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The All-New, All-Different LYRICS O YR LIFE!

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The Return Of Rothkoid

21:18 / 07.11.02

Grapefruit moon, one star shining,
shining down on me.
Heard that tune, and now I'm pining,
honey, can't you see?
'Cause every time I hear that melody,
well, something breaks inside,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining,
can't turn back the tide.

Never had no destination, could not get across.
You became my inspiration, oh but what a cost.
'Cause every time I hear that melody,
well, something breaks inside,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining,
is more than I can hide.

Now I'm smoking cigarettes
and I strive for purity,
And I slip just like the stars into obscurity.
'Cause every time I hear that melody,
well, puts me up a tree,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining,
is all that I can see.

Tom Waits: Grapefruit Moon.

sigh.

at the scarwash

22:01 / 07.11.02

A-well-a-bird-bird-bird
Bird is the word

04:22 / 08.11.02

[A perfect summation of my September and October:]

I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung
I've been putting it off for a while,
But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear
That I cry when I'm seeing you smile.
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Every time that I tried to tell
that we'd lost the magic we had at the start,
I would weep my heart when I looked in your eyes
And I searched once again for the spark.

I can see by your eyes, it's time now to go
So I'll leave you to cry in the rain,
Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed.

(Old Shoes (And Picture Postcards) - Tom Waits)

17:16 / 09.11.02

In a way, it's all a matter of time
I will not worry for you, You'll be just fine
Take my thoughts with you, and when you look behind
You will surely see a face that you recognize

You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time
Open your mind, Surely it's plain to see
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind, Surely there's time to be with me

It is the distance, that makes life a little hard
Two minds that once were close, Now so many miles apart
I will not falter though, I'll hold on till you're home
Safely back where you belong, And see how our love has grown

The Return Of Rothkoid

23:02 / 09.11.02

don`t you know it only gets louder
when you cut off your ear

Matthew Fluxington

17:28 / 13.11.02

what is the light
that you have
shining all around you?
is it chemically derived?
because if it's natural
something glowing from inside
shining all around you
its potential has arrived

looking into space, it surrounds you
love is the place that yr drawn to
looking into space, it surrounds you
love is the face that yr drawn to

what is the light
that you have
shining all around you?
is it chemically derived?

at the scarwash

21:48 / 13.11.02

Illness, pollution
Should be encouraged and let loose
Then maybe some would have a geniune grouse

Goodness Gracious Meme

21:55 / 13.11.02

no lyrics, just props to Crunchy for his quote. Oh yeaaah

"Make my day...."

Goodness Gracious Meme

22:03 / 13.11.02

[BOYS]
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get is gru...el!
Ev'ry day we say our prayer --
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gru...el!
There is not a cust, not a crumb can we find,
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge,
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imag...ine

Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood --
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys --
In-di-gestion!

Food, glorious food!
We're anxious to try it.
Three banquets a day --
Our favourite diet!

Just picture a great big steak --
Fried, roasted or stewed.
Oh, food,
Wonderful food,
Marvellous food,
Glorous food.

Food, glorious food!
What is ther emore handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed --
Still worth a kin's ransom.
What is it we dream about?
Wat brings on a sigh?
Piled pieahes and cream , about
Six feet high!

Food, glorious food!
Eat right through the menu.
Just loosen your belt
Two inches and then you
Work up a new appetite.
In this interlude --
The food,
Once again, food
Fabulous food,
Glorious food.

Food, glorious food!
Don't care what it looks like --
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like.
Just thinking of growing fat --
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling!

Food, glorious food!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more --
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food,
Magical food,
Wonderful food,
Marvellous food,
Fabulous food,

[OLIVER]
Beautiful food,

[BOYS]
Glorious food

- Food, Glorious Food

23:51 / 14.11.02

Miri it is while sumer i lasts with fugeles song,
oc nu neheth windest blast an weder strong
eh eh fwhat! This nicht is long
and ich with well michel wrong.
Sorregh an morun an fast.

13th c English, anon, very dodgy spelling. Even dodgier translation:

Merry it is while the summer lasts with bird song,
but now the wind blasts and it is stormy.
Oh fuck! This night (winter) is long
and everything is going wrong.
Sorrow and mourn and fast.

