Favorite part in the song

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
 
Lovers forever face to face, my city your mountain, stay with me stay. I need you to love me, I need you today. Give to me your leather, take from me my lace.
 
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy is spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right

And which is an illusion


:wub:
 
Jesus it's cold, must be a million below. Nowhere to go, and the snow still falling. Everything's gone white, still nothing looks bright. There's no signs of daylight, every day is like an eternal night.
 
Originally posted by Chiseledtoe@May 2 2006, 11:48 PM
"Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Comin' quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time"

From "THE BAD TOUCH"- The Bloodhound Gang
i liove that song
 
Did you get my other letters?
Sometimes I think I oughta call
'Cause you know I often wonder
If you open them at all
Every couple nights or so
You know you pop into my dreams
I just can't get rid of you
Like you got rid of me
Oh, but I send my best
'Cause God knows you've seen my worst.

- Ben Folds :heart:
 
That's my favorite Ben Folds song, reminds me of West Palm Beach. :wub:


The Cuervo Gold, the fine Colombian, make tonight a wonderful thing.
 
No marigolds in the promised land, there's a hole in the ground where they used to grow. Any man left on the Rio Grande is the king of the world as far as I know.
 
So fucking sexy, you're a sexy fuck. So fucking sexy, y o u ' r e a s e x y f u c k.
 
Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence. Narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence.
 
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