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Oct 13, 2005, 02:38 AM // 02:38
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Pre-Searing Cadet
Join Date: Sep 2005
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You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home Afloat with engines on mute Sui generis ship spined around the yard Is anybody there These craft only multiply At the nape of ruins rust propellers await No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Tansoceanic depth in this earth No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph Carpel jets hit the ground Carpel jets hit the ground Carpel jets hit the ground Carpel jets hit the ground Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll |
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Oct 13, 2005, 06:42 AM // 06:42
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Frost Gate Guardian
Join Date: Jul 2005
Guild: Lionheart Braves [LHB]
Profession: W/
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bye bye love - the cars
I can’t feel this way much longer Expecting to survive With all these hidden innuendoes Just waiting to arrive It’s such a wavy midnight And you slip into insane Electric angel rock and roller I hear what you’re playin’ It’s an orangy sky Always it’s some other guy It’s just a broken lullaby Bye bye love Bye bye love Bye bye love Bye bye love Substitution mass confusion Clouds inside your head Involving all my energies Until you visited With your eyes of porcelain and of blue They shock me into sense You think you’re so illustrious You call yourself intense It’s an orangy sky Always it’s some other guy It’s just a broken lullaby Bye bye love Bye g-bye love Yeah bye bye love Bye bye love-ov-ov-ove Substitution mass confusion Clouds inside your head Well foggin’ all my energies Until you visited With your eyes of porcelain and of blue They shock me into sense You think you’re so illustrious You call yourself intense It’s an orangy sky Always it’s some other guy It’s just a broken lullaby Bye bye love Bye bye love Bye bye love Bye bye love |
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Oct 13, 2005, 05:45 PM // 17:45
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Right behind you.
Guild: HeRo
Profession: W/Rt
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When I was a kid in the 70's I remember this spin on the Oscar Meyer Weiner Song.
My president has a first name, its Jimmy. My president has a second name, its Carter. Welllll, I love to hate him every day, and if you ask me why I'll sayyyyy. Because Jimmy Carter has a way of f*cking up the USA. |
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Oct 13, 2005, 06:01 PM // 18:01
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#204 |
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Sunshine
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: The Wired
Guild: Daughters of Ananke
Profession: Mo/E
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And if you said, "This life ain't good enough," I would give my world to lift you up, I would change my life to better suit your mood, Cause you're so smooth... |
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Oct 13, 2005, 06:10 PM // 18:10
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#205 |
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Right behind you.
Guild: HeRo
Profession: W/Rt
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One of My Turns (Pink Floyd)
Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man. Night after night, we pretend its all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and Nothing is very much fun any more. And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom, In the suitcase on the left You'll find my favorite axe. Don't look so frightened This is just a passing phase, One of my bad days. Would you like to watch T.V.? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would'ya? Would you like to see me try? Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away? |
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Oct 13, 2005, 06:32 PM // 18:32
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#206 |
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Aug 2005
Guild: [ale]
Profession: Mo/
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James LaBrie "Slightly Out of Reach"
Working so hard What are you getting out of this Commitment, have many nice things But there's no time to take a rest And you're spent In the moment, you never seem to be That time will come Taken from those You should be here, you look on But you're not part of anything there The days and the years are passing Quite the man With your worldly possessions The crown upon you in all its glory Driven around Down these same ole roads You've known far too long Turning around's Not an option in front of you You're too far gone And all the signs are warning him A dead end street Taken from those You should be here, looking on But you're not part of anything there The days and the years have passed you Getting old With your worldly possessions The crown upon you in all its glory Not sure that you know Any more, what you feel right now To look back when you dreamed That you'd have everything you want It's so hard to just to get through So much of the time You were not here, you looked on But were not part of anything there The days and years have passed you Now you're old All your worldly possessions Crumbling... Now all of your time is spent there They moved on And they're not part of anything here The days and the years have passed you And you're old With your worldly possessions All crumbling round you And all it's glory |
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Oct 13, 2005, 07:43 PM // 19:43
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Right behind you.
