There's only 1 girl i wanna hold in my arms
There's only 1 girl i wanna call my little girl
There's only 1 girl who makes me feel like nothing's impossible
There's only 1 girl who i would stare down her eyes for eternity
And that girl is you, my little girl
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Bittersweet
Well... today has been bittersweet, solved problems, found new ones, happy times, emo times, all in a day...
I'm numb...
I'm numb...
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Combo earlier
Haha, a song combo i heard earlier which was pretty nice:
1. Dies Irae by Mago De Oz
2. Hush, Hush by Pussy Cat Dolls
3. Regresa mi by Il Divo
4. Green Fields of France by Dropkick Murphys
5. Bolero by DBSK
haha
1. Dies Irae by Mago De Oz
2. Hush, Hush by Pussy Cat Dolls
3. Regresa mi by Il Divo
4. Green Fields of France by Dropkick Murphys
5. Bolero by DBSK
haha
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
反方向的钟
迷迷蒙蒙你给的梦
出现裂缝隐隐作痛
怎么沟通你都没空
说我不懂说了没用
他的笑容有何不同
在你心中我不再受宠
我的天空是雨是风还是彩虹
你在操纵
恨自己真的没用情绪激动
一颗心到现在还在抽痛
还为分手前那句抱歉在感动
穿梭时间的画面的钟
从反方向开始移动
回到当初爱你的时空
停格内容不忠
所有回忆对着我进攻
我的伤口被你拆封
誓言太沉重泪被纵容
脸上汹涌失控
城市霓虹不安跳动
染红夜空过去种种
像一场梦不敢去碰
一想就痛心碎内容
每一秒钟都有不同
你不懂连一句珍重
也有苦衷也不想送
寒风中废墟烟囱
停止转动一切落空
在人海中盲目跟从
别人的梦全面放纵
恨没有用疗伤止痛
不在感动没有梦
痛不知轻重
泪水鲜红全面放纵
出现裂缝隐隐作痛
怎么沟通你都没空
说我不懂说了没用
他的笑容有何不同
在你心中我不再受宠
我的天空是雨是风还是彩虹
你在操纵
恨自己真的没用情绪激动
一颗心到现在还在抽痛
还为分手前那句抱歉在感动
穿梭时间的画面的钟
从反方向开始移动
回到当初爱你的时空
停格内容不忠
所有回忆对着我进攻
我的伤口被你拆封
誓言太沉重泪被纵容
脸上汹涌失控
城市霓虹不安跳动
染红夜空过去种种
像一场梦不敢去碰
一想就痛心碎内容
每一秒钟都有不同
你不懂连一句珍重
也有苦衷也不想送
寒风中废墟烟囱
停止转动一切落空
在人海中盲目跟从
别人的梦全面放纵
恨没有用疗伤止痛
不在感动没有梦
痛不知轻重
泪水鲜红全面放纵
Slow Fade
Be careful little eyes what you see
It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade
Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you're thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day
Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade
Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you're thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day
Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
Green Fields of France
Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down beside your graveside?
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Oh Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name？
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still no man's land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Do you mind if I sit here down beside your graveside?
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Oh Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name？
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still no man's land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of May, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
Season of My Weakness
I pause a moment for reflection
Ponder this peaceful benediction
While all that surrounds me
Is benign
It seems I’ve lost my inspiration
My last artistic motivation
The only thing, I have enough of,
Is time
I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow
Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night
My soul will be at peace and Ill go on
Its bitter cold and I am hurting
It’s been a long road that’s for certain
Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain
Alone
Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless
I scream aloud “Dear God I am helpless!”
But there are none to hear my desperate cries
But the stones
Ponder this peaceful benediction
While all that surrounds me
Is benign
It seems I’ve lost my inspiration
My last artistic motivation
The only thing, I have enough of,
Is time
I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow
Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night
My soul will be at peace and Ill go on
Its bitter cold and I am hurting
It’s been a long road that’s for certain
Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain
Alone
Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless
I scream aloud “Dear God I am helpless!”
But there are none to hear my desperate cries
But the stones
Road Down
Ninety miles an hour, down this interstate
Driving on my last twenty dollars of gas
Got everything I own inside this Chevrolet
Going nowhere and that needle’s dropping fast
That woman broke my heart in St. Louis
Shot ‘em both and drove into the west after the sun
I’m chasing down my soul on my way to hell
Engine’s burning oil and I’ve got nowhere to run
As the daylight turns to dusk and that road keeps going further
Yeah my guilt comes washing over me
And with every breath I take you know those demons that I chase
Go ever free
And so I , buckle down and keep that engine whining
Running headlong to escape my destiny
There’s no going back my candles burning at both ends
On that old road down
Its midnight and I’m just outside of Santa Fe
Flat tire and my conscience finally got me off the road
I drop down to my knees and I start to pray
Don’t know if you’re up there but I’ve got a heavy load
At long last yeah, the devil has caught up with me
Whispers in my ear, with every mile you’re bound for hell
I’m asking you now Lord for deliverance
Take me from perdition, yeah with you to dwell
But the only sounds I hear are from the coyotes on the hillside
Yeah, their voices make a mournful harmony
Now I know that He is listening guess he don’t want to take a chance
On the likes of me
If I could somehow beckon to the grace of God
Prove that I am truly repentant
I tell myself there must be something I could try
I do not run in vain
My life is not worthless
Driving on my last twenty dollars of gas
Got everything I own inside this Chevrolet
Going nowhere and that needle’s dropping fast
That woman broke my heart in St. Louis
Shot ‘em both and drove into the west after the sun
I’m chasing down my soul on my way to hell
Engine’s burning oil and I’ve got nowhere to run
As the daylight turns to dusk and that road keeps going further
Yeah my guilt comes washing over me
And with every breath I take you know those demons that I chase
Go ever free
And so I , buckle down and keep that engine whining
Running headlong to escape my destiny
There’s no going back my candles burning at both ends
On that old road down
Its midnight and I’m just outside of Santa Fe
Flat tire and my conscience finally got me off the road
I drop down to my knees and I start to pray
Don’t know if you’re up there but I’ve got a heavy load
At long last yeah, the devil has caught up with me
Whispers in my ear, with every mile you’re bound for hell
I’m asking you now Lord for deliverance
Take me from perdition, yeah with you to dwell
But the only sounds I hear are from the coyotes on the hillside
Yeah, their voices make a mournful harmony
Now I know that He is listening guess he don’t want to take a chance
On the likes of me
If I could somehow beckon to the grace of God
Prove that I am truly repentant
I tell myself there must be something I could try
I do not run in vain
My life is not worthless
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)