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The Twin Flames Author Message set_zero  Posted 09 October 2008 22:12    Last Login: 26 August 2010 22:58  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAGrKysDX5c Akayaandme  Posted 10 October 2008 03:39    Last Login: 28 April 2012 09:17  Thank you for posting...didn't know much about twin souls/flames....but want to read more about it now. pacha  Posted 10 October 2008 12:51    Last Login: 08 August 2013 05:07  I think the video is really beautiful and the subject completely fascinating. Thanks for posting set_zero. themuse  Posted 10 October 2008 12:55    Last Login: 02 April 2014 12:36  Will have a look later - looks interesting! gamers1700  Posted 10 October 2008 12:57    Last Login: 26 August 2010 22:58  ditto californiagirl  Posted 11 October 2008 05:06    Last Login: 10 April 2014 02:57  Wow, that was amazing. I didn't know about this either, but am intrigued because this reminds me of a bunch of dreams I have had. It has touched something in me as I am completely shaking right now and am finding it difficult to post. Thanks for sharing. xx set_zero  Posted 11 October 2008 06:27    Last Login: 26 August 2010 22:58  I miss him very much gamers1700  Posted 16 October 2008 19:06    Last Login: 26 August 2010 22:58  I guess on the bright side...you'll meet him eventually  It's moments like the breaking up, or loss, of a loved one that build character; you'll pull through! Loko at how I am now . I can actually make sense more when I type, and my poetry is steadily getting better...and I delt with the not getting together with a crush durring withdrawls o.0 set-zero  Posted 26 August 2013 16:17    Last Login: 07 September 2013 15:26  Much like the Big Bang, your new album 'Moon Landing' appears explosive!! Cheers to years past, cheers to 'Twin Flames', cheers to you and cheers to the impossible becoming possible for everyone!! A 'Twin Soul' still thinks of you fondly!! -susan  Posted 27 August 2013 12:08    Last Login: 12 May 2014 14:47  Fascinating story, there are so many myths around and that one definitely fits in with Genesis 1 when God made a Hermaphrodite, before Adam and Eve. It doesn't match the scientific evolutionary view, but human beings have a great faculty for imagining real and unreal and a beautiful capacity to be creative. set-zero  Posted 30 August 2013 00:56    Last Login: 07 September 2013 15:26  "Twin Flames" are also called "Twin Souls" http://thesecretoftheuniversechoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/twin-flames-are-also-called-twin-souls.html Storming into what is felt, the nature of complete, found a total whole, in Two of the triad Home!! The growing magnetic grip, making the sweat just drip, heavy breathing, the ecstasy is bringing, attraction simply beaming!! « Prev Topic | Next Topic »

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To The Basis Of Would Worms Speech

Succeeds be Four the fifth in due,

thrifty dues to a towarding speeds,

read guarded in multi-disciplined,

truth be Viewed Man runs too.

Know Question answered with increased of Girth,

the desire drives this spread to Works,

the Purchase or Purpose a Secret in spooned,

the origin has proof to the idea in the roots.

Knot in the Patience of preambled of to Sites,

the ab-lib to Musing a wrinkle in dikes,

the tumbler of keys in all sorts of types,

revealing are words to Sentenced in Knight.

Put a little tune from the guitar boom,

like the microphone of the prowess Artistry to bloom,

dubbed to the cinch the ceiling of Finch,

the wriggle of worms in woods that still term,

the phat of the oar in the ear of the sperm,

a gathered prevail I still am a Tale.

From the deep of the pore width the birth of sum for,

deposits of mines in grasped each a Sparine,

the addition in scripps Herb to the Fritz,

naming such papers with daily in tips.

Harder the skull of the brain in a shriek,

ques bye the Way of birthing to Turfed,

bourne Our the breasts that shield to Durke,

wealth to the Minds that reveal to perk.

Coffee to filter, Cream settled Sug,

scrabble the done in the eyes of the could,

swinging those Vines to the thorns left for Pine,

the if's and the butt's are a general in dine.