Nice to British weather hasn't changed then...

Matthew Fluxington

11:45 / 17.11.02

Sunday drive past your own hall of fame
it's closed on week days, shut for good
look at no one when you're talking
thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking
no one has a clue

the party's shot
the thin caught fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
the spastic rats, the criminals chat

count to ten and read until the lights begin to
bleed lights until you actually see the rays
and your thoughts then start to turn and
those are lessons that you're learning
no one has a clue

the gauzy thoughts of the sturdy Scots
wrestle with the elements up on the trail high
I need to know where does it go
how do I get there and what will I find?

16:42 / 17.11.02

Tori Amos - Gold Dust (excerpt)

How did it go so
Fast

You'll say as we are looking back
and then we'll understand
We held gold dust
in our
hands

16:55 / 17.11.02

'Brompton Oratory' Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you

Matthew Fluxington

12:35 / 22.11.02

all I can see is black and white
and white and pink
and play it to blue
then lay between the words I think on a page
that I was meaning to send her
you, I couldn't tell if I bring my heart
the way I wanted when I started
writing this letter to you
if I could, you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you!

all I can be is a busy sea of
spinning wheels and hands that feel
for stone to throw
and feet that run
that come back home and
makes no difference, ever ya know
makes no difference ever known to me
if I could, you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you!

If i could, you know i would
If i could, you know i would
If i could, you know i would
I'm the man who loves you!
I'm the man who loves you!
I'm the man who loves you!
I'm the man who loves you!

16:36 / 23.11.02

Foo Fighters 'All My Life' (excerpt)

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing

20:13 / 23.11.02

Someday we’ll know
Why Sampson loved Dalilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you’ll know
That I was the one for you

(like duh! it's mandy moore!)

Regrettable Juvenilia

19:00 / 24.11.02

I still have a flame gun
For the cute cute cute ones

And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On a tight ship

I still have a flame gun
For the cute ones
To burn out all your tricks
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On a very tight ship

And I know
That in the cold light
There's a very big man
There's a very big man
Leading us into
Temptation

Backhand, role reversal
Where is someone
Backhand, reversable roles
I know there's someone

I still have a flame gun
For the cute ones
To burn out all your tricks
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On such a tight ship

And I know that in the cold light
Is a very big man
Leading us into
Temptation

- Cat Power, 'Nude As The News', minus chorus because there is sadly no way in which being pregnant with the Rev Jesse Jackson's kid relates to my life.

The Return Of Rothkoid

10:03 / 25.11.02

I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave

Everything was true
It couldn't be a story...
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story

The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man

22:56 / 25.11.02

(Thanks to MCLentil for his Pixies lyrics. What I thought they were singing was a LOT different. Cousins in her arms for starters...)

Matthew Fluxington

13:34 / 27.11.02

I wish we could get our act together
make some sense of present tense, all right
take our time with what we find and feel it
don't you know there's someplace else that we can go?
billions... there are trees to climb

I don't really know your taste in ceilings
I don't know the rpm you rev
but for now I think I'll keep on reeling
this adventure needs a little game, my friend
and it never, ever ends

we're locked in to talking
a Lariat knot to a Cree
a walk in the cotton
a rebel attempted to ski
we're locked in to talking
I'd rather you not, than agree
a walk in the cotton
a rebel attempted to ski
on gypsum slats, you can't do that

streaking through the ferns in Allegany
chatting up a panda in a bar
I like wearing slippers when its raining
this attraction bleeds into a thirst
like it always does

10:29 / 29.11.02

Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
Janitors padlock the gates
For security guards to patrol
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
While the married ones turn on a chat show

And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore
Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go
And by five o'clock everything's dead
And every third car is a cab
And ignorant people sleep in their beds
Like the doped white mice in the college lab

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there
The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care
Close circuit cameras in department stores
Shoot the same video every day
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
Just survive constant action replay

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
While angry from Manchester writes to complain about
All the repeats on T.V.
And computer terminals report some gains
On the values of copper and tin
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
For the price of a hospital wing

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock
And we'll all go along like before

And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

The Return Of Rothkoid

03:35 / 01.12.02

When I was in grade six
I used to hold open a door for a girl and she called me a wimp.
Said there's just no need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her, I think she was right.
It just never entered my mind
That a twelve year old came down to choosing sides.
You said I'd die if I had nothing to do
Put a drink in my hand and I'll talk to anything that moves.
I just refuse to give you what you think would make things right.
Just to find hate when you've lost the will to fight.
And would it be really in touch with the times
To put somebody down for choosing sides.

