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A Static Lullaby lyrics - And Don't Forget to Breathe

A Song For A Broken Heart

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Take this for what its worth, this song my smile, i write to you from hell my song leaving my foot against the gas and the wall that must have said your name (I'll write to you from hell tonight) waken me, for nothing you can say could stop this now, would a noose replace his lips? can a song replace a broken heart? can a song replace a broken love? on the beach i remind myself that holding hands is so powerless tonight i dont even have the stars to hold onto Paint this red her picture will remain unbroken she crys tonight i fall in love wipe each tear away with sand paper tonight im not alone i just wanna get your fucking voice out of my head will i fall within the break? ill watch you fall.

Broken

SONATA ARCTICA "Winterheart's Guild"
I was raised from a broken seed, I grew up to be an unwanted weed. Ever faster the time exceeds me, Little harder again to remember... you. Held a torch for you when lightning stroke me, Once again hope I died for the last time. Only one I have a thing greater than you, Little light on the sky every night. Morning dew on the field where I met you, I was frozen a year couldn't get through. Got a sign not a scar on my shoulder, I am not quite the man you take me for. Fell in love with the weakness within me, Tried to force me the Ring and own me. Guess you found what you'd think would oblige me, Little version of me to consume you. I'd give my everything to you, Follow you through the garden of oblivion. If only I could tell you everything, The little things you'll never dare to ask me. Do you really know me?... I might be a God. Show me that you care and have a cry. How do you see me? ... As the one? Can you see my blood when I'm bleeding? How can you love this exile? And how could I desire you, When my pain is my pain, And yours is too? On this deadwinter's night. Darkness becomes this child. Bless this night with a tear. For I have none I fear... Seven lifes of a man passed before me, Seven graves one for every love I've had. Only once I have broken my so called heart, Only one made me see why they cry. Will I learn how to be one of you someday? Will I still feel the eyes that behold me? Will I hear what you think when you see me? Will it tear me apart if you feel for me? I'd give my everything to you... Do you really know me?... How can you love this exile?... On this deadwinter's night... Little broken always been, A part of you belongs to me. You were never mine to love, But this all has made it easy for me... Burning feathers not an angel. Heaven's closed Hell's sold out. So I walk on Earth behind the curtains, Hidden from everyone until I find a new life to ruin again. On this deadwinter's night...

Teardrops Will Fall

Linda Rondstadt "Feels Like Home"
written by E. V. Deane 1985 Lored Music Co. (ASCAP) I read your letter Tears filled my eyes All of your promises failing Nothing but lies So I turned your photograph over face to the wall And when I dim the light in my room tonight Teardrops will fall Teardrops will fall tonight Tears I can't hide Tears that I tried to keep deep down inside Tears from the love that's gone beyond recall And when I dim the lights in my room tonight Teardrops will fall I'm going to pray tonight baby Hoping you will hear Maybe you'll right the wrong and dry each tear I'll sit alone tonight hoping you will call And when I dim the light in my room tonight Teardrops will fall Teardrops will fall tonight Tears I can't hide Tears that tried to keep deep down inside Tears from the love that's gone beyond recall And when I dim the light in my room tonight Teardrops will fall When I dim the light in my room tonight Teardrops will fall ------------------------------------------------------------------ Electric Guitar: Dean Parks Electric Piano: Robbie Buchanan National Slide Guitar: Roy Rogers B-3: Booker T Jones Bass Guitar: Bob Glaub Drums: Jim Keltner Background Vocals: Carl Jackson, John Starling, Craig Fuller

