea

Still I wait
With a hope (so still) inside of me (I wait)
So still (a hope) I wait (inside of me)

[trisherina]

We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves.
We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels.
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight.

To tell the tale of the Jewess and the Mandarin Chinese boy
He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth.
And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there
before her
And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh.

So goodnight, boys, goodnight
Say goodnight, boys, goodnight

We set to sail on the clipper that's bound for South Australia
The weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile.
But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the
cross-trees
The ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to
the shrouds.

So goodnight, boys, goodnight
Say goodnight, boys, goodnight.