"The Lady of Shalott"

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by

To many-towered Camelot;

And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,

The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes disk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the beared barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,

Down to tower'd Camelot;

And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listing, whispers "'tis the fairy

The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near

Winding down to Camelot;

And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,

The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and with lights

And music, went to Camelot;

Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadow," she said,

The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves,

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

And from the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried

The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining

Over tower'd Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round the prow she wrote

The Lady of Shalott.

Down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance

She looked to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and shown she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,

The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted slowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,

Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.

For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,

Silent into Camelot.

And out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
They crossed themselves for fear,

The Knights at Camelot;

But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "she has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,

The Lady of Shalott

But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,

The Lady of Shalott.

~Tennyson, as sung by Loreena McKennitt

"I'll Follow You Into the Dark"

Love of mine
Someday you will die

But I'll be close behind

I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding lights
Or tunnels to gates of white

Just our hands clasped so tight

Waiting for the hint of a spark


If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

And illuminate the NOs
On their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you

When your soul embarks,

Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school,

as vicious as Roman rule,

I got my knuckles bruised

By a lady in black

And I held my tongue

As she told me "Son,

Fear is the heart of love"

So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

And illuminate the NOs
On their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you

When your soul embarks,

Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me
Have seen everything to see

From Bangkok to Calgary

And the soles of your shoes


Are all worn down

The time for sleep is now

It's nothing to cry about

'Cause we'll hold each other soon

The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

And illuminate the NOs
On their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you

When your soul embarks,

Then I'll follow you into the dark

I'll follow you into the dark


~Death Cab for Cutie

"The Highwayman"

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs
ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did
not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

~ Alfred Noyes

"Someone You're With"

I reside in 209, you're in 208
You moved in last Friday night,
And I just couldn't wait
So I tried to call across the hall,
To ask you out someday
But a line had formed outside your door,
And I was way too late

Well I'd rather start off slow
This whole thing's like
some sort of race
Instead of winning what I want
I'm sitting here in second place

Because somewhere
The one I wanna be with's
With somebody else
I wanna be that
Someone that you're with
I wanna be that someone
That you're with

And I can talk about it all day long
'Til I run out of breath
But I still wanna be that
Someone that you're with
I've got to be that
Someone that you're with

And I'm pacing by the phone
'Cause I hate to be alone
And if you're out there with him
Somewhere and just about to kiss
I wanna be that
Someone that you're with

Well I hear your favorite songs
You sing along with everyday
And I borrow things that
I don't need for conversation sake

Last night I heard your key
Hit your lock at 4 AM
Instead of being out with me
You must be out with them

Because somewhere the one
I wanna be with's
With somebody else
I wanna be that
Someone that you're with
I wanna be that
Someone that you're with

And I can talk about it all day long
'Til I run out of breath
But I still wanna be that
Someone that you're with
I've got to be that
Someone that you're with

And I'm pacing by the phone
'Cause I hate to be alone
And if you're out there with him
Somewhere and just about to kiss
I wanna be that
Someone that you're with

Well somewhere the one
I wanna be with's
With somebody else
I wanna be that
Someone that you're with

And I can talk about it all day long
'til I run out of breath
But I still wanna be that
Someone that you're with
I've got to be that
Someone that you're with

And I'm pacing by the phone
'Cause I hate to be alone
And if you're out there with him
Somewhere and just about to kiss
I've got to be that
Someone that
I wanna be that someone that
I've got to be that
Someone that you're with

~Nickelback

"Title and Registration"

The glove compartment is inaccurately named
And everybody knows it.
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change.

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.

I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget

And that's how this idea was drilled into my head
'Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When I'm lying awake at night.

~Death Cab for Cutie

"It's All the Same"

I don't mind where you come from

As long as you come to me

But I don't like illusions

I can't see

Them clearly

I don't care, no I wouldn't dare

To fix the twist in you

You've shown me eventually what you'll do

I don't mind

I don't care

As long as you're here

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again

You'll just come back running

Holding your scarred heart in hand

It's all the same

And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by

'Til you decide to come

But in-between it always seems too long

Suddenly

But I have the skill, yeah

I have the will to breath you in while I can

However long you stay is all that I am

I don't mind, I don't care

As long as you're here

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again

You'll just come back running

Holding your scarred heart in hand

It's all the same

And I'll take you for who you are

If you take me for everything

And do it all over again

It's always the same

Wrong or Right

Black or White

If I close my eyes

It's all the same

In my life

The compromise

I'll close my eyes

It's all the same

Go ahead say it

You're leaving

You'll just come back running

Holding your scarred heart in hand

It's all the same

And I'll take you for who you are now

If you take me for everything

Do it all over again

It's all the same

~Sick Puppies

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"Standing Stones"

In one of these lonely Orkney Isles
There dwelled a maiden fair.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue
She had yellow curling hair.
Which caught the eye and then the heart
Of one who could never be
A lover of so true a maid
Or fair a form as she.

Across the lake in Sandwick
Dwelled a youth she held most true,
And ever since her infancy
He had watched those eyes so blue.
The land runs out into the sea -
It's a narrow neck of land -
Where weird and grim the Standing Stones
In a circle where they stand.

One bonny moonlight Christmas Eve
They met at that sad place
With her heart in glee and the beams of love
Were shining on her face.
When her lover came and he grasped her hand
What loving words they said.
They talked of future's happy days
As through the stones they strayed.

They walked toward the lovers' stone
And through it passed their hands.
They plighted there a constant troth
Sealed by love's steadfast bands.
He kissed his maid and then he watched her
That lonely bridge go o'er.
For little, little did he think
He wouldn't see his darling more.

Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
Gazing out to sea
Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
Bring my love to me.

He turned his face toward his home
That home he did never see.
And you shall have the story
As it was told to me.
When a form upon him sprang
With a dagger gleaming bright,
It pierced his heart and dying screams
Disturbed the silent night.

This maid had nearly reached her home
When she was startled by a cry.
She turned to look around her
And her love was standing by,
His hand was pointing to the stars
His eyes glazed at the light,
And with a smiling countenance
He vanished from her sight.
She quickly turned and home she ran
Not a word of this was said,
For well she knew at seeing his form
That her faithful love was dead.
And from that day she pined away,
Not a smile seen on her face.
With outstretched arms she went to meet him
In a brighter place.

Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
Gazing out to sea
Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles
Bring my love to me.

~Loreena McKennitt

"Fair"

Hey, are you lonely?
Has summer gone so slowly?
We found the ground
And that damage was done
It's cold as you fade into the sun
Where'd you go? To me.

But you're alive!
Well, it's only
Fallen frames, they told me
You stand out, it's so loud
And so what if it is?
It's cold as you face into the wind
Where to go?
(Tonight a sun shall see its light)

So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work
Is rated again
Where to go?

And you were somehow
The rain this thing could allow
I tried
But it's all wrong
You're so strong
And this life and work
And choice took far too long
Where to go?
(Tonight a sun shall see its light)

So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work(worth)
Is rated again

And I was sure you'd follow through
The world was turned to blue(so fair)
When you'd hide your songs would die
So I'd hide yours with mine
All my words were bound to fail
But I know you won't fail

See, I can tell...

~Remy Zero

"Someday You Will Be Loved"

I once knew a girl

In the years of my youth

With eyes like the summer

All beauty and truth

In the morning I fled

Left a note and it read:

"Someday you will be loved."

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret

Cause each broken heart will eventually mend

As the blood runs red down the needle and thread

Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved

Like you never have known

The memories of me

Will seem more like bad dreams

Just a series of blurs

Like I never occurred

Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep

And everytime tears roll down your cheeks

But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet

Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved

Like you never have known

The memories of me

Will seem more like bad dreams

Just a series of blurs

Like I never occurred

Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved

Like you never have known

The memories of me

Will seem more like bad dreams

Just a series of blurs

Like I never occurred

Someday you will be loved

Someday you will be loved

~Death Cab for Cutie

Testing the Waters

I am going to make an honest attempt at posting regularly on this blog and actually writing down my thoughts and experiences instead of just posting song lyrics. Although, I do have a good reason to post these lyrics. It gives you an insight as to what mood I'm in that day, what song I've got running through my head, or just something that catches my fancy. But either way, I'm going to try to be more faithful about posting.

