Beautiful Song Lyrics

The Cure, Disintegration
oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the shameless
kiss of vanity, the soft and the black and the
velvety, up tight against the side of me. and
mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in
thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it
starts the need to just let go my party piece.
oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the aching kiss
before i feed the stench of a love for a younger
meat, and the sound that it makes when it cuts
in deep, the holding up on bended knees, the
addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts
the need to just let go my party piece.
but i never said i would stay to the end. so i
leave you with babies and hoping for frequency,
screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy.
screaming me over and over and over. i leave
you with photographs, pictures of trickery,
stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery,
songs about happiness murmured in dreams,
when we both us knew how the ending would
be...
so it's all come back round to breaking apart
again, breaking apart like i'm made up of glass
again, making it up behind my back again,
holding my breath for the fear of sleep again,
holding it up behind my head again ,cut in deep
to the heart of the bone again, round and round
and round and it's coming apart again over and
over and over
now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces, i'll
pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone
crying for sympathy. crocodile cry for the love
of the crowd and the three cheers from
everyone. dropping through sky through the
glass of the roof, through the roof of your mouth,
through the mouth of your eye, through the eye
of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to
heaven than ever feel whole again
i never said i would stay to the end i knew i
would leave you with babies and everything
screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
screaming me over and over and over i leave
you with photographs pictures of trickery
stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
songs about
happiness murmured in dreams when we both
of us knew how the end always is...
how the end always is...

Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what'll you do now my darling young one ?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'

Paul Simon, Hazy Shade of Winter
Time, time, time. See what's become of me while I looked around for
my possibilities.
I was so hard to please. Look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is
a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's bound to be a
better ride than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand and look around. Leaves are brown and
the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say. But if
your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them
again. Look around. The grass is high, the fields are ripe, it's the
springtime of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't
you stop and remember me at any convenient time? Funny how my
memory skips looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around. Leaves are brown, and the
sky is a hazy shade of winter

The Beatles, She’s Leaving Home
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her
handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
She (We gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me
She (We never though of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade
She (What did we do that was wrong)
Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years. Bye, Bye

Roger Waters, Go Fishing
As cars go by, I cast my mind's eye over back packs on roof racks, beyond the horizon where
dream makers working white plastic processors invite the unwary to reach for the pie in the
sky. Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring with a trunk full of books about everything - about solar devices and
how nice natural childbirth is.
We cut down some trees and we trailed our ideals through the forest glade. We dammed up
the stream and the kids cooled their heels in the fishing pool we'd made. We held hands, and
we exchanged bands, and we practically lived off the land.
You adopted a fox cub, whose mother was somebody's coat. You fed him by hand and then
snuggled him down by the grandfather bed while I wrote. We grew our own maize and I only
occasionally went into town to stock up on antibiotics and shells for the shotgun that I kept
around. I told the kids stories while you worked your loom and the sun went down sooner
each day.
Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday and gets two presents Daddy...come on dad Eeyore
the old grey donkey stood by the side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water.
"Pathetic," he said, "That's what it is" "Good morning Eeyore" said Pooh "Oh" said Pooh, He
thought for a long time
The leaves all fell down. Our crops all turned brown. It was over. As the first snowflakes fell, I
realized all was not well in the camp. The kids caught bronchitis. The space heater ran out of
diesel. One weekend, a friend from the East, rot his soul, stole your heart. I said, "Fuck it then.
Take the kids back to town. Maybe I'll see you around"
And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams to the wind and the rain, taking only our stash, left
our litter and trash, and set out on the road again. On the road again. Bye, Bye Daddy, Bye
Daddy. You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza

