Post your most-liked lyrical scrawlings/poetry/turns of phrase.
I'll let one of you go first. Just post something you wish you could have written.
we'll have fun. xx |
Practicing writing
on my belly... it's a long night. It's a haiku. Don't know if the translation is accurate... |
it seems to work !
success ! :laugh: |
It definitely works... Even if I don't know exactly why I had to post it :P
We can post as many lines as we like, can't we? *looking for something better* |
write as much as you like !
i must find something myself. |
Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole: ed è subito sera. S. Quasimodo Translation: Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world pierced by a ray of sunlight, and suddenly it is evening. Too bad the translated version ain't that good... |
it seems to translate quite well.
as for me, i have this on my wall. its silly, but i love it to death. Serve yourself No one else can do for you like you No one else fails like me In my eyes I burn alive Fly like a bird No more words just you and I High in the sky its s*p - starla. i'm silly, i know. |
You're not silly! That was good Corganness!
Now it's my turn! Please don't cry For the ghost and the storm outside Will not invade this sacred shrine Nor infiltrate your mind My life down I shall lie If the bogey-man should try To play tricks on your sacred mind To tease, torment, and tantalise Wavering shadows loom A piano plays in an empty room There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright I'll still be by your side For you are all that matters And I'll love you to till the day I die There never need be longing in your eyes As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine Ceiling shadows shimmy by And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey There's sadness in your beautiful eyes Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes My life down I shall lie Should restless spirits try To play tricks on your sacred mind I once had a child, and it saved my life And I never even asked his name I just looked into his wondrous eyes And said : "never never never again" And all too soon I did return Just like a moth to a flame So rattle my bones all over the stones I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns Oh, see how words as old as sin Fit me like a glove I'm here and here I'll stay Together we lie, together we pray There never need be longing in your eyes As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine I've tried picking a brief quote, but I couldn't. It just sounded unfair... |
thats quite a haunting piece. many meanings there all locked and lost together. is it from a smiths song ?
for my next, obvious choice, i choose this : It was January, 1963 When Johnny came home with a gift for me He said I bought it for you because I love you And I bought it for you because it's your birthday, too He was so very nice, he was so very kind To think of me at this point in time I used to think of him, he used think of me He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw tears were in his eyes He never meant to hurt me Oh, God Johnny, don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, don't point that gun at me Can I save my life at any price? For God's sake will you listen to me? And though he was ashamed that he had took a life Johnny came home with another wife And he often remembered how it used to be Before that special occasion, 1963 There was too many ways that you could kill someone Like in a love affair, when the love is gone I used to think of him, he used think of me He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw hatred in his eyes He never meant to hurt me Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, you keep on using me Can I change my life for any price? Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me? He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw hatred in his eyes But he never meant to hurt me Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, you keep on using me Can I change my life for any price? Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me? I just want you to be mine, I don't want this world to shine I don't want this bridge to burn Oh, Johnny, do you miss me? I just want to feel for you I will always feel for you... |
Even if there are too many remixes of 1963 around, I still love that song!
EDIT: Oops, forgot the title and author in my previous post. It was The hand that rocks the cradle by The Smiths. Shame on me! |
Yes ! the remixes get confusing. but the arthur baker one is best. :laugh:
one more thing i want to post : more corganness : winterlong and if I fall into you all will my rain cease and dissolve? some come to harm others to grace so let my friends fly under these wings we’re giving it up to the sun we’re giving it up to the moon we’re giving it up to the earth we’re giving it up from our own knowing there’s nowhere to run knowing there’s not much to lose sometimes it seems so long since you had a chance to refuse we built a fire winterlong transformed new wire winterlong i was the first one i was the last one to be strong and if I fall into you all will the silence shatter and stall? some feel movement others stand still so let the moment become my will we’re giving it up to the sun we’re giving it up to the moon we’re giving it up to the earth we’re giving it up from our owns knowing there’s nowhere to run knowing there’s not much to lose so why does it take so long to find out who is who we built a fire winterlong transformed new wire winterlong i was the first one i was the last one to be strong we’re giving it up to the sun we’re giving it up to the moon we’re giving it up to the earth we’re giving it up from your own we’re giving it up to the sun we’re giving it up to the moon |
Thanks god you post Corganness, so there's no need for me to post it as well! It'll give people the impression we like variety, while we don't!
Sad Go Round by Current 93 Let me take you On the sad go round In the twilight zone Hear the mournful sounds Of the carousel And the calliope Where you lose your will And abandon hope As you spin And the sad go round And the world is a blur Of confusing sound You forget your troubles You forget your fun Now you're just a world Moving round the sun |
We're fool them good !
such sad words though we post. beautiful, but strangely sad. |
It seems we don't know many happy-happy poems and songs... What should we read/listen to?
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winnie the pooh !
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Of course! Winnie the Pooh! The yellow non-existant-brain bear!
But what if we start sympathizing with Eeyore? |
we'd have to start rhyming bother with buther.
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Eep, I have something new to post:
This is Insight by Joy Division. I'm starting to be boring, I know... Guess the dream always end They don't rise up just descend But I don't care anymore I've lost the will to want more I'm not afraid, not at all I watch them all as they fall But I remember, when we were young Those with habits of waste The sense of style and the taste Of making sure you were right Hey, don't you know you were right I'm not afraid anymore I keep my eyes on the door But I remember... Tears and sadness for you More upheaval for you Reflects a moment in time A special moment in time Yeah, we wasted our time We didn't really have time But we remember - when we were young And all God's angels beware And all you judges beware Sons of chance take good care For all the people out there I'm not afraid anymore |
Good choice ! but for my joy division choice i choose : (its just like pokemon this)
Be clear every day, every evening It calls here aloud from above Carefully watched for a reason Mistaking devotion and love Surrendered to self-preservation From others who care for themselves But life as it touches perfection Appears just like anything else Isolation Mother, I tried, please believe me I'm doing the best that I can I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through I'm ashamed of the person I am Isolation But if you could just see the beauty These things I could never describe Pleasures and wayward distraction Is this my wonderful prize? Isolation |
Isolation... Closer... I can't even say how much I love that album... how can't you love it, once you start listening to it?
I wish I was Ian Curtis! Argh! |
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