Keeps of the Locks in wist of the Spruiks,

vocal the air to the darning aloofs,

dishes in trashing the canister of kooks,

those days where the walks are just silent in balks.

Conversations that grow from the weeding in know,

that strength from the determined never said go,

meet to make pieces of the riddle such strobe,

'cause I can't imagine if I had been shunned so.

Creation brewed elation for days that I share,

the terms of in deer the heads of a Co.,

not length of engagement probable in set-up,

'cause it's better to be matched than suffer abrupts.

Questions I know Answers are rare,

in the dance of the Moon the Son even stared,

made mention to Ancient wrappings of shines,

funny how endings beginnings of Times.

Snuffing Reminders

In the reaping it just hurts to the pane,

I wanted to say Hello in order to state goodbye,

for I am well aware of my insufficiencys that I crow,

even more aware of how unacceptable I am to the World of no.

To have met this Earth with any other in turbed,

the Mass of the Populous would have pushed the absurd,

just to see with the be if Plato was speak,

in class of the Ancient spreads of the Keep.

Shreds of aheads pouring to escapes,

from the brain in the cellular scapes of just dates,

I am well aware I'm Fat and Ugly and torn-up inside,

well aware of the doors slamming in my shares,

deeply attuned to the streaks of the boom,

no doubt do I have that stupidity loomed.

Painful it is I will testify,

courage I took from every single why,

rote in the witness of never need lie,

a life of such death is a savage good stood,

as the people surround waiting for a dirt,

to cover me body with tombing my gurt,

erecting memorial to plunder my work,

than to place value and ask what's it's lurk.

Century after Century such deeds have been drowned,

persons distressed making loud grounds,

as I watch the T.V. Discovery Channel prouds,

'What If' so many times what if it was not what if any More!!

WHAT IF 'IT WAS STANDING AT THE DOOR,

saying hello,

no what if's any there as Einstein exampled I still do Wares,

my pickle comes with Vlasic a brand name I swear,

in the truth of the Scene I am young to be such a stare.

Bipeds Prove Saults ~ Transfers Blurr

Peater had a Piper the Sand was a Spike,

the grits of the groating churned to the Duck,

a Mallet in Polo has a Marco buck,

but it relies on the ball,

as the member of Talls.

Shot not for how it Looks,

why bother it's just took,

for as Savage and Blunt sang,

the lyrics just came.

A cross to the Loops the Needle to picks,

gallops to rides of ever in ply,

death is a threshold weddings just spy,

'Cause in the Ring the Written is bring.

Walk down the Aisle once a Gain now a Mile,

to the remember of Tao I speak of know Vow,

the breaks of the steeps the Mountains do speaks,

the glacier of keepers even those drop in such Feats.

The rise to the Organ or is to two grind,

in the salt of the longs of the shrined,

in to the Tongs of the veracious in Blinds,

whom the ticker of the tape now sewn Vined.

Said in to much the stoner does bane,

to sickle the strict pickle the clip,

the Penguin in Tux the Snow to the Rose,

leasons the learn but taught is the berm.

Shall this Dance to the Soon be flipped in Tale,

ignorant to time for it had a Whale,

croft in the blog of the quick in deep rails,

why would eyes value as life is a Flint,

the author of Bonfired Pirated kint. 

Motor Crossing

To Triggs of the Ancient bellowed in Full,

the brig of the Nautical compass the throw,

to depths of dark follow skipping knows,

James blunt is knotted to Tied in the Flyed.

Crated to barrells of rifling trumped,

the Chest Piece of Blinking these Times never Thinking,

that multiplexed value of tweets not so speaks,

charged with questions of severing meets.

Dungeons in sing Ing the dangerous lows,

to the sky of appealing the already wrote,

the Lair of the Chain to the brake of the tame,

we all freely dry up the Minds of the flow.

Cheers to the Men whom know to the Den,

streaks to the lightening of all Ways bend,

lean to the Walls of the tights in a sprawl,

as I see the pleading enter your Fall.

The Cocks will still Crow,

the chickens still do grow,

the egg shelling cracks,

of the battering lacks,

the Cake of the Iced in Rocks a Rate,

to pave in the place that Hell whilst thou Show.