PM Dawn, Set Adrift On Memory Bliss
Set adrift on memory bliss of you. Baby you send me
The camera pans to a cocktail glass behind a blind of plastic plants. I found the
lady with the fat diamond ring then you know I can't remember a damn thing. I
think its one of those déjà vu things, or a dream that's trying to tell me something.
Or will I ever stop thinking about it? I don't know, I doubt it
Subterranean by design. I wonder what I would find if I met you, let my eyes
caress you, until I meet the thought of Misses Princess who?
Often wonder what makes her work. I guess I'll leave that question to the experts.
Assuming that there are some out there, they're probably alone, solitaire.
I can remember when I caught up with a past-time intimate friend, she said, "Bet
you're probably gonna say I look lovely. But you probably don't think nothin' of
me.“ She was right, though, I can't lie. She's just one of those corners in my mind.
And I just put her right back with the rest, That's the way it goes, I guess.
Careless whisper from a careless man. A neutron dance for a neutron fan.
Marionette strings are dangerous things. I thought of all the trouble they bring. An
eye for an eye, a spy for spy. Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh. Tell me
that she's not dreaming. She's got an ace in the hole, it doesn't have meaning
Reality used to be a friend of mine. Caused complete control, I don't take too kind.
Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on. Guess whose piece of the cake is Jack
gone
She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign. I told her whispers in my heart
were fine
What did she think she could do? I feel for her, I really do. And I stared at the ring
finger on her hand. I wanted her to be a big P.M. Dawn fan. But I had to put her
right back with the rest. That's the way it goes, I guess

Owl City, Fireflies
You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies
lit up the world as I fell asleep. 'Cause they fill the
open air and leave teardrops everywhere. You'd think
me rude but I would just stand and stare.
I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns
slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when
I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems.
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand
lightning bugs as they tried to teach me how to
dance. A foxtrot above my head. A sock hop beneath
my bed. A disco ball is just hanging by a thread.
Leave my door open just a crack. Please take me
away from here. 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac.
Please take me away from here. Why do I tire of
counting sheep. Please take me away from here.
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies, I'm weird cause I hate
goodbyes. I got misty eyes as they said farewell. But
I'll know where several are if my dreams get real
bizarre. 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns
slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when
I'm asleep. Because my dreams are bursting at the
seams

Hayden Panettiere, We are Water
My friend, my friend, you are traveling. So many secrets are
unravelling. Ooh, some other picture's coming into view. I seen the
water washing over you
The water's speaking now, it speaks your name. I hear it talking to me
sometimes when it rains. Telling me a story of joy or pain. But I've got
no regrets, I've got no shame
'Cause we are water. We flow and flow. I feel you pouring through
every inch of my soul and I really must tell you this before you go.
We are water. We flow and flow
I am a river. I've got plenty of time. I don't know where I'm going,
I'm just following the lines. There's just no telling where this river will
flow. I got no choice in the matter, I just go where it goes
'Cause I'm making my bed tonight. Right under this cloud. Sometimes
the lightening's so frightening. Sometimes the thunder's so loud. Still,
I know this tide is always kissing my heels. Sometimes I think I'm
drowning in all these things that I feel
'Cause we are water. We flow and flow. I feel you pouring through
every inch of my soul and I really must tell you this before you go.
We are water. We flow and flow
Out on the beach today, I did not find one single footstep we left
behind. So I went swimming in the deep blue sea and I could feel that
water all around me

Rush, Red Barchette
My uncle has a country place that no one knows about. He says it
used to be a farm before the Motor Law. And now on Sundays, I
elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight to far outside the wire
where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline. Run
like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine.
But down in his barn my uncle preserved for me an old machine
for fifty-odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.
I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car - a brilliant Red
Barchetta from a better vanished time. We'll fire up the willing
engine, responding with a roar. Tires spitting gravel, I commit my
weekly crime.
Wind in my hair, shifting and drifting. Mechanical music,
adrenaline surge. Well-oiled leather. Hot metal and oil. The
scented country air. Sunlight on chrome. The blur of the landscape.
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me across the mountainside, a gleaming alloy
air-car shoots towards me two lanes wide. Oh, I spin around with
shrieking tires to run the deadly race. Go screaming through the
valley as another joins the chase
Ride like the wind. Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud with fear and hope - I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm
to dream with my uncle at the fireside

