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  • Donny
    As you wish...
    • May 2002
    • 13754

    #1

    Do Lyrics/Movie Lines Move You Emotionally? Post them Here!

    I'm not ashamed to admit that a good song or line in a movie can completely change my emotional state. If I'm driving alone listening to the iPod or the Radio and a good song comes on, it's not unusual that tears will fill my eyes.

    Don't laugh, you know it happens to you too.

    Some songs get to me because I try to put myself in the author's place. I want to remain naive and believe song writers are artists and not in it only for the money. I want to believe they're relaying a personal experience or freeing some personal demons through their lyrics.

    I like to imagine being in their place.

    As for music, I listen to everything from Pop to Rap, Country to Opera. It's all good to me, as long as the lyrics are good.

    Post a song that moves you. Then explain why the song moves you. Or post lines in a movie that move you (ie: You make me want to be a better man. - who knows what movie that is from and who said it).

    Here's my first example. A song that's best known as being performed by country artist Kenny Chesney:

    No I ain't had nothing to drink.
    I knew thats probably what you'd think
    If I dropped by this time of night.
    Remember way back when
    I promised you I'd drop in
    At one of those meetings down at the Y?

    Well, they started talkin' 'bout steps you take,
    Mistakes you make,
    The hearts you break,
    And the price you pay.
    I almost walked away.

    But you could hear a pin drop
    When this old man
    Stood up and said, "I'm gonna' say it again
    Like I do every week,
    For those who don't know me."

    "It's the simple things in life,
    Like the kids at home and a loving wife,
    That you miss the most, when you lose control.
    And everything you love starts to disappear.
    The devil takes your hand and says, 'No fear!
    Have another shot... just one more beer.'
    Yah, I've been there, and that's why I'm here."

    This ole boy stood up in the aisle.
    Said he'd been living a life of denial,
    And he cried as he talked about wasted years.
    I couldn't believe what I heard.
    It was my life word for word!
    And all of the sudden it was clear...

    It's the simple things in life,
    Like the kids at home and a loving wife,
    That you miss the most when you lose control.
    And everything you love starts to disappear.
    The devil takes your hand and says, "No fear!
    Have another shot... just one more beer."
    Yah, I've been there, and that's why I'm here.

    I know for us it may be too late,
    But it would mean the world to me
    If you were there when I stand to say:
    "It's the simple things in life,
    Like the kids at home and a loving wife,
    That you miss the most when you lose control.
    And everything you love starts to disappear.
    The devil takes your hand and says, 'No fear!
    Have another shot... just one more beer.'
    Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here
    Oh, I've been there, that's why I'm here."



    Why does this song get to me? Because I put myself in the place of the alcoholic in the song: a guy who's lost his family because of his addiction. He's sunk to the bottom. Everyone's given up on him after trying so long. He's finally taken the first step on the road to recovery and, even though he knows he's too late to reconcile with his wife and get his family back, he's there anyway asking if she'd at least go to a meeting with him and witness that he finally realizes what he's done and what he's lost.

    Again, what moves you? And why? What do you feel when the song comes on?
  • Far-L
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    • Feb 2002
    • 6065

    #2
    I get a little tear in my eye every time at the end of "Babe" when the farmer says "That'll do pig."
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    • Praguer
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      • Dec 2002
      • 991

      #3
      On the turning away
      By Pink Floyd

      " On The turning away
      From the pale and downtroden
      And the words they say
      Which we won't understand
      "Don't accept that what's happening
      Is just a case of others' suffering
      Or you'll find that you're joining in
      The turning away"

      It's a sin that somehow
      Light is changing to shadow
      And casting it's shroud
      Over all we have known
      Unaware how the ranks have grown
      Driven on by a heart of stone
      We could find that we're all alone

      In the dream of the proud
      On the wings of the night
      As the daytime is stirring
      Where the speechless unite
      In a silent accord
      Using words you will find are strange
      And mesmerised as they light the flame
      Feel the new wind of change

      On the wings of the night
      No more turning away
      From the weak and the weary
      No more turning away
      From the coldness inside
      Just a world that we all must share
      It's not enough just to stand and stare
      Is it only a dream that there'll be
      No more turning away? "

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      • LowRider
        Registered User
        • Nov 2003
        • 44

        #4
        I know the feeling, allright. One of my friends died of an O.D. This song always reminds me of him. In case you don't know it, it's by Neil Young (album: Harvest).

