Nur Ein X - Stolen Diary

[noma]

Nick Soma - Stolen Diary

She writes about her love for mango juice
On a whopping seven pages
And how her friend, when she goes mad,
Goes through several stages
And how her mother always uses
The stirring attachment of the drill
For mixing dough and how that makes her
Think of that band named Built to Spill

And then ten pages full of most intimate thoughts about
Her favorite telenovelas and
An essay on self made perfume
Containing cloves and cardamom and aniseed
But it all can't fill my heart with glee
'Cause though she writes about a whole lot of things
She never ever mentions me

She seems fond of cats, especially
Of Ragdolls and Maine Coons
This is where things get... oh, but that is followed
By her thoughts on silver spoons
And then she goes on ranting 'bout
Her favorite cactus and how yesterday
She noticed that it's got an ugly spot
Which, hopefully, will go away

Then some more pages full of most intimate thoughts about
Her favorite chewing gum and how
She can't stand okra, olives, peas and dill
And I promise, if I ever get the chance
To cook her dinner I'll remember that
If only for a single paragraph
My humble self could once be where it's at

Man, this is frustrating
I'll sneak back into her room
And quietly return this thing to where it lay
But no, I'll have another glance
Maybe perhaps there's still a chance
She might have something relevant to say...

(epic clarinet solo)

Sure it's cool to know about her favorite painters and
Her favorite song, and sure it's cool to know about
What car her best friend drives
To know that can't be wrong
And then seven more pages on TV shows
Sadly not what I hoped for, 'cuz you see,
Though she writes about a whole lot of things
She never ever mentions me

[chocolatechips]

Stolen Diary.

Johnny is the prettiest boy that I have ever seen.
Johnny; the way he makes me feel - it's pretty obscene.

I've met a new man and he is handsome, he's turned my world around.
Matthew has shown me what grown love is, Johnny was just a playground.

So I say: "Who is Matthew? Why you cheatin' me this way?"
She responds: "There's no Matthew, I left it out just to test what you would do... what you would do... and you have have failed: now I can't trust you."

[frankie big face]

Stolen Diary - Frankie Big Face

Saturday at 2
I sit and watch your friend waiting for you
She checks her phone to see there's nothing there
She slinks into her chair
And signals for une autre Étraire

Time to use my wile
I offer her a bonjour and a smile
She tells me that her friend is being rude
I order us some food
And soon we're making love in the nude

Cause I keep every appointment in my stolen diary

The Royal Albert Hall
Fetch the tickets waiting for me at will call
And when I'm asked I Flash my fake ID
The clerk smiles back at me
And says enjoy the symphony

When I take my seat
I find a stunning beauty sitting next to me
She tells me that she so loves Martinů
I lie and say me too
And soon we're shagging in the loo

Cause I keep every appointment in my stolen diary

I've tried to make it out on my own
And found myself all alone
It's easy it's easy it's easier
To follow someone else's path
And deal with the aftermath
Than face up to the sorry facts
That I'm just not that interesting

How far should I go?
Is it wrong to let a patient just not show?
It's nice to have someone look after me
And how bad can it be?
Who can't use some free surgery?

Then I start to fade
And I get the sense mistakes are being made
And suddenly the room is filled with noise
Concern in every voice
But I'm okay; I made my choice

Cause I keep every appointment in my stolen diary
Cause I keep every appointment in my stolen diary

[DuToVa]

Leaning on the window sill
Staring at the rain
Mind a million miles away
Escaping from the pain

Thinking back to when we met
What a crazy day
We were young and innocent
Not knowing what to say

Days of thunder, days of grace
We had to learn to give and take
You took me with my faults and strengths
A selfish heart, for you forsake

Somehow we made it thru
With many highs and lows
Memories fill our picture books
As our family grows

We shared our darkest thoughts
Our deepest scars were sewn
But like a stolen diary
You're gone and I'm alone

I’m all alone without you here
Losing you was my greatest fear
Now you’re gone and nowhere near
Maybe I’ll shed for you one last tear

[Paco Del Stinko]

Stolen Diary - Paco del Stinko

There's a stolen diary, I gotta get it back
It got taken from the Godfather's daughter and if I fail I get whacked

