Songs that speak to you

[Tearloch7]

 

How can I bear it?
Knowing you're here
Whilst I'm here and not there
And I'm nowhere and everywhere
Dreaming of you

I dream of you baby
It's driving me crazy
These dreams of you

And how can I hope to
Do what I'm supposed to?
When all that I want
When all that I need
Is just to be close to you

And if love is good
Then how come it hurts so much
I long for your smile
I long for your smile
Your body, your sweet touch

The dreams I've had baby
Are driving me crazy
How much can I stand?
Like an old tune that haunts me
It's driving me crazy

But morning must come soon
And dreams like an old tune
That's been round my brain
Will finally leave me
When you're in my arms again

[-DLC-]

This one, by my all time favourite female artist, fits with my sad mood right now.

 

 

i sat there tight lipped angry
wide open lead her from me where i am
i stand here thinking with you i've missed you
can you feel me hold your hand?
hold your hand?

would i die on a night like this?
would i cry for what you did?

are you swollen from your guilty thoughts?
like i might let you in on where i've been
can you taste me with your vision?
i've been here for some time or did you care?
did you care?

would i die on a night like this?
would i cry for what you did?
would i die on a night like this?
& i'm sorry darlin' watch me hate you gracefully
i fell in without you & i was head first headed for danger

would i die on a night like this?
would i cry for what you did?

she sat there waiting for you
she cried for hours
you said you'd be right back

 

[Twilight Sparkle]

i had an interesting exchange with someone at tim hortons yesterday. they were doing some school thing on mental illness and this guy noticed that i was sitting "in a manner", which "i wasn't feeling right" and he asked me, "are you busy at the moment?"

 

i said, "no, i'm just on my break. can i help you with something?"

 

that's when he told me that he was writing this thing for his course and wanted to ask me some questions. i said, sure i have half an hour. i had a feeling this was a pretty big thing for him, and when he proposed to me, "i'm going to ask you a few questions, and if you feel i went out of bounds, just say no comment and i won't go any further, but if you're comfortable, please share your story."

 

his first question to me was "what does isolation mean to you?"

i live it. sure, i have friends, and family, a girl friend, but i've been through so much **** that, sometimes, i feel most comfortable alone, and sometimes, i just don't want to be touched. some days, i just want me in front of the TV, or numb

 

 

"can you elaborate on 'numb?' do you self medicate?"

yes.

 

"why do you feel the need to self medicate? do you feel that it's easier to answer these questions than to face them?"

can i hire you?

 

"when i get my degree, i want you to be my first client. can you tell me about your work? how does work play into your life?"

work. since the day i stepped foot in the workforce, i've prided myself as doing more work than the next guy. even now, i feel unappreciated. it's never a good feeling, going in to managers who don't care, and see you as expendable. ever read animal farm?

 

"animal farm is one of my favourite books. Do you feel like you're not one of those 'some are more equal than others people?"

i work in a union job, and seniority is a big huge thing. i can work more than some anus who's worked here for 30 years, who needs to **** off and retire already, but i'm not on the same level because i don't have the "experience" even though, i used to be a kitchen manager, and that requires actual "work", and not adding water to a flour mix, like **** off.

 

"so you work in the bakery?"

yes

 

"i've never heard a bakery sound so hard before."

it's a commercial bakery, and it's really not. my new manager is such a tool and makes things seem a lot harder than it really should be. she reflects the management at this store and management in general; they don't see you as a person, they see you as either an employee number, or what your start time is"

 

 

 

"it's a shame that you have to head back in a couple of minutes, but i want to say that you've helped me out quite a lot today. I'll be honest, I've had four people reject me today, so thank you for your time."

yea, no problem. i'm happy to help in your thing.

 

"i just have one more question before you go."

yea, go for it.

 

"with everything that i've gathered, what keeps you sane? I'm not talking by self medicating, because you can't be 'medicated' every single day. there has to be something you do to make sense of things."

all i have is music.

