Post by Seamus on Feb 3, 2012 0:43:17 GMT -5
Alright, so, lots of songs will probably be posted here. Really, you guys should look some of these, or rather, all of them, up.
Bowl of Oranges (my personal favorite)
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left them, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different, and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "(I'm terribly sorry, but) there is nothing I can do for you
(that) you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while, and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson, that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining, if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem,
an honest verse of longing,
or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working,
on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of oove's uneven remainders,
our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty,
then we would stand staring in awe.
At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
(I generally hate this sh**. This is the only band that makes these kinds of songs that I can stand.)
Bowl of Oranges (my personal favorite)
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left them, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different, and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "(I'm terribly sorry, but) there is nothing I can do for you
(that) you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while, and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson, that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining, if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem,
an honest verse of longing,
or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working,
on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of oove's uneven remainders,
our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty,
then we would stand staring in awe.
At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
(I generally hate this sh**. This is the only band that makes these kinds of songs that I can stand.)