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These following lyrics are sort of perspective ….

 

 

Precious Things

By Tori Amos

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me
He said you’re really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe
That sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn’t make you jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me
I remember
Yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And a little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them brea
Songwriters: Tori Amos
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Morrissey and Marr were an unstoppable pair. But Morrissey will always be the king of misery. I think that’s why I love him too he’s a total dick to anyone. Nothing compared to them all together.

The Queen is Dead

By The Smiths: marr&Morrissey

Intro ….look up meaning

(Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don’t care,
I should like to see my)

I don’t bless them
Farewell to this land’s cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling
I’m truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing

I said Charles, don’t you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother’s bridal veil?
Oh
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I’m the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other

Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?

Some nine-year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God
I swear, I never even knew what drugs were
Oh
So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said, “Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing”
I said, “That’s nothing, you should hear me play piano”

We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you’re tied to your Mother’s apron
No-one talks about castration
Oh

We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that kill me

We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
Oh, these are the things that kill me

All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there

Past the pub who saps your body
And the church who’ll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb
Past the pub that wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb

Life is very long, when you’re lonely
Life is very long, when you’re lonely
Life is very long, when you’re lonely
Life is very long, when you’re lonely

 

MORE LYRICS THAT DEFINE ME. 

“GARLANDS”

Tori Amos

Interlude]

[Verse 1]
“The Winged Painter is on uptown,” I said
“Will you meet me to go, to go, to go?”
Washington Square
I’m racing there
To get you at noon
Oh, the nocturne noon

[Verse 2]
Isabella on the way there stops me
“I can’t stay today”
I’m off in flight towards another light
Rest, youth
Washington Square
I meet you there and we go

[Pre-Chorus]
And he’s on the run, he’s on the run
From this walking greeting card
And Chloe’s kiss, the wolf pit
The wine harvest
And Phileda’s Lesson
We’re not his possession

Chorus 1]
In Winter
Trampled flowers
In Winter
Lovers

[Post-Chorus]
Circus, these garlands, the blue pirouette
The marriage, the mimosas, black sun over Paris
These garlands, the little swallow
St. Paul from the window, the half-open window

[Verse 3]
Eve incurs God’s displeasure, displeasure
Passion, Odysseus and Penelope
Ulysses and Penelope
The festival in Hell

[Pre-Chorus]
And he’s on the run, he’s on the run
From this walking greeting card
And Chloe’s kiss, the wolf pit
The wine harvest
And Phileda’s Lesson
We’re not his possession

[Chorus 2]
In Winter
Lovers
In Winter
Flowers, trampled flowers
Lovers, bay of angels
We’re Lovers

[Post-Chorus]
Circus, these garlands, the blue pirouette
The marriage, the mimosas, black sun over Paris
These garlands, the little swallow
St. Paul from the window, the half-open window

[Outro]
In Winter
The Winged Painter
The Winged Painter
Washington Square, let’s go see “A Day In May”
From The Winged Painter

 

“Behind the Wheel”

Depeche mode

My little girl
Drive anywhere
Do what you want
I don’t care
Tonight
I’m in the hands of fate
I hand myself
Over on a plate
Now

Oh little girl
There are times when I feel
I’d rather not be
The one behind the wheel
Come
Pull my strings
Watch me move
I do anything
Please

Sweet little girl
I prefer
You behind the wheel
And me the passenger
Drive
I’m yours to keep
Do what you want
I’m going cheap
Tonight

You’re behind the wheel tonight

Hard o pick a version!

 

“FLY ”

Nick Drake

 

Notice how he starts an octave high. And goes  low. He’s a genius.

Please give me a second grace
Please give me a second face
I’ve fallen far down
The first time around
Now I just sit on the ground in your way
Now if it’s time to recompense for what’s done
Come, come sit down on the fence in the sun
And the clouds will roll by
And we’ll never deny
It’s really too hard for the fly
Please tell me your second name
Please play me your second game
I’ve fallen so far
For the people you are
I just need your star for a day
So come, come ride in my my street-car by the bay
For now I must know how fine you are in your way
And the sea sure as I
But you won’t need to cry
For it’s really too hard for the fly
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Songwriters: Nick Drake
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