 

 

i felt fulfilled that i was able to help a student, in an area that needs more people in the mental health field. there isn't enough light shed on it. the fact that we're called a "pussified generation" for acually shedding light on mental health doesn't sit right with me. just because you older people didn't have this when you were our age, doesn't give you a right to look down on us, and treat us differently, even though you're just as weak as the next "millennial"

 

[Tearloch7]

 

A tall tree, turn and face the west
O we’re running with the wind
A high cliff-top, we’re waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin

But these broken wings won’t fly
These broken wings won’t fly at all

And oh how we laugh, maybe we should crawl
Oh, and ask to be excused
We shout loudly, have answers to it all
Oh, but we have been refused

But these broken wings won’t fly
These broken wings won’t fly at all

Girl child, you’re dancing with the stream
Growing with the silver trees
Your young questions, you ask me what it means
O but I am not at ease

But these broken wings won’t fly
These broken wings won’t fly at all

[Tearloch7]

 

Something happened here in this cold deserted place
Where mighty walls have vanished leaving not a trace
Something's not quite right where ravens cast a guilty eye
And hidden reason still continues to deny

CHORUS
But Mary I can feel your pain
I can hear your heart breaking
On the silent fields of Fotheringay
I can hear your heart breaking

We give our might to men who take it as their own
And in our name destroy with every thrown stone
We stand the simple fools we watch them break it down
But the stolen voice lies silent it cannot make a sound

CHORUS

We've found a darkness here belief has withered well away
And time has sacrificed but no-one dares to say
Something's not quite right where ravens cast a guilty eye
And hidden reason still continues to deny

CHORUS

[Alflives]

"Happy Birthday", you know...on my BIRTHDAY!  

[Master 112]

Have You Got It Yet? - Roger Barrett

[Master 112]

On 23/03/2017 at 2:10 PM, Alflives said:

"Happy Birthday", you know...on my BIRTHDAY!  

Happy belated Birthday wishes! I hope you had a good one.

[Tearloch7]

 

Now he's brought down the rain
And the indian summer is through
In the morning you'll be following your trail again
Fair lady

You ain't calling me to join you
And I'm spoken for anyway
But I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away

Your beauty is familiar
And your voice is like a key
That opens up my soul
And torches up a fire inside of me

Your coat is made of magic
And around your table angels play
And I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away

Somebody left us whisky
And the night is very young
I've got some to say and more to tell
And the words will soon be spilling from my tongue

I will rave and I will ramble
I'll do everything but make you stay
Then I will cry when ye go away
I will cry when ye go away

When ye go away...
When ye go away

[Twilight Sparkle]

i apologize for bringing my baggage into the thread, but there's a lot :x

 

i'm a huge fan of lou reed because of the stuff he would write, that pretty much everyone can relate to, at some point in their life

 

this one, in particular, people with addiction, or who battle it can understand-- the anxiety and paranoia of withdrawal. having being clean for years, i still suffer from the effects of panic attacks and anxiety, especially social anxiety, but i've always been someone who doesn't like to be around large groups of people, going as far back when i was a child (yet, i some how manage to go to one canucks game a year). some days i feel like "I know where i must be, i must be in hell"

 

 

[Tearloch7]

 

Each new day gifts us the chance to change and start anew ...  as does each breath we take .. Namaste.

[Tearloch7]

 

Blessed may You be on this heavenly day, may peace, love and joy come Your way ..  Namaste

[Tearloch7]

 

A tall tree, turn and face the west
O we’re running with the wind
A high cliff-top, we’re waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin

But these broken wings won’t fly
These broken wings won’t fly at all

And oh how we laugh, maybe we should crawl
Oh, and ask to be excused
We shout loudly, have answers to it all
Oh, but we have been refused

But these broken wings won’t fly
These broken wings won’t fly at all

Girl child, you’re dancing with the stream
Growing with the silver trees
Your young questions, you ask me what it means
O but I am not at ease

But these broken wings won’t fly
These broken wings won’t fly at all

[UFCanuck]

everything but country

[J-23]

"Vice City"
Hey there you, looking for brighter season
Need to lay your burden down
Hey there you, drowning in a helpless feeling
Buried under deeper ground

I seem depressed, always being bothered never less
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
They ask me what is happiness, you write it on a cheque

Hey there you- When the lights go out and you're on your own [x2]