The Doors, The End
This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend. The end of our
elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or
surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes, again.
Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free. Desperately in need, of some,
stranger's hand in a, desperate land.
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain and all the children are insane. All the
children are insane waiting for the summer rain, yeah. There's danger on the
edge of town. Ride the King's highway, baby. Weird scenes inside the gold mine.
Ride the highway west, baby. Ride the snake, ride the snake to the lake, the
ancient lake, baby. The snake is long, seven miles.
Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold. The west is the best, the west is the
best. Get here, and we'll do the rest. The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is
callin' us. Driver, where you taken us.
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on. He took a face from the
ancient gallery and he walked on down the hall.
He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he paid a visit to his
brother, and then he walked on down the hall. And he came to a door, and he
looked inside. Father, yes son, I want to kill you. Mother, I want to...
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus. Doin' a
blue rock, c'mon, yeah. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end. It hurts to set you free, but you'll never
follow me. The end of laughter and soft lies. The end of nights we tried to die.
This is the end

Billie Holiday, Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

The Cure, How Beautiful you are
You want to know why I hate you?
Well I'll try and explain...
You remember that day in Paris
When we wandered through the rain
And promised to each other
That we'd always think the same
And dreamed that dream
To be two souls as one
And stopped just as the sun set
And waited for the night
Outside a glittering building
Of glittering glass and burning light...
And in the road before us
Stood a weary greyish man
Who held a child upon his back
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than the air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
The father's eyes said "Beautiful!
How beautiful you are!"
The boy's eyes said
"How beautiful!
She shimmers like a star!"
The childs eyes uttered nothing
But a mute and utter joy
And filled my heart with shame for us
At the way we are
I turned to look at you
To read my thoughts upon your face
And gazed so deep into your eyes
So beautiful and strange
Until you spoke
And showed me understanding is a dream
"I hate these people staring
Make them go away from me!"
The fathers eyes said "Beautiful!
How beautiful you are!"
The boys eyes said
"How beautiful! She glitters like a star!"
The child's eyes uttered joy
And stilled my heart with sadness
For the way we are
And this is why I hate you
And how I understand
That no-one ever knows or loves another
Or loves another

Crosby Stills and Nash, Teach Your Children
You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you, of the tender years can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix,the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

John Lennon, Imagine
Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below
us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for
today...
Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to
kill or die for, and no religion too. Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope
someday you'll join us and the world will be as one.
Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can. No need for
greed or hunger. A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the
people sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope
someday you'll join us and the world will live as one.

Bob Dylan, The Times They Are a Chingin’
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam, and
admit that the waters around you have grown. And
accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone. If
your time to you is worth savin‘, then you better start
swimmin‘ or you'll sink like a stone. For the times they
are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your
pen. And keep your eyes wide,the chance won't come
again. And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in
spin, and there's no tellin' who that it's namin‘. For the
loser now will be later to win. For the times they are
a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call.
Don't stand in the doorway. Don't block up the hall.
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled.
There's a battle outside and it is ragin‘. It'll soon shake
your windows and rattle your walls. For the times
they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land. And
don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons
and your daughters are beyond your command. Your
old road is
Rapidly agin‘. Please get out of the new one if you
can't lend your hand. For the times they are a-
changin'.
The line it is drawn. The curse it is cast. The slow one
now will later be fast. As the present now will later be
past, the order is rapidly fadin‘. And the first one now
will later be last. For the times they are a-changin'.

Gladys Knight, Midnight Train to Georgia
L.A. proved too much for the man so he's leaving a life he's come to know. He said he's going back to find what's left of his world
- the world he left behind not so long ago.
He's leavin’ on that midnight train to Georgia. Said he's going back to a simpler place and time, oh yes he is. I'll be with him on
that midnight train to Georgia. I'd rather live in his world than live without him in mine
He kept dreaming that some day he'd be a star. But he sure found out the hard way that dreams don't always come true, oh no,
uh uh. So he pawned down his hopes and even sold his old car. Bought a one way ticket back to the life he once knew. Oh yes he
did, he said he would
For love, gonna board the midnight train to ride. My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone. My world, his world, my
man, his girl.

Simon and Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. And
the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone. 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and
damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening,
people writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach
you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls. And whisper'd in the sounds of
silence.