        "Needle And The Damage Done"

        I caught you knockin'
        at my cellar door
        I love you, baby,
        can I have some more
        Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

        I hit the city and
        I lost my band
        I watched the needle
        take another man
        Gone, gone, the damage done.

        I sing the song
        because I love the man
        I know that some
        of you don't understand
        Milk-blood
        to keep from running out.

        I've seen the needle
        and the damage done
        A little part of it in everyone
        But every junkie's
        like a settin' sun.

        .....

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        • invasion
          Confirmed User
          • Jan 2003
          • 218

          #5
          wallflowers - heroes

          onyx - throw your gunz

          dmx - any

          wipe them out - all of them (from star wars)

          more but shit I would be here for sometime

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          • Manowar
            jellyfish  
            • Dec 2003
            • 71528

            #6
            Do-do-do. It's conga night for sure.

            Verse: It's conga It's conga night so join the party everyone. The night has just begun.

            And we're all having fun tonight.

            Dance that conga ?till you drop. We're never gonna stop. You better hang on tight.

            So everybody

            Chorus II: Do do do. Come on and do the conga. Choo-choo-choo.

            That train across the floor. You-you-you. Come on and join the conga.

            Do-do-do. It's conga night for sure.

            Verse: It's conga. It's conga night so feel the music and the beat.

            They're dancing in the streets. It's something that I can't explain.

            Bump together 1-2-3. Like waves across the sea.

            We'll join and make a train. Then everyone can

            Chorus II

            Bridge: And as you do the conga, you make the party stronger.

            Make the train much longer and do the, do the, do the, do the

            Instrumental Break

            Chorus II 3x's with 2 modulations.

            Repeat Bridge

            Repeat Chorus II

            Instrumental end

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            • gangbangjoe
              Ronin
              • May 2004
              • 17693

              #7
              I was bruised and battered
              I couldn't tell what I felt
              I was unrecognizable
              to myself

              Saw my reflection in a window
              and didn't know my own face
              so brother are you
              gonna leave me wasting away
              on the streets of Philadelphia

              I walked the avenu
              till my legs felt like stone
              I heard voices of friends
              vanished and gone

              At night I hear the blood
              in my veins
              this is black and whispering
              as the rain
              on the streets of Philadelphia

              Ain't no angel gonna greet me
              it's just you and I my friend
              and my clothes don't fit me no more
              I'd walk a thousand miles
              just to slip this skin

              Night is falling
              and I'm lying awake
              I can feel myself
              fading away

              So receive me brother
              with your faithless kiss
              or will we leave each other
              alone like this
              on the streets of Philadelphia

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              • xfalmp
                Confirmed User
                • Aug 2002
                • 1474

                #8
                Black - Pearl Jam
                I had an experience lately that those final words fit in quite well.

                Angie - Rolling Stones
                Same thing.

                Trust the "WOW" effect.

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                • boner 2.0
                  Too lazy to set a custom title
                  • Jul 2004
                  • 10970

                  #9
                  Pearl Jam - Last kiss

                  Where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from
                  Me. she?s gone to heaven, so I?ve got to be good. so I can see my baby when i
                  Leave this world.

                  We were out on a date in my daddy?s car. we hadn?t driven very far. there in
                  The road, straight ahead. a car was stalled, the engine was dead.

                  I couldn?t stop, so I swerved to the right. I?ll never forget the sound that
                  Night. the screamin tires, the bustin glass. the painful scream that I heard
                  Last.

