Memorable Lyrics

This is my page to fill with whatever lyrics I find fit for the mood I’m feeling at the moments when I visit my blog, which is quite frequent.
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The Starting Line-Leaving 

Please don’t leave me without saying goodbye,
without saying goodbye.

You and I, cold February night
It’s been a half an hour
Taking sweet time saying our goodbyes
One minute more, GO!!!

The best day of my life is all thanks to you
Precious remembrance saved for rainy days or February
Few scenes from my life or moments mean more to me than our fine nights,
I remember like yesterday, the time of my life.

Please don’t leave me without saying goodbye.
without saying goodbye
Please don’t leave me without saying goodbye
without saying goodbye
Let’s travel back in time.

2-12-99 at the stroke of midnight
Holding you tight, your body and mine, in February

Few scenes from my life or moments mean more to me than our fine nights,
I remember like yesterday, the time of my life

Please don’t leave me without saying goodbye.
without saying goodbyeHot Hot Heat – Get In, Or Get Out

He never thought that he would leave so soon.
Passed out in May, but then woke up June hanging over July.
Security! Security!
Beware: the cost of living is a one way fare.
I’m pulling the alarm, so get in or get out.
His polyester sticks out in the crowd.
It’s true, there is such a thing as too loud -but I won’t let him know.
White lipstick smeared upon my bathroom mirror.
He stuck me with the bill -but I don’t care.
Ugly or pretty, it’s still my city.
Make up your mind and get in or get out!
Say what you will, but get in or get out!
We never thought that he would leave this town.
We always that he would hang around getting old with the rest.
Jean jackets folded on his closet shelf.
The weather begs for leather coats… Ah well.

Placebo – Nancy Boy

Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful ass.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.

Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.

Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we’re a couple, when our bodies double.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she’s universal,
spinnin’ me round she’s coming over me.

The Dresden Dolls – First Orgasm

It is a Thursday
I get up early
It is a challenge
I’m usually lazy

I make some coffee
I eat some rice chex
And then I sit down
To check my inbox

I only read a word or two
I stare across the street and see the churches and the blue

The first orgasm of the morning
Is cold and hard as hell
There won’t be any second coming
As far as I can tell

I arch my back cause
I’m very close now
It’s very cold here
By the window

There are some school kids
Yelling and running
I barely notice
That I am cumming

The first orgasm of the morning
Is like a fire drill
It’s nice to have a little warning
But not enjoyable

I am too busy to have friends
A lover would just complicate my plans
So I will never look for love again
I’m taking matters into my own hands

I think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me
I think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me
Won’t you hold me, won’t you hold me

Bright Eyes – Drunk Kid Catholics

The drunk kids, the catholics
They’re all about the same
They’re waiting for something
Hoping to be saved

Well I have been happy the past couple days
Just thinking of the women who’ve taken your place
And every night I think I certaintly won’t ever sleep sober or alone
And then suddenly it occurs to me
I’ve slept alone before you

And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand
And convince myself to lay back down again
I’m gonna lay back down, I’m gonna lay back down again

The drunk kids, the catholics
They’re all about the same
They’re waiting for something
Hoping to be saved

The drunk kids, the catholics
They’re all about the same
They’re waiting for something
Hoping to be saved

The drunk kids, the catholics
They’re all about the same
They’re waiting for something
Hoping to be saved

They crawl from the oceans
To paint in the caves
But I’m working all weekend
I need to get paid

Beth Hart – Bottle of Jesus

I got my wine and cigarettes
These twenty cents is all I got left
Don’t bother me, I’m trying to swim
I guess I’ll lay around all day
Sit back and smile just fade away.
A drunk yard dog is what I am

Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody’s waiting to save me

I know my neighbors wish I’d die
I’m much too loud when I get high
I think I’ll send around some pie
I’ll spike that dish with a touch of herb
It’ll numb their lips
And soothe their nerves
I’ll build my kingdom on the curb

Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody’s waiting to save me

Be it rain or shine
I’ll get high like summertime.
It’s an All-Americana party time
Tell that landlord man
I’ll kick that bastard like a can

It’s an All-Americana party time
I don’t listen to rules or Gospel
They’re just trying to shut me up.
Call me the master of ‘ole misfortune
A weasel a weaselin’ away.
Dear Lord, hold the sight.
Oh Lord, gonna set me free.

Death Cab For Cutie – Tiny Vessels

This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don’t.
You touch her skin and then you think,
That she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.

I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
And she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking,
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings,
and every bite I gave you left a mark

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn’t want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day

All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask “Is something wrong?”
I think “You’re damn right there is but we can’t talk about it now.
No, we can’t talk about it now.”

So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me

Beth Hart – Leave The Light On

I seen myself with a dirty face,
I cut my luck with a dirty ace.
I leave the light on,
I leave that light on.
I went from zero to minus ten.
I drank your wine, then
I stole your man.
I leave the light on,
I leave that light on.

Daddy ain’t that bad he just plays rough.
I ain’t that scarred when I’m covered up.
I leave the light on, I leave that light on.
Little girl hiding underneath the bed.
Was it something I did?
Must be something I said.
I leave the light on, better leave the light on.

I wanna love.
I wanna live.
I don’t know much about it.
I never did.

17 and I’m all messed up inside.
I cut myself just to feel alive.
I leave the light on,
I leave that light on.
21 on the run, on the run,
from myself, from myself and everyone.
I leave the light on,
Better leave the light on.

Cause I wanna love.
And I wanna live.
I don’t know much about it,
and I never did.

I don’t know what to do, can the damage be undone?
I swore to God that I’d never be what I’ve become.

Lucky stars and fairy tales,
I’m gonna bathe myself in a wishin’ well.
Pretty scars from cigarettes,
I never will forget, I never will forget.

I’m still afraid to be alone.
Wish that moon would follow me home.
I leave the light on,
I leave that light on.
I ain’t that bad I’m just messed up.
I ain’t that sad but I’m sad enough.

Cause I wanna love.
And I wanna live.
I don’t know much about it,
and I never did.
I don’t know what to do, can the damage be undone?
I swore to God that I’d never be what I’ve become.

I leave that light, I leave that light, I leave that light on.

God bless the child with the dirty face, who cuts her luck with a dirty ace.
She leaves the light on.
I leave that light on.

The Dresden Dolls – My Alcoholic Friends

I’m counting back the number of the stripes
It took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend
I’m getting out of time
Another proof that I got home with my imagination
If they find the body in the basement
In the very house that she was raised in

I’m counting down
The number of the times
So when we get the sign from god
I’ll be the first to call

Well I’m taking back the number of the beast
‘Cause six is not a pretty number
Eight or three are definitely better
Eight is for the address on the letter
To my alcoholic friends

I’m trying hard not to be ashamed
Not to know the name of who is waking up beside me
Or the date, the season or the city
But at least the ceiling’s very pretty
And if you are holding it against me

I’ll be on my best behaviour
Taking shots for mother nature
Once my fist is in the cupboard
Love is never falling over

Should I choose a noble occupation?
If I did I’d only show up late and
And they would stare at me with hatred
Plus, my only natural talents wasted
My alcoholic friends
My alcoholic friends
The party’s never over
My alcoholic friends