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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2006 23:42:58 GMT -5
Okay here's the deal, it's kind of like the person above you thread, except you have to post a song lyric that either makes you think of the person that posted before you, or one that applies to them, or something like that!
You can't post in here if you don't put a lyric for the person, that's just mean. Think of it like the counting thread, don't post if you aren't playing.
Wanna try it?
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Post by Sir Edward Thomas William Pay on Jun 12, 2006 23:50:27 GMT -5
Tried to take it all away And learn her freedom just inside a day And find her soul To find their fears allayed
Tried to make her love their own They took her love they left her there They gave her nothing back That she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones Dances slowly of the moon No-one else can know She stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her She cannot say the words they need She knows she's alone And she is free
Chorus:
Ocean gypsy of the moon The sun has made a thousand nights For you to hold Ocean gypsy where are you The shadows followed by the stars Have turned to gold, turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul Filled him with her light And was consoled she was the moon And he, the sun was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light The sun she gave Reflected back the night The moon was waning Almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls Silence holds the stars awhile They smile sadly For her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn The sea is hushed The ocean calls her Day has taken her and now she's gone
No-one noticed when she died Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide The ebbing waves were turning Spreading wide
Something gone within her eyes Her fingers lifeless stroke the sand Her battered soul was lost She was abandoned
Silken threads like wings still shine Winds take pleasure still make patterns In her lovely hair So dark and fine
Stands on high beneath the seas Cries no more Her tears have dried Oceans weep for her the ocean sighs
Me thinks this is Skiv!
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2006 23:56:07 GMT -5
YAY!! I'm a gypsy!! *hugs Raven Ed* I love that song!! I got a whole song, woah, just for refrance, you don't HAVE to put a whole song, just a bit will do. Here's for Raven Ed!
If I share this with you never speak a word They would never understand if they ever heard Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
In between dark and light in the underworld Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"... Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"... Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast Written word, turn the card winter into spring Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
Oh, that's Cartouche by Blackmore's Night.
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Jun 13, 2006 13:17:26 GMT -5
I'm game!
Unfortunately, I only found one little thing about Skiv. I do believe that it captured her effectively, though.
I wandered in the moonlight A ghost without a friend All around the starlight found are lost and wounded men. I know that I did some damage I wanted to be home again So I waited for a star my soul to mend I waited for a star my soul to mend.
Star, By Semisonic.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2006 13:36:45 GMT -5
Awww!! Thanks Jette!! Das so sweet!! Here's for you!
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun... Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed, This world you must've crossed...
Wow, we've all got sad songs!
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2006 22:20:54 GMT -5
For Skiv-- homeless people and weirdness, and yet it reminds me of you. M'sending you this sometime!
Strolling down a poncey lane I came across a girl you claimed, her name
Trudy Truelove to avoid the rain she simply ducks because Trudy make her own rules away she zooms Trudy Truelove
She live on that street still she keeps her cardboard clean when people pass they scream there's that girl again, her name
Trudy Truelove to avoid the rain she simply ducks because Trudy makes her own rules away she zooms Trudy Truelove
It's raining falling stars so she snatches one in a jar for a bag lady who she calls queen Trudy earns her wings
Trudy Truelove to avoid the rain she simply ducks because Trudy makes her own rules away she zooms Trudy Truelove
Trudy Trudy Trudy Truelove, Trudy Trudy Truelove.
--The Space Twins
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2006 22:23:41 GMT -5
I LOVE THAT TO NO END!!!! *dies* Here's yours.
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles Under the powers of an evil doctor rocket science monster with capabilities to destroy the entire universe... yo.
Oh yeah, it's from Capital H by Motion City Sountrack.
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Post by Oz on Jun 15, 2006 1:41:07 GMT -5
Jimi Hendrix sings this about gypsies, and thus about Skiv:
Way up in my tree Im sitting by my fire Wondrin where in this world might you be And knowin all the time youre still roamin in the country side Do you still think about me? Oh my gypsy.
I remember the first time I saw you The tears in your eyes look like theyre tryin to say Oh little boy you know I could love you But first I must make my get away Two strange men fightin to the death over me today Ill try to meet cha by the old highway. Hey!