                  Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. she?s gone
                  To heaven, so I?ve got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this world.

                  When I woke up the rain was pourin down. there were people standin all around.
                  Something warm flowing through my eyes. but somehow I found my baby that night.
                  I lifted her head, she looked at me and said. hold me darling, just a little
                  While. I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss. I found the love that i
                  Knew I had missed.

                  Well now she?s gone. even though I hold her tight. I lost my love, my life,
                  That night.

                  Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. she?s gone
                  To heaven, so I?ve got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this
                  World.

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                  • LowRider
                    Registered User
                    • Nov 2003
                    • 44

                    #10
                    Not to hijack the thread, but on a similar note, the music alone can change my mood: e.g. everytime I hear Samuel Barber's 'Adiagio for strings' (in case you don't know it, it's the main theme from 'Platoon'), I'm prone to get a lump in my throat.

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                    • Theodor S. Geisel
                      Confirmed User
                      • Jul 2003
                      • 349

                      #11
                      Collin Raye, "Love, Me"

                      I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.
                      Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. he said,
                      "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
                      Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your grandma so."
                      We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
                      Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.
                      But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead
                      I found this letter, and this is what it said:
                      If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
                      I'll meet you when my chores are through;
                      I don't know how long I'll be.
                      But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.
                      And between now and then, till I see you again,
                      I'll be loving you. Love, me.

                      I read those words just hours before my grandma passed away,
                      In the doorway of a church where me and grandpa stopped to pray.
                      I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years;
                      But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.
                      If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
                      I'll meet you when my chores are through;
                      I don't know how long I'll be.
                      But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.
                      And between now and then, till I see you again,
                      I'll be loving you. Love, me.
                      Between now and then, till I see you again,
                      I'll be loving you. Love, me.
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                      • Dirty F
                        Too lazy to set a custom title
                        • Jul 2001
                        • 59204

                        #12
                        Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
                        About me, about you
                        About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
                        About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
                        Maybe below the cockles,
                        Maybe in the sub cockle area,
                        Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
                        Maybe even in the colon, we dont know

                        Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job
                        Im your average white, suburbanite slob
                        I like football and porno and books about war
                        I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
                        My wife and my job, my kids and my car
                        My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

                        But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested
                        (oh no, no way, uh uh)
                        No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense
                        (woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
                        I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
                        While people behind me are going insane

                        Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
                        Im an asshole (hes an asshole, such an asshole)

                        I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
                        I walk around in the summer time saying how about this heat?

                        Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
                        Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

                        Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
                        While handicapped people make handicapped faces

                        Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
                        Im an asshole (hes a real fucking asshole)

                        Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song
                        Ranting and raving and carrying on
                        Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong
                        Nah

                        Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
                        Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

                        You know what Im gonna do
                        Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible
                        Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps
                        And all leather cow interior
                        And make brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)
                        And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
                        Gettin' 1 mile per gallon,
                        Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds
                        In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
                        And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers
                        Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
                        And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
                        And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
                        You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why
                        2 words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK?
                        Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
                        They can have a big democracy cakewalk
                        Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
                        and it wont make a lick of difference
                        Because weve got the bombs, OK?
                        John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer
                        Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off
                        You know why,
                        Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times
                        Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be!
                        I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes,
                        and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey,
                        and drive down to Texas and say.....

                        (Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)
                        Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
                        Im an asshole (hes an asshole.what an asshole)
                        Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

                        A-S-S-H-O-L-E
                        Everybody
                        A-S-S-H-O-L-E

                        Im an asshole and Im proud of it

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                        • LowRider
                          Registered User
                          • Nov 2003
                          • 44

                          #13
                          Originally posted by xfalmp
                          Black - Pearl Jam
                          I had an experience lately that those final words fit in quite well.

                          Angie - Rolling Stones
                          Same thing.
                          I agree... Also 'Wild Horses'...

