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No.4836

post lyrics that are particularly good in your opinion. Accompanying music is optional. I'll start with a section of 'Third Eye':

>Shroud-ing all the ground around me

>Is this holy crow above me.
>Black as holes within a memory
>And blue as our new second sun.
>I stick my hand into his shadow
>To pull the pieces from the sand.
>Which I attempt to reassemble
>To see just who I might have been.
>I do not recognize the vessel,
>But the eyes seem so familiar.
>Like phosphorescent desert buttons
>Singing one familiar song...

  No.4837

Skycamefalling - Porcelain Heart Promises

How beautiful the way the sun sets. As we stared up at the same sky, and swore that for an eternity that the stars would collide. I can reach the sky, but I still can't touch your heart. Can we dream of tomorrow when we can't even get through today? As forever fades away I will carry these blades on paper cut hands. I'll cross my heart in hopes that I would die. Throught a plethora of screams, they can't hear my cries. In these echoes of silence, I can hear the angels sing, yearning for forgiveness, and the healing of broken wings with hearts on fire. I'm praying for the clouds to hold me in its embrace. I am trying to stand on these broken legs. Reflecting on memories I have so yearned to erase. Tears run for so long that I have gotten used to the taste.

  No.4843

'Nirvana', this is actually a Bukowski poem read by Tom Waits:

Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose,
he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere.
And it began to snow.

And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the meal was particularly good.
And the coffee.

The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh.

And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there.

And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: "I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here."
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.

And the young man looked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn't noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side,
closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

There was nothing else to do,
just to listen to the sound of the engine,
and the sound of the tires
in the snow.

  No.4845

Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will, will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.

Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child
Or drags you down like a stone to
Consume you till you choose to let this go.
Choose to let this go.

Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and
Transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and
Transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.
Let go.

  No.4846


Nothing changes and it never will.
Sun up sun down everyday stay the same.
Repetition, metaphorical erosion of the spirit.
Rusting promises like skin liable to chap.
Fate is the nightlight that burns our eyes out as we walk tightropes and dance in circles to the tune of our backsbreaking under weight up living up to potential.
Choke on the smell.
On and on, around and around.
Never missing a beat.
Soldering forward,away from what you truly aspire to be, or to do, or to see, for fear of pushing.
Sinking or sailing, flying or falling, cutting the waves.
Breaching the hull.
Soaring without effort.
Going down in flames.
No ports, no parachutes.
Failure is divine satire so maybe we'll be laughing at the ones who died in neutral.
So maybe we'll be laughing at the ones who died in park.
Who is to say? Every time you sell yourself short, an angel gets its wings.
So maybe I'll be a monumental joke.
Moving on, staying in place, with the things we want growing old in the back seat.

  No.4861

This is my least favorite you
Who floats far above earth and stone
The nights that I twist on the rack
Is the time that I feel most at home
We're wandering in the shade
And the rustle of fallen leaves
A bird on the edge of a blade
Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory

  No.4864

The Doors - The End

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes, again

Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand
In a, desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, all the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles

Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, the west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother, I want to, fuarrrk you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, c'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, beautiful friend

This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

  No.4865

Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen
Makes babies to breathe
With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets
As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer

And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing
They'll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating
Till wonderfully wet she will get
Until she's soaked inside her clothes

And there is no sorry to be sorry for
For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft
It made her swallow all her sweat
With every bit of breath she coughs
And when the day it came to pour all her babies
All across the bathroom floor
She will be swimming in them all forever more

  No.4878

-- From Slip Slidin' Away - Paul Simon --
God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable
To the mortal man
We work our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

-- From Same Thing - Flobots --
Let it blow with convulsive force
Till walls fall off their false supports
Till Jericho's aircraft carriers alter course
And all brave young Americans are called ashore
Cause we've already lost the war they keep wagin'
Splattering the streets in battles that keep ragin'
Bloodyin' each page of the story that we're studying
Each day the same just the names keep changin'

  No.4881

The sketchy crowd shows me drawings, they're alright
An alternately dim and frightful waste
Now come on honey let's go outside
You disrupt the world's disorder just by virtue of your grace, you know
I didn't want to go, but leave I must
As gratifying as this dust was

https://youtu.be/2KDtJjzJWS0

dan bejar is really something

  No.4883

Boy don't even try to touch this
Boy this beat is crazy
This is how they made me
Houston Texas baby
This goes out to all my girls
That's in the club rocking the latest
Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later
I think I need a barber
None of these niggas can fade me
I'm so good with this,
I remind you I'm so hood with this
Boy I'm just playing
Come here baby
Hope you still like me
fuarrrk you pay me

  No.4916

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Drunk with the nectar
Of submission
Of submission
I feel nothing more
I feel nothing more
Than existence, than existence
A loneliness
That will not
Come off
In the Narcissism
Of the harbour
We are lost
Vaster than night
My Pride
My Threats
My Thrust
This is beyond very fond
All this is beyond
All this is beyond
Is this the final exorcism?
Of an Obsession
In the Obsession?
Swept clean of the past
And its errors
Shall we take new roads?
We shall take new roads
Look, Lost
Vast Night
Tearing and Loathing
Thrashing without you
To the Church of Tomorrow
Death is the Martyr of Beauty
Look, Here is our Runic Wreath
Look Here!

https://youtu.be/mmQBW2P51Yw
(video contains images that some may consider strong)