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AGAINST ME! lyrics - Searching For A Former Clarity

Searching For A Former Clarity

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No the doctors didn't tell you, that you were dying. They just collected their money, And sent you on your way. But you knew all along, went on pretending nothing was wrong, you said I will keep my focus, till the end. And in the journal you kept, by the side of your bed. You wrote nightly in aspiration, of developing as an author. Confessing childhood secrets, of dressing up in women's clothes, Compulsions you never knew the reasons to, Well everyone, you ever meet or love, be just relationship based on a false presumption, despite everyone, you ever meet or love, in the end, will you be all alone? As the disease spreads slowly through your body, pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs, your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last, your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade, as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened, as the lesions spotted your skin, as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage, as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price, as the lights blended into the continuing noise, as all hope was finally lost. Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition. Let this be the end. Let this be the last song. Let this be the end. Let all be forgiven.

You're In My Heart (The Final Acclaim)

ROD STEWART "Blondes Have More Fun"
I didn't know what day it was when you walked into the room I said hello unnoticed You said goodbye too soon Breezing through the clientele spinning yarns that were so lyrical I really must confess right here the attraction was purely physical I took all those habits of yours that in the beginning were hard to accept Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints I put down to experience The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent who tried to change my point of view Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed but my heart cried out for you Chorus: You're in my heart, you're in my soul You'll be my breath should I grow old You are my lover, you're my best friend You're in my soul My love for you is immeasurable My respect for you immense You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness You're beauty and elegance You're a rhapsody, a comedy You're a symphony and a play You're every love song ever written But honey what do you see in me (Chorus) You're an essay in glamour Please pardon the grammar but you're every schoolboy's dream You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided You're the best team I've ever seen And there have been many affairs Many times I've thought to leave But I bite my lip and turn around 'cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found (Chorus)

You're In My Heart

ROD STEWART "If We Fall In Love Tonight"
I didn't know what day it was when you walked into the room I said hello unnoticed You said goodbye too soon Breezing through the clientele spinning yarns that were so lyrical I really must confess right here the attraction was purely physical I took all those habits of yours that in the beginning were hard to accept Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints I put down to experience The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent who tried to change my point of view Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed but my heart cried out for you Chorus: You're in my heart, you're in my soul You'll be my breath should I grow old You are my lover, you're my best friend You're in my soul My love for you is immeasurable My respect for you immense You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness You're beauty and elegance You're a rhapsody, a comedy You're a symphony and a play You're every love song ever written But honey what do you see in me (Chorus) You're an essay in glamour Please pardon the grammar but you're every schoolboy's dream You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided You're the best team I've ever seen And there have been many affairs Many times I've thought to leave But I bite my lip and turn around 'cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found (Chorus)

This Song: For The True And Passionate Lovers Of M

Shai Hulud "That Within Blood Ill-Tempered"
This song: I have this song: to sing Certian words must be screamed Rather than be sung or spoken: I am alive and vigorous... ...As they toil without love. Fight without purpose, And live without passion... I am alive and vigorous. In this song: is where i belong. Within these moments There are no outsiders. Within the body of the song: Time stands still. One is al, And all is beautiful - The beautiful moment of song and passion. We will all sing. We will all dance. If a human's nature is to war, This song: Is a battleground, And this voice, A weapon One thousand voices - Or trumpet call To arms. Passion's promise; True love's reward - A pure expression In truth and sincerity. Passion's promise: True love's reward, is this song: What will become of this song:... Pray not a fallen banner, Or screamed words to the deaf, For life is weary without song, or sound of harps. This is a song for the impassioned. This is strength for the heards on sleeves - A shining sentiment where voices soar And melod wells tears in the eyes. We will all sing the same song, This song, Together.

Horny Blonde Forty

Machine Gun Fellatio
Horny blonde forty shaved sexy Wants to do it all day Wiv a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny Named Kikky Renae She digs pop masturbation music Windsurf piss in yr ear Seekin' genuine Gemini circumcised Kind sincere Retired teacher 58 seeks regular meetings For masculine muscular nappy-clad Brutal breeding My wife rough wrestles with a puppy All a-quiver in a Wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors... for you Turn around... I bin czyaxin' on yr sjchoo (?) I am pod-God born in mono I'm a scorpion of cool I love you Do you know how to love me? I am pod-God born in mono I'm a dirty magazine Hunky funky skunk-fucker Pay me suck his finger on screen Got the video set up And felafel soaked in kerosene There's a Corgi playin hooky With a Wolf-cross-Kelpie While yr front bum low hums Shufflin like a mother to me... from you Lyrics that never quite made it into this song: Milky white sticky somethin' Leakin from the broken seal Onto fine shiny implements of pleasure Made from genuine steel Put the beaver to the metal Nail the duck to the wall see Turn the voltage applicator on full For the changes in me Couples Club is packin' With the house addition escapees And I just shuffle like a mother To the pecs from Ipanema My dog likes the heir apparent x 3

100 Guns

Boogie Down Productions "Edutainment"
Verse 1 Am I supposed to stand here? These bright lights I'll probably get a tan here Scott turn up the master So I can hear and talk faster I'm the Blastmaster cos I'm blasted I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted But Blastmaster is a subtitle KRS ONE is more vital And more lethal and more vicious As the suckers always say He just dissed us! He got a problem, yo, he's conceited I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle Seconds later they're playin' that single Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically So the people in the place will automatically Time it, and dance right behind it Those that have it on tape will rewind it It's not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But I'm blessed, praise the lord You see I like to study, I like money I like eatin' wheat bread with honey But to none of these am I addicted I like to remain free and unafflicted With the sickness of attachment The material road of entrapment Those that walk this road become weak They can't think, they can't speak Unself-sufficient, cos they're leeching I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin' Well if you notice, not once Have I said Scott's name to gain fame See it's a shame that they're blinded If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it That's called an autograph, this is called a class I've only come to educate the mass Of young people, to this there's no sequel Just a message, be peaceful And loving, but not a sucker And stay away from negative motherfuckers They only pull you down with their hate But wait, here's somethin' to meditate... Verse 2 Downratin' statements you always seem to make You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift To execute the rhyme on time without a shift You only utter negativity, never productivity For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity Yet when all the currency comes in tax free You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun If you could realise this you won't be called a toy But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence I am only 20, yet here's my present level Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious I will succeed while you suckers make wishes Time and time again I prove to be exciting But time and time again you prove to be biting I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!

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