Ive been searchin so long my feet have made me lose the battle Down against the road my weary knees they got me Off to the side I fall but I hear a sweet call My gypsy eyes is comin and Ive been saved
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Post by Canela on Jun 15, 2006 12:19:16 GMT -5
The Paperbacks' 'An Episode of Sparrows' for Oz, because it reminds me of talanted writers dealing with jobs they find annoying.
Thoughts scrawled on discarded receipts Or the backs of cash-handling procedure sheets On unpaid breaks in highlighter pen Until the senses overload; a fog rolls in And then arriving home so tired tonight That I don’t think that I’ll bother to write Though the press of ideas, neglected like this Will find expression in dreams, dense dreams Where birds explode from the branches up above Darkening your path only briefly then leaving you The canvas of the sky to reconstruct their movements in your head And each street then accumulates these ghosts Because art is not a luxury, oh no, no And it keeps proceeding undeterred by all unconscious opposition, anyway
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Post by Skiv on Jun 21, 2006 18:11:44 GMT -5
For Canela:
All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Left & Leaving by The Weakerthans
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Post by Aris on Jun 22, 2006 12:19:21 GMT -5
Here is another gypsy thingy for skivvles!
Well I was your gypsy, Throwing dimonds at your feet, Drifted 'round you like a satelite, I gave you everything you need, everything you need.
And out of, this world, keeps on turning, keeps me yernin' and yernin'
How, could you turn and walk away Pretending everythings okay, Love is something you work at, Tell me why you love me like that, Tell me why you love me like that?
I love that song! Michelle Branch the 7th song on the Hotel Paper cd. (I don't do song names very well. I put my cd's into a big case, so I normally lose my cases)
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Jun 22, 2006 23:53:20 GMT -5
To my dear Aris...
I said look... I was flying into Chicago at night Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke The sun was setting to the left of the plane And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow In 27-D, I was behind the wing Watching the landscape roll out like credits on a screen
And I said, look, look to your left passengers Look, look to your right You can pretend that you're from outerspace And this, this is your very first sight
The earth looked like it was lit from within Like a big, man-made electrical ball as we moved Out of the farmlands and into the grid The plan of a city was all that you saw And all of these people sitting totally still As the ground raised beneath them, 30,000 feet down
And I said, look, look to your left passengers Look, look to your right You can pretend that you're here from the fifth century And this, this is your very first flight
And I was pretending that I was in A Galaxie 500 video The stewardess came back and checked on my drink And I swear that she looked just like Bridgette Bardot I had on my walkman and I had on those eyes That's what you get when your circumstance is movie-size
And I said, look, look to you left passengers Look, look to your right You can pretend that the plane's gonna crash in five minutes And this, this is your very last sight You better look, look to your left passengers Look, look to your right Cause I'm gonna take this plane out in less than five minutes And this, this is your very last sight
Stratford-On-Guy by Liz Phair
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Post by Aris on Jun 23, 2006 19:29:39 GMT -5
Hmm... I know of a songl! NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO DO JETTE UNTILL I GET BACK WITH A SONG!
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Post by Oz on Jun 25, 2006 1:17:07 GMT -5
Sorry, Aris, but this made me think of Jette, so I had to post it.
It's from 'The Bard's Song' by Blind Guardian
Now You all know The bards and their songs When hours have gone by I'll close my eyes In a world far away We may meet again But now hear my song About the dawn of the night Let's sing the bards' song
Tomorrow will take us away Far from home Noone will ever know our names But the bards' songs will remain Tomorrow will take it away The fear of today It will be gone Due to our magic songs
There's only one song Left in my mind Tales of a brave man Who lived far from here Now the bard songs are over And it's time to leave Noone should ask You for the name Of the one Who tells the story
Tomorrow will take us away Far from home Noone will ever know our names But the bards' songs will remain Tomorrow all will be known And You're not alone So don't be afraid In the dark and cold 'Cause the bards' songs will remain They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams They're always in my mind These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men And elves Come close Your eyes You can see them, too
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