.:my fav lyrics:.

All the lyrics will be added day by day.. like an extension of my diary.

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(2004)

(2003)

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February, 19th - Emiliana Torrini - To be free

Once in a house on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart

For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
Until I had no hope

So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then I started to think

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself

There's a bar by the dock
Where I found myself
Drinking with this man
He offered me a cigarette
And I accepted
'Cause it's been a very long time
As it burned 'till the end
I thought of the boy
No one could ever forget

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself

To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
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Frebruary, 11th - The Cure - One hundred years<

One Hundred Years
It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio...
Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer
For something better
Please love me
Meet my mother...
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away...
The pain
And the creeping feeling
A little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me
And turn me round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Caressing an old man
And painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
Crimson
The ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over
We die one after the other
Over and over
We die one after the other after the other...
It feels like a hundred years
One hundred years...

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February, 2nd - The Chameleeons - Second Skin

One cold damp evening
The world stood still
I watched as i held my breath
A sillhouette i thought i knew
Came through,someone spoke to me
Whispered in my ear
This fantasy's for you
Fantasy's are in this year
My whole life flashed,before my eyes
I thought,what they say is true
I've shed my skin,and my disguise
And cold on the naked eye
Emerged from my cocoon
And a half remebered tune played softly in my head
He said
He turns smiling...and said

I realise a miracle,is due
I dedicate this melody,to you
I realise a miracle,is due
I dedicate this melody,to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air
No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air
I realise a miracle,is due
I dedicate this melody,to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air
No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air
No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air
Everywhere
Oh, it feels like i'm everywhere
Like when you fail to make the connection,you know vital it is
Oh when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is
And you reach the point when you know
It's only your second skin
It's only your second skin
Someone's banging on my door

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December, 26th - Janis Joplin  - Piece Of My Heart 

Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on! 

Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man —yeah! 
Didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ? 
Honey, you know I did! 
And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough, 
But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough. 

I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it, 
Take it! 
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby! 
Oh, oh, break it! 
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah. 
Oh, oh, have a! 
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, 
You know you got it if it makes you feel good, 
Oh, yes indeed. 

You're out on the streets looking good, 
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right, 
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night, 
Babe, I cry all the time! 
And each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain, 
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again. 

I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it! 
Take it! 
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby. 
Oh, oh, break it! 
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, 
Oh, oh, have a! 
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, 
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good. 

I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it, 
Take it! 
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby! 
oh, oh, break it! 
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c'mon now. 
oh, oh, have a 
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby. 
You know you got it —whoahhhhh!! 

Take it! 
Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby, 
Oh, oh, break it! 
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 
Oh, oh, have a 
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey, 
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good. 

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December, 25th - Killing Joke - Love like Blood

 We must play our lives like soldiers in the field. 
The life is short 
I'm running faster all the time. 
Strength and beauty destined to decay 

So cut the rose in full bloom. 
Till the fearless come and the act is done 

A love like blood 
a love like blood. 
Till the fearless come and the act is done 

A love like blood 
a love like blood. 

Everyday through all frustration and despair 

Love and hate fight with burning hearts. 
Till legends live and man is god again 

And self-preservation rules the day no more. 
We must dream of promised lands and fields 
that's never fade in season 
As we move towards no end we leani to die. 
Red tears are shed on grey. 
Till the fearless come and the act is done . . . 

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December, 24th - Clan of Xymox - Jasmine and Rose

The air tastes just like you, it's the smell of June
A sensory shock that jolts my spirit, I slowly swallow you
A spray of little droplets, a fragrance so refined
The spirit of nostalgia is passing me by

Opium and Poison, Jasmine and Rose
Dream of Ambrosia, all flavours glow, It's sensual,It's sensual, sensual

It all began so easy, with you on the floor
Against your willing flanks and knocking down your door
Until the day it crumbled, no game of win and lose
You told me nothing, you left me confused

Expelled like poison, a trim of the dose,
A limb disposed of, in a whim she chose,so rigorous,she's vigorous
She's vigorous,

Heart of the hardest world, it's just the thought of you
All those variations, the air is full of you
The smell of summer rain, once more the scent of June
This sweet concentration ,brings me back to you
Opium and Poison
My taste of June, my taste of you
Inhale, inhale your trail
Opium and Poison, Jasmine and Rose, dream of escape with me, all flavours go,
It's sensual, it's sensual, it's sensual

What was ours will drift away, a simple breeze on a humid day

Oh, nothing lasts, nothing lasts, forever

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December, 20th  - Brian Eno - By This River

Here we are stuck by this river 
You and I underneath a sky 
That's ever falling down down down 
Ever falling down 

Through the day as if on an ocean 
Waiting here always failing to remember 
Why we came came came 
I wonder why we came 

You talk to me as if from a distance 
And I reply with impressions chosen 
From another time time time 
From another time.


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