Wilso -
Letty - I -love- Jethro tull. Saw them live in concert, Ian Anderson is still kickin!
dyslexia-
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"Well, if I had to do it all over again,
Babe, I'd do it all over you.
And if I had to wait for ten thousand years,
Babe, I'd even do that too.
Well, a dog's got his bone in the alley,
A cat, she's got nine lives,
A millionaire's got a million dollars,
King Saud's got four hundred wives.
Well, ev'rybody's got somethin'
That they're lookin' forward to.
I'm lookin' forward to when I can do it all again
And babe, I'll do it all over you.... "
Who/what is this?
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Pagan Poetry
Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernate
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
....
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I'm gonna keep me to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep my all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
-=-----Bachelorette
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break
Hum-yeah!
** Icelandic part **
(also Bjork)
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[To the tune of Bob Dylan's rainy day women]
The March of Tired
I'm tired,no-bo-dy tell me what to do
I'm tired and I'm not list-en-ing to you
I wan-ted to warn you that if you talk to me
I won't pay atten-tion to your soft muf-fl-ing
So, if talking this way is nar-cis-sistic,
And you're probab-ly tired too, //
March your feet home you know the sit-u-ation,
And on your way there tell folks that you're tired too.
Everyone will turn around in their driveway
The cars will stall at green lights on the street
And no one will be mo-ving on the crosswalks,
No one will be shuffling their feet-
(to work.)
So everyone pray for snow and get in bed
Cover your nose and feet - and play dead
This is the only way to get ahead
If everyone is tired.
(repeat as often as desired.)
Copyright 2004 Mariko Frost.