by Nine Inch Nails
I still recall the taste of your tears
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
scraping through my hands I don't want to sleep anymore
you make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
and I'm starting to scare myself
you make this all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now
this thing is slowly taking me apart
grey would be the color if I had a heart
I just want something I can never have
in this place it seems like such a shame
though it all looks different now, I know it's still the same
everywhere I look you're all I see
just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be
come on tell me
make this all go away
you make this all go away
I'm down to just to thing
and I'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
you make this all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
I just want something I can never have
think I know what you meant
that night on my bed
still picking at this scab
I wish you were dead
you sweet and perry ellis
just stains on my sheets
"Under the Greenwood Tree"
by William Shakespeare
Unter the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat--
Come hither, come hither, come
hither!
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets--
Come hither, come hither,come
hither!
Here shat he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
"Birdsong brings relief"
by Jelaluddin Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.
I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me.
Bilbo's traveling song.
by J.R.R. Tolkien
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
One of Bilbo's favorite bath songs.
by J.R.R. Tolkien
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing;
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brrok that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
