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gemfyreThis eczma is beyond eczma, I'm gonna go to a chemist and see what they think tomorrow before my fingers fall off. It's all gross and sore and weepy and disgusting. I just wish it would bleed!! At least blood promotes healing unlike clear weepy shit.
Today I would like to post a selection of song lyrics.
The first is a song that I guess you could say holds the honour of being the highest and longest charting song in my personal charts. I liked this song when I first heard it in 1990 and it's remained one of my faves ever since. I can just completely relate to it, and have been able to for fourteen years now.
Back and forth I sway with the wind
Resolution slips away again
Right through my fingers back into my heart
Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark
Sometimes I think I'm blind
Or I may be just paralyzed
Because the plot thickens every day
And the pieces of my puzzle keep-a crumblin' away
But I know there's a picture beneath
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens...
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together
Layin' face down on the ground
My fingers in my ears to block the sound
My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight
Anticipating the end losing the will to fight
Droplets of "yes" and "no"
In an ocean of "maybe"
From the bottom it looks like a steep incline
From the top another downhill slope of mine
But I know the equilibrium's there
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens...
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together
The second two I think are relevant in todays world of litigation and cotton wrapping children and not taking responsbility for anything you do. The first is a song I've liked since I first heard it when I was five years old.
Oh yeah
I heard about a person who had a broken heart
With nothing to drive him on, no hope, no spark, no flame
He couldn't see at all, tears, they were blinding him
He kept it all inside, guilt and all the pain
You know I said I tried to warn him
They had him backed up against the wall
I hope I'm not too late
No-one can tell you, exactly what you have got to be
You've got to stand your ground and fight to save your life
It may be hard but ooh it's the only way
Always remembering there ain't no second prize
There ain't no second prize
You know I said I tried to warn him
They had him backed up against the wall
Why can't I stand up and try to tell him
They've got me backed up against the wall
I hope I'm not too late
No-one can tell you exactly what you have got to be
You've got to stand your ground and fight to save your life
It may be hard but ooh it's the only way
Always remembering there ain't no second prize
There ain't no second prize
There ain't no second prize
The next is also from 1990. By a short bald guy covered in tattoos who was known for fronting a classic Aussie pub metal band. In more recent years he's done brilliant charity work for those at disadvantage or hardship like farmers suffering from the drought or kids with cancer. And I always wonder what his birth name was...
Life's tough, but so what? I'm alive
I've been down, seen hard times, but I survived
You know I learned my lessons
At the school of hard knocks
And I know there's more to living
Can't hold me down
Can't hold me back
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
A heart felt victory
In a warriors destiny
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
I'll fight and I'll win 'cause I'm strong
(I'm breaking the chains)
Yeah I stand tall, my head's high, now I belong
(It's easing the pain)
You know I learned my lessons
As the pain made me strong
And I know my strength is growing
I know what's right
I know what's wrong
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
A heart felt victory
In a warriors destiny
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
Oh you can't hold back the tide when it starts to turn
No you can't go back, you can't go back
It's a lesson to learn
The next is kinda weird, I've been hearing it on the radio a bit lately and just realised what a beautiful love song it really is.
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home wait for me
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely mountains gaze at the stars, at the stars
Waiting for the dawn of the day
All alone I gaze at the stars, at the stars
Dreaming of my love far away
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
The next one is just the song I always do at karaoke. :)
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant
Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family is fine
We lost touch so long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so good after
So much time
I remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Woah woah
Woah oh-oh oh-oh oh
Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies
And the king and the queen of the prom
Riding around with the car top down and the radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive.
Woah woah
Woah oh-oh oh-oh
Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75
When they decided thier marriage would be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know that you're much too lazy and Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life."
Oh but there we were waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Woah woah
Woah oh-oh oh-oh
Well they got an apartment with deep pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought with the bread
They had saved for a couple of years
They started to fight when the money got tight
But they just didn't count on the tears
No-oh no-oh
Well they lived for a while in a very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter of course
And they parted the closest of friends
Then the king and the queen went back to the green
But you can never go back there again
No-oh no-oh
Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to the greasers
The best they could do was pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both find a way to get by
Oh and that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more than I told you already
And here we are waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Woah oh woah oh
Woah oh-oh oh-oh oh
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian restaurant
And the last thing on my agenda for the day. The Trading Post/Catfights, because they are intrinsically related. The mob mentality there has long remind me of these guys...
"Cyber Sisters are an extremely fierce confederation of fighting females who act something like a shrill Greek chorus, echoing and amplifying one another's voice until their foes retreat in disarray. They are generally leaderless, but anyone who challenges one Cyber Sister can expect to be savagely attacked by the others. Only the most powerful and battle-hardened of Warriors is strong enough to weather a Cyber Sisters attack."
Again, people are leaving because they can't stand to see any hostility whatsoever. Bah, if you wanna live in a cotton lined room go ahead. Many people say "I think I'll sell my collection and leave this community." I don't get this. My collection and the people in the MLP community aren't entwined. If I decide not to associate with other collectors does that automatically mean I can't keep my collection or something? It's a bizarre mentality that I don't get. A lot of people "take a break" from pony collecting because it stresses them out. I take a break because I can't afford the money or space for them. I still read the boards however. If anything my pre-occupation with the boards has taken my attention away from actual collecting. The people fascinate me more than the toy. I don't think I would ever leave the TP unless I like went overseas for years or suddenly decided I was gonna go back to the grassroots and throw my computer out of a window. Certainly not because "people here are mean". *blows raspberry*
Today I would like to post a selection of song lyrics.