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                          • Theodor S. Geisel
                            Confirmed User
                            • Jul 2003
                            • 349

                            #14
                            Originally posted by boner 2.0
                            Pearl Jam - Last kiss
                            Great song, I agree, but I just want to point out it was written in 1962 by Wayne Cochran and originally performed by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers.
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                            • Theodor S. Geisel
                              Confirmed User
                              • Jul 2003
                              • 349

                              #15
                              Originally posted by Franck
                              Im an asshole and Im proud of it
                              Great song, too, and I would like to point out that it was written by Denis Leary.
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                              • LowRider
                                Registered User
                                • Nov 2003
                                • 44

                                #16
                                U2's "In God's country" also does something to me...maybe it's just Bono's whimpsy vocal:

                                "In God's Country"

                                Yeah

                                Desert sky
                                Dream beneath a desert sky
                                The rivers run but soon run dry
                                We need new dreams tonight

                                Desert rose
                                Dreamed I saw a desert rose
                                Dress torn in ribbons and in bows
                                Like a siren she calls to me

                                Sleep comes like a drug
                                In God's Country
                                Sad eyes, crooked crosses
                                In God's Country

                                Set me alight
                                We'll punch a hole right through the night
                                Everyday the dreamers die
                                See what's on the other side

                                She is liberty
                                And she comes to rescue me
                                Hope, faith, her vanity
                                The greatest gift is gold

                                Sleep comes like a drug
                                In God's Country
                                Sad eyes, crooked crosses
                                In God's Country

                                Naked flame
                                She stands with a naked flame
                                I stand with the sons of Cain
                                Burned by the fire of love
                                Burned by the fire of love

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                                • LowRider
                                  Registered User
                                  • Nov 2003
                                  • 44

                                  #17
                                  OK, I'll stop with this post...there are so many songs...but check out this Icelandic(!!) song. I don't know, cos' I'm not Icelandic, but there's something moving about this tune. Check it out. The band is called 'Sigur Ros' - means 'Victory Rose' or something like that.

                                  Ágætis Byrjun

                                  Bjartar Vonir Rætast
                                  Er Við Göngum Bæinn
                                  Brosum Og Hlæjum Glaðir
                                  Vinátta Og Þreyta Mætast
                                  Höldum Upp Á Daginn
                                  Og Fögnum Tveggja Ára Bið
                                  Fjarlægur Draumur Fæðist
                                  Borðum Og Drekkum Saddir
                                  Og Borgum Fyrir Okkur
                                  Með Því Sem Við Eigum Í Dag
                                  Setjumst Niður Spenntir
                                  Hlustum Á Sjálfa Okkur Slá
                                  Í takt við tónlistina
                                  Það Virðist Enginn Hlusta
                                  Þetta Er Allt Öðruvísi
                                  Við Lifðum Í Öðrum Heimi
                                  Þar Sem Vorum Aldrei Ósýnileg
                                  Nokkrum Dögum Síðar
                                  Við Tölum Saman Á Ný
                                  En Hljóðið Var Ekki Gott
                                  Við Vorum Sammála Um Það
                                  Sammála Um Flesta Hluti
                                  Við Munum Gera Betur Næst
                                  Þetta Er Ágætis Byrjun


                                  Translation below:

                                  An alright start

                                  Bright Hopes Come True
                                  As We Walk Downtown
                                  Smiling And Laughing Happily
                                  Friendship And Exhaustion Collide
                                  We Celebrate The Day
                                  A Two Year Wait
                                  A Distant Dream Is Born
                                  We Eat And Drink Til We?re Full
                                  And Pay For Ourselves
                                  With Everything We Have For The Day
                                  We Sit Down Excited
                                  Listen To Ourselves Play In Rhythm To The Music
                                  No One Seems To Listen
                                  This Is Completely Different
                                  We Lived In Another World
                                  Where We Were Never Invisible
                                  A Few Days Later
                                  We Speak Again
                                  But The Sound Wasn?t Good
                                  We Were All In Agreement
                                  In Agreement About Most Things
                                  We?ll Do Better Next Time
                                  This Is A Pretty Good Beginning

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                                  • DaddysGirl
                                    Confirmed User
                                    • Dec 2004
                                    • 627

                                    #18
                                    great thread..there are so many I would list....Black, Pearl Jam is at the top along with He Stopped Loving Her Today, by George Jones...