If death is what it seems
Why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams?
Fear of understanding, the Devils running his course
Pitchers not receivers, it's coming straight from the source
Remorse, as this time becomes a factor
Minds full of greed exposing your benefactors
Backwards, pace backwards
Everybody is superficial, only breaching the surface
Surface, upon the Earth
Flames engulf the Earth
And prized possession they incinerate
This is far beyond any director tried to demonstrate
See the record, here's the record, take the record, set it straight
Perplexed, only receive slumber when that heaven gates
And this is fairly simple for your breath
Try and contemplate your conversates
Hesitating, navigation in the traits
Back to a time where minds were just matter
If you stated opinion then bones would begin to shatter
It didn't matter back then, cause there was no reacting, acting up
Chevy in black, accurate fact put the black in fact
If you thought that, you a bree, you should disregard that
All fact

Hey there you- When the lights go out and you're on your own [x4]

Young X'ster, call me a young Dexter
My hypothesis, is, death ain't $&!#
I'd rather die than be alive in this life

[Sample x3:]
Hey there you, try to stand up on your own two feet, and
Stumblin'

Through the sky, through-through the sky

Hey there you- When the lights go out and you're on your own [x4]

[Sample x3:]
Through the sky, through-through the sky

[Tearloch7]

 

I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.

If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
My singing bird as you.
My singing bird as you

[riffraff]

 

When I go out, I take pills to take the edge off
For to just take a chillax, man, forget about it
Just a certified badass out for a night on the town
Ain't it oh-exciting, the way one can fake their way through life
Hey, but that's neither here nor there
In a way how could one ever prove you're just putting them all on

[Chorus]
That's life, tho
Almost hate to say
That's life, tho
In every brutal way

[Verse 2]
From Hoist Point I hang glide into the Valley of Ashes
Just as Powderhead has long been burned to the ground
Yeah with fire, with fire
A chosen one just leveled the farm

I guess hell has finally frozen over
I wanna run into the rolling hills along some mid-western highway
But there are scorpions out there
There was a man who touched the lives of many
And when he died he left so many people cryin'

[Chorus]
That's life, tho
So sad, so true
That's life, tho
So sad to say
 

 

[Verse 3]

Stay Puff was on top of the world
Then he fell all the way back down naturally
The laws of physics have shown that a man must walk through life via peaks and valleys
There was a man, a big ol' hearted man that we all put on a pedestal
And when he left this earth, well he left so many loved ones behind ('hind)

[Chorus]
That's life, tho
Hate to point out the painfully obvious
That's life, tho
So sad, so true
That's life, tho
That's life, tho
That's life, tho
Almost hate to say

[Tearloch7]

I'd like to dedicate this song to Jerry Jeff Walker, Funky Donnie Fritz and anyone out there who has troubles finding empathy for their fellow man .. oh, and thanks Warren

 

 

Namaste.

 

 

Well, I've seen all there is to see
And I've heard all they have to say
I've done everything I wanted to do . . .
I've done that too
And it ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
So I'm going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all

You know, I just had a short vacation, Roy
Spent it getting a root canal
"Oh, how'd you like it?"
Well, it ain't that pretty at all
So I'm going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all

Gonna get a good running start and throw myself at the wall as hard as I can man

I've been to Paris
And it ain't that pretty at all
I've been to Rome
Guess what?
I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Louvre Museum
Get a good running start and hurl myself at the wall
Going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than feel nothing at all
And it ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all

[ice orca]

Beethoven's Symphony no 3 in e major opus 55..The Eroica..sorry cant post it.

[Cerridwen]

 

 

Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life

You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife

I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do

But, I wish someone had talked to me

Like I wanna talk to you.....

 

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run

Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun

But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free

I've been to Paradise but I've never been to me...

 

Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away

'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today

I can see so much of me still living in your eyes

Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....

 

Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I sipped champagne on a yacht

I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got

I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'posed to see

I've been to Paradise, but I've never been to me...

 

Hey, you know what Paradise is?

It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be

But you know what truth is?

It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning

The same one you're going to make love with tonight

That's truth, that's love......

 

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete

But I, I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet

I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free

Hey lady......

I've been to Paradise

But I've never been to me....