Ya know I understand why
It coulda been the damned FBI
But there just ain't no way
It was the local cops or the CIA

There's lots of secrets inside could put the man away
And when I find the bastard that took it I'm gonna make him pay

Ya know I understand why
It coulda been the damned FBI

But Carmelita - She's in trouble
Godfather daddy - Gonna burst her bubble
She'll be grounded - All of her life
Until her Papa - Makes her some made man's wife

So now I'm looking, searching for leads
Flexing my muscles and breaking knees
Trail of dead bodies, I must not lose
Or I'll be wearing some cement shoes

There's a stolen diary, I gotta get it back
I'll never stop trying
And if I fail, well, you know that I get whacked

[carlo bruno jr]

Stolen Diary - Carlo Bruno Jr.

Because you know.
I'm going because you know
And I no longer love you
Game Over Baby. Because you know.

Because you know, Who would want to be like me?
You think you're better and that's right, baby.
I understand, you stole my diary and I became so predictable
Shame on you. Shame on me.

I was not, I just was the one who wrote that pages.
I stole his diary wanting to be like no other than him.
You know the naked truth. Who do you think I am?
This is like it is. Do you think i´m sexy?

Because you know my magnetics was lost forever .
You are mad as hell. Then I am too.
It's easy to realize. it's because you know.
Because you know the true. Shame on me. Shame on you.

I was not, I just was the one who wrote that pages.
I stole his diary wanting to be like no other than him.
You know the naked truth. Who do you think I am?
This is like it is. Do you think i´m sexy?

Shame on you. Shame on me. Stolen diary.

[iVeg]

There's power in information
We used to be called the Inquisition
Now our name is changed, we work with technology
But we still hold the same position

We fight to keep ahead of competition
Our algorithms breaking their encryption
But some people have no faith in technology
So we have to hack something hand-written

CH
There's a commotion in the priory
The Cardinal is asking for an inquiry
We're thinking of blackmail and bribery
The stolen diary

There's power in information
To overthrow an evil corporation
Whether pen and ink or modern technology
Our goal is to change the situation

Start from within
Go for the top
Picking the lock
Scanning for cops
Got it in our sights
Book's in our hands
When time is right (wait)
Execute our plans

[MichaelJSamuels]

I've been trying my best,
To get the weight I carry off my chest,
But every song comes out a mess,
Nothing else to show but my best educated guess,

Give, give me the words,
Give, give me the words,
Give, give me the words,
Give me the words to sing,
Give me the melody
Give me the keys to the kingdom please,

I've spent too much time,
Singing someone else's song,
Thinking someone else's thoughts,

All I want,
All I want,
All I want's,
A single shred of beauty,
That just belongs to me,
Not just another page torn out of someone else's diary,

If I'm just a name,
Then all those years I used to call myself a saint,
Don't matter anyway,
All those years spent chasing some fake friend called fame,

Give, give me the words,
Give, give me the words,
Give, give me the words,
Give me the words to sing,
Give me the melody
Give me the keys to the kingdom please,

I've spent too much time,
Singing someone else's song,
Thinking someone else's thoughts,

All I want,
All I want,
All I want's,
A single shred of beauty,
That just belongs to me,
Not just another page torn out of someone else's diary,

[à tous les monsieurs]

Stolen Diary
à tous les monsieurs

A1:
She came and stole my diary
Swiped it while I slept
The morning fog revealed her plan
An empty drawer, an empty bed

A2:
Never once did I suspect
She wasn’t on our side
I should have realized the risk
Of falling for a foreign spy

B1:
Never would I betray my country
My allegiance to the red, white and blue
Still I can’t get her out of my mind
But somehow I must pull through

A3:
So I stole back my diary
With pages torn in shreds
State secrets lost and compromised
An empty drawer, an empty bed

Coda:
An empty drawer, an empty bed
An empty drawer, an empty…..

[RangerDenni]

STOLEN DIARY
DJ Ranger Den

There's really no such thing as a Stolen Diary.
A diary's a thing hardly anybody reads.
'cuz no one wants to know your private
stories and no one really cares about your Thoughts and Dreams--so, bitch, 

please. be calm about your shit.
I’m pretty damn sure you just misplaced your Precious Little Booklet.
So why don't you check under Mr. Sad Weeping Willow Tree?
... 'cuz no one took your journal!