The first is a song that I guess you could say holds the honour of being the highest and longest charting song in my personal charts. I liked this song when I first heard it in 1990 and it's remained one of my faves ever since. I can just completely relate to it, and have been able to for fourteen years now.
Back and forth I sway with the wind
Resolution slips away again
Right through my fingers back into my heart
Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark
Sometimes I think I'm blind
Or I may be just paralyzed
Because the plot thickens every day
And the pieces of my puzzle keep-a crumblin' away
But I know there's a picture beneath
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens...
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together
Layin' face down on the ground
My fingers in my ears to block the sound
My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight
Anticipating the end losing the will to fight
Droplets of "yes" and "no"
In an ocean of "maybe"
From the bottom it looks like a steep incline
From the top another downhill slope of mine
But I know the equilibrium's there
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens...
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together
The second two I think are relevant in todays world of litigation and cotton wrapping children and not taking responsbility for anything you do. The first is a song I've liked since I first heard it when I was five years old.
Oh yeah
I heard about a person who had a broken heart
With nothing to drive him on, no hope, no spark, no flame
He couldn't see at all, tears, they were blinding him
He kept it all inside, guilt and all the pain
You know I said I tried to warn him
They had him backed up against the wall
I hope I'm not too late
No-one can tell you, exactly what you have got to be
You've got to stand your ground and fight to save your life
It may be hard but ooh it's the only way
Always remembering there ain't no second prize
There ain't no second prize
You know I said I tried to warn him
They had him backed up against the wall
Why can't I stand up and try to tell him
They've got me backed up against the wall
I hope I'm not too late
No-one can tell you exactly what you have got to be
You've got to stand your ground and fight to save your life
It may be hard but ooh it's the only way
Always remembering there ain't no second prize
There ain't no second prize
There ain't no second prize
The next is also from 1990. By a short bald guy covered in tattoos who was known for fronting a classic Aussie pub metal band. In more recent years he's done brilliant charity work for those at disadvantage or hardship like farmers suffering from the drought or kids with cancer. And I always wonder what his birth name was...
Life's tough, but so what? I'm alive
I've been down, seen hard times, but I survived
You know I learned my lessons
At the school of hard knocks
And I know there's more to living
Can't hold me down
Can't hold me back
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
A heart felt victory
In a warriors destiny
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
I'll fight and I'll win 'cause I'm strong
(I'm breaking the chains)
Yeah I stand tall, my head's high, now I belong
(It's easing the pain)
You know I learned my lessons
As the pain made me strong
And I know my strength is growing
I know what's right
I know what's wrong
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
A heart felt victory
In a warriors destiny
Bound for glory
Oh we're bound for glory
Oh you can't hold back the tide when it starts to turn
No you can't go back, you can't go back
It's a lesson to learn
The next is kinda weird, I've been hearing it on the radio a bit lately and just realised what a beautiful love song it really is.
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home wait for me
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely mountains gaze at the stars, at the stars
Waiting for the dawn of the day
All alone I gaze at the stars, at the stars
Dreaming of my love far away
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
The next one is just the song I always do at karaoke. :)
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant
Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family is fine
We lost touch so long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so good after
So much time
I remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Woah woah
Woah oh-oh oh-oh oh
Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies
And the king and the queen of the prom
Riding around with the car top down and the radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive.
Woah woah
Woah oh-oh oh-oh
Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75
When they decided thier marriage would be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know that you're much too lazy and Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life."
Oh but there we were waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Woah woah
Woah oh-oh oh-oh
Well they got an apartment with deep pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought with the bread
They had saved for a couple of years
They started to fight when the money got tight
But they just didn't count on the tears
No-oh no-oh
Well they lived for a while in a very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter of course
And they parted the closest of friends
Then the king and the queen went back to the green
But you can never go back there again
No-oh no-oh
Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to the greasers
The best they could do was pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both find a way to get by
Oh and that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more than I told you already
And here we are waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Woah oh woah oh
Woah oh-oh oh-oh oh
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian restaurant
And the last thing on my agenda for the day. The Trading Post/Catfights, because they are intrinsically related. The mob mentality there has long remind me of these guys...
"Cyber Sisters are an extremely fierce confederation of fighting females who act something like a shrill Greek chorus, echoing and amplifying one another's voice until their foes retreat in disarray. They are generally leaderless, but anyone who challenges one Cyber Sister can expect to be savagely attacked by the others. Only the most powerful and battle-hardened of Warriors is strong enough to weather a Cyber Sisters attack."
Again, people are leaving because they can't stand to see any hostility whatsoever. Bah, if you wanna live in a cotton lined room go ahead. Many people say "I think I'll sell my collection and leave this community." I don't get this. My collection and the people in the MLP community aren't entwined. If I decide not to associate with other collectors does that automatically mean I can't keep my collection or something? It's a bizarre mentality that I don't get. A lot of people "take a break" from pony collecting because it stresses them out. I take a break because I can't afford the money or space for them. I still read the boards however. If anything my pre-occupation with the boards has taken my attention away from actual collecting. The people fascinate me more than the toy. I don't think I would ever leave the TP unless I like went overseas for years or suddenly decided I was gonna go back to the grassroots and throw my computer out of a window. Certainly not because "people here are mean". *blows raspberry*
