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[Ultra]

fingerlocks

[Wes]

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say

Chorus:
Every rose has it’s thorn
Just like every night has it’s dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it’s thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and
Easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess

Chorus

Though it’s been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains

Solo

I know I could have saved a love that night
If I’d known what to say
Instead of makin’ love
We both made our separate ways

But now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife

Classic from posion

[Wes]

You know I’m a dreamer
But my heart’s of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn’t come home low

Just when things went right
It doesn’t mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you’ll never feel
Left all alone

Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I’m comin’ off this
Long & winding road

I’m on my way
Well, I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Home sweet home

You know that I seem
To make romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin’ off
The silver screen

My heart’s like an open book
For the whole world to read
Somtimes nothing--keeps me together
At the seams

I’m on my way
Well, I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I’m on my way
Just set me free
Home sweet home

The Crue

[Wes]

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

G n R

[Wes]

Baby
I get so scared inside, and I don't really understand
Is it love that's on my mind, or is it fantasy
Heaven
Is in the palm of my hand, and it's waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy

If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same...

Sometimes
It's hard to hold on
So hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn't always what is seems
When you're face to face with me

You're like a dagger
And stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me
In your warm and darkened grave

If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same...

Will you ever take me
No, I just can't take the pain
But would you ever trust me
No, I'll never feel the same...Ohh...

(solo)

I know I've been so hard to you
I know I've told you lies
If I could have just one more wish
I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same...

Ozzy and Lita

[Horatio Felacio]

A long-time favorite. I keep it pinned to the corkboard at work to remind me why I choose my profession.

First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left
to speak out for me.

Pastor Martin Niemöller

so really, what's wrong with coming for the commies and trade unions? long live john birch!

[Zspider]

That cowboy, was a short and fairly obscure contribution.

It's postmodern.

ZSpider

[Guest]

fantastic thread, Stephy! You picked one of my all time favorites already, so I offer you a favorite of mine. Poem by Bruce Cockburn, half spoken half sung. Moves me every time:

Heavy northern autumn sky
Mist-hung forest -- Dark spruce, bright maple --
And the great lake rolling forever to the narrow gray beach

I look west along the red road of the frail sun
Where it hovers between shelf of cloud and spiky trees,
Receding shore;

The world is full of seasons; of anguish, of laughter
And it comes to mind to write you this:

Nothing is sure
Nothing is pure
And no matter who we think we are
Everyone gets his chance to be nothing

Love's supposed to heal, but it breaks my heart to feel
The pain in your voice --
But you know, it's all going somewhere
And I would crush my heart and throw it in the street
If I could pay for your choice

Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?

We're the insect life of paradise:
Crawl across leaf or among towering blades of grass
Glimpse only sometimes the amazing breadth of heaven

You're as loved as you were
Before the strangeness swept through
Our bodies, our houses, our streets --
When we could speak without codes
And light swirled around like
Wind-blown petals,
Our feet

I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light
And I've formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it
I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache
Under a loose board in the floor
And I blow across it and I send it to you
Against those moments when
The darkness blows under your door

Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?

[spuzo]

Just pacin the cage......right Sandy? That's my favorite of his.

[spuzo]

Walkin with you, without you
It's almost like you're here
Just a whisper of a memory, sweet memory
Whispered in my ear
Walkin
Walkin with you
without you
You're never really gone
You're just a dream
a dream I've been havin
It's a dream
that won't let me move on
Still I'm movin on without you
Memories where your hand should be
Walkin on without you
You could've been walkin on with me
You could have been walkin on with me....

Bob Stewart and Stacy Puzo

(yeah...once upon a time I was a songwriter...have a stack of CDs up for grabs should anyone be interested.)