The Lyrics Thread-Part V

Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Novices lean on each other in yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripen’s the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun

Harriot, one of McCartney’s best. But I fear it’s not the Beatles’ version that you like :neutral: :smile:

Nope, its the beatles one i like. :content:
Of course i like the cover of it, too, but the first i heard it was the beatles version.

When i get home you’re so dead - Mayday parade.

The words are coming I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to act like this
Am I just another scene
From a movie that you’ve seen 100 times
Cause baby you weren’t the first or the last or the worst
And I’ve got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse
And we could sit around and cry but frankly your not worth it
Anymore

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

On any other day I’d shoot the boy
But your simple toy
Had caused a scene like that
Leave him hanging on the walls
Just a picture in the hall
Like 100 more
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he’s making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he’s leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

And your name remains the same
All that has changed is this pretty face
So pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
But never start over

Pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
but never start over

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

Say hello
Say hello

Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand how you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and…

(not very meaningful lyrics, but its my favourite song at the moment.)

The Carpet Crawlers - Genesis
The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway

ca.youtube.com/watch?v=KrclBlJ39r4

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. this time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to avoid.

The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling.
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. having seen only the inanimate bodies in the grand parade of lifeless packaging, rael rushe
Talk to them.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before.
Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Whats going on? he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies its a long time yet before the dawn. a sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying don
K him, the monk is drunk. each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there. not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door.
D a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.

Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing theyre free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing
Bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Redemption Song ~ Bob Marley

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the and of the almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? ooh!
Some say its just a part of it:
Weve got to fulfil de book.

Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say its just a part of it:
Weve got to fulfil de book.
Wont you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

gotta knock a little harder a song by Yoko Kanno & the Seatbelts, from the album Future Blues, part of the soundtrack to Knocking on Heaven’s Door, the Cowboy Bebop movie. url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdE1JCEKtg4[/url] happiness is just a word to me,
and it might have meant a thing or two
if i’d known the difference.

emptiness, a lonely parody
and my life, another smoking gun,
a sign of my indifference.

[i]always keeping safe inside,
where no one ever had a chance
to penetrate, or break in.

let me tell you, some have tried,
but i would slam the door so tight
that they could never get in.[/i]

kept my cool under lock and key,
and i never shed a tear,
another sign of my condidtion

fear of love or bitter vanity
that kept me on the run,
the main events at my confession.

[i]i kept a chain upon my door
that would shake the shame of Cain
into a blind submission.

the burning ghost without a name
was calling all the same,
but just i wouldn’t listen.[/i] the longer i’d stall,
the further i’d crawl;
the further i’d crawl,
the harder i’d fall:
i was crawling into the fire!

the more that i saw,
the further i’d fall;
the further i’d fall,
the lower i’d crawl:
i kept falling into the fire! suddenly it occurred to me
the reason for the run and hide
had totaled my existence.

everything left on the other side
could never be much worse that this,
—but could i go the distance?

[i]i faced the door and all my shame,
tearing off each piece of chain
until they all were broken.

but no matter how i tried,
the other side was locked so tight —
the door, it wouldn’t open.[/i] gave it all that i got
and started to knock,
shouted for someone
to open the lock:
i just gotta get through the door!

and the more that i knocked,
the hotter i got;
the hotter i got,
the harder i’d knock:
i just gotta break through the door!gotta knock a little harder,
gotta knock a little harder,
gotta knock a little harder,
break through the door!

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick

[size=75]Really dont mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper – your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I cant make you think.
Your sperms in the gutter – your loves in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
Im a bad dream that I just had today – and you
Shake your head and
Say its a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! a son is born – and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
Well
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water –
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other –
As the failing light illuminates the mercenarys creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling –
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping – their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master – thoughts moving ever faster –
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
The old mans gone – do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam –
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

Later.
Ive come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
Ive got to put you straight just like I did with my old man –
Twenty years too late.
Your bread and waters going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
Ill judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You c url your toes in fun as you smile at everyone – you meet the stares.
Youre unaware that your doings arent done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. wont you?
Join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are –
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall –
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the boy scout manual.

Later.
See there! a man born – and we pronounce him fit for peace.
Theres a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
Well
Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise man
How to fool the rest.

Quote
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? hipgrave. oh, mac.

Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying – hows your granny and
Good old ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
In the seagulls call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadists fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
And signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? do you?
Believe in the day! the dawn creation of the kings has begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night – and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise men endorse the poets sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
Your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red – while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery rhyme winds along.

So! come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! the summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool stood in his suit of armour or
The wiser man who rushes clear.
So! come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks and
Show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament.
Wont you? join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.
So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall – writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the boy scout manual.

