Spoken:
I need time, (time)
Love.
Joy
(Joy)
I need space
(Love)
I need me
(Action)

Say hello to the girl that I am
You're gonna have to see through my perspective.
I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am.
And I don't wanna be so damn protected.

There must be another way.
Cause I believe in taking chances.
But who am I to say what a girl is to do?
God need some answers.

What am I to do with my life?
(You will find it out don't worry.)
How am I supposed to know what's right?
(You just gotta do it your way.)
I can't help the way I feel.
But my life has been so overprotected.

I tell them what I like,
what I want
and what I don't...
but everytime I do
I stand corrected. (Corrected...)
Things that I've been told;
I can't believe what I hear about the world.
I realize I'm o-o-verprotected

There must be another way.
Cause I believe in taking chances.
But who am I to say what a girl is to do?
God I need some answers.

What am I to do with my life?
(You will find it out don't worry.)
How am I supposed to know what's right?
(You just gotta do it your way.)
I can't help the way I feel (Help the way I feel)
But my life has been so o-verprotected.

I need time
Love
I need space (this is it this is it)

I don't need nobody telling me just what I wanna
What I want what what I'm gonna (I need)
do about my destiny.
I say (no no)
nobody's tellin me just what i wanna (do do)
I'm so fed up with people telling me to be
someone else but me.

(action)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

What am I to do with my life?
(You will find it out don't worry.)
How am I supposed to know what's right?
(You just gotta do it your way.)
I can't help the way I feel.
But my life has been so overprotected.

I don't need nobody telling me just what i wanna
What i want, what what I'm gonna
Do about my destiny
I say
nobody's tellin me just what i wanna do
I'm so fed up with people telling me to be
someone else but me.

What am I to do with my life?
(You'll find it out don't worry...)
How am I supposed to know what's right?
(You just gotta do it your way.)
I can't help the way I feel.
But my life has been so o-verprotected.
But my life has energy so o-verprotected.
Bye,like you know,like you shouldn`t been there overprotected...

What the people who worked at the YMCA were basically telling us when we moved there, and what I also found to be true:


Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy.

Young man, there's a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you're short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you've got to know this one thing!

No man does it all by himself.
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,
And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A.
I'm sure they can help you today.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so jive ...

That's when someone came up to me,
And said, young man, take a walk up the street.
It's a place there called the Y.M.C.A.
They can start you back on your way.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

YMCA
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A
Young man, young man there's no need to feel down
Young man, young man pick yourself off the ground

Y-M-C-A
then just go to the Y-M-C-A
young man, young man I was once in your shoes
young man, young man I said, I was down and out with the blues.
Y-M-C-A.

I feel like this song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBfxl_T6ldg

Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames
After all the things you say
You hate me for being this way

Still you won't let go of old ideals
There is no headline to read at night
When the record skips and you're not holding the needle

We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames

Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x2]
I think it's going to rain
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x3]
I think it's going to rain

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves

We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames

The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message
Discard this message
Discard this message
(Burn this city down, down...)

Discard this message
Throw this bottle back in the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain (it's going to rain)
And it never ends

Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x2]
I think it's going to rain
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x3]
I think it's going to rain

(We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
We saw Paris in Flames)

He's dead drunk asleep on the side of the road
(No one sees him)
Or passed out on pills in a stranger's room
(She don't know him)
Don't tell his sweetheart he's not coming home

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my blood!

Yeah, my brother's eyes are the same color as mine
Nobody knows if I see it when he says

"Brother look at the shape I'm in, you've got to help me out"
Or when he says
"There's still time left to make amends
You're in my trust, you're in my blood
I just need a friend."

And, "I need fifty bucks to pay off some old debts
(You can spare it)"
Or, "Cover for me while I sort out some ***
(Just this one time)"
He lies
When he opens his mouth the truth never comes out
But I believe it all when my brother says

"Oh have you seen the shape I'm in
It's all because of you."
And he says, "Don't even try to make amends
You're in my thoughts, you're in my blood
Even in my dreams."

He sleeps through the night
Everything is alright
And his teeth are all white
And his face fits the type
Everything he says is true
His girlfriend, she loves him too

But his head starts to hurt and his tie isn't straight
He goes to work early and gets home so late
Lies down in his room
(Go to bed she'll be home soon)
But he wakes with a start and she isn't in bed
So he flies down the stairs past that guy from that band
(Was he wearing her perfume?)

It's all because of you when the mirror says
"Just look at the shape that you're in
I offer you no forgiveness, not even in my dreams"
And the mirror says
"It's far too late to make amends
You've got nowhere left to run."

When the mirror breaks I know which side you're on
I know which side you're on
I know which side you're on

(I know which side you're on)
He sleeps through the night
Everything is alright
And your teeth are all white
And your face fits the type
Everything,everything, everything
Everything you say is true
Nothing is real
Am I?
Am I?
Am I on the same side?

:*( thingy


http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xsk5s_j...byes_music

"Carrie" from Carrie the Musical describes my lifein Kindergarten through 7th grade perfectly.

Doesn't anybody ever get it right? Carrie!
Why don't they remember that I'm Carrie White?  Carrie!
Is it any harder to say than "goddamn toad" and "crazy" and "wierdo" and "dumb ***" and
Doesn't anybody think that I can hear? I hear!
'Specially when I've got 'em screaming in my ear!  I hear!
When did everybody decide I'm the one who's the flop?
If I had a wish, God, I wish they'd stop!
I wish they'd stop
Oh, how I wish they'd stop

I will not cry, I'm okay
I've tried so hard to play their way
Why do they find it so hard to say "Carrie"?
Why do they always treat me so bad?
They all know my name, it's Carrie
I don't know why they all get so mad
It's always the same

What's going on deep in me?
There's someone new where I used to be
One of these days, they're gonna see Carrie!