No Imagination Bills to the Neil,

for in the terrific the queer is the Kiel,

 the shaft of the shifting for a Life in the lifting,

know longer wonder Karma is drifting.

Stolen Verses to Horses in Knight pass the Larks,

to deep throated birds or calling a Verb,

the chains that will breathe the venue of deed,

to the stairs of the winding Bannister streams.

Do as you beckon for it is in the Fact,

racking for ridden it proves you're a Tuck,

breaded for Oysters the pearling struck,

up to the shores of evidenced lore.

Print me a Picture said to the Bore,

wriggle the tows to vittled the Score,

repeat the processed meetings a chore,

run in the credits the Movie of Thor.

Bringing the Fire in exact of the pass,

what a disaster the Singer did last,

songs to the brilliant light fest,

you're words have worth to heard in before.

We All do not dye some just say Moore,

the dust of the bogs that logs these in pours,

spurred to the flames the angled still rain,

for bridled in Cobs the determined are trained.

Cross to the brackished tar to the bone,

The Frill of Event is the Actuals in Tone,

scarp 'til you feel the deep in the groan,

if time is all I have...does that ring a stone.

The Code of Making Colors,

the oops of I don't NO,

the sling-shots that load,

the granite of droves,

the speed of the tastes of the flavored in Bow,

no poisoned fruit could ever uproot,

the Natural Original speak of the Trued.

Hay Jude I Mean Dued

It is the Lies that Kill People,

those unanswerable questions from skirting truces,

laying in lines the veins of the grind,

the Alter of Appeal to not heel yet another string of 'just your druthering'

Dribble in lippin' the grew to the freed,

no worries in had it's like you're a fag,

smoking becomes my Marlboro back,

'cause aren't all Expressives linked to just tax??

Explicit in Carrots you'be hung on a glib,

caves of the tunneling is strides of the came,

jumps to the 'leapin' lizard in Fame'

groupied to phishing the present in brains.

Such of the platter silvered for chatter,

to the bed of a singular fed,

duvets to the troubled a best to the prized,

I can just here it now in the future of Why's!!

To prats of the Dicks in the Worldly flip,

no wonder the view is the formalized Fritz,

a seltzer to Anchor the plopping of lips,

doth though need a trip or a Whip.

Her to the will, Me to the Might,

to gather the settle would be a good Knight,

to leaves of the ample well that's my best flight,

'cause Lives of Incarnations Our exampled by this Write.

Once Done All Ways Strung,

never Mind to the Elemental shrine,

the Dragon in Self of Firey Roar,

don't hang your Blunt,

the Bic is the Wickening,

the Candled shored Stunts.  

Meets Decide ~ Runs Provide ~ Ammunition Severs ~ Games Never

Haunts are not my rapport,

Meets are Wise to present Lives,

not for Profit, No, for piece,

the puzzle of the Riddle in the photo of the Crops,

the seeping breathe of never stops.

The coming to the Verse of the Years in a Hearst,

the gamble of the eyes in the breeze of a burst,

know settlement increases these troubles of sprung,

before in the After varied loud Lung!!

To no do Jack London to the squaring off,

the blocks become the built of the deep seat erupts,

merry to sofa in asks of the played,

not a moment can be had without worry of stakes.

To quit the indifference to make differences laid,

the skip to the bitten a many year stray,

form birth of the Sound to the Piano of downs,

black and white keys are looped with these reads.

Do not yourself this favor James Blunt,

relieve the disaster on the Wedding Front,

the equal in buried without a good pump,

even my Mind says don't be a Chump.

Forward Cracks

Spinal Taps

Max Ehrmann 




Desiderata 


Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story. 
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. 


Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism. 


Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass. 


Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself. 


You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 


Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. 


With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy. 




Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

I's Habit Pulls

'I'd like streaking to be a feature at all major sporting events': James Blunt gives his definitive answers to our most probing questions

By ROB MCGIBBON

PUBLISHED: 16:30 EST, 30 May 2014 | UPDATED: 16:30 EST, 30 May 2014

 
 
 
 

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We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions - and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it's the singer James Blunt's turn

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Singer, James Blunt is in this week's hot seat for the Definite Article

The biggest regret you wish you could amend... Neglecting friendships. I've been on the road for eight of the past ten years, so I've missed weddings, funerals and the births of dear friends' children.

The temptation you wish you could resist... Smoking when I'm drunk. But I guess if I do it enough I might end up singing like a man!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance... The Catcher In The Rye. I read it at 15 and related to Holden Caulfield's frustration. It was how I felt about school.

The person who's influenced you most... Elton John has been an amazing guide. I signed to his Rocket Music Management company when I started and he's still my ‘over' manager - I have a manager, but Elton's the boss of the company. 

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The person who influenced James the most was Elton John

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day... I was a reconnaissance officer in the Army for six years, so I know about trying not to be seen! I'd follow Vladimir Putin and hear what he's planning for Ukraine.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise... Selfies! If I could go back in time, I'd give the guy who created phone cameras a lobotomy.

The prized possession you value above all others... A tuk-tuk taxi I bought in Bangkok. It cost £300 and I had to pay £2,000 to get it home to Ibiza, but now I drive it everywhere.  

The film you can watch time and time again... This Is Spinal Tap. I first saw it when I was 14 and loved it. It's amazing how true some of those clichés are. 

The figure from history for whom you'd most like to buy a pie and a pint... Adolf Hitler. I'd try to understand how such evil can exist in a man's mind.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child... Success should not be measured by fame and fortune, but by happiness and friendships.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity... Motorbikes. I keep a CCM 450cc at my sister's home in England. It's the best way of getting across London. 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again... An Iggy and the Stooges T-shirt that was stolen from my suitcase on a trip six years ago.

The unending quest that drives you on... I love my life as a musician, so I'm driven to keep on writing and performing.

The poem that touches your soul... Desiderata by Max Ehrmann. It has a good code for life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase... That I'm a romantic! Like a lot of men, I'm uncomfortable talking about emotions - I prefer to put them into my songs.

The event that altered the course of your life and character... Leaving the Army in 2002 and moving to LA to make the Back To Bedlam album. I'd been saying for years that I wanted to be a musician, so to finally do it was wonderful. 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it... Streaking was a great victimless crime of the 70s and 80s and I miss it. I'd make it a feature at major sporting events.

The song that means most to you... Fall At Your feet by Crowded House. It was the first song I learnt to play on the guitar, which was like the moment of discovery in music for me.

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In his perfect day, James Blunt would like to wake up to see the sunrise in Belize in Central America

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I'd wake up à deux (with his fiancée Sofia) and watch the sunrise from an atoll off Belize in Central America, then go scuba diving. 

I'd have breakfast at NoMad hotel in New York with friends - eggs and corned beef hash. I'd spend the morning skiing the Vallée Blanche in Chamonix, then lunch would be a drive-through takeaway from In-N-Out Burger on Mulholland Drive in LA. 

I'd be in a convertible and order a Double-Double Animal Style. I'd then park up and eat while looking at the view. After that I'd head to Mexico to surf at Puerto Escondido and stay there until the sun went down. The evening would be at home in Ibiza with Sofia and friends. 

We'd have dinner at a local restaurant - I'd have fresh fish and start with a few cold beers, then some decent wine. After dinner we'd all head to Pacha nightclub, where I'd hit the vodka and dance. 

That normally goes on until dawn and then it's back to mine for a party. We usually crash out at 11am, which is a bit more than 24 hours, but hopefully that's OK!

The happiest moment you will cherish forever... Leaving Harrow School at 18. I'd been boarding for ten years, so it was euphoric to finally have freedom. 

The saddest time that shook your world... Seeing acts of genocide in Kosovo in 1999 was horrendous and devastating. To witness how people can hurt one another will never leave me. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... To play at the Super Bowl - and have the obligatory costume malfunction. I'll never be big enough in the States, although it might be possible if it's ever staged in Luxembourg!

