Journal created:
on 29 January 2005 (#5945028)
Updated:
on 17 December 2011
Name:
emotinglyrics
Location:
Ottawa, Canada
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'Cos sometimes the words just won't come, and the only thing you can do is put on some music, and sing.
Posts should be comprised purely of lyrics, or poems. Although some expository text may be included, it is not required.
Credit should be given where due.
A sad fact widely known
How the most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But don't forget the songs
That made you smile
And the songs that made you cry
When you lay in awe
On the bedroom floor
And said: "Oh, smother me, Mother..."
The passing of time
And of all its crimes
Is making me sad again
The passing of time
And all of its sickening crimes
Is making me sad again
But don't forget the songs
That made you cry
And the songs that saved your life
Yes, you're older now
And you're a cleaver swine
But they were the only ones that stood by you
The passing of time leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
The passing of time
Leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
I'm here with a cause
I'm holding a torch
In the corner of your room
Can you hear me?
And when you're dancing and laughing
And finally living
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly
Do you
Love me like you used to?
- Rubber Ring, The Smiths
Posts should be comprised purely of lyrics, or poems. Although some expository text may be included, it is not required.
Credit should be given where due.
How the most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But don't forget the songs
That made you smile
And the songs that made you cry
When you lay in awe
On the bedroom floor
And said: "Oh, smother me, Mother..."
The passing of time
And of all its crimes
Is making me sad again
The passing of time
And all of its sickening crimes
Is making me sad again
But don't forget the songs
That made you cry
And the songs that saved your life
Yes, you're older now
And you're a cleaver swine
But they were the only ones that stood by you
The passing of time leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
The passing of time
Leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
I'm here with a cause
I'm holding a torch
In the corner of your room
Can you hear me?
And when you're dancing and laughing
And finally living
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly
Do you
Love me like you used to?
- Rubber Ring, The Smiths
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