So today I've got a doctor's appointment after work, which really doesn't excite me at all. I hate doctors and hospitals both. It's nothing personal- I fully understand and appreciate the work that they do; it's just I'd rather they not do it on me. Hospitals are the worst, I think. They smell awful- like disinfectant and puree foods, either of which are enough to make my stomach decide to turn sides against me. Plus, you go there to visit people who are ill, so much so that they cannot take care of themselves at home. Or because you are that ill. That's not a cheering thought. It is singularly depressing, at least to me. I hate being sick. That feeling of inadequacy, of being unable to do things yourself, just not feeling well- not so much goodness there. And doctors- poking you, asking questions, trying to figure out what's wrong with you when all you want is for there to be nothing wrong with you. To me, it's just plain traumatizing! And there's always a ridiculously long wait no matter how early you show up for your appointment or how quickly you get your paperwork done. I mean, if any other place of business kept their customers waiting that long, they wouldn't have any customers! I understand that sometimes unexpected circumstances arise, but I would think that scheduling would try to accommodate this a little bit. It's the same at the dentist, although I don't mind that so much. But anyway, I'm not looking forward to my appointment.

This office is so cold that when I use the mouse for more than just a few seconds at a time, my fingers start to go numb. Outside on the floor, it's warm and kind of muggy, but here it's freezing. I'd much rather be cold than hot, but when it gets to the point where I'm tempted to bring a blanket to work, you know it's bad. But recently, I've gotten smarter and started bringing in a sweater/sweatshirt to wear up here. Brilliant, isn't I? So pretty much the only thing that keeps me awake and alert this early in the morning is playing with this blog. So if I'm going along on the heat treat oven or A101-50 kanban and start getting really sleepy, I come here to play! I liked working on the floor so much better than being stuck up here doing data entry. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with those kinds of jobs, but they're just really not my thing and I've been working up here for probably three weeks straight now. I'm gonna go crazy soon! I live about 45 minutes from here, which means that in order to make it to work for 7 AM, I've got to get up at 5 in the morning. Yuck. The last few nights have been pretty rough for me- I've been getting to bed later than I should and then having problems falling asleep. Which means I have problems getting up in the morning and then problems staying awake at this blasted computer. So lately, I've been drinking an Amp every morning and that's pretty much the only thing I can credit for not falling asleep at my desk. But I don't like doing this because I was going to cut down on my sugar intake, caffeine intake, and just stop drinking soda. This sorta puts a hold on that one!

Anyone who happens across this and feels like leaving a comment or anything, please feel free. I don't know that anyone will really read this- there are so many different blogs out there that are so much more interesting and creative than mine. But once I get the hang of this, I'll see what I can do to make it a little more enticing. Well, I guess there really isn't much more to say right now, so until I've got something interesting or whatever, I guess my work here is done! Later days all!

*The photo is from my freshmen year at university when my roommate and I decided to rebel from studying and enjoy the snow a bit. He was created in tribute to the Calvin & Hobbes cartoons and his name is Howard.*

"Lullaby"

O for a voice like thunder,
And a tongue to drown the throat of war!
When the senses are shaken,
and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand?

When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages,
who can stand?

When the whirlwind of fury
comes from theThrone of God,
when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together,
who can stand?

When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain.
Oh, who can stand?

Oh, who hath caused this?
Oh, who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

~Loreena McKennitt

"We Can Work It Out"

Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone

We can work it out
We can work it out

Think of what you're saying
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright
Think of what I'm saying
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night

We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long

We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long

We can work it out
We can work it out

~The Beatles

"On Your Wings"

God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground
God, there’s a hangman that wants to come around

How we rise when we’re born
Like the ravens in the corn
On their wings, on our knees
Crawling careless from the sea

God, give us love in the time that we have
God, there are guns growing out of our bones
God, every road takes us farther from home

All these men that you made
How we wither in the shade
Of your trees, on your wings
We are carried to the sea

God, give us love in the time that we have

~Iron and Wine

"Where Soul Meets Body"

I want to live where soul meets body

And let the sun wrap its arms around me

And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing

And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station

Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations

So they may have a chance of finding a place

Where they’re far more suited than here

I cannot guess what we'll discover

We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels

But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s

And not one speck will remain

I do believe it’s true

That there are roads left in both of our shoes

If the silence takes you

Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I hold you near

Cause you’re the only song I want to hear

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body

I do believe it’s true

That there are roads left in both of our shoes

If the silence takes you

Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I hold you near

Cause you’re the only song I want to hear

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere


~Death Cab for Cutie

"Nothing Better"

Will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

That you're deserting

For better company?

I can't accept that it's over...