The philosophy that underpins your life... Life is not a dress rehearsal.

The order of service at your funeral... I'm on the fence about religion, so I'll hedge my bets and have a church service. I want to be buried in an environmentally friendly cardboard box under a tree, overlooking the Hampshire countryside where I was brought up.

The way you want to be remembered... As that guy who wrote that song about that girl on the Underground. You know, Wotshisname...?!

The Plug... James Blunt plays at Epsom Downs Racecourse on 3 July. Tickets: 0844 579 3004. His Moon Landing arena tour arrives in the UK in November, visit www.jamesblunt.com. 

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Framed Too ...... B.D.S.M. Exact In Hymning

James Blunt prosed Captain of Poetry knots,

shot to the Top of the Media yucked,

in base of the puts the fiddled did looks,

a spot of a spreed in the puddling tooks.

Shal'st to May the Month in Speak,

the vibrations of OooooHhhhhhhh so varied and deep,

to the Paddle of roaring the crawling to leaps,

the Fems in the thinks said what to the Peaks??

So quick the respond to I have not counted along,

however Facebook records such a strong,

as CBS looks to be bonged,

the Dali Lama thumping a Tong,

You know the type that goes Gong!!

To the Shows of the Factual display of the Rack,

tie yourself up in the Thoughts that are struck,

to the Penned of the Spake the Tease of the Caked,

did I tell you that it's just he Icing of Sake.

Broads to the speech in of merely imply,

never could these Means be ampy in Spied,

to the Crows of the Bleach the Clorox of deeds,

the Mooning of Wore in terribles a Store.

Hence the open of those Interviewed knees,

the skirts to the shorts of the 'oh won't you please'

the Clique of the Cats in the prowess of leads,

I wonder do these empties just Ski.

Across the dynamics of boats in a Sea,

the oceans of ponds the aptly in bronzed,

liken to Shopping for what is this Forced??

Never eyes sake the disciplined Lake,

chutes to the snaps of 'oh darn it's a barn'

not really moreover the Stable would say,

it's exact to the Able whom all Ways does play.

The Written Adventures even the Tempers,

to Hots in the Colds of the seeks that don't Role,

trust to the bolds that recite to the stoles,

for I hear that those used Maker's in molds.

Good Vibrations Set to Ration,

the Dali Lama said Sew!!

Back Too Basic Or Forward Writes ~ James Blunt Wares Tights ~ Mind Skirts Surfs Gropes ~ To the Crowds of Skype!!

High
Beautiful dawn - lights up the shore for me. There is nothing else in the world, I'd rather wake up and see (with you). Beautiful dawn - I'm just chasing time again. Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night. But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above. Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me. Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again. Do you remember the day when my journey began? Will you remember the end (of time)? Beautiful dawn - You're just blowing my mind again. Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine. High; running wild among all the stars above. Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me. Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older? Promise me tomorrow starts with you, Getting high; running wild among all the stars above. Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me

You're Beautiful
My life is brilliant. My life is brilliant, My love is pure. I saw an angel, Of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway, She was with another man, But I won't lose no sleep on that, 'Cause I've got a plan. You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful, It's true. I saw your face, In a crowded place. And I don't know what to do. 'Cause I'll never be with you. Yeah, she caught my eye, As we walked on by. She could see from my face that I was, Fucking high. And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last to the end. You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful, It's true. I saw your face, In a crowded place. And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful, It's true. There must be an angel, With a smile on her face. When she thought up that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you.

Wisemen
She said to me, "Go steady on me. Won't you tell me what the Wise Men said? When they came down from Heaven, Smoked nine 'til seven, All the shit that they could find, But they couldn't escape from you, Couldn't be free of you, And now they know there's no way out, And they're really sorry now for what they've done, They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun." Look who's alone now, It's not me. It's not me. Those three Wise Men, They've got a semi by the sea. Got to ask yourself the question, Where are you now? Really sorry now, They weren't to know. They got caught up in your talent show, With you pernickety little bastards in your fancy dress, Who just judge each other and try to impress, But they couldn't escape from you, Couldn't be free of you, And now they know there's no way out, And they're really sorry now for what they've done, They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun. Look who's alone now, It's not me. It's not me. Those three Wise Men, They've got a semi by the sea. Got to ask yourself the question, Where are you now?

