Fornits
General Interest => Let It Bleed => Topic started by: Anonymous on November 16, 2006, 05:18:31 PM
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Once again my friends, storm clouds are rolling in
Broken inside myself.
Can?t seem to break this trend.
Can?t break it!
I?ve seen it all, and I?ve walked it tall.
Living this sin...Where do I begin?
Caught between the lines.
My life of worthless lies.
Shedding my skin to begin a life that I don?t know how to live in...I can?t take it!
I?ve seen it all, and I?ve walked it tall.
Living this sin...Where do I begin?
I don?t know now, where to go now.
I don?t know if I?ll get ahead, no.
It?s all broken.
Not a word spoken.
And I don?t know how to go out.
God help me now!!
I?ve seen it all.
And I?ve walked it tall.
Living in this sin...Living in sin!...Living in sin!.....Living in sin!...Living in sin!.....Where do I begin?
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One more step and I could fall away
If it happened would it matter
And I can't tell if I should go or stay.
Same old picture feels so hollow.
How can anybody know what's best for me
Another page I turn in shame.
And my decisions brought me to my knees,
I needed someone to blame.
I feel so hollow, I feel so hollow
I feel so hollow, I feel so hollow
Time to do what's best for me I believe I can change.
Once upon a time in broken dreams.
Reflections that I can't face.
So hold your breath and make a wish for me.
Take me to a better place.
Time always seems to be passing by
It never waits for me
If I could do it all one more time, I wouldn't change a thing.
I feel so hollow, I feel so hollow
I feel so hollow, I feel so hollow
Time to do what's best for me I believe I can change.
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Not GodSmack, but. . .
The last lyrics posted reminded me of this:
The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot (1925)
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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uuugh godsmack
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Whatever
And I wonder day to day. I don't like you anyway. I don't need your s**t today. You're pathetic in your own way. I feel for you: better fu**in go away. I will behave: better fu**in’ go away. I'm doing the best I ever did, I'm doing the best that I can, I'm doing the best I ever did. I don't need to fantasize. You are my pets all the time. I don't mind if you go blind. You get what you get, until you through with my life. I feel for you: better fu**in go away. I will behave, you better go away. I'm doing the best I ever did. I'm doing the best that I can. I'm doing the best I ever did. Now go away.
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how about that godsmack song, I f***ing hate u. That is a really good angry song.