Sometimes their hatred is out of control!
God, how they hurt me!
Mama says suffering is good for the soul,
But they hurt me, they hurt me!
And if I could, I'd bring them all down to their knees
I'd make them sorry forever for teasing Carrie! Carrie!
Carrie

I wish I was blessed with someone
Who's not like the rest
I'd close my eyes and suddenly he'd be there
Handsome and wise
And prob'ly a prince who could dance on air
And he'd ask me out every night
I'd say "alright."
After a while, he'd ask me to wear his ring
Mama would smile, and give us her blessing for everything
And the world would see this is love
And then everyone would be jealous of Carrie!

Then all those people who scream night and day
"Poor praying Carrie"
They'd see me with him, and they might even say
"Look, it's Carrie.  It's Carrie!"
And finally,
I'd hear that word, sounding so sweet
Thousands of voices forever repeating
"Carrie!  Carrie!"

Carrie!  I am the sound of distant thunder, the color of flame
I'm Carrie!  I am a song of endless wonder that no one will claim!
But someday, oh my, someday
Someone will know my name!

I love that. You know, my best friends have successively been special interests. Sis. J., Sis. P., Sis. L., have all been really strong interests, and very, very great energy sources.

Aside from that....

Well, technically it isn't quite perfect. The metaphors for romantic love are mistakes...

Ghost Love Score- Tuomas Holopainen

We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day

- My fall will be for you -
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I`ll bleed forever

Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory

Chorus
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I will bleed forever

Into the blue memory

A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be

The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love n` loss

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

Take me
Cure me
Kill me
Bring me home
Every way
Every day
Just another loop in the hangman`s noose

Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep

Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast

Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I`ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I`ll bleed forever

Mountain ranges
Mourning red bay at the bridges
Stab up at the coming blue horizon
Grey slides loosely off rooftops
Lands on the Incan desert ground and dies
A flock of little men touch down on the surface of the porchlight
Bronze fist soldiers return
To watch the twilight across the faces
Skylights ignite and explode
Scattering shards of april around the room
No one even lives here
We're too busy crashing our cars every morning at the same house
Paving the same roads
Unwilling to walk them
And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be included
In a world that's standing still
And so often we don't struggle to improve conditions
We struggle for the right to say "we improve conditions"
And so often we form communities
Only to use them as exclusionary devices
And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself with grief
And somewhere people are calling for teachers
And no one's answering
Somwhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose on the door
And somewhere these people are keeping records
And writing a book
For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw
Or "The Book About the Letter "N"
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing
The sounds of a vanishing alphabet
Standing here waiting

Title: R.E.M. - Bad Day lyrics

A public service announcement followed me home the other day.
I paid it nevermind. Go Away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.
We're sick of being jerked around.
Wear that on your sleeve.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.

Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.
Well,look behind the eyes.
It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized
"save my own ***, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The Papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh, Not one more.

It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.

We're dug in deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.

The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lower fear
Ugh, this means war.

It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.

It's been a bad day...

It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car.
It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind.

Forget tomorrow side with the open road.
Pulled apart for you.
In the window unlocked and left open.
For the rising sun taking you back home.

If we never meet again it would be too soon.
I'm glad I ran from you and now my life's a mess.
And I'll have to admit that I have made a mistake.
And every path that I take has lead me right back to here.
And I never should have left.

It's just the second chance that I dreamt of.
When you took me into your lives.
But there's a peak we have to climb over
so get a running start.

Sitting here.
Waiting a year.
Hoping for something to change your mind and in this time I'll see that this is all we have.
Before I leave I'm opening that door in my house.
To face the ones I've left behind.
Portrait of a man who stayed.
His face is folded up and grayed.
But there's something in his eyes that tells me this is the life for me.

My song?  "Don't worry; be happy!"
Things won't change because I'm worrying about them, so I enjoy what I've got and am very happy with it!
Alison

This song describes my relationships with women for the first 36 years of my life.

For the Aussies this is John Swan (Swannee), who is Jimmy Barnes's brother.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yzwc0tv-gXU

1982 - I can't believe how old I am.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KH0NpeYZsk

Wait, have I posted in this thread already? Oh, who cares...

Pour shame all over us
Harden into a crust
- - - cement - - -
Forget the glamor and
Mumble a jackhammer
- - - under your breath - - -
Hide your face in the curtains
Better unsaid, so close
And it rolls off the tongue
ALMOST
The world expects the pose
Perfectly natural
- - - loosen up - - -
Smearing wet concrete
And swearing you'll never be
- - - caught - - -
At your weakest, etched in stone
And we're frozen here, peeking
ALMOST
sweet talk
CAFFEINE
Make contact
Up to my neck
I confess in quicksand
"But it's so easy for you"
"There's always one thing"
"Do you have something to tell me?"
"Say something"
"Anything"
I'm warning you
I'm warning you
I'm **** you
I'm warning you
"Relax"
"It's just a phase"
"You'll grow out of it"
Believe anything anyone ever tells you
It's not funny anymore
It's the thing you hate the most
The thing you hate the most
The thing you hate ALMOST

(Faith No More - Caffeine)