Guild: HeRo
Profession: W/Rt
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CCR
Green River Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah. Let me remember things I love, Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, Walkin' along the river road at night, Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight. I can hear the bullfrog callin' me. Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree. Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water. Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother. Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River. Welllllll! Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh, With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers. Old Cody, Junior took me over, Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'rin'. And if you get lost come on home to Green River. "Welllllll! Come on home. |
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Oct 14, 2005, 01:26 AM // 01:26
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#208 |
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Pre-Searing Cadet
Join Date: Sep 2005
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(here are some more freaky lyrics)
And there are those who Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong Of Pavlov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong Feels so wrong Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone are they gone Stung the slang of a gallows bird Rationed a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pet Tenticles smirk please Flinched the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Now there are those who find Comfort in the breathing Wrong-is it wrong It houses the watchful eyes They're panting in a pattern in droves Are they gone Happened on a respirator bet In the basements Is it gone Are they gone Stung the slang of a gallows bird Sanctioned a dead letter pure trackmarked amoeba lands craft cartwheel of scratches dress the tape worm as pets tentacles smirk please flinch the cacooned meat infra-recon forgets evaporated the fur because it covers them if you only knew the plans they had for us evaporated the fur because it covers them if you only knew the plans they had for us They used to have pulses in them But impulse has made the strong They used to have pulses in them But impulse has made them strong Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew the plans they had for us Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cacooned meat Infra-reco forgets gotta be a way Of getting out Are you just growing old Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets |
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Oct 14, 2005, 01:29 AM // 01:29
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#209 |
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Lion's Arch Merchant
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Boston, MA
Profession: Me/Mo
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TOUCH OF MY HAND
I'm not ashamed of the things that I dream I found my self flirting with the verge of obscene Into the unknown I will be bold I'm going to places I can be out of control I don't want to explain tonight all the things I tried to hide I shut myself off from the world so I can draw the blinds And I'll teach myself to fly I love myself its not a sin I cant control what's happenin Chorus: Cuz I jus discovered Imagination's taken over Another day without a lover The more I come to understand the touch of my hand The small of my back The arch of my feet Lately I've been noticing the beautiful me I'm all in my skin and I'm not gonna wait I'm into myself in a most precious way I don't want to explain tonight all the things I tried to hide I shut myself off from the world so I can draw the blinds And I'll teach myself to fly Chorus x1 There's a world undefined in my body and mind I wont be left behind I'm already here Chorus x2 |
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Oct 14, 2005, 07:00 AM // 07:00
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#210 |
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: May 2005
Location: NC
Guild: DKL
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50 gold to the first person who can identify the group who sung this...
16 years ago, one day, I was walking down the street I was cruising in Brooklyn You know what I mean? Something was cooking, but wasn't yet a chicken. There was a man, Selling chicks in a box. He said, "2 for 1, but 3 for 2." I said, "That's not bad, Here's money for you." One was magenta, The other was blue. I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken One day, the blue one went away. The other grew up f*ckin' well. She was noisy every night. I had always chicken-bite. Then I met a lover One night, she made me dinner. Licking finger, I wondered Where she got the chicken. Then I met a lover. One night, she made me dinner. Licking finger, I wondered where she got the chicken. I know my chicken You got to know your chicken ... Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and sh*t a brick. Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and sh*t a brick Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and sh*t a brick Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and sh*t a brick I know my chicken You got to know your chicken ... She went to college to study anatomy I followed her father's butchery We got 2 babies. Is it cool? One was magenta, the other was blue. I know my chicken You got to know your chicken ... |
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Oct 14, 2005, 07:18 AM // 07:18
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Banned
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Macau
Guild: www.exilesofdarksteel.com
Profession: E/
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Somewhere out my doorway
Somewhere down my block I can hear her heartbeat In rhythm with my clock I want her more than diamonds I want her more than gold I want her more than anything anyone could hold We were built to last On until forever The world is changing fast But our love was built to last She has followed me down Along those empty streets She has followed me where the rain would fall in sheets And I know I been changing Changing like the wind I was feeling burned out I got tired of it So come to me my darlin' Hold me while I sleep I know you feel lost But you're not in too deep |
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Oct 14, 2005, 10:59 AM // 10:59
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#212 |
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Lion's Arch Merchant
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Boston, MA
Profession: Me/Mo
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I dont think that anyone acually reads the lyrics that people post >.<
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Oct 14, 2005, 02:42 PM // 14:42
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#213 |
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Right behind you.
Guild: HeRo
Profession: W/Rt
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I do
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Oct 14, 2005, 05:59 PM // 17:59
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#214 |
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Right behind you.
