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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 7:22 am
Every Rose Has Its Thorn...Poison
We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did the words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to our favorite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here somehow
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar remains
Solo
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
But now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 10:35 am
Hakuna Matata...Music by Elton John, lyrics by Tim Rice
Timon:
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Pumbaa:
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
Timon:
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Simba:
Hakuna Matata?
Pumbaa:
Yeah. It's our motto!
Simba:
What's a motto?
Timon:
Nothing. What's a-motto with you?
Pumbaa:
Those two words will solve all your problems
Timon:
That's right. Take Pumbaa here
Why, when he was a young warthog...
Pumbaa:
When I was a young wart hog
Timon:
Very nice
Pumbaa:
Thanks
Timon:
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal
Pumbaa:
I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind Both:
And oh, the shame He was ashamed
Thought of changin' my name What's in a name?
And I got downhearted How did ya feel?
Everytime that I...
Timon:
Hey! Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!
Pumbaa:
Oh. Sorry
Both:
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
Simba:
It means no worries for the rest of your days
Both:
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna--
Simba:
It means no worries for the rest of your days
Both:
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Pumbaa:
I say "Hakuna"
Both:
I say "Matata"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 9:32 pm
That's one of the best Disney songs ever! biggrin
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 9:05 am
Mod_Squad Hakuna Matata...Music by Elton John, lyrics by Tim RiceTimon:
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Pumbaa:
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
Timon:
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Simba:
Hakuna Matata?
Pumbaa:
Yeah. It's our motto!
Simba:
What's a motto?
Timon:
Nothing. What's a-motto with you?
Pumbaa:
Those two words will solve all your problems
Timon:
That's right. Take Pumbaa here
Why, when he was a young warthog...
Pumbaa:
When I was a young wart hog
Timon:
Very nice
Pumbaa:
Thanks
Timon:
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal
Pumbaa:
I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind Both:
And oh, the shame He was ashamed
Thought of changin' my name What's in a name?
And I got downhearted How did ya feel?
Everytime that I...
Timon:
Hey! Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!
Pumbaa:
Oh. Sorry
Both:
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
Simba:
It means no worries for the rest of your days
Both:
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna--
Simba:
It means no worries for the rest of your days
Both:
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Pumbaa:
I say "Hakuna"
Both:
I say "Matata" Hey this is one of my favouriet Disney's songs!!! *sings along*
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 9:15 am
I only know it in swedish.
Both: Hakuna matata, det är ord som är bra, hakuna matata, gör att man blir glad...
Simba: Finns inga bekymmer, man är lycklig var dag...
All: Är en härligt fri filosofi, hakuna matata...
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 10:53 am
The Road Not Taken...Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 11:54 am
Grease - Hopelessly Devoted to You
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not to cry
Not the first to know, there's just no getting over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing, to sit around, and wait for you
But baby, can't you see, there's nothing left for me to do
Hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you...
My head is sayin' fool, forget him
My heart is sayin', don't let go
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
Hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, oh, hopelessly devoted to you..
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2005 3:51 am
Joforyou Grease - Hopelessly Devoted to You Guess mine is not the first heart broken My eyes are not to cry Not the first to know, there's just no getting over you Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing, to sit around, and wait for you But baby, can't you see, there's nothing left for me to do Hopelessly devoted to you But now there's nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you... My head is sayin' fool, forget him My heart is sayin', don't let go Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do Hopelessly devoted to you But now there's nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you, oh, hopelessly devoted to you..
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2005 6:26 am
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening...Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2005 8:30 am
Joforyou I only know it in swedish. Both: Hakuna matata, det är ord som är bra, hakuna matata, gör att man blir glad... Simba: Finns inga bekymmer, man är lycklig var dag... All: Är en härligt fri filosofi, hakuna matata... Erm... I did not know it was also in Swedish hehe. Anyway I have absolute no idea how to pronounce any of these words that you have typed here
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 1:57 am
ladyerista Joforyou I only know it in swedish. Both: Hakuna matata, det är ord som är bra, hakuna matata, gör att man blir glad... Simba: Finns inga bekymmer, man är lycklig var dag... All: Är en härligt fri filosofi, hakuna matata... Erm... I did not know it was also in Swedish hehe. Anyway I have absolute no idea how to pronounce any of these words that you have typed here bumpity bump wink
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 2:03 am
Phantom of the Opera
Christine:
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind
The Phantom:
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind
Christine:
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
(Phantom: It's me they hear)
Both:
My/your spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The Phantom of the opera is there, inside my/your mind
Choir:
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera
Beware the Phantom of the Opera
Phantom:
In all your fantasies
You always knew
That man and mystery
(Christine: Were both in you)
Both:
And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my/your mind
Phantom: Sing, my angel of music!
Christine: He's there, the Phantom of the Opera, oooh...
Sing, sing for me, sing my angel of music, sing for me!
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 1:45 pm
Memory Lyrics
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 3:21 pm
Damn I always forget to do this stare
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 6:56 pm
fehy Damn I always forget to do this stare Me too.
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