And you said "show us them teeth
Give us them braces.
Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces."
I can make you feel even half worthwhile
But please don't ask me to smile.

And times when it still feels right
I'll hold open a door for a girl or back down from a fight.
And if there's just no need to be so fucking polite.
At least it helps you sleep easier at night.
Just never entered my mind
That ever should come down to choosing sides.

And you said "show us them teeth
Give us them braces.
Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces."
I can prove to you that I do or don't get high
But please don't ask me to smile.

Matthew Fluxington

20:41 / 05.12.02

going back to these origins
the city is a natural scape
order in the details
confusion, uproar in the whole
in nature reality is selection
the tool of critical intervention
fragmentation is the rule
unity is not taught in school
you are an unnatural growth
on a funny sunny street
the city has forgotten you
its symbols of the past
the meaning of its state
its order of decay
standing now in columns
making the nature scene
waiting to make their pay
there is no resistance to
the signs along the way
there is no resistance to
salvation means to count on you
it just means to count on you
making the nature scene
making the nature scene

The Return Of Rothkoid

21:25 / 05.12.02

If you want money in you pocket
and a top hat on your head,
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed...
well today is grey skies,
tomorrow is tears:
you'll have to wait 'til yesterday is here.

Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train,
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again...
well today is grey skies,
tomorrow is tears:
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here.

If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye.
all our dreams come true
baby, up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie.

well the road's out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight...
today is grey skies,
tomorrow is tears:
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

Tom Waits: Yesterday Is Here

Our Lady of The Two Towers

20:30 / 06.12.02

She likes to watch the moon as it travels through the sky
'cos she's heard that it's romantic, though she really can't see why.
Someone should have helped her through the day.
Someone like the moon.
So she drinks a cup of coffee & telephones a friend
And she asks if she can make it so this night will never end.
Someone should have helped her through the day
Someone like the moon.
But the light comes and the day bleeds through the sky & the sun
The sun makes it hard to get through & the radio only plays love songs so she cries
Though she knows it's such a bad thing to do.
In the evening it gets better
And she thinks how it's not right that someone so stupid can so easily screw up your life.
Someone should have helped her through the day
Someone like the moon.
But the light came and the day bled through the sky & the sun
The sun made it hard to get through & the radio only played love songs so she cried
Though she knew it's such a bad thing to do.
Can't you see? Can't you see?
Someone should have helped her through the day.
Someone like the moon.

The Return Of Rothkoid

15:19 / 09.12.02

Kick out the gloom
Kick out the blues
Tear out the pages with all the bad news
Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls
Tear up the stairs and tear up the floors
Oh just burn down the house!
Burn down the street!
Turn everything red and the dream is complete
With the sound of your world
Going up in the fire
It's a perfect day to throw back your head
And kiss it all goodbye!

19:13 / 09.12.02

chimney falls as lovers blaze
thought that i was young
now i've freezin hands and bloodless veins
as numb as i've become
I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight.

'I Wish I was the Moon' - Neko Case

I am tired
I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams
They would awake me

'Venus in Furs' - Velvet Underground

The Return Of Rothkoid

21:15 / 11.12.02

I've been contemplating suicide,
but it really doesn't suit my style,
so I think I'll just act bored instead
And Contain the blood I would've shed?

She makes me feel so weary
my heart is really on its knees
but I keep a poker-face so well
that even mother couldn't tell

But my baby's so vain
she is almost a mirror
and the sound of her name
sends a permanent shiver down my
SPINE

I keep her photograph against my heart
for in my life she plays a starring part
all alcohol and cigarettes
there is no room for cheap regrets

But my baby's so vain
she is almost a mirror
and the sound of her name
sends a permanent shiver down my
SPINE

She makes me feel so ugly
my heart is really on it's knees
but I keep a poker face so well
that even mother couldn't tell

But my baby's so vain
she is almost a mirror
and the sound of her name
sends a perennial shiver down my
SPIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIYIYI-INE

The Return Of Rothkoid

22:25 / 11.12.02

It's a perfect summer's day but I think I'll stay inside
It's a perfect summer's day but I can't be satisfied
Today I'm feeling ugly - nothing to do but run and hide.