Guild: HeRo
Profession: W/Rt
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Bob Dylan
E-riff A-riff B-riff : . . . : : . . . : : . . . : |-4-----3--2-|-0----||-9-----8--7-|-5---||-11----10-9--|-7------ |------------|------||------------|-----||-------------|-------- |-4-----3--2-|-1----||-9-----8--7-|-6---||-11----10-9--|-8------ |------------|------||------------|-----||-------------|-------- |------------|------||------------|-----||-------------|-------- |------------|------||------------|-----||-------------|-------- E Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good, They'll stone ya just like they said they would. A They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home. E Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone. B But I would not feel so all alone, E Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table. They'll stone ya when you are young and able. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck. They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck." Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end. Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again. They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone. They'll stone you when you are walking home. They'll stone you and then say you are brave. They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. |
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Oct 14, 2005, 06:03 PM // 18:03
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#215 |
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Pre-Searing Cadet
Join Date: Sep 2005
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Just as he hit
The ground They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobriquets riddle me this three half eaten corneas who hit the aureole Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fé A capillary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped The house half the way Fell empty with teeth That split both his lips Mark these words One day this chalk outline will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face A room colored charlatan Hid in a safe Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fé A capillary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fé A capillary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are Always the coldest to go |
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Oct 15, 2005, 07:18 PM // 19:18
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Krytan Explorer
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Somewhere between the Real World and Tyria ;P
Guild: The Gothic Embrace [Goth]
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Artist: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
Pack up I'm a stray enough Oh say say say you'll Say say say you'll Say say say you'll Say say say you'll Say say say.. Wait. They don't love you like I love you Wait. They don't love you like I love you Maps........... Wait. They don't love you like I love you Made off Don't stray Well my kinds Your kind I'll stay the same Pack up But don't stray Oh say say say I'll say say say.. Wait. They don't love you like I love you Wait. They don't love you like I love you Maps........... Wait. They don't love you like I love you Wait. They don't love you like I love you Maps........... Wait. they don't love you like I love you Wait. They don't love you like I love you Wait. They don't love you like I love you Maps........... Wait. They don't love you like I love you Wait. They don't love you like I love you Maps........... Wait. they don't love you like I love you lyrics are simple but I like the feeling of that song |
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Oct 15, 2005, 08:14 PM // 20:14
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#217 |
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Pre-Searing Cadet
Join Date: Sep 2005
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Now I'm lost
last night I heard lepers flinch like birth defects it's musk was fecal in origin as the words dribbled off of its chin it said I'm lost I'm lost now I'm lost dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils cast in oblong arms length the hooks have been picking their scabs where wolves hide in the company of men it said I'm lost I'm lost now I'm lost are you peaking in the red perforated at the neck what of this mongrel architect a broken arm of sewers set past present and future tense clipside of the pinkeye fountain now I'm lost it's been said long time ago you'll be the first and last to know you'll never know |
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Oct 15, 2005, 08:19 PM // 20:19
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#218 |
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Frost Gate Guardian
Join Date: Jul 2005
Guild: Lionheart Braves [LHB]
Profession: W/
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Elwood Sundown-
yo i could see her lying back in a satin dress in a room where you do what you dont confess she was a high pocket rumblin, movin in the ovenin turntablein turnta b whats the deal somtimes i ryme slow, somtimes i ryme quick when its time to get busy out the hat comes a trick so when the sun goes down you better take care for find youve been creepin round my back stair sundown you better take care, if i find youve been creepin round my back stair shes a queen, lookin mean, and a sailors dream she gotta come clean, say what she mean shes gotta fess up, yo is her dress up? oh indeed, and tell em how it is b, bring em up to speed somtimes i ryme slow, somtimes i ryme quick when its time to get busy out the hat comes a trick its a shame when the game leaves you out the frame its the love for the sinister losing it again sometimes i think its a shame when i get feeling better when im feeling no pain see i could picture every move a man could make you took steps, you fell in love and thats your first mistake you in a hole, gotta poll, but you shimmy up the wrong way hey yo the suns going down and i feel like its my last day sundown you better take care, if i find youve been creepin round my back stair sometimes i think its a sin when i feel like im winning when im losing again yo sometimes the silence is just so valueable sometimes she lay her head down, pink frown, sad cause shes lost out a big city hat who goes for minds one trip day by day with sunshine soak in a room back sunlight yo i could see her lying back in a satin dress in a room where you do what you dont confess sundown (x3) I could picture every move a man could make getting lost in a lot theres your first mistake sundown (x3) she was looking fast in the faded jeans now shes a hard lovin woman gotta know what i mean she stepped up in the spot she made the spot hot give it away, give it away yeaaaaa sometimes i think its a shame when i get feeling better when im feeling no pain and sundown you better take care, if i find youve been creepin round my back stair sundown you better take care, if i find youve been creepin round find youve been creepin my back stair and sometimes i think its a sin when i think im winning when im losing again im losing again (x8) |
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Oct 15, 2005, 08:21 PM // 20:21
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#219 |
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Krytan Explorer
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Somewhere between the Real World and Tyria ;P
Guild: The Gothic Embrace [Goth]
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mars volta - ownage
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Oct 15, 2005, 08:31 PM // 20:31
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#220 |
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Frost Gate Guardian
Join Date: Jul 2005
Guild: Lionheart Braves [LHB]
Profession: W/
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Song: Drift Away
Artist: Uncle Kracker featuring Dobie Gray Lyrics: Day after day I'm more confused Yet I look for the light Through the pourin' rain You know that's a game that I hate to lose And I'm feeling the strain Ain't it a shame Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away [repeat] Beginning to think that I'm wasting time I don't understand the things I do The world outside looks so unkind Now I'm counting on you To carry me through Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away [repeat] And when my mind is free You know a melody can move me And when I'm feeling blue The guitar's coming through to soothe me Thanks for the joy that you're given me I want you to know I believe in your song Your rythm and rhyme and harmony You've helped me along Makin' me strong Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away [repeat] Na, na, now won't ya Won't ya take, oh ha ..take me |
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