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[GreasyItalianPrincess]

Tom Waits


That Feel



Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's that feel
Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
But not that feel
You can throw it out in the rain
You can whip it like a dog
You can chop it down like an old dead tree
You can always see it
When you're coming into town
Once you hang it on the wall
You can never take it down

But there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
You can pawn your watch and chain
But not that feel
It always comes and finds you
It will always hear you cry
I cross my wooden leg
And I swear on my glass eye
It will never leave you high and dry
Never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos

But there's one thing you can't do
Is lose that feel
You can throw it off a bridge
You can lose it in the fire
You can leave it at the altar
But it will make you out a liar
You can fall down in the street
You can leave it in the lurch
Well you say that it's gospel
But I know that it's only church

And there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
It's that feel

[GreasyItalianPrincess]

Rockwell


Somebodys Watching Me



I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone

I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me
I always feel like somebody's watching me

When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
But can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid

When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair
Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
That's why...

I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me it can't be

(instrumental)

I don't know anymore
Are the neighbors watching me
Well is the mailman watching me
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now--- (BOOO!) -The IRS?

I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me
I always feel like somebody's watching me
I can't enjoy my tea!

[CriticsLoveSnatch]

Thrice
The Melting Point of Wax

I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now i see so clearly
What i could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself to the wind.

There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
A leap of faith.

Parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming up to me
"You flew too high, for now your too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"

But how will I know limits from life if i never try?

Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
Nothing to me
Nothing to me

I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Die Trying.

Fly on these secondhand wings
Willing to find out what impossible means
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea.

[GreasyItalianPrincess]

NEIL YOUNG


Round And Round And Round



Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

It's hard enough losin'
the paper illusion
you've hidden inside,
Without the confusion
of findin' you're usin'
the crutch of a lie
To shelter your eye when you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem you in.
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

Now you're movin' too slow
and wherever you go
there's another beside.
It's so hard to say no
to yourself and it shows
that you're losing inside,
When you step on your pride and you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in.
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

How the hours will bend
through the time that you spend
till you turn to your eyes,
And you see your best friend
looking over the end
and you turn to see why,
And he looks in your eyes and he cries.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

[Hawt Baux]

Tool
H.

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

[GreasyItalianPrincess]

METALLICA


The Unforgiven



New blood joins this earth
and quikly he's subdued
through constant pained disgrace
the young boy learns their rules

with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub the unforgiven

you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven

[McNabbShouldDie]

"Game Over" - Gatsbys American Dream

Now with silence broken, your torch has sputtered out and now the tribe has spoken, you’re voted out and there’s not time for your last words. I hope that you feel rotten when you get what you earn. For what it’s worth, I'll be happy when you’re gone. You’re just a little man, you burned the bridge. We’re not the same. The consequences come when they’re the last things that you’re looking for. Not the nucleus of your stupid game. You’re not the judge…. I'm not the same as I used to be. When all you sew is hate; it’s a bitter harvest. You’ll get what you earn. You’ll get back what you ask for, but you won’t win this time. You won’t win. I'll shut you down. Game over. With silence broken, my tired voice can sing I'm sorry.

[McNabbShouldDie]

"Where Shadows Lie" - Gatsbys American Dream

you made my heart your home
so i snuck up on the rooftop
to peer down at you
through the skylight
to find that you were setting fires
who sets fire to their own home?
my chest is burning
but i am not the one pointing fingers
not making accusations
it is the last day of summer and i am standing alone
only this time it is cold and it is two years later
i see everything in a thousand shades of red
now that the scales have fallen from my eyes
you fan the flames
every time there is silence
you fan the flames
with departure
only you can put me out
so you put me out
i am falling down
still burning from the inside
and i see you right there by my side
you will see this time
so i put you out

[McNabbShouldDie]

"The Fall Of George Mallory" - Gatsbys American Dream

And the birds eat your insides
Clutching the mountain side
(its where the day takes you)
Did you think you would try to climb the face?
Theres longing and it breaks you
(synthetic lies)
Your filling up with concrete

Didnt miss a breath
When you climbed so high
Did you see your wife and child
And where you ready to die
A million miles away, would you throw it all away?

Simple dreams in the mainstream
Is where the day takes you
Simple dreams in the mainstream
But you just died a million miles from home

[GreasyItalianPrincess]

Simon & Garfunkel


The Sound Of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
?neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence."