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User	AlabamaFarmGirl | 2005-10-08 |
Subject	Speak The Word Lord
Message	If it’s a foreign battlefield Where I finally find your will Lord, then thats where I long to be In the desert without a drink On some ole ship about to sink Lord, I’ll go if you just speak to me. Speak the word, Lord My ears long to hear you Speak the word, Lord My heart aches to know Speak the word, Lord And I’ll be what You’d have me to be Speak the word, Lord And your servant will go There’s been times that I’ve complained When life rubbed against the grain And I recall those times You took me to my knees But there’s one thing I couldn’t do So I still owe this thanks to you Cause it was you, Lord Who took my cross to Calvary. Kenny Hinson Everytime I feel a little down, I think of this song. Will lift my spirit everytime. Thanks for letting me share it *hugs*

User	idlewriter | 2005-09-04 |
Subject	Tears In Heaven
Message	oooooh, lets see...hmmmm... oh, all time fav and always will be...Eric Clapton "TEARS In Heaven" Here’s an intro...all should know this song... "Would you know my name If I saw you in Heaven. Would it be the same, If I saw you in Heaven." You catch it, right... Nice, now I’ll have that song in my head when I go sleepy---not that I’m complaining.

User	Inducted_Kitty | 2005-09-02 |
Subject	U2
Message	~ Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own ~ Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff You’re telling me and anyone You’re hard enough You don’t have to put up a fight You don’t have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own We fight all the time You and I...that’s alright We’re the same soul I don’t need...I don’t need to hear you say That if we weren’t so alike You’d like me a whole lot more Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own I know that we don’t talk I’m sick of it all Can - you - hear - me - when - I- Sing, you’re the reason I sing You’re the reason why the opera is in me... Where are we now? I’ve got to let you know A house still doesn’t make a home Don’t leave me here alone... And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you that makes it hard to let go Sometimes you can’t make it on your own Sometimes you can’t make it The best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

User	Inducted_Kitty | 2005-09-02 |
Subject	U2
Message	~ .i.Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own.ef ~ Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff You’re telling me and anyone You’re hard enough You don’t have to put up a fight You don’t have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight .i.Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone.ef. And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own We fight all the time You and I...that’s alright We’re the same soul I don’t need...I don’t need to hear you say That if we weren’t so alike You’d like me a whole lot more .i.Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone.ef. And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own I know that we don’t talk I’m sick of it all Can - you - hear - me - when - I- Sing, you’re the reason I sing You’re the reason why the opera is in me... Where are we now? I’ve got to let you know A house still doesn’t make a home Don’t leave me here alone... And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you that makes it hard to let go Sometimes you can’t make it on your own Sometimes you can’t make it The best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

User	Inducted_Kitty | 2005-09-02 |
Subject	U2
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User	SouthrnQT | 2005-05-10 |
Subject	untitled
Message	The Verve Pipe~ Underneath~ Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined I surrender Cd cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect ballad To move you Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface It’s not pretty underneath There among debris find casual in casualty It’s not pretty underneath A bottle meant for two a glass that’s full of legs but free of any fingerprints From you A neighbor one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices Is waking Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface It’s not pretty underneath There among debris find casual in casualty It’s not pretty underneath

User	jaycee | 2005-04-25 |
Subject	untitled
Message	I have a miliion and one faves, but here’s just one Train’s "When I Look to the Sky" When it rains it pours and opens doors And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love That have to say goodbye And as I float along this ocean I can feel you like a notion that won’t seem to let me go Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you’re here with me And you make everything alright And when I feel like I’m lost something tells me you’re here with me And I can always find my way when you are here And every word I didn’t say that caught up in some busy day And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn’t dance before And every sunset that we’ll miss I’ll wrap them all up in a kiss ’ And pick you up in all of this when I sail away Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plane overhead Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly But with you I can spread my wings to see me over everything that life may send me When I am hoping it won’t pass me by And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me there you are to show me

User	I_Bleed_Ink | 2005-04-23 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Mmm...just some snippets of ones I’ve been listening to recently-- The sun ain’t nearly on the rise And we still got the moon and stars above. Underneath the velvet skies, Love is all that matters. Won’t you stay with me? And don’t you ever leave. Lay down, Sally, and rest you in my arms. Don’t you think you want someone to talk to? Lay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon. I’ve been trying all night long just to talk to you. -Eric Clapton The memories of our lovin’ still linger in the air like the faded scent of your roses they stay with me everywhere -Tiffany When I first saw you I already knew There was something inside of you Something I thought that I would never find Angel of mine I look at you, lookin’ at me Now I know why they say the best things are free I’m gonna love you boy you are so fine Angel of Mine -Monica Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you And I still can’t believe That you came up to me and said "I love you" I love you too! -Selena

User	Winterbliss | 2005-04-22 |
Subject	untitled
Message	"Feeling Good"-Nina Simone Birds flyin’ high you know how I feel Sun in the sky,you know how I feel Breeze driftin’ on by,you know how I feel It’s a new dawn,it’s a new day,it’s a new life for me. Yeah,it’s a new dawn,it’s a new day,it’s a new life for me ooooh and I’m feeling good {Music Starts} Fish in the sea,you know how I feel River runnin’ free you know how I feel Blossum on the tree you know how I feel It’s a new dawn,it’s a new day,it’s a new life for me and I’m feeling good. Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean Sleepin’ peace when the day is done that’s what I mean And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me Stars when you shine you know how I feel Scent of the crime you know how I feel Your freedom is mine,you know how I feel It’s a new dawn,it’s a new day,it’s a new life for me Oh I’m feeling gooooooooood

User	Solomon Disease | 2005-04-08 |
Subject	untitled
Message	All I Really Want To Do -- Bob Dylan I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you, Frighten you or uptighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain’t lookin’ to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don’t want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don’t want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don’t want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.

User	marysunshine | 2005-04-05 |
Subject	The Beast in Me
Message	The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars Restless by day And by night rants and rages at the stars God help the beast in me The beast in me Has had to learn to live with pain And how to shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me Sometimes it tries to kid me That it’s just a teddy bear And even somehow manage to vanish in the air And that is when I must beware Of the beast in me that everybody knows They’ve seen him out dressed in my clothes Patently unclear It it’s New York or New Year God help the beast in me -Johnny Cash

User	Solomon Disease | 2005-03-16 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Read these lyrics. Let them blow your mind. Feel them. Tell me how you felt -- if you want to. Working Class Hero -- John Lennon As soon as you’re born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you’re clever and despise a fool Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules Keep you doped with religion, sex and tv You think you’re all so clever and classless and free But you’re all fucking peasents as far as I can see After they scare and torture you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career But you can’t really function cause you’re so full of fear There’s room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn to smile as you kill If you wanna be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you wanna be a hero then just follow me.

