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This just reminds me of Pompey fans going to a game.
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die...How Soon Is Now
And that will be my last mention of our lowly neighbours as I don't want to upset their sensibilities.
You're reachin' out,
And no one hears your cry.
You're freakin' out again
'Cause all your fears remind you.
Another dream has come undone.
You feel so small and lost
Like you're the only one.
You wanna scream,
'Cause you're desperate.
You want somebody, just anybody
To lay their hands on your soul tonight.
You want a reason to keep believin'
That some day you're gonna see the light...
You're in the dark;
There's no one left to call.
And sleep's you're only friend,
But even sleep can't hide you
From all those tears and all the pain
And all the days you wasted pushin' them away.
It's your life; it's time you face it.
You want somebody, just anybody
To lay their hands on your soul tonight.
You want a reason to keep believin'
That some day you're gonna see the light...
'Cause you're desperate, desperate.
'Cause you're desperate now...
You know the things have gotta change.
You can't go back, you find a way.
And day by day, you start to come alive.
You want
Look at the Lawman beating up the wrong guy,
Oh man wonder if he,ll ever know,
he,s in the best selling Showowow
is there life on Marsars
Well of course there is, i,ve been trying to tell you guys for yonks, were all doomed i tell ya ! ;D
Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah
I see it so I take it freely
And all the bad piss ugly things I feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me
Kinky Afroo, Happy Mondays - view external link
You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I’m hurt
And if I start a commotion
I run the risk of losing you
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A police car and a screamin' siren
Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete
A baby wailing, a stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking
That's entertainment
That's entertainment
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth
Paint-splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls
I say that's entertainment
That's entertainment
La la la la la, ah
La la la la la, ah
Days of speed and slow-time Mondays
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat with damp on the walls
I say that's entertainment
That's entertainment
La la la la la
La la la la la
Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays
That's entertainment
That's entertainment
La la la la la, ah
La la la la la, ah
La la la la la, ah
La la l
Then one day you find, ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
Pink Floyd
And whatever youd promised, whatever youve done,
And whatever the station in life youve become.
In the of the Father, in the of the Son,
And whatever the weave of this life that youve spun,
On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun,
When the last ship sails
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Heard this about a year ago ... - view external link
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
You're tired of livin' in your one-horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For a while
So you go to the village in your tie-dye jeans
And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens
It's like some ****ographic magazine
And you smile
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push and you'll be smilin'
Your sister's gone out. She's on a date
And you just sit at home and masturbate
Your phone is gonna ring soon but you just can't wait
For that call
So you stand on the corner in your New English clothes
And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes
Ahh, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose
After all
Billy Joel (lyrical Poet) Captain Jack
There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl
And he's always at home with his back to the wall
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And likes to be known as the angry young man
Give a moment or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
He's been stabbed in the back he's been misunderstood
It's a comfort to know his intentions are good
And he sits in his room with a lock on the door
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor
And he likes to be known as the angry young man
I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too
I had my pointless point of view
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right
And there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his he