                                    He said "I'll love you till I die",
                                    she told him "You'll forget in time"
                                    As the years went slowly by,
                                    she still preyed upon his mind

                                    He kept her picture on his wall,
                                    went half-crazy now and then
                                    He still loved her through it all,
                                    hoping she'd come back again

                                    Kept some letters by his bed
                                    dated nineteen sixty-two
                                    He had underlined in red
                                    every single "I love you"

                                    I went to see him just today,
                                    oh but I didn't see no tears
                                    All dressed up to go away, first time
                                    I'd seen him smile in years

                                    He stopped loving her today
                                    They placed a wreath upon his door
                                    And soon they'll carry him away
                                    He stopped loving her today

                                    (Spoken)
                                    You know,
                                    she came to see him one last time.
                                    Aww, 'n' we all wondered if she would.
                                    And it kept runnin' through my mind
                                    "this time he's over her for good."

                                    He stopped loving her today
                                    They placed a wreath upon his door
                                    And soon they'll carry him away
                                    He stopped loving her today

                                    Being Drunks a lot like loving you, Kenny Chesney

                                    I drank till i stumbled
                                    i drank till i fell...
                                    when the drunk part was over
                                    it hurt me like hell
                                    now i know about drinkin
                                    so i know one things true,
                                    being drunks a lot like lovin you...

                                    cause i love till i stumbled
                                    i loved till i fell
                                    when the lovin was over
                                    it hurt me like hell
                                    now i know what a taste
                                    of the wrong love can do
                                    bein drunks a lot like lovin you....

                                    and ive woke up some mornings and sworn off the drink
                                    at that I've done reasonably well I think
                                    but i havnt done well swearin off you and me
                                    at that I fail miserably

                                    i felt the hangover of lovin all night
                                    ive sat at the bar all alone in a fight...
                                    ive bottled up feelings and poured them out too...
                                    being drunks a lot like lovin you...

                                    and ive woken some mornings and sworn off to drink
                                    at that I've done reasonably well I think
                                    but i havnt done well swearin off you and me
                                    at that I fail miserably

                                    i drank till i sumbled, i loved till i fell..
                                    when the drunk part was over love hurt me like hell,
                                    now i know about drinkin so i know one things true..
                                    bein drunks a lot like lovin you
                                    now i know what a taste of the wrong love can do
                                    sometimes i..still get drunk.. lovin you.
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                                    • Rinaldo
                                      Confirmed User
                                      • Sep 2003
                                      • 5086

                                      #19
                                      "Can a Nigga Get a Table Dance" &
                                      Their Aint No Sex in the Champagne Room

                                      Oh and my personnal favorite. "all these bitches and hoes can somebody suck my cock?"

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                                      • Rinaldo
                                        Confirmed User
                                        • Sep 2003
                                        • 5086

                                        #20
                                        "This Could Be Love"

                                        I've got a book of matches
                                        I've got a can of kerosene
                                        I've got some bad ideas involving you and me
                                        I don't blame you for walking away
                                        I touched myself had thoughts of flames
                                        I shat the bed and laid there in it
                                        Thinking of you wide awake for days
                                        Wide awake for days

                                        And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
                                        You couldn't crack a smile
                                        I didn't catch your name
                                        I don't blame you for walking away
                                        I'd do the same if I saw me
                                        I swear it's not contagious
                                        In four short steps we can erase this

                                        Step one -- slit my throat
                                        Step two -- play in my blood
                                        Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
                                        Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
                                        You took me hostage and made your demands
                                        I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