User	Lightbringer | 2005-03-16 |
Subject	Chris Ledoux
Message	This is a little tribute to one of country music’s most recent losses. Chris Ledoux died last week at the age of 56. He has always been one of my favorite artists. I guess when Garth Brooks sites you as one of his inspirations you must be pretty good. The sad thing is that very few people noticed. I haven’t heard anything by him on the radio since he passed on. Oh well I’m sure he’s looking down from heaven wishing that they had a rodeo arena up there. So here’s a song by the man who inspired me to write down the songs that are constantly running through my head. It’s entitled “This Cowboy’s Hat” (spoken) Well I was sittin’ in a coffee shop Just having a cup to pass the time Swappin’ rodeo stories With this old cowboy friend of mine When some motorcycle riders Started snickering in the back They started poking fun At my friends hat. One old boy said "Hey Tex, Where’d you park your horse?" My friend just pulled his hat down low But they couldn’t be ignored A husky feller said "I think we’ll Rip that hat right off your head." That’s when my friend turned around And this is what he said (sung) "You’ll ride a black tornado ’cross the western sky, Rope an old blue norther’ And milk it till it’s dry. Bulldog the Mississippi Pin its ears down flat Long before you take This cowboy’s hat" (Spoken) He said "now mister This hat is better left alone, You see it used to be my daddy’s But last year he passed on My nephew skinned the rattled That makes up this old hat band But back in ’69 He died in Vietnam. Now the eagle feather was given to me By an Indian friend of mine But someone ran him down Around that Arizona line And a real special lady Gave me this hat pin But I don’t know If I’ll ever see her again. Now if your leather jacket means to you What this hat means to me Then I guess we understand each other And we’ll just let it be So if you still think it’s funny You’ve got my back against the wall But if you touch my hat You’re gonna have to fight us all. (Sung) You’ll ride a black tornado ’cross the western sky, Rope an old blue norther’ And milk it till it’s dry. Bulldog the Mississippi Pin its ears down flat Long before you take This cowboy’s hat (Spoken) Just then I thought I saw A tear in that husky feller’s eye And he turned back to the others And they all just kinda shuffled on outside But when my friend turned back to me I noticed his old hat brim Well it was turned up In a big ol’ Texas grin (Sung) You’ll ride a black tornado ’cross the western sky, Rope an old blue norther’ And milk it till it’s dry. Bulldog the Mississippi Pin its ears down flat Long before you take This cowboy’s hat

User	Solomon Disease | 2005-03-15 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Working Class Hero -- John Lennon As soon as you’re born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you’re clever and despise a fool Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules Keep you doped with religion, sex and tv You think you’re all so clever and classless and free But you’re all fucking peasents as far as I can see After they scare and torture you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career But you can’t really function cause you’re so full of fear There’s room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn to smile as you kill If you wanna be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you wanna be a hero then just follow me.

User	WolfStar | 2005-03-15 |
Subject	untitled
Message	To be free is all we wanna be When everything seems so far out of reach but I know no matter where we go I’ll never stop believing in me. We’ve been waiting for too long we’ve been giving into wrong We’ve been broken in peices one by one... We’re gonna know we’re gonna know when the moment comes... The Calling

User	smalltown | 2005-02-18 |
Subject	untitled
Message	alright let me put my two cents in. I love this song... Gotta get away yea I can’t wait another day ain’t nothing gonna change if we stay round here gotta do what it takes it’s all in our hands we all make mistakes but it’s never to late to start again take another breath and say another prayer and (Chorus) fly away from here anywhere, honey I don’t care we’ll just fly away from here my hopes and dreams are out there somewhere. Won’t let time pass us by we’ll just fly. That is just a few lines of this wonderfully free song. I just had to give a sample. It is by Aerosmith.

User	marysunshine | 2005-02-14 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Willie is my hero...

User	Lightbringer | 2005-02-13 |
Subject	untitled
Message	He looked down into her blues eyes and said “say a prayer for me” she threw her arms around him and whispered “God will keep us free.” they could hear the riders coming he said “this is my last fight if they take me back to Texas they won’t take me back alive.” and there were seven Spanish angels at the alter of the sun they were praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun when the battle stopped and the smoke cleared there was thunder from the throne and seven Spanish angels took another angel home. -Willie Nelson seeing marysunshine’s addition brought these words to mind and now I can’t get them out. Thanks *smiles* -Light

User	magnicat | 2005-02-13 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Cats in the Cradle is Harry Chapin. R.I.P. Harry... Great song, too.

User	marysunshine | 2005-02-11 |
Subject	untitled
Message	I don’t know why I like these words so much...maybe i just like the song I know you won’t believe these things I tell you I know you won’t believe your heart has been forewarned all men will lie to you and your mind cannot conceive now all depends on what I say to you and on your doubting me so I’ve prepared these statements far from true to fuel your disbelief The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all the sky was never blue the stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you Willie Nelson