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Singing for the lonely

You're not the only ones who feel this

So scared of what we're doing

All the time

Here comes wasted head-space

Paranoia

Anger, misplaced feelings

Leave me nowhere

All the time

I don't wake up early every morning

'Cause the more I sleep the less I have to say

Scared of you always thinking that I'm boring

Stop me yawning my life away

Tender young confusion

Send black mariah for blue delusions

Lays heavy oh so heavy

On my mind

I'm so sick of people's expectations

Leaves me tired all the time

If your home's full of useless aggravation

Then don't bring it to mine

I seem to spend my life

Just waiting for the chorus

'Cause the verse is never nearly

Good enough

The hooligan half of me

That steals from Woolworths

While the other lives for love

I'm so sick of people's expectations

Leaves me tired all the time

If your home's full of worthless aggravation

Then don't bring it to mine

Singing for the lonely

We're not the only ones who feel this

So scared of what I'm doing

All the time

Singing for the Lonely

We're not the only ones who feel this

Scared of what we're doing

All the time

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Took a charter flight on a DC-10 to London, landed at Gatwick, took a bus to the center, called a friend from school who was selling hash, but she wasn't in. So I wandered around until it started to rain, then took a subway back to the friend's house and hung out there for four or five days. Saw the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. Ate a grapefruit next to the Thames River, which reminded me a lot of the cover of that Pink Floyd album. Wrote my mom a postcard I never sent. Bought some speed from an Italian guy I bumped into. Smoked a lot of hash that had too much tobacco in it. Took a ferry and then a bus to Dingle, Ireland where I drank too much Guiness Stout after eating spaghetti and threw it all up in front of a movie theater just as people were walking out. Stayed in a hostel but the assholes that worked there made me collect peat moss for the fire so I got a room in a bed-and-breakfast. Went to Dublin. It rained a lot, it was expensive, so I split for Amsterdam. There was someone playing saxophone at Central Station, which was kind of pretty. Stayed with some friends in someone's basement. Smoked a lot of hash in Amsterdam too, but lost most of my stash in some museum. The museums were cool, I guess. Lots of Van Goghs and the Vermeers were intense. Wandered around, bought a lot of pastries, ate some intense waffles. The Dutch all know English so I didn't have to speak any Dutch, which was a relief. Wanted to rent a car but couldn't. The people I was staying with had bikes though, so I went biking one day and I saw a lot of cows and geese and canals. I pulled off to the side of the road, got stoned and fell asleep, woke up, wrote a little, took some acid, made a few drawings, and then went to the red light district in Den Haag, because I heard the whores are cleaner and better looking than the whores in Amsterdam -- which they were. I fucked one so hard that I skinned my knees. Ate lunch at a Burger King, which was better and no more expensive than the States. Stayed in the Amsterdam Youth Hostel where there were some cool German guys who spoke better English than I do. We bought some coke and I cruised the red light district until I found a brunette with big tits that reminds me of KJ. I gave her a hundred Guilders. She worked me up, mounted me, put on a good show, and in the end she pulled me out and I came between her tits -- even though I’m wearing a rubber. Afterward we made small talk about AIDS, her Moroccan pimp, and herself. I wake to the sound of a wino singing. It is eight AM and hot as blazes. Had a beer and then headed South to Paris. Climbed the Eifel Tower with this Canadian guy named Tim for only seven Francs because the ticket machine was broke. Got the hang of the Subways. Told Tim to get lost. Met a French girl who’s going to Camden. I think she gave me mono. Went to Pamplona for the running of the bulls. Never saw one bull but I almost got trampled by the crowd. Dropped acid at the Museo Gala-Dalí, which was a trip. Went to the lamest circus ever, a goat and two guys on unicycles. Went to Nice and ate Mexican food at a place called Calexico -- or Mexicali. Then went to Switzerland where I, ironically, couldn’t find anyone who had the time. Took the Glacier Express to Zermatt, the Matterhorn, and found out that I could ski it, which, when you’re there, you have to do -- but I didn’t have gloves so I used socks instead and froze my hands. It was slushy but fun. Ate some Sourdough bread that tasted like it was made with sour milk. Eurail Pass’d into Italy and accidently slept through Florence. Ended up in Rome which was big and hot and dirty. It was just like L.A., but with ruins. I went to the Vatican but couldn’t get in because I was wearing shorts. I could get into the Sistine Chapel, which now that it’s been cleaned looked fake. At the train station I met two girls from Germany who I drank warm beer with. They’re living for a full year on only nine dollars a day. I tease them and then turn the couchette into a huge bed and we all fuck. I wake dirty and tired in Brindisi, which is hot and filthy. I go with the German girls to get a ferry to Greece, but we have to take different boats because I’m on Eurail an they’re on Interail. On the ferry to Corfu I meet three American girls and a guy from Turkey who used the word “nigger†constantly. This offends the American girls and I use it to my advantage. When we get to Corfu the girls and I ditch the Turkish guy and rent a house on the beach together. I dry hump one of the girls, whose name I think was Sue. I wake to Sue’s fat face and go off on my own to get wasted. When I stumble back I make out with Sue for a while until she tells me that I’m being cold to her. So I leave again and get drunk on Ouzo and the waiters break plates onto my head. When I get back that night Sue is asleep and I go skinny dipping with her friend out to some rocks. We sit on the rocks for a while and then she grabs my dick and we start to make out. She calls me Mr. L.A. I come close to fucking her but she says she can’t because she’s engaged, which is bullshit. I leave the next morning before they get up and take the ferry back to Italy. On the train I meet some Dutch guys. We started drinking heavily. The Dutch guys seem like fags to me. I got so drunk I couldn’t see and exchanged my shirt with one of them. In Venice I try to fart and instead shit my pants. Back in my hotel I masturbate and have a pain in my groin. That night I dream about a beautiful girl half in water, stretching her lean body. She asks me if I like it and I tell her she could clean fish with it. I wake well rested, masturbate in shower, and check out. I make my way back to London and hang out in Piccadilly Circus at a comic book shop. I meet a cute girl from Amsterdam at a Whimpys while eating a Spicy Bean Burger. She’s an Oreo with a diamond in her front tooth. We get stoned and fuck at her flat to Michael Jackson records and the next morning I wake up talking to myself. I have a big bump on my head from flailing in my sleep. I get my stuff and barely make my plane back to the United States. I no longer know who I am and feel like the ghost of a total stranger...

