Sky cracks open...

Jack Davenport

Jack Davenport

Sky cracks open The walls falling through the floor

Just as well to keep it A guessing game in store
You're with me now, will be again Other points in between

And the cruel, cruel mornings Turn to days of swim or sink
If living right is easy, what goes wrong You're causing it to drown

Didn't want to turn that way You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now You're causing it to drown

Silence knows, can't drown a heart
Happenstance is falling Through the cracks each day Too close now to change it Fool's gold is lighter anyway
When in doubt, move on, no need to sort it out You're with me now, will be again

Other points in between And I want to find the right side of you
If living right is easy, what goes wrong You're causing it to drown Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart
When in doubt, move on, no need to sort it out You're with me now, will be again Other points in between And I want to find the right side of you
If living right is easy, what goes wrong You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart

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...And god himself will reach his fucking arm through
Just to push you down
Just to hold you down
Stuck in this hole with the **** and the ****
And it's hard to believe it could come down to this
Back at the beginning
Sinking
Spinning

And in the end
We still pretend
The time we spend
Not knowing when
You're finally free
And you could be
But it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
It didn't turn out quite the way that you wanted it

Now you know
This is what it feels like
Now you know
This is what it feels like

You can try to stop it but it keeps on coming
 
How to fight loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine you teeth till meaningless
Sharpen them with lies
And whatever's going down Will follow you around
That's how you fight loneliness You laugh at every joke
Drag your blanket blindly
And fill your heart with smoke
And the first thing that you want Will be the last thing you ever need
That's how you fight it
 
Well we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone


Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my ******
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone


I got a freaky old lady
Name a ******* Katie
Who embroid'ries on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey haired *****
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

Chorus

We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone


Chorus x2
 
There is nothing to see here people keep moving on
Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone
No one cares when the show is done

Standing in line and its cold and you want to go
Remember a joke so you turn around
There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself


I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts
She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself
Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground
I try to whisper, so no one figures it out
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain
Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,
Gripping tightly to something that they will never own

And those by themselves by choice or by some reward
No mistakes only now you're bored
This is the time of your life but you just can't tell
 
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
left its seed while I was ********.

And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains,
within the sound of silence,
the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp.

When my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light,
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence,
the sound of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made.
Fools! said I, You do not know,
silence like a cancer grows.

And in the naked light I saw,
ten thousand people maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
people hearing without listening.

System check
Neon Black

And the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.
The words of the prophets were written on the subway walls,
and tenement halls,
(and whisper)
in the sound of silence,
the sounds of silence,
the sounds of silence,
the sound.

'Fools' said I, You do not know,
silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
take my arms that I might reach you.
 
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn of
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them it's insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like veneer
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man "

As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

edit: the motherfucking piece of **** autolink garbage even managed to destroy a Bob Dylan lyric.
 
early in the morning
just open my eyes
can't see if reality
going on this side

the sun is up
make me feel ill
i feel sore
tears gonna spill
 
There once was a boy named Peter Pan
Who lived in a world called Never Land
He defied gravity flying all around
with happy thoughts to lift him off the ground

He went to battle with Captain Hook
Who lost his hand while Peter did not look

There was an epic ***** fight
each put in all their might
Peter overpowered the mono mano man
Who fell to his death according to plan
Landing in the ocean the man was eaten
By a crocodile death to the defeated

Peter watched the frightful scene
the water turning red his face turning green
The image began to haunt his dreams
the man screaming in agony and pain
A life was ended on that day

Something strange happened the next morning
Peter Pan found he couldn't fly anymore
Haunted by the scene of the pain and the gore
He was terrain bound to the floor
Now he wanders Never Land
By foot by boat nothing is planned
Trying to shake the image from his head
Which follows him until the song ends
 
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little sir john sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til midsummer's day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little sir john's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath on poor john barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little sir john and the nut brown bowl and he's brandy in the glass
And little sir john and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn.
 
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they ***** my ****, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, and the wind began to howl.
 