Of course
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.[/size]

Pink Floyd - Sheep

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I’ve looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you’re told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Your Mother Should Know
The Magical Mystery Tour

Let’s all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (…know.)
Sing it again.
Let’s all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (…know.)
Lift up your hearts and sing me a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Aaaah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Aaaah.)
Sing it again.
Da-da-da-da…
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)

Mr. John Lennon - Mother

Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I wanted you but you didn’t want me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Farther, you left me but I never left you,
I needed you but you didn’t need me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Children, don’t do what I have done,
I couldn’t walk and I tried to run,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home…

Bullet For My Valentine-Waking The Demon

[Verse 1]
Helpless,
My eyes are bleeding from the fear that’s inside,
You sealed your demise when you took what was mine,
Don’t try to stop me from avenging this world,
No voice to be heard

[Chorus]
Waking The Demon,
Where’d ya run to?
Walking in shadows,
Watch the blood flow,
There’s not much longer, so don’t try and fight,
Your bodies weakening, Walk to the light,
Those painful times so alone so ashamed,
I’m not coming back there’s nothing to gain

[Verse 2]
Caution,
There’s just no limits to the boundaries you push
I warned you but still you just f**k with my mind,
There’s no escape from this rage that I feel,
Nothing is real,

[Chorus]
Waking The Demon,
Where’d ya run to?
Walking in shadows,
Watch the blood flow,
There’s not much longer, so don’t try and fight,
Your bodies weakening, Walk to the light,
Those painful times so alone so ashamed,
I’m not coming back there’s nothing to gain

[Breakdown X2]
Breathe for me
Don’t wake me from this slumber.
Stay With me
Possession taking over

[Solo Lead-in]
Nooooooo!
Tread!

[Breakdown X2]
Breathe for me
Don’t wake me from this slumber.
Stay With me
Possession taking over

[Outro]
Waking The Demon!

A good song when you’re pissed off at somebody :tongue:

There’s a good one.

Mother -

  • Oh yes

Remember A Day - Floyd

Remember a day before today
A day when you were young.
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came.
Sing a song that can’t be sung
Without the morning’s kiss
Queen - you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can’t we play today
Why can’t we stay that way
Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother’s gun
Dream yourself away
Why can’t we reach the sun
Why can’t we blow the years away
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember

Yer Blues - Beatles
Yes I’m lonely wanna die
Yes I’m lonely wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

In the morning wanna die
In the evening wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

My mother was of the sky
My father was of the earth
But I am of the universe
And you know what it’s worth
I’m lonely wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan’s Mr. Jones
Lonely wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock ‘n’ roll
Wanna die yeah wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

Optimistic ~ Radiohead

Flies are buzzing round my head
Vultures circling the dead
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
The big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem, give me some

You can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough

This one’s optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on animal farm

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough

I’d really like to help you, man
I’d really like to help you, man
Nervous messed up marionettes
Floating around on a prison ship

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
Dinosaurs roaming the Earth
Dinosaurs roaming the Earth
Dinosaurs roaming the Earth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_z7DVj-Oks

If It Be Your Will - Leonard Cohen

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.

From the Wicked musical. It’s a fun song.

What is this feeling? (Loathing)

(GALINDA)
Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsicle

(ELPHABA)
My dear father

(BOTH)
There’s been some confusion over rooming her at Shiz

(ELPHABA)
But of course I’ll care for Nessa

(GALINDA)
But of course I’ll rise above it

(BOTH)
For I know that’s how you’d want me to respond, yes
There’s been some confusion for you see my roomate is…

(GALINDA)
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…

(ELPHABA)
Blonde.

(GALINDA)
What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

(ELPHABA)
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you

(GALINDA)
My pulse is rushing

(ELPHABA)
My head is reeling

(GALINDA)
My face is flushing

(BOTH)
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame
Does it have a name?
Yes…
Loathing
Unadulterated loathing

(GALINDA)
For your face…

(ELPHABA)
Your voice

(GALINDA)
Your clothing!

(BOTH)
Let’s just say
I loathe it all!
Every little trait however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing
There’s a strange exhileration
In such total detestation
It’s so pure, so strong!
Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing loathing you
My whole life long!

(STUDENTS)
Dear Galinda you are just too good!
How do you stand it?
I don’t think we could!
She’s a terror, she’s a tartor
We don’t mean to show a bias
But Galinda you’re a martyr!

(GALINDA)
Well
These things are sent to try us!

