[ Tears and Rain ] Back To Bedlam*

[ Tears and Rain ] Back To Bedlam*
How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
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# Posté le lundi 05 mars 2007 13:25

Modifié le samedi 01 décembre 2007 07:21

[ Out of my Mind ] Back To Bedlam*

[ Out of my Mind ] Back To Bedlam*
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.

I'm out of my mind.

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Won't you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real ?
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.

I'm out of my mind.
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# Posté le lundi 05 mars 2007 13:31

Modifié le samedi 01 décembre 2007 07:20

[ So long Jimmy ] Back To Bedlam*

[ So long Jimmy ] Back To Bedlam*
I just can't believe that it's over.
We were chilling out on the sofa,
Digging how the guitar goes,
In a song that no one knows.
Did you lick that line yourself,
Or did the voodoo magic help ?
Does everyone have a different take ?
Do you seem real but I seem fake ?
Does everyone get hypnotized by your fire ?

So long, Jimmy, so long.
Though you only stayed a moment,
We all know that you're the one. Singing,
So long, Jimmy, so long.
Sure we're glad for the experience,
We miss you now you've gone.
___________We're just swimming in your soul 'cause,
______________We all wish we wrote this song.
_____________________Life goes on.

I'm just so relieved that it's over.
We were hanging out going nowhere,
Digging how the guitar goes,
In a song that no one knows.
Did you burn that bridge yourself,
Or did the voodoo magic help ?
Does everyone have a different take ?
Are you just cool and I'm just baked ?
Does everyone get mesmerized by your fire ?

So long, Jimmy, so long.
Though you only stayed a moment,
We all know that you're the one. Singing,
So long, Jimmy, so long.
Sure we're glad for the experience,
We miss you now you've gone.
We're just swimming in your soul 'cause,
We all wish we wrote this song.
Life goes on.
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# Posté le lundi 05 mars 2007 13:37

Modifié le samedi 01 décembre 2007 07:19

[ Billy ] Back To Bedlam*

[ Billy ] Back To Bedlam*
Billy's leaving today don't know where he's going.
Holds his head in disgrace he can't escape the truth.
He knows the price that he's paid.
He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.

Billy's leaving today don't know where he's going.
He's got lines on his face they tell the story of his pain.
He accepts it's his fate.
He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.

Once he was a lover sleeping with another.
Now he's just known as a cheat.
And he wish he'd had a mirror; looked a little clearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
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# Posté le lundi 05 mars 2007 13:44

Modifié le samedi 01 décembre 2007 07:20

[ Cry ] Back To Bedlam*

[ Cry ] Back To Bedlam*
I have seen peace. I have seen pain,
Resting on the shoulders of your name.
Do you see the truth through all their lies ?
Do you see the world through troubled eyes ?
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.

I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a lover's final breath.
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright ?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright ?
And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.
You're a friend.

You and I have been through many things.
I'll hold on to your heart.
I wouldn't cry for anything,
But don't go tearing your life apart.

I have seen fear. I have seen faith.
Seen the look of anger on your face.
And if you want to talk about what will be,
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend
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# Posté le lundi 05 mars 2007 13:50

Modifié le samedi 01 décembre 2007 13:51