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101

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
where’s the sense in that?

I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can’t talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of “it’s over”
then I’m sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on…

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

White Flag
Dido

102

White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly
The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air
A silence everywhere
Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer’s sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;
Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.

[size=75]Standing Stones, Lyrics Archibald Lampman 1861-1899, Music Loreena McKennitt
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103

“Come as you are”
-Nirvana

104

“Be Quiet and Drive”
-Deftones

105

“cloud pump”
-I Mother Earth

106

good song

107

CI,

Yeah I thought it was indicative of ILP and message boards. Because while we retain some annonimity and we take on characters so to speak…

… We come as we are.

108

There’s a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler,
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called must we,
just because the son has come.
(Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle,
something but the past and done? 2x)
Why can’t we not be sober?
Just want to start this over.
Why can’t we drink forever?
I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you,
just enough to bring you down.
(Mother Mary won’t you whisper,
something but what’s past and done. 2x)
Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave
(Trust me. 5x)
Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start things over.
Why can’t we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.

(I want, what I want. 4x)

Sober
Tool

109

We never fear the night
We bring our own starlight
Dropped on the world below
Wait for the afterglow
And in the dark they wed
we’re dancing with the dead
And if the groun’d been stained
Colors run in the rain.
Run away, no delay
Do we have to show you?
Don’t expect mercy yet
We don’t even know you.
Hear the press, nothing less
Saying that we don’t care
Understand it’s the land
And you’d have to be there.
we never contemplate
We only offer fate
And in the night they arc
Flowering in the dark
Filling the sky with red
Till all their needs are fed
Then like a childhood tear
They quickly disappear :D/

110

Can’t you see?
There’s a feeling that’s come over me
Close my eyes
You’re the only one that leaves me completely breathless

No need to wonder why
Sometimes a gift like this you can’t deny

'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free

There’s a will
There’s a way
Sometimes words just can’t explain
This is real
I’m afraid
I guess this time there’s just no hiding, fighting
You make me restless

You’re in my heart
The only light that shines
there in the dark

'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free

When I was alone
You came around
When I was down
You pulled me through
And there’s nothing that
I wouldn’t do for you

'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free

You Set Me Free
~ Michelle Branch

111

“She blinded me with science!”

  • Thomas Dolby
112

Culture Club—Karma Chameleon

Desert loving in your eyes all the way
If I listen to your lies would you say
I’m a man without conviction
I’m a man who doesn’t know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Didn’t hear your wicked words every day
And you used to be so sweet I heard you say
That my love was an addiction
When we cling our love is strong
When you go you’re gone forever
You string along
You string along

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Every day is like a survival
You’re my lover not my rival
Every day is like a survival
You’re my lover not my rival

I’m a man without conviction
I’m a man who doesn’t know
How to sell a contradication
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

One of the most insipid songs of all time, and coming from the 80’s, that’s really saying something.

113

Change,
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead

Best,
You’ve got to be the best
You’ve got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Change,
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles 've begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead

Best,
You’ve got to be the best
You’ve got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Don’t,
Let yourself down
And don’t let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived

Best,
You’ve got to be the best
You’ve got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Band: Muse
Song: Butterflies and Hurricanes

if you could hear the song it would be much more powerful, but unfortunetly i have no way of linking the song, but if you click on the link i have you can hear what their style sounds like.

114

Heaven’s not enough
If when you get there…
Just another blue
And heaven’s not enough
You think you’ve found it
And it loses you

You’ve thought of all there is
But not enough
And it loses you in a cloud

“There” most everything is nothin’
That it seems
“Where” you see the things you only wanna see

I’d fly away
To a higher plane
To say words I resist
To float away
To sigh
To breathe… forget

And heaven’s not enough
If when I’m there I don’t remember you
And heaven does enough
You think you know it
And it uses you

I saw so many things
But like a dream
Always losing me in a cloud

'Cause I couldn’t cry
'Cause I turned away
Couldn’t see the score
Didn’t know the pain
Of leaving yesterday really far behind
In another life
In another dream
By a different name
Gave it all away
For a memory
And a quiet lie
And I felt the face
Of a cold tonight
Still don’t know the score
But I know the pain
Of leaving everything really far behind
And if I could cry
And if I could live what truth I did then take me there
Heaven goodbye

Performer: Steve Conte
Wolf’s Rain (insert song): Heaven’s Not Enough

115

Friday I’m In Love Lyrics
by: The Cure

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate…

I don’t care if Mondays black
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It’s Friday I’m in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It’s Friday I’m in love

Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate…

Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It’s Friday
I’m in love

116

An old favourite i used to like:
(…and as per request will not give the whole song.)

I have my books
and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armour.
I have no need of friendship;
friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.

I am a rock, I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain,
and an island never cries.

– I am a Rock, Simon and Garfunkel, …of course.

117

Once again these bitter herbs,
The perfect complement to all your cryptic words.
I nod but don’t know what to say,
But I know you,
And I believe you’re who you say you are so I,
I will follow you,
Lay down my life.
I would die for you,
This very night.

Once again the bread and wine,
But it seems the meanings may be deeper still this time,
And you surprised me when you said I’d fall away;
Don’t you know me?
I could never be ashamed of you.
I,
I will follow you,
Lay down my life.
I would die for you,
This very night.

I’ve never been this cold,
The fire’s gravity compels,
Like planets cling to Sol,
I feel my orbit start to fail,
Like moths to flame I come,
Too close and all my oaths are burned
As stars begin to run,
All my accusers take their turn,
And calling curses down.
From my lips lies like poison spill,
And then that awful sound,
The sound of prophesy fulfilled,
And then I met your eyes,
And I remember everything,
And something in me dies,
The night that I betrayed my king…

[size=75]–Like Moths to Flame, Thrice[/size]

118

and also…

I know…
We are not alone, We feel an unseen love.
We are sons and heirs of grace, We are children of
A light that never dims, A love that never dies…
So keep your chin up, child, and wipe the tears from your eyes.

[size=75]chorus to Music Box, also by Thrice[/size]

119

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
And those loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father came home tight
He’d invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced one with your 16-pounder gun,
And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow.

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed?

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
And if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, “Godspeed,”
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

120

“What’s Left Of The Flag”
by Flogging Molly

His eyes they closed
and his last breath spoke
he had seen all to be seen
a life once full
now an empty vase
wilt the blossums
on his early grave

walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we’ll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what’s left
of the flag for me
then the rosary beads
count them 1 2 3
fell apart as they hit the floor
in a garb of black
we must pay respect
to the color we were born to mourn
walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we’ll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what’s left
of the flag for me

In its place grew
an angry festered wound
full of hatered and remourse
where I pick and scratch
till the blood it matched
silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
with bayonet, axe or sword
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless guise
just put the shell of a Thompson gun

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and by morning we’ll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what’s left
of the flag for me

from the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys with me tonight
though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it’s the passion play
oh my god
what have they done
with madmen rage
well the dogged craze
but the dead rise again you fools

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and by morning we’ll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what’s left
of the flag for me

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and by morning we’ll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what’s left
of the flag for me