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Ayer conocí un cielo sin sol

y un hombre sin suelo

un santo en prisión

y una canción triste sin dueño

Ya he ya he ya la he

y conocí tus ojos negros

ya he ya he ya la he

y ahora sí que no

puedo vivir sin ellos yo

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo

que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir

he recorrido ya el mundo etero

y una cosa te vengo a decir

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut

fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur

y no encontré ojos así

como los que tienes tú

Rabboussamai fikarrajaii

fi ainaiha aralhayati

ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni

arjouka labbi labbi nidai

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut

fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur

y no encontré ojos así

como los que tienes tú

Ayer vi pasar una mujer

debajo de su camelo

um río de sal un barco

abandonado en el desierto

Ya he ya he ya la he

y conocí tus ojos negros

ya he ya he ya la he

y ahora sí que no

puedo vivir sin ellos yo

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo

que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir

he recorrido ya el mundo etero

y una cosa te vengo a decir

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut

fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur

y no encontré ojos así

como los que tienes tú

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One of my favorite quotes from a film

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' You call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing,' and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself." Paul Varjak

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Originally posted by starvingartist

Ayer conocí un cielo sin sol

y un hombre sin suelo

un santo en prisión

y una canción triste sin dueño

Ya he ya he ya la he

y conocí tus ojos negros

ya he ya he ya la he

y ahora sí que no

puedo vivir sin ellos yo

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo

que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir

he recorrido ya el mundo etero

y una cosa te vengo a decir

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut

fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur

y no encontré ojos así

como los que tienes tú

Rabboussamai fikarrajaii

fi ainaiha aralhayati

ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni

arjouka labbi labbi nidai

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut

fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur

y no encontré ojos así

como los que tienes tú

Ayer vi pasar una mujer

debajo de su camelo

um río de sal un barco

abandonado en el desierto

Ya he ya he ya la he

y conocí tus ojos negros

ya he ya he ya la he

y ahora sí que no

puedo vivir sin ellos yo

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo

que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir

he recorrido ya el mundo etero

y una cosa te vengo a decir

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut

fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur

y no encontré ojos así

como los que tienes tú

Where is this from? Its beautiful!!!

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Hey your glass is empty

it's a hell of a long way home

why don't you let me take you

it's no good to go alone

I never would have opened up

but you seemed so real to me

after all the bullshit I've heard

it's refreshing not to see

I don't have to pretend

[he] doesn't expect it from me

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Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide

voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time

the night is my companion, and solitude my guide

would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?

and I would be the one

to hold you down

kiss you so hard

I'll take your breath away

and after, I'd wipe away the tears

just close your eyes dear

Through this world I've stumbled

so many times betrayed

trying to find an honest word to find

the truth enslaved

oh you speak to me in riddles

and you speak to me in rhymes

my body aches to breathe your breath

your words keep me alive

And I would be the one

to hold you down

kiss you so hard

I'll take your breath away

and after, I'd wipe away the tears

just close your eyes dear

Into this night I wander

it's morning that I dread

another day of knowing of

the path I fear to tread

oh into the sea of waking dreams

I follow without pride

nothing stands between us here

and I won't be denied

and I would be the one

to hold you down

kiss you so hard

I'll take your breath away

and after, I'd wipe away the tears

just close your eyes...

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she finally has a new album coming out in september... i love her lyrics, perfect for the scorned, man-hating woman (which i'm not lol), and very poetic...

You moved like honey in my dream last night

Yeah, some old fires were burning

You came near to me and you endeared to me

But you couldn't quite discern me

Does that scare you? I'll let you run away

But your heart will not oblige you

You'll remember me like a melody

Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you

And my big secret - Gonna win you over

Slow like honey, heavy with mood

I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard

I'll invade your demeanor

And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze

And you'll wonder what it is about me

It's my big secret - Keeping you coming

Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Though dreams can be deceiving

Like faces are to hearts

They serve for sweet relieving

When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

So I stretch myself across, like a bridge

And I pull you to the edge

And stand there waiting

Trying to attain

The end to satisfy the story

Shall I release you?

Must I release you?

As I rise to meet my glory

But my big secret

Gonna hover over your life

Gonna keep you reaching

When I'm gone like yesterday

When I'm high like heaven

When I'm strong like music

'Cuz I'm slow like honey, and

Heavy with mood

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So be it, I’m your crowbar

If that’s what I am so far

Until you get out of this mess

And I will pretend

That I don’t know of your sins

Until you are ready to confess

But all the time, all the time

I’ll know, I’ll know

And you can use my skin

To bury secrets in

And I will settle you down

And at my own suggestion,

I will ask no questions

While I do my thing in the background

But all the time, all the time

I’ll know, I’ll know

Baby-I can’t help you out, while she’s still around

So for the time being, I’m being patient

And amidst this bitterness

If you’ll just consider this-even if it don’t make sense

All the time-give it time

And when the crowd becomes your burden

And you’ve early closed your curtains,

I’ll wait by the backstage door

While you try to find the lines to speak your mind

And pry it open, hoping for an encore

And if it gets too late, for me to wait

For you to find you love me, and tell me so

It’s ok, don’t need to say it.

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Over Mountains

Over Trees

Over Oceans

Over Seas

I'll be there

In a whisper on the wind

On the smile of a new friend

Just think of me

And I'll be there

Don't be afraid, oh my love

I'll be watching you from above

And I'd give all the world tonight,

To be with you

Because I'm on your side,

And I still care

I may have died,

But I've gone nowhere

Just think of me,

And I'll be there

On the edge of a waking dream

Over Rivers

Over Streams

Through Wind and Rain

I'll be there

Across the wide and open sky

Thousands of miles I'd fly

To be with you

I'll be there

Don't be afraid, oh my love

I'll be watching you from above

And I'd give all the world tonight,

To be with you

Because I'm on your side,

And I still care

I may have died,

But I've gone nowhere

Just think of me,

And I'll be there

In the breath of a wind that sighs

Oh, there's no need to cry

Just think of me,

And I'll be there...

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Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed

That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed

I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times

When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise

And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?

I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find

But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?

Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?

Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise

And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?

Now I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find

But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?

Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?

Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Doo wop doo wop ...

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Does your memory stray

To a bright sunny day?

When I kissed you

And called you sweetheart?

Do the chairs in your parlor

Seem empty and bare?

Do you gaze at your doorstep

And picture me there?

Is your heart filled with pain

Shall I come back again?

Tell me dear

Are you lonesome tonight...

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all alone on a sunday morning

outside i see the rain is falling...

inside i'm slowly dying

but the rain will hide my crying

crying, crying, crying

and you...

don't you know

my tears will burn the pillow

set this place on fire,

cause i'm tired of all your lies

all i needed was a simple hello

but the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear my cries...

i gave you my love in vain

my body never knew such pleasure

my heart never knew such pain

and you...

you leave me so confused

now i'm all cried out...

over you....

oh you

all over you....

never wanted to see things your way

had to go astray

oh why was i such a fool?

now i see that the grass is greener

is it to late for me

to find my way home

how could i be so wrong

...leaving me all alone

don't you know

the heart will cause an inferno

romance up in flames

why should i take the blame

you were the one who left me neglected

i'm so sorry

apology not accepted

add me to the broken hearts you've collected

I gave you all of me

how was i to know

you would weaken so easily

oh i....

i don't know what to do

now i'm all cried out

over you.....

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