Nero's Decay

ALESANA "On Frail Wings Of Vanity And Wax"
Our empire has fallen The columns came crashing down Faster that children could outrun the shadows Drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their lives As precious dreams erupt before their very eyes Tonight, it's over At long last we will fall Ruins will fight in our stead My flesh is burning from the embers But still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives Tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash But the fight for her honor will rage on I hope I never see the end I hope I never see the end I hope I never have to live without her comfort But for now she dies... Oh Rome! so full of majesty, You're gone... Wind chokes on the ashes as acrid smoke strangles the sun Their jealous arrows ran, hollow drums pound at the gates Breaking the din of screams Our feeble offerings to forgotten Gods are left to rot in temples of their lust As they lay forth their plans to destroy our pride, our home Tonight, it's over At long last we will fall Ruins will fight in our stead My flesh is burning from the embers But still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives Tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash But the fight for her honor will rage on I hope I never see the end I hope I never see the end I hope I never have to live without her comfort But for now she dies... Oh Rome! so full of majesty, You're gone... Beg the flames for our mercy These aged walls have seen too much ...Beg the flames for our mercy... To forget the past in the face of this final trial Watch her crumble so true as mayhem cuts her down Let them have our treasure, her voice lives on Let them take our city for her splendor lives on At long last we will fall At long last we will fall At long last we will fall At long last we will fall

Don't Ever Fucking Question That

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
Don't ever fucking question that (6x) Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights, to place you dangerously close to that sun, enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore and recognize the cause of what's done is done, more than enough to put my name behind my ideals, and neglect my logic twice daily. enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems, when I remember how you used to call me baby, enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of why you wept, enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean i swam till i ran out of breath. I love you, don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these mother fucking songs. I love you, I love you (faded) never, don't ever fucking question that, don't ever fucking question that. riding the public transit, I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord, and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord. single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when i faced her- I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine, I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to submission and I still walk with my religion. I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror, worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer. hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin, gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within, for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of espresso- I light a match beneath a kettle, and for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program to seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip. I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where, big beautiful eyes and light brown hair, she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city, this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty. two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town- we all know how people like to get down. here we go, aquarius, pisces, feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul. bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain. the magic from up above what it does for the brain, make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean. make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean. make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn. I love you- don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these mother-fucking songs.(2X) I love you (make the love, paint the picture, and write that song [in faded background]). I love you.. I love you..

There Only Was One Choice

HARRY CHAPIN "Dance Band on the Titanic"
There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic. There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues From old street men who paid their dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it So they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news And cursed with skin that calls for blood They put their face and feet in mud But oh they learned the music from way down there The real ones learn it somewhere Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Inexperience -- it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines Only you are crying there behind the silver screen Now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn into frogs When you grab the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog First your art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall They're the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me Well just today I had my birthday -- I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons When I ask the loaded questions -- Why does winter come so soon? And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more Yeah the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf Only when the truth's up there -- can you fool yourself I am the aged jester -- who won't gracefully retire A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through? Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your problems fill my present Are we both going somewhere? Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis smile With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear And still you will not answer with that message coming clear Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream? B*U*Y Centennial Sell 'em pre-canned laughter America Perennial Sing happy ever after There's a Dance Band on the Titanic Singing Nearer My God to Thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Yes I read it in the New York Times That was on the stands today It said that dreams were out of fashion We'll hear no more empty promises There'll be no more wasted passions To clutter up our play It really was a good sign The words went on to say It shows that we are growing up In oh so many healthy ways And I told myself this is Exactly where I'm at But I don't much like thinking about that Harry -- are you really so naive You can honestly believe That the country's getting better When all you do is let her alone Harry -- Can you really be surprised when it's there before your eyes when you hold the knife that carves her you live the life that starves her to the bone Good dreams don't come cheap You've got to pay for them If you just dream when you're asleep There is no way for them to come alive to survive It's not enough to listen -- it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to flee It's not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that word It's not enough to be alive when your future's been deferred What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness -- my ally honest doubt The answer is a question that I never will find out Is music propaganda -- should I boogie, Rock and Roll Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song They're applauding at my shadow long after I am gone Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile Well I got up this morning -- I don't need to know no more It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before With every new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Inexperience -- it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Dance Band...

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