John Mayer, Stop this Train
No, I'm not color blind, I know the world is
black and white. I try to keep an open mind.
But I just can't sleep on this, tonight
Stop this train. I want to get off and go home
again. I can't take the speed it's moving in. I
know I can't. But, honestly, won't someone
stop this train?
Don't know how else to say it. I don't want to
see my parents go. One generation's length
away from fighting life out on my own. So
scared of getting older. I'm only good at being
young. So I play the numbers game to find a
way to say that life has just begun.
Had a talk with my old man. Said, "Help me
understand“. He said, "Turn sixty-eight, you'll
renegotiate. Don't stop this train. Don't for a
minute change the place you're in, and don't
think I couldn't ever understand. I tried my
hand. John, honestly, we'll never stop this
train"
Once in a while, when it's good, it'll feel like it
should. When you're all still around, and
you're still safe and sound. And you don't miss
a thing ‘till you cry when you're driving away
in the dark singing, “Stop this train. I want to
get off and go home again. I can't take the
speed it's moving in I know, I can't. 'Cause
now I see I'll never stop this train.”

ABBA, The Winner Takes it ll
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through. Though it's hurting me, now it's history. I've played all my cards, and that's
what you've done too. Nothing more to say. No more ace to play. The winner takes it all. The loser's standing small. Beside the
victory. That's her destiny.
I was in your arms thinking I belonged there. I figured it made sense. Building me a fence. Building me a home. Thinking I'd be
strong there.
But I was a fool. Playing by the rules.
The gods may throw the dice. Their minds as cold as ice. And someone way down here loses someone dear. The winner takes it
all. The loser has to fall. It's simple and it's plain. Why should I complain?
But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same when she calls your name? Somewhere deep inside, you
must know I miss you. But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide. The likes of me abide. Spectators of the show always staying low. The game is on again. A lover or a
friend. A big thing or a small. The winner takes it all
I don't wanna talk if it makes you feel sad. And I understand you've come to shake my hand. I apologize if it makes you feel bad.
Seeing me so tense. No self-confidence. But you see. The winner takes it all

Natalie Merchant, I may know the word
I may know the word, but not say it. I may know the truth, but not face it. I may hear a sound - a whisper, sacred & profound, but
turn my head Indifferent.
I may know the word, but not say it. I may love the fruit, but not taste it. I may know the way to comfort & to soothe a worried face,
but fold my hands Indifferent.
If I'm on my knees, I'm begging now. If I'm on my knees, groping in the dark. I'd be praying for deliverance from the night into the
day. But it's all grey here. It's all grey to me.
I may know the word, but not say it. This may be the time, but I might waste it. This may be the hour. Something move me.
Someone prove me wrong before night comes with indifference.
If I'm on my knees, I'm begging now. If I'm on my knees, groping in the dark. I'd be praying for deliverance from the night into the
day. But it's all grey here. It's all grey to me.
I recognize the walls inside. I recognize them all. I've paced between them chasing demons down until they fall in fitful sleep,
enough to keep their strength. Enough to crawl into my head with tangled threads. They riddle me to solve.
Again & again & again

Christina Aguilera, Beautiful
Don't look at me.
Everyday is so wonderful, then suddenly it's hard to breathe. Now and then I get insecure from all the pain. I'm so ashamed. I am
beautiful. No matter what they say. Words can't bring me down. I am beautiful in every single way. Yes words can't bring me down. So
don't you bring me down today
To all your friends you're delirious. So consumed in all your doom. Trying hard to fill the emptiness. The pieces gone. Left the puzzle
undone. Ain't that the way it is. You're beautiful. No matter what they say. Words can't bring you down. You're beautiful. In every
single way. Yes words can't bring you down. So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do. No matter what we say. We're the song inside the tune full of beautiful mistakes. And everywhere we go, the
sun will always shine. And tomorrow we might awake on the other side. We're beautiful. No matter what they say. Yes words won't
bring us down. We are beautiful in every single way. Yes words can't bring us down. So don't you bring me down today

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