Here are a few new ones, well, actually, really, really old ones. These are all from a bbs called Imagination is Power.. a real, honest to god WWiV BBS, sadly now gone the way of the dodo. Maybe I should write some internet BBS software. I keep thinking about this, and the more I think about it, the more fun it sounds like.
Baby didn't know what she wanted Now she never will Baby didn't see the world unfolding Now she lies unseeing still Baby didn't know how to let out her pain Now she's up against a wall Baby didn't know where to run Now she's going to fall There's a dam gonna break There's a fire in the night There's a spark of life dying There's a fade from black to white Baby didn't know how to cry Now she'll never laugh again Baby didn't really want to die But she saw no way to win There's a dam gonna break The wall's gotta come down There's a spark of life dying There's pain all around Baby didn't know how to let go Baby couldn't cry Baby just lost control Now Baby's gonna die Baby always wanted to be happy But she never quite learned why Now she lies there; broken; bleeding Baby's gonna die There's a dam gonna break, there's a fire burning low The tears are coming now But it's too late to gain control There's a dam gonna break There's a soul about to fly There's a heart gonna bleed There's a girl I love gonna die Baby never learned to let go Now she's gone for good Baby always told me she'd tell me everything I never believed she would.
This was always one of my favorites, and looking back, I'm not sure why.
There is a burst of static, and our world will drop away Let's reach for tomorrow, and let's avoid that old cliche You can be too old to barry manilow, but say goodbye to yesterday Fade to black Through tearstained eyes this world still looks much the same Pulling off fairfax parkway, being whipped by the rain I can tell myself I'm not crying, and I won't take the blame Fade to black Onrush of emotions, onrush of goodbyes Let's do the letter of the law, and hows this for a disguise I can handle leaving people now, oh, please believe that lie Fade to black The engine's running hot tonight, I can smell it in my mind Needles sweep slowly across the scale, time is not unkind The second hand still marks what are now hours of evil time Fade to black Were that I had the words to touch exactly how I felt today Were that I could handle the pain, or at least deal with it some other way Were that this would end, and I could just pushand fade away Fade to black But my bike screams on, through miles of dusty road Those orange kites of construction signs, the trucks bearing 'wide load' I'll be there come tomorrow, but today I'm on my own Fade to black The asphalt knows loneliness and what it's like to sing songs in the rain But there will be no blazes of glory for me, I've got to live with this pain The needle sweeps past forty, cars passing me look with disdain Fade to black And here I am alone for the fourth consecutive night I'm alone because my thoughts have left me to wallow in pity, right? Maybe I deserve this, so just turn out the light Fade to black Light a single candle before you curse the dark My headlight's getting dimmer, and I think I'm losing the spark The needle points at 'O' now.. a number they forgot to mark Fade to black Listen to the engine sing it's redline song in vain I'm not about to cut the throttle, though the machine screams in pain I need this speed, I need this thrill, I need this insignificant gain Fade to black The needle finds its way to T, and locks there, stuck fast I can go no faster, I've found my limits at long last The world won't stop spinning, mommy, she keeps going past Fade to black And the engine sings its song again, and this time I relent Let go of the throttle, the world slows and this feeling I reinvent There's a final sense of loss as we drop past 35 Fade to black, sometimes happy to be alive.
Hrm. I was in an odd mood for this one. But I kind of like it. You have to understand much of this was written YEARS ago.
My house was hit by lightning last week In seconds, bits of silicon were eaten away From each of my four computers, Data vanished into thin air I wonder where that data went, or if I'll find it someday hiding underneath the couch playing, perchance, solitaire? The guy at the computer store said "Your hard drive is smoked" Smoked what? Maybe a joint? And if so, are my english reports mellow? My computer was always too hyper Pouncing on every damaged floppy with a (A)bort, (R)etry, (F)uck it. Now maybe, having been smoked, it will have learned to settle down drop out of TURBO, say things like (A)bort, (R)etry, (D)on't worry, be happy or maybe it will learn to BS a little Make up data when it can't find it Imagine, no more CORRUPTED FAT errors It'll just make up something like say 190 lbs. That's pretty fat for a 386. And maybe it'll learn to XON-XOFF like a genuine clapper. or perhaps it'll just handshake the old fashioned, manual, pump up and down way Maybe it will loosen up a little let me plug a male to a male this homophobia in computers must cease and desist. It's deplorable Maybe it will even forgive me for that time I called it a stupid little no brain IBlamer when it barfed all over my 20 page paper Yep, lightning hit my computer and the tech guy said it was smoked maybe it will mellow out and believe in both ones and zeros and shades of gray. (.05?)
You say time heals all things From broken hearts to broken wings From downed nets to empty shores From memories of pain to fields of war I say time turns all to rust Turns wood to ashes and dreams to dust Etching away as the clock strikes again Time will take all we have away, be where we've been You say time shows all views Opens minds to wonders, thoughts, and truths I say time sets all in their ways Time turns tomorrow into yesterday Time will etch your memory free Time will take my burning youth Time will set me to another dream Time will show the ultimate truth As time burns and our thoughts reply No stranger, time, to you or I And if with time all our dreams die Another world will be born And those naive children in the setting sun Who think that in time all battles can be won Will see that there is another view That in time all battles matter naught to you So if time turns and faces recall And if dreams hit that all too solid steel wall And entropy brings us again to meet our fate Maybe time will etch the reins of hate If time brings tears to the faces of clowns And time brings entire cities to the ground Then time brings flowers and tress and youth To build again on the foundations of truth For where man has stood and looked before Man will again stand and scan the shore And where my cynical eyes draw dim The eyes of the new generation will begin Time.Originally written for Jabby.
Well, we're living a lot through time gone by We're all either too strong or too weak to cry None of us know what to do when our world falls down Look at a million pieces when it hits the ground Don't turn away Stand and watch me cry Be a silent witness as the years roll by clocks marking paces Miles we runt through time memories are rough poetry the words don't always have to rhyme Perhaps you know me I'm the lucky one Jumped over the edge last night Still staring at the sun Now my world a mere illusion My reality had to fall Now I stare worldess From the cold dark wallAnd, another one.
Can you handle the illusary darkness When reality fades to black Can you find another tomorrow when today turns it's everpresent back Do you understand the difference between dreams that can and can't be made real can you see the dawn of forever and has it changed the way you feel when you think you've found enough and even to yourself your shallowness shows don't you know that in the twighlight enough morphs, enough changes, enough grows can't you understand my fear and don't I have something to be scared about come sit with me in my house away from reality and let the words just tumble outHome Me Pics Links