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Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

I met a woman long ago
Her hair the black that black can go
Are you a teacher of the heart
Soft she answered no.

I met a girl across the sea
Her hair the gold that gold can be
Are you a teacher of the heart
Yes but not for thee.

I met a man who lost his mind
In some lost place I had to find
Follow me the wise man said
But he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
Where none was sick and none was well
When at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came
And then came noon
Dinner time the scalpel blade
Lay beside my silver spoon

Some girls wander by mistake
Into the mess that scalpels make
Are you the teachers of my heart
We teach all hearts to break.

One morning I woke up alone
The hospital, the nurses gone
Have I carved enough, my lord
Child, you are bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
No, I did not miss a plate
Well, how much do these suppers cost
We'll take it out in hate.

I spent my hatred every place
On every work on every face
Someone gave me wishes
And I wished for an embrace.

Several girls embraced me,
Then I was embraced by men
Is my passion perfect
No, do it once again.

I was handsome, I was strong
I knew the words of every song
Did my singing please you
No, the words you sang were wrong.

Who is it whom I address
Who takes down what I confess
Are you the teachers of my heart
We teach all hearts to rest.

Well, teachers are my lessons done
I cannot do another one
They laughed and laughed and said
Well, child are your lessons done.

Are your lessons done
Are your lessons done.

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 Post Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 3:32 pm 
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

Set The Fire To The Third Bar
Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright... :D


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He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His momma always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy
He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
And steadily he worked to climb
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
Temporary, catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out of his
Solitary shell

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Leonard Cohen - Villanelle For Our Time

"From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part."

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Little dandelion, let your heart keep time


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It's all gone, so bring the rain.

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Location: Hell is where the heart is
Dream brother - Jeff Buckley

There is a child sleeping near his twin
The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
That dark angel he is shuffling in
Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled

The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes bloom goodbyes
With her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips another
Dream brother
With your tears scattered round the world.

Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't belie the one who left behind his name
'Cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine
And nobody ever came

I feel afraid and i call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and i know your pain
Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground
And the world spinning round forever

Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over....


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Location: Hell is where the heart is
Jinx wrote:
Come gather round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
Youll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin
Then you better start swimmin
Or youll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance wont come again
And dont speak too soon
For the wheels still in spin
And theres no tellin who
That its namin.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Dont stand in the doorway
Dont block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
Theres a battle outside
And it is ragin.
Itll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And dont criticize
What you cant understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin.
Please get out of the new one
If you cant lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin.


Ahh Bob Dylan :D One of my favourite singers.


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 Post Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:29 am 
I'm becoming less defined, as days go by
Fading away, well you might say I'm losing focus
Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes, I can see right through myself

Less concerned, about fitting into the world
Your world that is, cause it doesn't really matter anymore
(No, it doesn't really matter anymore)
No, it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore

Yes, I am alone, but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell, I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself

I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked
Yes it did!

There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me
There is no f**king you, there is only me
There is no f**king you, there is only me

Only (x4)

Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye
And it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling
Like I just knew it's something bad

I just couldn't leave it alone
I kept picking at that scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty on the inside

There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me
There is no f**king you, there is only me
There is no f**king you, there is only me

Only (x8 )


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Ahh Bob Dylan :D One of my favourite singers.


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Thus to Holy War, our songs that turned to roar.
Onward in our cause, we judged by holy laws.
Hailed the sacred creed, fell on bended knee.
Death that filled our wake, blood that stained our hands.

Thus we reached the land, sacred man beheld.
Vessel of a sin, none shall call him King.
Thorns were always gold, blood that never flowed
Death lay in his wake, blood that stained his hands.

Take away his shield.
Tear apart his standard.
Shouting, sanctify this holy lie.

Wash your face with tears.
Wash your hands with soil.
Wash away this holy lie.

Dawn across the land, return to ancient creed
Mother, Father, child. Now and ever be.
Praise the wind and rain, praise the joy and pain.
Never havoc cry nor loose the dogs of war.

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"Sour Times" Portishead

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Who oo am I, what and why
Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ohh these sour times

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide ....

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you
Nobody loves.. me
Its true
Not, like, you.. do

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