Just who do you think you are, the lady of SHAH-lohhtt?!
...weaving your ridiculous tales of woe ... SO ... artisanal-ly LONELY, yeah.

You're not the next Anaïs Nin.
Your emotional algebra is second grade arithmetic.
You're insignificant! You’re so irrelevant!
But don’t take me so serious, why're you so damn sensitive!?

You sit here thinking you're the next page-six!
Time for your reality check here--Miss Collective Modern Human Consciousness!

...Every time people say words like this,
it’s worse than stealing some itsy book of secrets ...
It’s like stealing the creator--like stealing all creators
of all diaries that ever ever existed ...
in all of the world;
and on every habitated planet like it
in every solar system in every galaxy in the universe and also...
(Lots more other stuff. None of it's true or real.)

[furrypedro]

Balance Lost

I took your diary
Now I have all your memories
Those wonderful times I had with...Stephen

I took it maliciously
Today I'll be remembering
That day at the park eating...ice cream

I didn't need to read today's entry
'Cause all her dirty laundry is on social media
I wanted to unfriend her
A letter from the sender
Found it's way right back to me

When I stole your diary
It was under lock and key
Hiding things you didn't want to show
When I stole your diary
Read the words I can't unread
Secrets that I wish I didn't know

I stole your diary
Now I have all your memories
Of walking on the beach looking at...rocks

I went into your room
I was all by myself
In my hand I held my...diary

I didn't need to read today's entry
'Cause all her dirty laundry is on social media
I wanted to unfriend her
A letter from the sender
Found it's way right back to me

When I stole your diary
It was under lock and key
Hiding things you didn't want to show
When I stole your diary
Read the words I can't unread
Secrets that I wish I didn't know

[glennny]

Stolen Diary
By the Cavedwellers

Verse One
We were young and lucid, your parents were not clueless
18th birthday weeks away
We listened to “Illusions,” and early 90s fusion
Nowhere to go but all the way
Your father got home early, we got dressed in a hurry
In your blouse I felt a fool
Sit down confrontation with readied explanations
Leaving them the burden of proof

Chorus
But your mother stole your diary, invaded both our privacy
Our deniability is a teenage fantasy

Verse Two
My loyalty was with you, I said what you wanted me to
Foolish credibility
We all reached an impasse - we all knew the real facts
Party lines were on display

Chorus
‘Cause your mother stole your diary, invaded both our privacy
Our deniability was a teenage fantasy


Bridge
-Is this true?(not sung, high analog synth Charles Shultz kinda way)
-No ma'am, not at all
-You're both way too young (not sung, HASCSKW)
-We're just having fun
-We're not fools (not sung, low analog synth Charles Shultz kinda way)
-No sir, not at all
-You can talk to us (not sung, LASCSKW)
-Feels like one way trust

Verse Three
She'd read the full description (from) the journal that she lifted
But can't admit how does she know
You had your suspicions from varied contradictions
A daughter's trust can't be regained

Chorus
‘Cause your mother stole your diary, invaded both our privacy
Our deniability is a teenage fantasy

[Rabid Garfunkel]

Stolen Diary
by Rabid Garfunkel

It's a stolen diary
Be careful what you read
It's a stolen diary
The words will make you bleed

I'm taking the monkey's paw
I'm taking the monkey's paw
I'm taking the monkey's paw

[ken]

Intro: D Bm A G A

D D Bm A
I want to know everything about you
Your tiniest details I want to learn
you’ve got a smile beyond my understanding
deep in your eyes is where my future lies

D Bm A G
I’m gonna steal your diary
And then I'll steal your heart
I’ll find the dreams you hide in them
and give you what you want

Now that I found you let’s not waste a moment
My life is better now that we’re here
Can we spend everyday together
when I hold you close I feel at home

Bm G A
I’m gonna take a page
make a paper airplane
send a love letter
flying through the air

I want to know everything about you
Your deepest secrets I want to know
If it takes us a lifetime of learning
every moment is worth more than gold