sexta-feira, dezembro 29, 2006

Peace. Not war.




We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh look how great we have become

Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss
And a story they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory
I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions
I'm amazed

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
One mans loss, another mans gold
So much more than I thought this world can ever hold

We're just children, we're just dust
We are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all

One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done so now I got to kill someone

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
Moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
Moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

Faithless
, To All New Arrivals

quarta-feira, dezembro 20, 2006

At least I'm moving forward...



















I stand before
A road that will lead
Into the unknown,
At least unknown to me.
I want to go
But I'm paralyzed with fear,
Fear of a choice
Where the outcome isn't clear...
But still I go...

And I take the first step of a million more,
And I'll make mistakes I've never made before,
But at least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...

I wonder if
The journey will be
As short as I hope
Or much longer than it seems,
But either way
I've made up my mind.
I'm through feeling scared
I'm leaving that behind
So now it's time to go...

And I take the first step of a million more,
And I'll make mistakes I've never made before,
But at least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...

All the while I'll be singing na na na na na...
And I take the first step of a million more,
And I'll make mistakes I've never made before,
But at least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...
At least I'm moving forward...

Moving forward...
Moving forward...

Hoobastank, Every Man For Himself

quarta-feira, dezembro 13, 2006

If I had just one more day...




















Seems like it was yesterday
When I saw your face
You told me how proud you were,
But I walked away
If only I knew what I know today

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broken inside
But I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide
'Cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, ooh

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, oh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
By hurting you

Christina Aguilera
, Back To Basics

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