<b>Short life</b>
<i>- Andre was here at midnight</i>
And I think about, what we done wrong
We were blind as bats, but now I think we know
A generation lost underneath the world
Safe at home we know what’s wrong
Cause we were watching it on the TV
We were watching it on the TV
Childhood stolen underneath our beds
The world is big but I got a game
Who needs adventure I got virtual
Reality in my head, Reality in my head
Life is short, you better go
Turn off the speakers, and listen to my song
Go outside and see the world
Turn off TV, and listen to your soul
Go outside and tell me how the world turns
Go outside and tell me how the world turns
Oh no what we done again
Nothing at all is all the same
Entertainment taking us, away from the life we really want
Cause life is short, so you better go
Start making the most from this old world
For the first time in your life
Take away from it all that you can
Oh no what we done again,
Oh yeah, is all the same
Entertainment is killing us
A generation lost in the dark
Life is short, you better go
Start making a change in this old world
So put down the headphones and listing to this song
Go outside and find out how the world works.
Short Life
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j$
- Ibárruri
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Well, there's now two 'short life' threads, so maybe 8LO could add his here and delete the other?
Short Life by Lonbobby & Johnny Cashpoint
Life's petrol pump grotty, the fear of old age
Recedes like a hairline but never quite fades
Living for nothing, too dear to be bought
You die then there's nothing, so you get what you sought
Life revolves round one idea
You live one day in every year
So life seems short but it's so long
The same old same old on and on and ...
(Die)
Short Life by Lonbobby & Johnny Cashpoint
Life's petrol pump grotty, the fear of old age
Recedes like a hairline but never quite fades
Living for nothing, too dear to be bought
You die then there's nothing, so you get what you sought
Life revolves round one idea
You live one day in every year
So life seems short but it's so long
The same old same old on and on and ...
(Die)
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EightLeggedOedipus
- Attlee
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You guys are all nutsacks. I already started this thread...
Short Life
by Eight Legged Oedipus
Copyright 2005 Pure Greed Records
Life's so short
Like this umbilical cord
Hello, hello, hello
Life's so short
I'm a fourth term abortion
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
by Eight Legged Oedipus
Copyright 2005 Pure Greed Records
Life's so short
Like this umbilical cord
Hello, hello, hello
Life's so short
I'm a fourth term abortion
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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max the cat
- Karski
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- Joined: Tue Sep 28, 2004 12:47 am
Short Life
The breath of Tane
a sureal, smooth groove that winds the winds
into sweet pain.
The breath of Trane
that blows to places we will never reach
wired, inspired, insane.
Now here are the facts
He got taken so soon
because he got to God
with his sax.
Such a short life
Trances, dances, romances, taking chances
strange changes changing, rearranging our brains and membranes
down new lanes.
“Love Supreme,” dreams, screams into the dark night
inspirations, meditation, Trane tracks
that takes us up and back
to places beyond our imaginations.
There was Miles’ styles, Sonny and Young
but he spoke in tongues
a preacher shout, lights out, no doubt
singing, soaring, liquid gold pouring:
A blue Trane
A true Trane
A fast Trane
It couldn’t last Trane
A Coltrane
Such a short life
Such a short life
Now normally the soul is silent
It stands back and lets us do the talking
but some can caox it from their lips
and put it at their fingertips.
Some can find just what they seek
Trane got his soul to speak
Such a short life Trane
a sureal, smooth groove that winds the winds
into sweet pain.
The breath of Trane
that blows to places we will never reach
wired, inspired, insane.
Now here are the facts
He got taken so soon
because he got to God
with his sax.
Such a short life
Trances, dances, romances, taking chances
strange changes changing, rearranging our brains and membranes
down new lanes.
“Love Supreme,” dreams, screams into the dark night
inspirations, meditation, Trane tracks
that takes us up and back
to places beyond our imaginations.
There was Miles’ styles, Sonny and Young
but he spoke in tongues
a preacher shout, lights out, no doubt
singing, soaring, liquid gold pouring:
A blue Trane
A true Trane
A fast Trane
It couldn’t last Trane
A Coltrane
Such a short life
Such a short life
Now normally the soul is silent
It stands back and lets us do the talking
but some can caox it from their lips
and put it at their fingertips.
Some can find just what they seek
Trane got his soul to speak
Such a short life Trane
sleeping in a mosquito net
the outside's down to just one threat
but somehow it's quiet tonight
a friend of ours with an urge to release
took off for a minute and he's gonna be missed
if he steps up to the wrong kind of tree
of all the places we could have chose
to shake our skeletons from their clothes
this one needs us the least
if our trap is stronger than the cat in the sticks
we'll have the kind of night we were trying to fix
and we can look ourselves in the chin
when the ghost fetchers crawl thru the slats of this cabin
and our short lives are ripe for the grabbin'...
there's action in the waters just outside of reach
but something isn't making it back to the beach
there's a chance that it could be one of us
sitting in a restraining chair
you can carve your initials if you have them to spare
but you might be giving fuel to the curse
it's a delicate matter leaving meat on the bone
for the next drum party that'll call this home
we'll try our best not to binge
when the ghost fetchers crawl thru the slats of this cabin
and our short lives are ripe for the grabbin..
the outside's down to just one threat
but somehow it's quiet tonight
a friend of ours with an urge to release
took off for a minute and he's gonna be missed
if he steps up to the wrong kind of tree
of all the places we could have chose
to shake our skeletons from their clothes
this one needs us the least
if our trap is stronger than the cat in the sticks
we'll have the kind of night we were trying to fix
and we can look ourselves in the chin
when the ghost fetchers crawl thru the slats of this cabin
and our short lives are ripe for the grabbin'...
there's action in the waters just outside of reach
but something isn't making it back to the beach
there's a chance that it could be one of us
sitting in a restraining chair
you can carve your initials if you have them to spare
but you might be giving fuel to the curse
it's a delicate matter leaving meat on the bone
for the next drum party that'll call this home
we'll try our best not to binge
when the ghost fetchers crawl thru the slats of this cabin
and our short lives are ripe for the grabbin..
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Phil. Redmon.
- Goldman
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Abominominous says:
He's lookin admirable in his paper hat on saturday evenin'
You wanna sample a ball, he's gonna offer you another when you're leavin'
and when he's buttered you up hes's gonna kinda steer you off of
the coconut, because they never go bad
and he'll try to tell you what you need is a bavarian creme.
Yo, though the cake is light as a feather,
that pudding won't stay good forever.
It won't do much for your intestinal health,
but that b.c.'s got a short life on the shelf.
It's like he's bartenderin', but he's selling somethin' you don't gotta ration,
and even though you came in for a honey glazed chocolate old fashioned,
he's got you thinkin' about the one without a hole
and somethin' yellow leakin' out under the chocolatey top,
and you're thinkin' maybe what you need is a bavarian creme.
He's lookin admirable in his paper hat on saturday evenin'
You wanna sample a ball, he's gonna offer you another when you're leavin'
and when he's buttered you up hes's gonna kinda steer you off of
the coconut, because they never go bad
and he'll try to tell you what you need is a bavarian creme.
Yo, though the cake is light as a feather,
that pudding won't stay good forever.
It won't do much for your intestinal health,
but that b.c.'s got a short life on the shelf.
It's like he's bartenderin', but he's selling somethin' you don't gotta ration,
and even though you came in for a honey glazed chocolate old fashioned,
he's got you thinkin' about the one without a hole
and somethin' yellow leakin' out under the chocolatey top,
and you're thinkin' maybe what you need is a bavarian creme.
