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Torn lyrics - The Path Less Travelled

Painfully Numb

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Come sit down. Let's take a ride. See them all. They're empty now. Under it's rule their forced to bow. Put it to your lips and take it down. Have your fun and go to town. Stuggling, helpless underneath it's thumb. Painful. No. Painful. No. Painful. Sit and soak, painfully numb! Feel the pain of fun turn into a gun. Fall into a hole, another stolen soul. Put it to your lips and take it down. Have your fun and go to town. Struggling, helpless underneath it's thumb. Sit and soak, painfully numb. Can't you tell it's just a lie? Feeling ill, but don't know why? Swimming through liquid clouds, starts to rain. Thus begins the shroud, Painful. No. Painful. No. Painful.

My Personal Revenge

JACKSON BROWNE "World In Motion"
(Tomas Borge and Louis Enrique Mejia Godoy, english translation by Jorge Calderon) My personal revenge will be the right Of our children in the schools and in the gardens My personal revenge will be to give you This song which has flourished without panic My personal revenge will be to show you The kindness in the eyes of my people Who have always fought relentlessly in battle And been generous and firm in victory My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning On a street without beggars or homeless When instead of jailing you I suggest You shake away the sadness there that blinds you And when you who have applied your hands in torture Are unable to look up at what surrounds you My personal revenge will be to give you These hands that once you so mistreated But have failed to take away their tenderness It was the people who hated you the most When rage became the language of their song And underneath the skin of this town today Its heart has been scarred forevermore It was the people who hated you the most When rage became the language of their song And underneath the skin of this town today Its heart has been scarred forevermore And underneath the skin of this town today Red and black, its heart's been scarred Forevermore

Inside Susan

PULP "Intro"
Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. She sits on the back seat. She looks at the man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from the collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one, but they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then. Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests, shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice. The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. 'What if it just keeps raining,' she thinks to herself, 'and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the shoppers and office-workers that were floating passed the window instead of fish' She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house where there was a party last week. There were some German exchange students there who were very mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. Later she was sick because she drunk too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the love-bite on her neck. By now the bus is going passed the market. Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands and then trying to make them pay for them. She used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't too bothered though, she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway. 'Maybe this bus won't stop,' she thinks, 'and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own. Or it could drive me to a town where people with black hair drink Special Brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five pounds a time to look up my skirt. Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner... ' I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas, but I remember her in those days. They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff, well, she had that alright. It's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would have been consumed. Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room, warming their hands and backsides in front of her, and then slagging her off around town. No-one ever really got inside Susan, and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus and then walking home.

Forty Shades Of Green

Eddy Arnold "Portrait of My Woman"
(Johnny Cash) I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea From the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Dunardee I miss the river Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen The moorlands and the midlands with their forty shades of green. But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen Where the breeze as sweet as Shalimar there's forty shades of green. --- Instrumental --- I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf To see again the thatching of the straw the women glean I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades of green. But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen Where the breeze as sweet as Shalimar there's forty shades of green...

Metrolike

Junkie XL
Mix it with mine, with yours if the othordox ways crime ingnorance tricks the men sting again like porcupine skin complexion won't give direction hail to mulatto italiano farrago anything with a twist yo for the night flows hot like sirocco mix with all for the ritual. Win skin like Marlon Brando in the last tango now I'm single in the disco club schizo when the disk spins loud colloyuial go. Juices up loosen up let the lust overflows my cup pop. Mix it with mine, blend it with yours. Seeking a true force melange. Never mind check the signs intertwine, cool: melange. Ascetic aspects get no contact amatory looks for hot sex, screaming from your voice box, larynx o yeah! Steppin' to a girl that basically is way out of your league out of reach, but the peach makes lips glisten, blushin' your cheeks, hold the courage and the guts aided by Millerquads or Buds alcohol creates the stud to strut in perfect duds so much for phase one, it takes one line to flake out son as you glance top - bottom, butt gives the shakes on shoot the gift for swift quick linguistic let libido uplift, arrange the melody on the Freud theraphy tip figure you have potential, she wetting lips. It was a test, now your perfect match cos' the fire is lit. Background unknown but the sex drives the prone get the conversation on, and dig out ones skulls to bone.

A Texas Cafe

AARON WATSON "A Texas Café"
In every little town from Dalhart to Laredo There's a corner cafe' with an open sign in the window As soon as you walk in a waitress greets you with a grin And says make yourself feel right at home Old men sit at a booth telling tall tales and stretching the truth Bragging how bad the good ol' days used to be They're all too tired to plow besides their tractors are rusted now So they order hot apple pie with a cup of coffee [CHORUS:] Some things will never change After all these years the menu is still the same Serving that sweet ice tea with a touch of southern hospitality So order yourself a taste of yesterday at a Texas Cafe' There's a Wurlitzer jukebox full of old forty fives Playing three songs for a quarter or one for a dime The cook said he was a boy when it was brand new To him it seemed like yesterday but it was 1962 There was a family owned five and dime next door That could not compete with a chain discount store On the outskirts of town the drive in theater is shut down With a screen without a hero since Audie Murphy [CHORUS] There are fields with no grain, railroad tracks with no train And an old courthouse with nobody left to blame Town square is boarded up and brick roads are worn down But the chicken fried steak special is still around [CHORUS]

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