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Other Topics => Creative Endeavors => Topic started by: PIBby on February 06, 2005, 04:41:43 pm
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You say you don't mean it, but anything can change.
It's been only two years now and I'm stuck here,
Waiting for something different that reminds me of you.
And Fridays won't be the same for two weeks or until you drink again.
But Lent is on its way, and I thought March air would bring a new breath to inhale.
(Cigarette smoke's outlining your name and embarassing the clocks.)
So how can you reject someone who tells you they love you?
It's nothing that it seems, but you didn't mean it; it's still not the same.
Push back your hair, tell you he means it,
But nothing will kill that fact that we're both so insecure.
To sum it up, all I really want is for you to be happy.
And you can say what you want,
But I know you more than you know yourself.
Let him push your hair behind your ears and touch your face.
And stare at you for hours,
Because regardless if he's stoned, he'll still love you.
And so will I, but even ten hits won't let that be known.
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You say you don't mean it, but anything can change.
It's been only two years now and I'm stuck here,
Waiting for something different that reminds me of you.
And Fridays won't be the same for two weeks or until you drink again.
But Lent is on its way, and I thought March air would bring a new breath to inhale.
(Cigarette smoke's outlining your name and embarassing the clocks.)
So how can you reject someone who tells you they love you?
It's nothing that it seems, but you didn't mean it; it's still not the same.
Push back your hair, tell you he means it,
But nothing will kill that fact that we're both so insecure.
To sum it up, all I really want is for you to be happy.
And you can say what you want,
But I know you more than you know yourself.
Let him push your hair behind your ears and touch your face.
And stare at you for hours,
Because regardless if he's stoned, he'll still love you.
And so will I, but even ten hits won't let that be known.
Looks like Dido's lyrics
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To which song of hers? I'd just like to read them.
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To which song of hers? I'd just like to read them.
Nah. Afterglow just saw the words "Stoned" and Dido has a song called "Stoned", so he thought Dido. Your poems are actually nothing really like Dido's songs. You have your own style, and you know I love that style! This is awesome.
http://www.cafepress.com/cecespoems
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i love it cece, you are awesome. i can never say enough good stuff about your writing.
and i miss talking to you! our conversation the other night was awesome :-)
kelley
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Thanks dogs
And I miss you too, Kelley.
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To which song of hers? I'd just like to read them.
Nah. Afterglow just saw the words "Stoned" and Dido has a song called "Stoned", so he thought Dido. Your poems are actually nothing really like Dido's songs. You have your own style, and you know I love that style! This is awesome.
http://www.cafepress.com/cecespoems
I was thinking in the HURRY HOME lyrics...
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I've been drinking
Kinda celebrating
'Cos I've been thinking
About my baby
I've been lonely
Kinda empty
Sleeping where ghosts
Don't find their home
Oh, what a day for a daydreamer
Spend my time thinking how lucky I am
'Cos I love everything about you
And have I told you how wonderful I think you are?
So hurry home, hurry home to me
So hurry home, hurry home to me
I've been smoking
Kinda contemplating
Doing nothing
But that's alright with me
It's amazing
That I'm not crazy
So much waiting
But I know you'll come around
Oh what a night for a light sleeper
Spend my time thinking how lucky I am
'Cos I love everything about you
And have I told you how wonderful I think you are?
So hurry home, hurry home to me
So hurry home, hurry home to me
does anyone see a resemblance :?
great work Cece mon ami de Francais :thumbsup:
lent is coming up...sheesh it seems like we just celebrated his birth yesterday.
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I've been drinking
Kinda celebrating
'Cos I've been thinking
About my baby
I've been lonely
Kinda empty
Sleeping where ghosts
Don't find their home
Oh, what a day for a daydreamer
Spend my time thinking how lucky I am
'Cos I love everything about you
And have I told you how wonderful I think you are?
So hurry home, hurry home to me
So hurry home, hurry home to me
I've been smoking
Kinda contemplating
Doing nothing
But that's alright with me
It's amazing
That I'm not crazy
So much waiting
But I know you'll come around
Oh what a night for a light sleeper
Spend my time thinking how lucky I am
'Cos I love everything about you
And have I told you how wonderful I think you are?
So hurry home, hurry home to me
So hurry home, hurry home to me
does anyone see a resemblance :?
great work Cece mon ami de Francais :thumbsup:
lent is coming up...sheesh it seems like we just celebrated his birth yesterday.
Yup I see a resemblance
And that's unique...
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Scotty, tu es mon frere francais, mais tu es anglais et dans angleterre. ;)
Anyway, the only similitaries are the whole smoking-cliche with all the songs. Dido's seems to be about having intoxicated sex, and the other one about someone smoking to cope with his or her loss. Mine has to do with seeing someone I love in a relationship that's perfect for both people, except for the fact that I'm not included.
Bleh . . . Fish fries.
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Scotty, tu es mon frere francais, mais tu es anglais et dans angleterre. ;)
Anyway, the only similitaries are the whole smoking-cliche with all the songs. Dido's seems to be about having intoxicated sex, and the other one about someone smoking to cope with his or her loss. Mine has to do with seeing someone I love in a relationship that's perfect for both people, except for the fact that I'm not included.
Bleh . . . Fish fries.
not you too (http://forums.deltagoodrem.com/style_emoticons/default/cryer.gif)
when will you Américains learn :P
Je ne suis pas Anglais, je suis Écossais! GDI! J'habite à Glasgow en Écosse.
Britiain is The United Kingdom...A United Nation
(http://img184.exs.cx/img184/8260/greatbritainmap1ko.png)
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C'est frais pour parler français
J'aime des paroles écrites ici dans le comité
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Oui . . . Je d'accord . . . Tu n'es pas anglais. Je ne suis pas anglais aussi. Je suis americaine. :/ C'est stupide!
Bleh, fracais . . . oui, c'est frais parler francais. J'aime les Francaises.
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I really like this poem. I hope whoever inspired this poem has read it and got some inspiration themselves.
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Pardon, mais je n'aime pas le francais! J'egoiste ^_^.
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(http://img184.exs.cx/img184/8260/greatbritainmap1ko.png)
SOME OTHER NATION!?!
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Tu n'aime pas les Francais, pourquoi?
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(http://img184.exs.cx/img184/8260/greatbritainmap1ko.png)
SOME OTHER NATION!?!
Yes, you know, the one known for sheep and dirt. :D
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/weetbixkid35/england.jpg)