When I go to touch my baby, she tell me to behave
When I go to touch my baby, she tell me to behave
It's the middle of the summer - but here, it's colder than the grave

She said "You lost your fire and you don't thrill me anymore"
She said "You lost your fire and you don't thrill me anymore"
I just rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, then stared down to the floor

The summer I was ten, a family trip along in a canal
The summer I was ten, a family trip along in a canal
I was a miserable fucker then, and I'm still one now.

Pigboy blues: really got their teeth in me.
Pigboy blues: really got their teeth in me.
When I catch my reflection, I don't like what I see.
When I catch my reflection, I don't like what I see.

Michael J Sheehy: Pigboy Blues

The Return Of Rothkoid

21:12 / 15.12.02

When all is broken
In a pile.
You send out for supply
And cop the stale
Fine, what is it worth
When you get this pack of liars?

When all is broken in a pile
You set out for supply
And cop the stale

Time: what is it worth
When you get this?
You're scum of the earth.

We still have each other
We'll go down together
We can still laugh and take turns to shout:
"The Old Gang's Together!" (if you count)
"The Old Gang's Together!" (if you count)
"The Old Gang's Together!" (if you count)
"The Old Gang's Together!" (if you count)

19:22 / 16.12.02

Yeaaahah Unh huh unh huh
Yeaaahah Unh huh unh huh

Everybody's Happy Now
Everybody's Singing
Everybody's Happy Now
We're Bulletproof

Everybody's Happy Now
Everybody's Singing
Everybody's Happy Now
We're Bulletproof

(Bulletproof - PWEI: I just aced exam#1 and got an 83 on my essay! I am flying until I fail American History tomorrow, but UNTIL THEN!)

08:10 / 17.12.02

You wish you were a Bubbleman,
you wish, you wish, you wish.

You wish you were a Bubbleman,
you wish, you wish, you wish.

We wish we were the Bubblemen,
we wish, we wish, we wish.

We wish we were the Bubblemen,
we wish, we wish, we wish.

The Buuuuuuuhhb--ble--mennnnnnnn are com-ing.
The Buuuuuuuhhb--ble--mennnnnnnn are com-ing.
The Buuuuuuuhhb--ble--mennnnnnnn are com-ing.
The Buuuuuuuhhb--ble--mennnnnnnn are here.

Hooray!

On planet girrrrrrl,
ya' go for a whirrrl.
On planet girrrrrrl,
ya' go for a whirrrl.
On planet girrrrrrl,
ya' go for a whirrrl.
On planet!

"The Bubblemen Are Coming"
From Here Come the Bubblemen
by The Bubblemen

17:00 / 17.12.02

turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
"fuck life, we live life
this is our life, live your life"

03:43 / 18.12.02

Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree,
I need no excuse to end my misery,
This holiday season is all the more reason to die.

Oh pull up a stool and adhere to a fool,
Who once found some solace in the season of yule,
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry.

I put on my mittens, one green and one red,
And I walk alone where they bury the dead,
The snow falls as I grieve, It's a gothic, death rot Christmas Eve.

The bottle is empty, the sleigh has a flat,
The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat,
Her tassles are tangled, And what's worse, my jingle won't jangle.

This time of the year makes me sick to my guts,
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts,
Why nix your career to be down in the dumps,
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck.

I feel like St. Nicholas is pulling my leg,
This thing we call Christmas is a sorry black plague,
This holiday season is all the more reason to die

(Tom Waits and Peter Murphy - "Christmas Sucks" On behalf of everyone out there.)

The Return Of Rothkoid

09:33 / 18.12.02

Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so
(you'll never know)

I'm broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn oh
Will I ever see your sweet return,
oh/or, will I ever learn?
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
that will never come
It's never over,
my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles
when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over,
all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she is the tear
that hangs inside my soul forever
Maybe I'm just too young to keep good love
from going wrong
Oh... lover you should've come over...
'cause it's not too late...

I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love I'm waiting [I waited] for you
Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late

-Jeff Buckley, "Lover, You Should've Come Over"

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