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[MehGuy]

I relate to Depeche Mode lyrics well. They talk about mixing love with pain. When I used to listen to the radio when I was younger I was struck how this one band seemed to speak to me while all other bands were mostly gibberish for me.

 

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[Richard Mulcahy]

I haven't done this in a long time. I taught my girls how to laugh, cry, vent, and bleed with dignity through the power of song. It was a safe place to share their feelings without giving too much away. The reader never knew if it was personal or a favorite. That was intentional.

Dido crossed my thoughts... so here goes.

Here With Me
Dido

I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me

I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me

I don't want to call my friends
They might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been

I like a bit of gold...

 

[Richard Mulcahy]

I like a bit of gold...

"Gold"

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You were walking on the moon, now you're feeling low
What they said wasn't true, you're beautiful
Sticks and stones break your bones, I know what you're feeling
Words like those won't steal your glow, you're one in a million

This, this is for all the girls, boys all over the world
Whatever you've been told, you're worth more than gold
So hold your head up high, it's your time to shine
From the inside out it shows, you're worth more than gold
(Gold gold, you're gold)
You're worth more than gold
(Gold gold, you're gold)

When everybody keeps score, afraid you're gonna lose
Just ignore they don't know the real you
All the rain in the sky can't put out your fire
Of all the stars out tonight, you shine brighter

This, this is for all the girls, boys all over the world
Whatever you've been told, you're worth more than gold
So hold your head up high, it's your time to shine
From the inside out it shows, you're worth more than gold
(Gold gold, you're gold)
Baby your gold
Your gold

So don't let anybody tell you that you're not loved
And don't let anybody tell you that you're not enough
Yeah there are days that we all feel like we're messed up
But the truth is that we're all diamonds in the rough

So don't be ashamed to wear your crown
You're a king you're a queen inside and out
You glow like the moon, you shine like the stars
This is for you, wherever you are

This, this is for all the girls, boys all over the world
Whatever you've been told, you're worth more than gold
(So hold your head) So hold your head up high,
It's your time to shine
From the inside out it shows, you're worth more than gold
(Gold gold, you're gold)
Baby your gold
Your gold

So don't be ashamed to wear your crown
You're a king you're a queen inside and out

 

[MehGuy]

I've posted a LOT of Depeche over the years.

What are some of your favorite of their songs? I like Enjoy The Silence, In Your Room, See You, Personal Jesus (Johnny Cash cover but still lol.)

I like the whole look of the band too, their music videos are often fun to watch as well. Thing is, they're not always the most CF friendly.

 

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[Pavel Mosko]

This is a place for self-expression....

Music is a mechanism for sharing a thought, feeling, or experience without spelling it out. Lyrics are the medium for the telling the story.

You're welcome to add the video if you want.

Yours in His Service,

~Bella

I like me some Armenian and Aramaic Chant for that, on the Christian side of things.

 

[Pavel Mosko]

Puddles the Clown has been one break out talent I have run across a few months ago. The guy can really sing, and sometimes can do a cover of a song and make it better. Probably my best puddle song, he redid the popular but forgettable 1980s hit from Ozzy Osbourne and made it into a real ballad.

 

[ReesePiece23]

Every ONE of my emotions will eventually trickle down stream to the sea of nonsense lyrics.

^ I actually have The Small Faces "Ogden's Nut Gone Flake" album on vinyl. The album itself is basically the musical equivalent of an abstract painting - it's honestly the most bonkers thing you're ever going to hear.

 

[( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

Here's an original I wrote that
I intend to put with a Tupac and Scarface song called 'Smile'. The instrumental will keep the hook.

(I'm lifting my eyes up. Hebrews 11:6 - You gotta go and check out...)

You said without faith it's impossible to please you
So here I am counting the number of ways I can believe you
From the forgiveness of my sin
To the world you now send
The visions you've put in my heart
I now recall to you from the start
The Church of the Upper Room
And a wife that can call me her bridegroom
Lee Uni certs that'll open up doors
And if that wasn't enough
The Holy Spirit promised more
The mantle of Billy Graham
And the opportunity to minister to Presidents of Uncle Sam
These are some of the things I'm trusting you for
So (smile)

With lotto money to move ministry
And a generous spirit to share with those with similar faith like chemistry
Together we'll turn the world upside down
And let it begin first with STREETS in this town
And then Elections around the world
To evangelize the lost
And the success of Geoloot to pay the cost
And then You promised one more yet to be
But in time the entire world will see
All these things and more
So (smile)

 

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[Hawthorne]

Museum of Iscariot by Virgin Black has always been close to my heart, speaking to the conflicts sin causes in the conscience and soul of a professing Christian.

i
Jesus lies dying in my bed;
Companions since birth
In this stagnant, dingy haunt.
(He never really lived.)
Last night I beat him as he would not leave;
My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds.
Frequently I rape him, as I know nothing else.
He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness.

ii
Now a fragment of remorse has etched,
I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ-- but he is dead.
What can I do?
You have forsaken me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow.
But now he lays dead, and his prophecies with him;
I will bury him not as insult to your face.
As I stare at his corpse, one detail disturbs me
His cold stark finger points where I have not been...

iii
From my house, a cage of rotten wood.
I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush.
Withered bones groan, I cultivate,
As the soil and I grow closer.
The sun receives an empty gaze
it mourns, it knows, my life is gone.
No more to offer but my flesh to this soil.
(And a single tear marks my final prayer.)
A rosebud sits in the palm of your hand;
As I end, this flower,
It blossoms.....