Goodbye My Lover
Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while. I'd be the father of your child. I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true. I cannot live without you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bear my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Tears and Rain
How I wish I could surrender my soul; Shed the clothes that become my skin; See the liar that burns within my needing. How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold. How I wish I had screamed out loud, Instead I've found no meaning. I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain, All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble. Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray. I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble. It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain. How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind; Hold memory close at hand, Help me understand the years. How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell. How I wish I would save my soul. I'm so cold from fear. I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain, All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble. Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray. I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble. Far, far away; find comfort in pain. All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble. It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

Out of My Mind
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he gets me, But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string. I just need this stage to be seen. We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real. Hold my eye and know what it means. I'm out of my mind. Judging by the look on the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he gets me, But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore. I just need this stage to be seen. Won't you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real? Hold my heart and see that it bleeds. I'm out of my mind.

So Long Jimmy
I just can't believe that it's over. We were chilling out on the sofa, Digging how the guitar goes, In a song that no one knows. Did you lick that line yourself, Or did the voodoo magic help? Does everyone have a different take? Do you seem real but I seem fake? Does everyone get hypnotized by your fire? So long, Jimmy, so long. Though you only stayed a moment, We all know that you're the one. Singing, So long, Jimmy, so long. Sure we're glad for the experience, We miss you now you've gone. We're just swimming in your soul 'cause, We all wish we wrote this song. Life goes on. I'm just so relieved that it's over. We were hanging out going nowhere, Digging how the guitar goes, In a song that no one knows. Did you burn that bridge yourself, Or did the voodoo magic help? Does everyone have a different take? Are you just cool and I'm just baked? Does everyone get mesmerized by your fire? So long, Jimmy, so long. Though you only stayed a moment, We all know that you're the one. Singing, So long, Jimmy, so long. Sure we're glad for the experience, We miss you now you've gone. We're just swimming in your soul 'cause, We all wish we wrote this song. Life goes on.

Billy
's leaving today (don't know where he's going). Holds his head in disgrace (he can't escape the truth). He knows the price that he's paid. He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid. Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate. The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late. Old doors are closed but he's always open, To relive time in his mind. Oh Billy. Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going). He's got lines on his face (they tell the story of his pain). He accepts it's his fate. He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong. Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate. The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late. Old doors are closed but he's always open, To relive time in his mind. Oh Billy. Once he was a lover sleeping with another. Now he's just known as a cheat. And he wish he'd had a mirror; looked a little clearer. Seen into the eyes of the weak. Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate. The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late. Old doors are closed but he's always open, To relive time in his mind. Oh Billy.

Cry
I have seen peace. I have seen pain, Resting on the shoulders of your name. Do you see the truth through all their lies? Do you see the world through troubled eyes? And if you want to talk about it anymore, Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder, I'm a friend. I have seen birth. I have seen death. Lived to see a lover's final breath. Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright? Is the fire of hesitation burning bright? And if you want to talk about it once again, On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder. You're a friend. You and I have been through many things. I'll hold on to your heart. I wouldn't cry for anything, But don't go tearing your life apart. I have seen fear. I have seen faith. Seen the look of anger on your face. And if you want to talk about what will be, Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder, I'm a friend. And if you want to talk about it anymore, Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder, I'm a friend.

No Bravery
There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, Tears drying on their face. He has been here. Brothers lie in shallow graves. Fathers lost without a trace. A nation blind to their disgrace, Since he's been here. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. Houses burnt beyond repair. The smell of death is in the air. A woman weeping in despair says, He has been here. Tracer lighting up the sky. It's another families‚ turn to die. A child afraid to even cry out says, He has been here. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, But no one asks the question why, He has been here. Old men kneel and accept their fate. Wives and daughters cut and raped. A generation drenched in hate. Yes, he has been here. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness.

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