                                        I'm like a broken record
                                        I've got a needle scratching me
                                        It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
                                        I don't blame you for walking away
                                        I'd do the same if I saw me
                                        I swear it's not contagious
                                        I swear to God it's not contagious

                                        Step one -- slit my throat
                                        Step two -- play in my blood
                                        Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
                                        Step four -- stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
                                        You took me hostage and made your demands
                                        I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

                                        This could be love - love for fire
                                        This could be love - love for fire
                                        This could be love - love for fire
                                        This could be love for fire forevermore

                                        Step one -- slit my throat
                                        Step two -- play in my blood
                                        Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
                                        Step four -- stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
                                        You took me hostage and made your demands
                                        I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
                                        One by one

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                                        • LowRider
                                          Registered User
                                          • Nov 2003
                                          • 44

                                          #21
                                          One more for the danish crowd: Nephew - Ordenspoliti... jeg er ikke specielt begejstret for dem, men der er et eller andet "Depeche Mode" over nummeret (ud over det åbentlyse).


                                          Ordenspoliti

                                          De tror hvad de si?r - vi si?r hvad vi tror
                                          de gør hvad de ved - vi ved hvad vi gør
                                          de spår hvad de kan - vi kan hvad vi spår
                                          vi si?r hvad vi gør - og de gør hvad vi si?r

                                          Hvornår går det i sig selv?

                                          Hvor er mit ordenspoliti?
                                          hvor er mit køter-alibi?
                                          hvor er min candy-kolibri?
                                          hvor er mit ordenspoliti?

                                          Og min Casio time
                                          kommer altid i vejen
                                          men det går i sig selv
                                          når jeg slår den ihjel

                                          De gør hvad de tør - vi tør hvad vi gør
                                          de bli?r hvad de er - vi er hvad vi bli?r
                                          de ser hvad de flår - vi flår hvad vi ser
                                          vi si?r hvad vi hører - og de hører hvad vi si?r

                                          Hvornår går det i sig selv?

                                          Hvor er mit ordenspoliti?
                                          hvor er mit køter-alibi?
                                          hvem tog mit melodi grand prix?
                                          hvor er mit ordenspoliti?

                                          Og min Casio time
                                          kommer altid i vejen
                                          men det går i sig selv
                                          når jeg slår den ihjel

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                                          • Donny
                                            As you wish...
                                            • May 2002
                                            • 13754

                                            #22
                                            Originally posted by Theodor S. Geisel
                                            Collin Raye, "Love, Me"

                                            I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.
                                            Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. he said,
                                            "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
                                            Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your grandma so."
                                            We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
                                            Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.
                                            But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead
                                            I found this letter, and this is what it said:
                                            If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
                                            I'll meet you when my chores are through;
                                            I don't know how long I'll be.
                                            But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.
                                            And between now and then, till I see you again,
                                            I'll be loving you. Love, me.

                                            I read those words just hours before my grandma passed away,
                                            In the doorway of a church where me and grandpa stopped to pray.
                                            I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years;
                                            But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.
                                            If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
                                            I'll meet you when my chores are through;
                                            I don't know how long I'll be.
                                            But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.
                                            And between now and then, till I see you again,
                                            I'll be loving you. Love, me.
                                            Between now and then, till I see you again,
                                            I'll be loving you. Love, me.
                                            That's a damn good example. It gets me too.

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                                            • emthree
                                              Dialer Kingpin
                                              • Jun 2003
                                              • 10816

                                              #23
                                              Darn I was hoping for some deep 2Liners, not lyrics.
                                              I do get caught up in some movies, but hardly ever music.

                                              Sell Patches & Pills

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                                              • Donny
                                                As you wish...
                                                • May 2002
                                                • 13754

                                                #24
                                                Originally posted by emthree
                                                Darn I was hoping for some deep 2Liners, not lyrics.
                                                I do get caught up in some movies, but hardly ever music.
                                                So contribute some.