ApolloBalboa said:
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they ***** my ****, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, and the wind began to howl.
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Just put that on my cell, Jimi's music and Bobbies' lyrics. Never never gets old.
 
If you're down in Acuna and you ain't up to being alone
Don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown.
Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home.

They all call her her "puta" 'cause no one really knows her name.
She works the cantina, dancin' and a-lovin's her trade.
Her **** was Mez'can and her ***** was the ace of spades.

Oh, let's drive that old Chrysler down to Mexico, boy.
Said, keep your hands on the wheel there.
Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it?
Now, ya got it! Hand me another one of them brews from back there.
Oh, this is gonna be so good.

Mm, she's hot as a pepper but smooth as a Mexican brew.
So head for the border and put in an order or two.
The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you.

Oh, one more time,
Can you roll me another Bull Durham, please?
Can't you do it with one hand, boy?
 
Fire one up and toss one down
Everybody knows you been downtown
Been downtown late last night
Busted your head in a barroom fight
Fightin' with your *******, fightin' with your wife
Seems you been fightin' every day of your life
Can't stand still, still can't run
You put it all together but it come undone

Your soul is junk, your brain is dust
All your memories eaten up with rust
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark
You love the night but you **** the dark
Your ******, *****, little ****** too
Told you a secret they were countin' on you
You were dyin' to tell but your *** said ***
Button your lip but it come undone

So they turned you out when you turned them in
Told you don't come back again
The years stack up like old **** cans
Dead end jobs, payment plans
Broke down trucks, welfare checks
***** support and back-seat sex
You'd **** yourself but you hocked your ***
Built a noose but it come undone

Now you're livin' in a shack but you wanna be rich
And you would if it wasn't for the sonofabitch
The sonofabitch, the dirty old whore
Butcher, the baker and the grocery store
You **** them, they **** you
What in the world are you gonna do?
It ain't your fault but they need someone
To blame it on when it come undone

Well the storm's comin' in, the sky's turned black
It's too late now, you can't turn back
Lightnin' strikes on the telephone wire
You're ***** as a skunk, the shack's on fire
The wife took the baby and the other two ****
The dogs are a-howlin' and the chickens are dead
It's your last night out, you're gonna have fun
They'll read it in the papers when you come undone
 
Burst into heaven, kissing the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat, I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head, looking down on me above
Send me home like an elephant stone, to smash my ***** of love
Dreaming till the sun goes down, and night turns into day
Rooms are empty I've got plenty, you could move in right away

It seems like there's a hole
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams

Down through the heavens, ***** on the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat, I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head, looking down on me above
Send me home like an elephant stone, to smash my ***** of love
Did your bed and bookshelf go, and run run run away
These four walls saw the rise and fall and your midnight getaway

Seems like there's a hole
In my dreams
Or so it seems
Yet nothing means anything
Anymore

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Patrick_S said:
edit: the motherfucking piece of **** autolink garbage even managed to destroy a Bob Dylan lyric.
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Why didn't you use your edit to place "[nobabe]Mona Lisa[/nobabe]" in NOBABE tags? Well, I'm guessing because nobody told you about the NOBABE tags. They really need to be broadcasted loudly somewhere. There's a fucking minefield of triggers, some of which have caught me out :

"[nobabe]green eyes[/nobabe]" - Green Eyes
"[nobabe]the voice[/nobabe]" - The Voice
"[nobabe]baby blue[/nobabe]" - Baby Blue
"[nobabe]brown sugar[/nobabe]" - Brown Sugar
"[nobabe]sweet sugar[/nobabe]" - Sweet Sugar
"[nobabe]little red[/nobabe]" - Little Red
"[nobabe]little troublemaker[/nobabe]" - Little Troublemaker
"[nobabe]sweet baby[/nobabe]" - Sweet Baby
"[nobabe]baby cakes[/nobabe]" - Baby Cakes

You know, if you were ever compelled to write "[nobabe]baby cakes[/nobabe]" in a post for whatever reason. It fries my brain that a simple everyday phrase like "[nobabe]the voice[/nobabe]" launches a babe link and yet Kayden Kross still doesn't.
 
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