I will block the door like a goalie tending the net

In the third quarter

Of a tied-game rivalry

So just say how to make it right

And I swear I'll do my best to comply

Tell me, am I right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?

I feel I must interject here
You're getting carried away,
Feeling sorry for yourself

With these revisions and gaps in history

So let me help you remember.

I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.

I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave

So please back away and let me go

I can't my darling, I love you so...

Oh, oh

Tell me, am I right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?

Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

I know that I have made mistakes
And I swear I'll never wrong you again

You've got a lure I can't deny,

But you've had your chance so say goodbye,

Say goodbye


~The Postal Service

"You're My Flame"

You take a stroll into the morning sun
You make a Happy Meal a portion for one
You steal the wallet of a man with a gun
You make it seem like a whole lot of fun
Yeah, you do

You're making shapes with your hands on a wall
You're drawing them now while you're taking a call
You wouldn't care if you had nothing at all
Instead of chasing the dream,You're just chasing a ball
Yeah, you are

You're just dodging all the friendly fire
You're never dressed in the right attire
You miss the start of every game
You're my flame

You make hay when the sun don't shine
You don't need a dollar, you don't need a dime
You burn at both ends and still you're fine
You're my flame

Teach me to haggle
I'll teach you to swim
Get right back on the saddle
Push me on a swing

Take me to Rio
I'll take you to Berlin
I'll give you some yarn
And you'll give it some spin
Yes, you will

Now you're sitting shirtless in an old tree
You've tied our legs, and so now we have three
You dip your toes into the ice cold sea
I see your reflection, your reflection is me
Yes, I am

You're just dodging all the friendly fire
You're never dressed in the right attire
You miss the start of every game
You're my flame

You make hay when the sun don't shine
You don't need a dollar, you don't need a dime
You burn at both ends yet still you're fine
You're my flame

~Zero 7

"Dante's Prayer"

When the dark wood fell before me

And all the paths were overgrown

When the priests of pride say there is no other way

I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see

Though you came to me in the night

When the dawn seemed forever lost

You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me

By the deep well of desire

From the fountain of forgiveness

Beyond the ice and the fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone

How fragile is the heart

Oh give these clay feet wings to fly

To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart

Lift this mortal veil of fear

Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears

We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Please remember me

Please remember me...

~Loreena McKennitt

"Work"

If you only once would let me

Only just one time

Then be happy with the consequence

With whatever's gonna happen tonight

Don't think we're not serious

When's it ever not

The love we make is give and it's take

I'm game to play along

All I can say

I shouldn't say

Can we take a ride?

Get out of this place

While we still have time

All the best DJs are saving

Their slowest song for last

When the dance is through

It's me and you

Come on, would it really be so bad?

The things we think might be the same

But I won't fight for more

It's just not me to wear it on my sleeve

Count on that for sure

All I can say
I shouldn't say

Can we take a ride?

Get out of this place

While we still have time

You want to take a ride?

Get out of this place

While we still have time

Yeah - We still have time

Can't say I was never wrong

But some blame rests on you

Work and play- they're never okay

To mix the way we do

All I can say

I shouldn't say

Can we take a ride?

Get out of this place

While we still have time

You want to take a ride?

Get out of this place

While we still have time

We still have time

~Jimmy Eat World

"Don't Panic"

Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.

We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do.
We live in a beautiful world.
Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.

We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do.
We live in a beautiful world.

Oh, all that I know,
There's nothing here to run from,
And there, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.

~Coldplay

"My Sundown"

I see it around me,

I see it in everything.

I could be so much more than this.

I said my goodbyes

This is my sundown.

I'm gonna be so much more than this.

With one hand high,

You'll show them your progress.

You'll take your time,

But no one cares.

No one cares.

I need you to show me

The way from crazy.

I wanna be so much more than this.

With one hand high,

You'll show them your progress.

You'll take your time,

But no one cares.

With one hand high,

You'll show them your progress.

You'll take your time,

But no one cares.

No one cares.

I could be so much more than this.

No one cares.

I wanna be so much more than this.

No one cares.

I could be so much more than this.

No one cares.

I wanna be so much more than this.

No one cares.

I wanna be so much more than this.

No one cares.

I wanna be so much more than this.

Good goodbye lovely time.

Good goodbye tin sunshine.

Good goodbye I'll be fine.

Good goodbye, good goodnight.

~Jimmy Eat World