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Post by flounder on Mar 25, 2018 18:27:09 GMT -5
Since I’ve been loving you by Led Zeppelin comes to mind.
Workin' from seven to eleven every night It really makes life a drag I don't think that's right I've really been the best of fools I did what I could, yeah 'Cause I love you, baby How I love you, darling How I love you, baby My beloved little girl, little girl But baby, since I've been loving you, yeah I'm about to lose my worried mind, oh yeah Everybody trying to tell me That you didn't mean me no good I've been trying, Lord, let me tell you Let me tell you I really did the best I could I've been working from seven to eleven every night I said it kinda makes my life a drag Lord, that ain't right, no no Since I've been loving you I'm about to lose my worried mind Watch out Said I've been crying, yeah Oh, my tears they fell like rain Don't you hear, don't you hear them falling Don't you hear, don't you hear them falling Do you remember, mama, when I knocked upon your door? I said you had the nerve to tell me You didn't want me no more, yeah I open my front door, hear my back door slam You know, you must have one of them new fangled New fangled back door man I've been working from seven, seven, seven to eleven every night It kinda makes my life a drag, a drag, drag Ah, yeah, it makes a drag Baby, since I've been loving you I'm about to lose I'm about to lose, lose my worried mind Just one more, just one more, oh yeah Since I've been loving you, I'm about to lose my worried mind
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Post by sweetplumeria on Mar 26, 2018 2:01:27 GMT -5
Maybe you were reading my mind.. I am on a major melencholy song bender. There is not one song... its more like song of the moment and mood.
I have no idea why but I was kinda stuck on Highwayman by Stevie Nicks, an old song but so poetic, sad, and lovely.
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Post by baza on Mar 26, 2018 21:05:46 GMT -5
With apologies to Bruce -
Got a refuser down in Baltimore, Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
The refused've got a hungry heart The refused've got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part The refused've got a hungry heart
I met her in a Kingstown bar Refused to root me so it had to end We took what we had and we ripped it apart Now here I am down in Kingstown again
The refused've got a hungry heart The refused've got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part The refused've got a hungry heart
A refuser needs you be around To pick up toys and clean refusers home Don't make no difference if you want a root At bed time you're gonna be alone
The refused've got a hungry heart The refused've got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part The refused've got a hungry heart
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Post by lwoetin on Mar 26, 2018 23:22:06 GMT -5
I've got your picture of me and you You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too" I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do Oh it's in color Your hair is brown Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds I often kiss you when there's no one else around
I've got your picture, I've got your picture I'd like a million of you all 'round myself I want a doctor to take your picture So I can look at you from inside as well You've got me turning up and turning down I'm turning in I'm turning 'round
I'm turning celibate I think I'm turning celibate I really think so Turning celibate I think I'm turning celibate I really think so I'm turning celibate I think I'm turning celibate I really think so Turning celibate I think I'm turning celibate I really think so
No sex, no sex, no sex, no sex No sex, no sex, no sex, no sex It's dark....
'The Vapors' - ILIASM version
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 14:39:48 GMT -5
I think this song is relevant to more than a few of us. It's hard to move on but someone in the relationship has to step up and do it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 14:41:47 GMT -5
On a more upbeat note, I find this song up lifting. I like to sing this around the house. We can't always be crying or in mourning.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 7:24:58 GMT -5
One last song I promise. For those of you wanting an answer from your spouse and tired of waiting.
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Post by jenilee1214 on Mar 28, 2018 20:49:34 GMT -5
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Post by tirefire on Mar 31, 2018 19:31:21 GMT -5
George Jones. That right there is a classic.
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Post by flounder on Mar 31, 2018 19:39:17 GMT -5
George Jones. That right there is a classic. Truth.
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Post by lwoetin on Apr 5, 2018 23:38:55 GMT -5
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Post by lwoetin on Apr 15, 2018 1:33:27 GMT -5
Want some BJ instead?
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Post by lwoetin on Apr 15, 2018 1:43:05 GMT -5
Can't have only one BJ, so....
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Post by magdalen on Apr 15, 2018 15:36:38 GMT -5
Are we to speak, first day of the week Stumbling words at the bar Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries Long Island kindness and wine Beloved of John, I get it all wrong I read you for some kind of poem Covered in lines, the fossils I find Have they no life of their own? So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands There's only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead Such a waste, your beautiful face Stumbling carpet arise Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend Icarus, point to the sun If history speaks of two baby teeth I'm painting the hills blue and red They said beware, Lord hear my prayer: I've wasted my throes on your head So can we be friends sweetly Before the mystery ends? I love you more than the world can contain in its lonely and ramshackle head There's only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead I'm holding my breath My tongue on your chest What can be said of my heart? If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek Where there remains but a mark Beloved my John, so I'll carry on Counting my cards down to one And when I am dead, come visit my bed My fossil is bright in the sun So can we contend peacefully Before my history ends? Jesus I need you, be near, come shield me From fossils that fall on my head There's only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking, I'm dead
Sufjan Stevens - John My Beloved
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Post by magdalen on Apr 15, 2018 21:13:48 GMT -5
This my excavation and today is Qumran Everything that happens is from now on This is pouring rain This is paralyzed I keep throwing it down, two Hundred at a time It's hard to find it when you knew it When your money's gone And you're drunk as hell On your back with your racks as he stacks your load In the back with the racks and he stacks your load In the back with the racks and you're unstacking your load I've been twisting to the sun I needed to replace And the fountain in the front yard is rusted out All my love was down In a frozen ground There's a black crow sitting across from me His wiry legs are crossed He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss Whatever could it be That has brought me to this loss? On your back with your racks as he stacks your load In the back with the racks and he stacks your load In the back with the racks and you're unstacking your load This is not the sound of a new man Or a crispy realization It's the sound of me unlocking and lift away Your love will be Safe with me
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