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                                                • David - PG
                                                  Confirmed User
                                                  • Mar 2004
                                                  • 767

                                                  #25
                                                  Here's one, from Bladerunner:

                                                  "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe...

                                                  Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhauser gate.

                                                  All those moments will be lost in time, like... tears in rain.

                                                  Time to die."
                                                  perfectgonzo.com

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                                                  • CynthiaB
                                                    Confirmed User
                                                    • Mar 2005
                                                    • 1274

                                                    #26
                                                    To Kill a Mockingbird

                                                    "Stand up, Scout! Your father's passing!" Get's me every time.

                                                    Cyn

                                                    DDC -- Power Parking

                                                    Success is the Only Option

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                                                    • wargames
                                                      Kliris
                                                      • May 2003
                                                      • 10423

                                                      #27
                                                      "I see dead people."
                                                      ICQ 212-115-582
                                                      Email Steve at Vas Media Group .com

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                                                      • rickholio
                                                        Confirmed User
                                                        • Jan 2004
                                                        • 1914

                                                        #28
                                                        Originally posted by David - PG
                                                        Here's one, from Bladerunner:

                                                        "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe...

                                                        Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhauser gate.

                                                        All those moments will be lost in time, like... tears in rain.

                                                        Time to die."
                                                        Damn, stole my quote.
                                                        ~

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                                                        • daveylapoo
                                                          Confirmed User
                                                          • Dec 2003
                                                          • 423

                                                          #29
                                                          shawshank redemption

                                                          ...'get busy livin...or get busy dying...




                                                          .....thats godamn right'

                                                          THAT is heavy.

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                                                          • jayeff
                                                            Confirmed User
                                                            • May 2001
                                                            • 2944

                                                            #30
                                                            Green Fields of France by Eric Bogle

                                                            Well how do you do, young Willie McBride,
                                                            do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside.
                                                            And rest for awhile 'neath the warm summer sun.
                                                            I've been working all day and I'm nearly done.
                                                            I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
                                                            when you joined the dead heroes of nineteen-sixteen.
                                                            I hope you died well and I hope you died clean.
                                                            Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene.

                                                            Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
                                                            Did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down.
                                                            And did the band play the Last Post and chorus.
                                                            Did the pipes play the 'Flowers of the Forest'.


                                                            And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
                                                            In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
                                                            Although you died back in nineteen sixteen
                                                            In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
                                                            Or are you a stranger without even a name
                                                            Enclosed and forever behind the glass pane
                                                            In a old photograph, torn and battered and stained
                                                            And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

                                                            The sun now it shines on these green fields of France
                                                            There's a warm summer breeze, it makes the red poppies dance.
                                                            And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
                                                            There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now
                                                            But here in this graveyard it's still no-man's-land.
                                                            The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
                                                            To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
                                                            To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

                                                            Now young Willie McBride I can't help wonderin' why
                                                            Do all those who lie here know why they died
                                                            And did they believe when they answered the cause
                                                            Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
                                                            Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory, the pain
                                                            The killing and dying were all done in vain
                                                            For young Willie McBride it's all happened again.
                                                            And again, and again, and again, and again.

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                                                            • ADL Colin
                                                              Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                              • Feb 2001
                                                              • 11929

                                                              #31
                                                              Life it seems will fade away
                                                              Drifting further every day
                                                              Getting lost within myself
                                                              Nothing matters no one else
                                                              I have lost the will to live
                                                              Simply nothing more to give
                                                              There is nothing more for me
                                                              Need the end to set me free

                                                              Things not what they used to be
                                                              Missing one inside of me
                                                              Deathly lost, this can't be real
                                                              Cannot stand this hell I feel
                                                              Emptiness is filling me
                                                              To the point of agony
                                                              Growing darkness taking dawn
                                                              I was me, but now He's gone

                                                              No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
                                                              Now I can't think, think why I should even try

                                                              Yesterday seems as though it never existed
                                                              Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye


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