Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin’ to my alter say life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Dreams like this must die
And a dream like this must die
Dream like this must …
Category Archives: songs
my angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride
wake me when the day breaks
show me how the sun shines
tell me about your heartaches
who could be so unkind?
do you dream to touch me?
smile down deep inside
or could you just kill me?
hey, it’s hard to make up your mind sometimes
my angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride
my angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride
are you wanting inspiration?
you spill your secrets on me
then you tell me with a whisper
of things that will never be
do you hear me breathing?
does it make you want to scream?
did you ever like a bad dream?
sometimes life is obscene
nature is a whore
he’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
and he likes to sing along
and he likes to shoot his gun
but he knows not what it means
knows not what it means and I say aahh
You turn me on …
[heard it flipping through radio stations, haven’t heard it it years. great live performance vid, now am thirsty for a Heine, lol.]
no time left now for shame, horizon behind me no more pain
and on a good day, well I know it ain’t everyday, we can part the sea
goodbye goodbye goodbye bad – hello hello heaven
I can feel no sense of measure
no illusions as we take
refuge in young man’s pleasure
breaking down the dreams we make real
goodbye goodbye goodbye bad
leave it
hello hello heaven
The VCR and the DVD there was a none of that crap back in 1970
We didn’t know about a World Wide Web
Was a whole different game being played back when I was a kid
Wanna get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walkin’ in style with a portable CD player
No, you would listen to the music on the AM radio
Yeah, you could hear the music on a AM radio
I’d be in bed with the radio on
I would listen to it all night long
Just to hear my favorite song
You’d have to wait but you could hear it on the AM radio
Yeah, you could hear the music on a AM radio
I can still hear Mama say, “Boy turn the radio down”
that’s the thing about living, when you get there you’re seldom forgiven
new suit, and a new tie, a real nice service for me when I die
there’s a magic running through your soul
but you can’t have it all
walk away if you want to it’s ok if you need to
you can run but you can never hide
from the shadow that’s creeping up beside you
what ever you do I’ll be two steps behind you
where ever you go and I’ll be there to remind you
that it only takes a minute of your precious time
to turn around I’ll be two steps behind
so take the time to think about it
walk the line you know you just can’t fight it
take a look around you see what you can find
like the fire that’s burning up inside me
I just saw Halley’s Comet
my eyes are open wide by the way I made it through the day
I watched the world outside by the way I’m leaving out today
I’m not angry I’m just saying sometimes goodbye is a second chance
to make them realize this is my life … here is my chance this is my chance
please don’t cry one tear for me I’m not afraid of what I have to say
this is my one and only voice so listen close it’s only for today
and that’s where it was, in all its glory, my thousand quid
he had to unscrew about fifteen screws
before he could pull the panel off the back
to get in the fecking thing
crow on the down low
… keeping my boasting/bragging (albeit well deserved to a minimum) since I hardly heard a peep outta y’all first time ’round mentioning my accomplishments … one of my greatest blogposts ever BTW (should keep re-blogging the shit outta that one … it was THAT fucking good, lol). Seemed to have a bit more success three months later while keeping it short and simple when greatness struck once again. And now it’s my ninehunny … 3 1/2 years of danistrulytheman WordPressing it … March 17 – St. Paddy’s Day to be precise; as if I ever need a legitimate reason to lift a pint of Guinness, lol. Drop comments/likes if you want … if you don’t, then don’t … it don’t matter to me motherfuckers … NEVER will I be Shot Down In Flames again … ain’t it a shame …
there’s something good waitin’ down this road
… I’m picking up whatever is mine
yeah runnin’ down a dream that never would come to me
woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo
woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo
woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo
woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo woohoo …
my jeans felt a bit tight, I think I washed them too high
I was gonna be late, so I picked up my pace to run
the end of the something I did not want to end, beginning of hard times to come
but something that was not meant to be is done, and this is the start of what was
Mama
now I can’t keep you Mama but I know you’re always there
you listen you teach me Mama and I know inside you care
so get down down here beside me oh you ain’t going nowhere
no I won’t hurt you Mama but it’s getting so hard
now I can’t see you Mama but I know you’re always there
you taunt you tease me Mama but I never never never can keep away
it’s the heat and the steam of the city oh got me running and I just can’t brake
so stay don’t leave me Mama ’cause it’s getting so hard oh don’t go no no don’t go
you taunt you tease me Mama but I never never never can keep away
it’s the heat and the steam of the city oh got me running and I just can’t brake
so stay don’t leave me Mama ’cause it’s getting so hard oh don’t go no no don’t go
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
I walk streets of Japan till I get lost
With a graveyard tan and carrying a cross
I like studying faces in a parking lot
I like driving backwards in the fog
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
I like gospel music and canned applause
I like colorful clothing in the sun
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan and carrying a cross
I like studying faces in a parking lot
I like driving backwards in the fog
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
I like gospel music and canned applause
I like colorful clothing in the sun
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything
What if I say I will never surrender?
I’m the voice inside your head you refuse to hear
I’m the face that you have to face mirrored in your stare
I’m what’s left I’m what’s right I’m the enemy
I’m the hand that will take you down bring you to your knees
So who are you? Yeah who are you?
Yeah who are you? Yeah who are you?
Keep you in the dark you know they all pretend
par four motherfucker whatcha gonna do?
with my bottle of Jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I never went back
please God please I’ll pay any cost
if you’d just stop the world ’cause I wanna get off
there’s too much hardship there’s too much pain
there’s too many motherfuckers tryin’ to get in my brain
now I’ve been walkin’ the Earth since the beginning of time
and won’t leave till I’ve received that seventh sign
all this talk they’re gonna drop the bomb
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world’s end don’t worry me
and I’m gonna get where I’m going just don’t hurry me
’cause I’m in no rush and I can’t stand rushin’
everything’s slow motion like I’m trippin’ on tussin
I’ll save myself you save the fucking rainforest
the messiah is my sister ain’t no king man she’s my queen
love spreads her arms waits there for the nails
I forgive you boy I will prevail
too much to take some cross to bear
let me put you in the picture
let me show you what I mean
I have a dream I’ve seen the light
don’t put it out says she’s alright
yeah she’s my sister
Dear Prudence
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won’t you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence, won’t you let me see you smile?
danistrulytheman 