NiN
all I do I can still feel you numb all through I can still feel you hear your call underneath it all kill my brain yet you still remain crucified after all I've died after all I've tried you are still inside all I do I can still feel you you remain I am stained
faith no more
Back and forth, I sway with the wind Resolution slips away again Right through my fingers, back into my heart Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark Sometimes I think I'm blind Or I may be just paralyzed Because the plot thickens every day And the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin' away But I know, there's a picture beneath Indecision clouds my vision No one listens... Because I'm somewhere in between My love and my agony You see, I'm somewhere in between My life is falling to pieces Somebody put me together Layin' face down on the ground My fingers in my ears to block the sound My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight Anticipating the end, losing the will to fight Droplets of "yes" and "no" In an ocean of "maybe" From the bottom, it looks like a steep incline From the top, another downhill slope of mine But I know, the equilibrium's there Indecision clouds my vision No one listens Because I'm somewhere in between My love and my agony You see, I'm somewhere in between My life is falling to pieces
spinal tap
When the game has just been lost. When the race has all been run. When the storm has left your ship well-tossed... Ignore the coast. Get your stars uncrossed. Back at Square One. Just begin again. You can always find a way. Just begin again. No matter what they say. Life is just a wheel, if it's even real, You can rest another day. Life is just a meal, and you never say when Just begin again People say enough is enough. People say you can't undo what's done. People say the road is just too rough. What do they know? Life's just a show. Go re-load your gun. Just begin again. Make the bastards eat their words. Just begin again. Like bumblebees and hummingbirds. Life is just a dream, an unconscious stream, A picture worth five hundred words. Rise! for you are cream. And you can have the strength of ten. Don't hope to win. Losing's not a sin. Just dig in... And Just begin again.
NiN
Getting a little bit irradic here And I don't know who to trust I guess it got away (you're reading my mind) I guess I've got to adjust I've got my arms a-flip-flop-flip-flop-flip I got my head on spring And I thought I got you on my side I havn't got fuckin anything I'm just a face in the clouds Nothing to worry about Not even trying to stand out I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller and I got nothing to say Its all been taken away I just behave and obey I'm afraid im starting to fade away I can hardly see through the cracks (when i press up on the wall) I'm not looking to stand up real high (id be happy to crawl) I think I'm loosing my grip (but i can still make a fist) You know I've still got my one good arm and i can beat-i can beat myself up with it! And for what it was worth I really used to believe That maybe there was one great thing We could achieve Now I can't tell the difference between what I've been trying soo hard to see, and what appears to Be real My world is getting smaller everyday
simon and garfunkel
Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone Beneath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed By the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share... And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools," said I, "you do not know Silence like a cancer grows." "Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming. And the signs said: "The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls, And whisper'd in the sound of silence."
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Irk
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Menske
onverwacht (of toch niet) weet ik dat je er een jaartje bij mag schrijven. ik sluit me aan bij de boodschap hieronder!
Happy Birthday
ow wat zijn we heden blij phreak die is jaarig phreak die is jaaaarig oww wat zijn we heden blij phreak die is jarig en dat viehieren wij! hoera!
Seesee
daja he mooie Alians....zo voel ik me vaak....maar jij ook als avatar....oowjah... nou take care
Irk
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