(STUDENTS)
Poor Galinda forced to reside
With someone so disgusticified
We just want to tell you
We’re all on your side!
We share your
Loathing
(What is this feeling, so sudden and new?)
Unadulterated loathing
(I felt the moment I laid eyes on you!)
For her face, her voice, her clothing
(My pulse is rushing)
Let’s just say
(My head is reeling)
We loathe it all!

(ELPHABA & GALINDA)
Oh, what is this feeling?

(STUDENTS)
Every little trait however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
(Does it have a name? Yes)

(ALL)
Ah…

(ELPHABA & GALINDA)
Loathing!

(STUDENTS)
Loathing!

(ELPHABA & GALINDA)
There’s a strange exhileration

(STUDENTS)
Loathing!

(ELPHABA & GALINDA)
In such total detestation

(STUDENTS)
Loathing!

(ELPHABA & GALINDA)
It’s so pure, so strong!

(STUDENTS)
So strong!

(ELPHABA & GALINDA)
Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
For forever
Loathing
Truly deeply
Loathing you…
My whole life long!

(STUDENTS)
Loathing
Unadulterated loathing

(ELPHABA)
Boo!

(GALINDA)
AH!

Another song from Wicked.

Youtube links:
Link to this song: For Good
Another good song from Wicked worth a listen: Defying Gravity
Link to the song above:What is this feeling? (Loathing)

For Good

(Elphaba):
I’m limited
Just look at me - I’m limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn’t do, Glinda
So now it’s up to you
For both of us - now it’s up to you…

(Glinda):
I’ve heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don’t know if I believe that’s true
But I know I’m who I am today
Because I knew you…

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend…

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

(Glinda):
Because I knew you

(Both):
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I’ve done you blame me for

(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There’s blame to share

(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Glinda; simultaneously with Elphaba):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba; simultaneously with Glinda):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

(Both):
Who can say if I’ve been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

(Glinda):
And because I knew you…

(Elphaba):
Because I knew you…

(Both):
Because I knew you…
I have been changed for good…

Hey You

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you’re told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

I know it’s a movie soundtrack and all… but I love it!

Another way to Die
By Alica Keys and Jack White

Another ringer with the slick trigger finger
For her majesty
Another one with the golden tongue
Poisoning your fantasy
Another bill from a killer turned a thriller to a tragedy

Well, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Or someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
That will never see the sunshine
Another inch of your life sacrificed for you brother
In the nick of time
Another dirty money
Heaven sent honey
Turnin’ on a dime

Oh, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Or someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die

Another girl with her finger on the world
Singing to you what you want to hear
Another gun thrown down and surrendered
Took away your fear
Another man that stands behind you
Lookin’ in the mirror!

A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Or someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die!

And another by Bon Jovi

It’s My Life

This ain’t a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd
You’re gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud

It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s my life

This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow’s getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain’t even lucky
Got to make your own breaks

It’s my life
And it’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I’m alive
'Cause it’s my life

Better stand tall when they’re calling you out
Don’t bend, don’t break, baby, don’t back down

It’s my life
And it’s now or never
'Cause I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I’m alive

It’s my life
And it’s now or never
'Cause I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I’m alive
'Cause it’s my life!

IRON MAIDEN-The Prisoner

“We want information, information, information.”
“Who are you?”
“The new number two.”
“Who is number one?”
“You are number six.”
“I am not a number, I am a free man.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

I’m on the run, I kill to eat.
I’m starving now, I’m feeling dead on my feet.
Going all the way, I’m nature’s beast.
Do what I want, I’ll do as I please.

Run! Fight! To breathe! It’s tough!
Now you see me (haha!) Now you don’t.
Break the walls, I’m coming out.

Not a prisoner I’m a free man,
And my blood is my own now.
Don’t care, where the past was,
I know where I’m going…Out!

If you kill me, it’s self-defense,
If I kill you, then I call it vengeance.
Spit in your eye, I will defy,
you’ll be afraid when I call out your name.

Run! Fight! To breathe! It’s gonna be tough!
Now you see me, and now you don’t.
Break the walls, I’m coming out.

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man,
And my blood is my own now.
Don’t care, where the past was,
I know where I’m going.

I’m not a number, I’m a free man,
Live my life where I want to.
You’d better scratch me from your black book,
'cause I’ll run rings around you.

[Solo]

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man,
And my blood is my own now.
Don’t care where the past was,
I know where I’m going.

I’m not a number, I’m a free man,
Live my life where I want to.
You’d better scratch me from your black book,
'cause I’ll run rings around you.

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man,
And my blood is my own now.
Don’t care where the past was,
I know where I’m going.

Has this already been posted? :meh: