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« on: March 24, 2006, 07:29:45 PM » |
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Better Days
Got so down there was no out
Another ounce of more than I could bear
Just a shadow of my broken self
Reflects the blade that found me here
Just another one of those days
When every bullet seems to know your name
Yesterdays tune in blues and greys
Tomorrow holds more of the same
All my sins
are home to roost
All my lies
have outed truth
All my fears
my only friends
One more wrong
to make amends
Now I can feel the pain from here
With a whisper, calls me home to visit
But the briars of your heart are there
And fence the hate within it
My dreams are ashes in my mind
My life astretch as I fall through it
Armed only with a fate unkind
I burn each bridge as I come to it
Now all my sins
are home to roost
All my lies
have outed truths
All my fears
(are) my only friends
One more wrong
to make amends
So with sweet needle and friendly blade
I wander on to a better day
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"A musician, if he's a messenger, is like a child who hasn't been handled too many times by man, hasn't had too many fingerprints across the brain. That's why music is so much heavier than anything you ever felt."
- Jimi Hendrix
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dragonorchid
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SHE WHO MUST BE OBEYED
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« Reply #2 on: March 26, 2006, 06:15:10 PM » |
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own up... who's been smiting the newbies...  
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« Reply #3 on: April 07, 2006, 01:42:59 AM » |
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So Long
So long
Looks like your time has come, my friend
Funny how the years passed
When it seemed they'd never end
So hard
Trying to take this like a man
Aint it funny how you try so hard to hide the fear
When you know you never can
Sometime
You gotta pay for what you've done
And that time
Comes way too soon for some
You've come so far
Just to find the edge draws near
And it takes so much to fight the night
You don't feel the dawn disappear
And time slows
When you wait for its healing
Life shows your hand
But fate keeps on dealing
When all a friend can do
Just can't ease what you've been feeling
In the face of forever
You know the pain only grows
So long
Since I've seen you ride this storm on through
Coz then the world came in
And now the storm just rides on you
You shine your light
But all the colours fade to black
You've seen the wolf
And you aint never coming back
So long
Looks like your time has come, my friend.
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« Reply #4 on: April 07, 2006, 01:48:20 AM » |
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Guitarist for Auckland rockers Miscreant.
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« Reply #5 on: April 12, 2006, 04:37:32 PM » |
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Dull
Wallowed today in the sh*t that you gave me
Followed your way in the hat that you made me (wear)
Since I've failed to find the truth behind the lie you had in mind
I swallow my days in the hate that you saved me
Coz I've been dulling my life on your sharpened lies
Seeking the truth through blinded eyes
Looking for something I just won't find
Sight is a gag to my mind
Stumbled today, tryin' ta think like ya told me
Fumbled my way, through the bullsh*t that holds me (down)
Seems I've failed to find the truth that binds the lie you hide behind
Crumbles away in the light that you sold me
Well, I've been dulling my life on your sharpened lies
Seeking the truth through blinded eyes
Looking for something I just won't find
Sight is a gag to my mind
Show me where to cast my stone
Wallowed today in the sh*t that you saved me
Followed your way in the hat that you made me (wear)
Since I've failed to find the truth behind the lie you had in mind
I swallow my days in the hate that you made me
Swallow my days
Swallow my days
Swallow my days
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« Reply #6 on: May 27, 2006, 03:33:58 PM » |
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<A little 12-bar for the purists ....>
Get Along
Get along babe
Be on your funky way
I said get along now baby
Get along wit' yo' funky ways
I said be gone
Just get the f*ck on outta my face
Well I ain't got reason
To stop you walking out the door
I said I ain't got no reason
To stop you walking out the door
So you betta just walk on, walk on, walk on
And piss me off no more
(Well there) Ain't no fury
Like a woman scorned
They say that Hell ain't got no fury
Like a woman scorned
Don't give a damn
F*ck you ... and the day you were born
Get along babe
Be on your funky way
I said get along now baby
Get along wit' yo' funky ways
I said be gone
Just get the f*ck on outta my face
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- Jimi Hendrix
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« Reply #7 on: October 11, 2007, 07:27:10 AM » |
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Here's a cover I'm working on, probably belongs in Ant's 'Weird Al' section but what the hay ...
<inspired by Aretha Franklin's version of "(You Make Me Feel Like A) Natural Woman">
Unnatural
Looking out on the morning rain
I used to feel so uninspired
And when I knew I had to face another day
Lord it made me feel so tired
Before the day I met you
Life was just unkind
But you came along and
F*cked with my mind
Coz you make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like an absolute moron
When my soul was in the lost and found
You came along and enslaved it
I never knew there was something wrong with me
But you sure helped me name it
Now I'm no longer doubtful
Of who I'm living for
But if it makes you happy
I don't need to live no more
Coz you make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like an insecure mortal
Oh baby what you done to me
You make me feel no good inside
When all I wanna be
Is close to you
You make me feel so denied
You make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like I'm so f*cking special
You make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
So unnatural, woman.
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