 

[GOD Shines Forth!]

Puddles the Clown has been one break out talent I have run across a few months ago. The guy can really sing, and sometimes can do a cover of a song and make it better. Probably my best puddle song, he redid the popular but forgettable 1980s hit from Ozzy Osbourne and made it into a real ballad.

I got a kick out of that, thanks.

 

[GOD Shines Forth!]

SADE—Never Thought I’d See the Day

listen with headphones or stereo with good bass

You shed a shadow on my life
Shed a shadow on a love
Took the shelter out of my life
Took the shelter of a lie

I could see it in your restless eyes
The truth I was hiding
The truth you could not disguise
But I never thought I'd see the day

I knew I'd need a miracle to make you stay
I knew
I needed
A miracle

And I never thought I'd see the day
You put a shadow on a love
Took a shelter of a lie
Took the shelter out of my life

I wish you could shelter me
Shelter me now
I need a miracle
And I never thought I'd see the day

 

[d taylor]

Clannad - Coinleach Glas an Fhómhair

Kevin Burke - Coileach Ghlas An Fhómhair

Are chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhair
A stóirín gur dhearc mé uaim
Ba deas do chos I mbróig
'sba ró-dheas do leagan siubhail.
Do ghruaidh are dhath na rósaí
'sdo chúirníní bhí fighte dlúith
Monuar gan sinn 'ár bpósadh
Nó'are bórd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail.
Ii.
Tá buachaillí na h-áite seo
A' gartha 'gus ag éirghe teann
Is lucht na gcochán árd
A' deánamh fáruis do mo chailín donn
Dá ngluaiseadh rí na spáinne
Thar sáile 's a shlóighte cruinn
Bhrúighfinn féar is fásach
's bhéinn are láimh le mo chailín donn.
Iii.
Ceannacht buaibh are aontaigh'
Dá mbínn agus mo chailín donn
Gluais is tar a chéad-searc
Nó go dtéidh muid thar ghaoth-bearra 'nonn
Go sgartar ó n-a chéile
Bárr na gcraobh 's an eala ón tuinn
Ní sgarfar sin ó chéile
's níl ach baois díbh á chur 'n mur gcionn.
Iv.
Chuir mé leitir scríobhtha
Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghéar
Chuir sí chugam arís í
Go rabh a croidhe istuigh I lár mo chléibh.
Cum na h-eala is míne
Ná'n síoda 's ná cluimh na n-éan
Nach trom an osna ghním-se
Nuair a smaoitighim are a bheith 'sgaradh léi.
V.
'sé chuala m/e dé domhnaigh
Mar chómhrádh 'gabháil eadar mhnáibh
Go rabh sí 'gabháil 'a pósadh
Are óigfhear dá bhfuil san áit.
A stóirín glac mo chomhairle
's a' foghmhar seo fan mar tá
's cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thú
A stór nó 's tú mo ghrádh.

On the green stubble-fields of autumn
I saw you, my sweetheart
Nice were your feet in shoes
And wonderful your nimble gait
Your hair the color of roses
And your ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that we're not married
Or on board ship sailing away

The boys around here are
Complaining and getting fired up
And the ones with the high-piled hair
Are making homes for my brown-haired girl
If the King of Spain would
Go abroad with his assembled men
I would trample pasture and wilderness
And I would be with my brown-haired girl

If only my brown-haired girl and I
Were buying cows at the fair
Go and come first love
Until we go over to Gaoth-Bearra
Even if the tops of the branches were parted
And the swan were separated from the waves
That would not separate us
And those who go against us are foolish

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[VMaeLove]

hide your eyes and turn away,
you cant come out today,
there's no way.
staring through the window pane,
at the pouring rain,
she don't complain.
walk on,
face long,
half gone.
never one for having fun,
always taught to hold your tongue.

so you thought you could please him did you?
so you thought it'd be easy did you?

denied,
the things you wanted more.
in spite,
of what you're asking for.
tonight,
the waves approach the shore.
a chance to escape,
from this twisted space,
and they're knocking at your door.

tell yourself its all ok,
bring in another day,
you cry out in vain.
tangled up and beaten down,
a voice that echoes,
from the ground again.
show's on,
face done,
shame gone.
working 'till the morning sun,
but no one's waiting when you're done.

so you thought you could please him did you?
so you thought it'd be easy did you?

denied,
the things you wanted more.
in spite,
of what you're asking for.
tonight,
the waves approach the shore.
a chance to escape,
from this twisted space,
and they're knocking at your door.

they're gonna try to tell you who you are.
they're gonna try to show you who you are.
they're gonna try to tell you who you are.
they're gonna try to show you who you are.