lyrics — LADY LAMB
That's why there's always tomorrow to start all over again " .. And the board of directors in the city have instructed us to take the farm from you. . And a thousand who stayed there at the island met their fate at the Bay of Pigs. Song criticizes the government of Arizona for not recognizing Martin Luther King, Jr. Day as a. After children sit for morning meeting, teacher starts by singing the first line and Then move onto the next child and sing the song again, children love to hear their Get on board! . Continue around the circle we include the teachers too. Lyrics and video for the song Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg Met my old lover in the grocery store And, as I turned to make my way back home.
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Draw a picture- it lasts longer. A body's sacred when it's naked so go ahead and let it be a bible for another. Blood's your compass, let it wander. May it stick thick like a slaughter. You had a little bit of batter, a little bit of batter on your face.
Funny still how infatuation shuts you all up as it makes you a dead beat son of a gun. And we got skin like we were born to swim past our scalps in it. And I do, I want to swim the length of this with you. I'll undress like eyes upon an atlas.
I won't make me hard to find. I know where I come from. Let's crawl all over one another likes crows on a carcass, like ants on a crumb starving only starving only for the taste of tongues. Love is selfish, love goes tic-toc-tic, loves knows jesus, apples and oranges. Take me by the arm to the altar, take me by the collar to the cliff, take me by the waist to the water, take me by the hair to the ferris wheel, take me by the wrist to the river, take me by the braid down to my grave.
Aubergine sheets on my bed now, oh no. You with the nape that holds my gaze, you with the tongue that speaks my name, you with the arms that keep me at length, you with the heart that won't show its face. Absence makes my heart grow hollow, absence makes my heart grow hollow make me into an egg without yolk, you make me into an egg without yolk.
Absence makes my heart grow hollow, absence makes my heart grow hollow, make me into an egg without yolk, you make me into an egg without yolk. I was unborn when I was younger, I was unborn when I was younger but I was rebuilt when you spoke, I awoke when you spoke. You said, "There's always a reason for leaving, there's always a reason to stay; I know exactly why I'm leaving: I just can't stay. I would be lying if I said you had nothing to do with me; you're to blame for my being this way, this way.
If they begin to ravage your love don't cower or run for cover. Don't feel bad, you've got to drown or smother them. Can't say whether I care or whether it matters. Maybe hearts are better bitter, battered, filthy, vulgar. Maybe that's why the broken lonely ones hold on a little longer.
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But all I know, all I know is I want to see you I want to see you see all those countries. I'm looking for a new muse you have only made me tired. This is my loss of limb, my loss of love. It was so cold you could see both sets of ribs almost escaping your skin to fly south, south until the springtime.
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They fly backwards and forwards. The streets can be eerie, streets can be dreary. My limbs, my love are lost on you. My limbs, my love belong to you.
I remember that night in the woods on the hidden balance beam made of a long wooden board with a barrel underneath. Both our hearts they were revealed. Our hearts they were revealed. You were my friend. This is my loss of love my loss of limb this is my loss of love my loss of limb. But now I'm a ghost and you all know it.
I asked the deer could the hunter she hear come a'creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin. This ribcage, it is a staircase, climb it to my iris you can live there, you know who I am.
You know who I am. I am your apple. When I awoke, we had landed. For days on end I've thought about it. Had we crashed into the ocean. Had we perished in the sea. Had the mountain held us captive in his jacket, well God forbid, I would have been fine with that.
Cause it would have saved me it would have saved me it would have saved me from the look that you gave when you left. Your lips so full that I could cry. Your lips so full that I could cry out my sockets, cry out my sockets. Your eyes so closed that I could hide in the closet, hide in the closet. My heart so poor that I could wait for your hands in my pockets.
My heart so broke that I could beg for affection, beg for affection. I only have eyes for you; you are the apple, you are the apple. The alligators are here they're just under the water, under the water. You devoured my heart, you devoured my heart like it was strawberry cake at a birthday celebration, but I still need your love. I still need your love, I need your love. I still need your teeth round my organs, I still need your teeth round my organs.
I still need your love for you are the apple, you are the apple. How I ache, I ache in the pit of me, I awake, awake with this fear in me. How it makes, makes a fool out of me; with its knife how it carves the seeds out of my heart for to plant in the soul for to feast. When I awoke, prayed to god it had been but a draw. Oh my, what more of a mess I will be if I've lost. Now I dream of the sky running towards me, liquid like an ocean.
It seems I'm always lifting him to escape from rabid beasts and storms. Behind my eyelids he is light, he's the weight ofa quarter but in daylight he is broad and older. Oh lord, call me back, back to you. Seal my soul like an envelope, use your spit, lick it shut.
Bring your knives, use your tools, perform open heart. The water is scalding, so cold that it burns. But when I lay in your likeness, how you slay all my hurt, all my hurt. As gently as a mouse curled up in a ball, as gently as a mouse until tomorrow.
I'm as blue as blood before the blood goes red. For a heart beats the best in a bed beside the one that it loves. Yes a heart beats the best when in a head death becomes irrelevant. Cause if you're dreaming about dying then you're not really living, darling. You've got to be starving for it, you've got to be starving for it, you've got to be starving, you've got to be starving for it. I had a dream you'd be on this rooftop.
If you're not then that's okay but if you are, well I'm thinking that it's fate. Over the microphone, over the video projector I almost called your name but then I refrained cause I will catch you some other way if it's fate, if it's fate, if it's fate. I know, I know. And oh, such is the torment of the giving of your organs: That apple core — the one left behind in the lounge by whichever XL employee was using the room last — begins to tremble and fizz whenever her vocal climbs in pitch The label still occupies the same tumbledown office it always did, on a mews in west London.
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A fruit bowl has three shrivelled pears in it. Definitely there were fewer queues, cruddy tasks, trips by public transport. At the same time she lost her access to some of the easy small talk and anonymity of everyday life. And I understand that. Cooler-than-you cool, a fringed teenager who went around behind aviators and Marlboro smoke, whose friends were mostly striving artists, who kept in her bag a copy of Time Out folded to the gigs page. When I first saw Adele perform, at a small London show back inshe came on stage wearing a floral frock and a snarl.
She played an acoustic guitar while drinking a pint. By the time I met her in New York, this phase was more or less over, the singer now dressing in black, favouring big lashes and lots of liquid eyeliner.
The inner hipster hung around, though; Adele retains the use of a fully-functioning dickhead radar. Everything you can imagine. Books, clothes, food ranges, drink ranges, fitness ranges They wanted me to be the face of a car. A million pounds to sing at your birthday party? It draws you in.