Thoughts spilling out in songs.....

Nov 23, 2007 17:09

Just a preface if you think you know what this is about, I can pretty much assure you....you don't.


Broken
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away


So Tell Me Why
Id like to put to rest the rumours
Id like to put to rest the lies
Id like to throw away the past
And show you how I feel inside

Ill be your taxi and your driver
Ill be your road if you need
Id like to push and push and push
Just to make you pleased

But your river of emotion for me
Flows like a dried up stream

So tell me why
Your satisfactions like a heart of stone
So tell me why
Your love reaction chills me to the bone

You make my blood boil hot
And my heart beat like a drum
Id like to do to you girl
Things that aint never been done

From the rain Ill be your shelter
From the cold Ill be your heat
Ill push and push and push
Just to make you pleased

So tell me your reason
For tearing me up inside
Girl you gotta tell me why

But your river of emotion for me
Flows like a dried up stream


Talk Dirty to Me
You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do

You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you

Cause baby well be
At the drive-in
In the old mans ford
Behind the bushes
Till Im screamin for more
Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me

You know I call you
I call you on the telephone
Im only hoping that youre home
So I can hear you
When you say those words to me
And whisper so softly
I gotta hear you

Let's see....Since I last posted something of substance a whole ton of crap has happened. I may or may not post on that at a later date. For now I will leave it at this, I have come back. I lost a peice of me, and never knew how much of me that peice really was. So here I am. Take it or leave it. This is me. T or Tony to my friends and family, Kilt Puppet to the Rogues, whichever way you want to slice it. This is me. Living my life. On my terms from here on out, and loving every second of it.

Until then...
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