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Priestess
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posted 07-08-99 8:23 PM PT (US)
True Blue by Madonna
I've had other guys,
I've looked into their eyes,
but I never knew love before
till you walked through my door.

I've had other lips,
I've sailed a thousand ships,
but no matter where I go
you're the one for me, baby,
this time I know, 'cause it's true love,
you're the one I'm dreaming of,
your heart fits me like a glove,
and I'm gonna be true blue,
baby, I love you.

I've heard all the lies,
I've cried oh! so many times,
those teardrops, they won't fall again,
I'm so excited
'cause you're my best friend.
So if you should ever doubt
wonder what love is all about,
just think back and remember, dear,
those words whispered in your ear,
I said......
No more sadness, I kiss it good-bye.
The sun is bursting right out of the sky.
I searched the whole world for someone like you,
don't you know...that it is...
true love...you are the one...

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Priestess
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posted 07-08-99 8:39 PM PT (US)
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Manic Monday by Bangles
(¼gµü¦±ªº¬OPrince)
Six o'clock I was just in the middle
of the dream
I was kissing Valentino by his
blue Italian stream
But I can't be so wrong
just to figure out what I am gonna wear
blame it on the train
but the boss has been already there
It's just another Manic Monday
Wish it was Sunday



WUYAN
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posted 07-08-99 8:58 PM PT (US)
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YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG

Yesterday when I was young
the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.

Yesterday when I was young
so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,
so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
and every conversation I can now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.

Yesterday the moon was blue
and every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if itwere a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
and only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young.

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Priestess
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posted 07-09-99 3:26 AM PT (US)
Ô£§r?©ü­Ë...¥j¨å¬ü¤H¨à,
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Let the kitchen fire grow cold
Let the ancient winter blow
Let the running river go its way
See it move on by
Let the geese refuse to fly
Twist and tumble from the sky
Let the ancient fingers try our door
It's open, come in

All the world may turn to stone
The sun may sink into the sea
There will still be only one love
in this world for me, for me

If the cello has no string
It will always fail to sing
And if I'm without your love
I will surely fail
in living everday

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WUYAN
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posted 07-09-99 6:09 AM PT (US)
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You'll See
written by Madonna and David Foster

You think that I can't live without your love
You'll see,
You think I can't go on another day.
You think I have nothing
Without you by my side,
You'll see
Somehow, some way

You think that I can never laugh again
You'll see,
You think that you destroyed my faith in love.
You think after all you've done
I'll never find my way back home,
You'll see
Somehow, someday

All by myself
I don't need anyone at all
I know I'll survive
I know I'll stay alive,
All on my own
I don't need anyone this time
It will be mine
No one can take it from me
You'll see

You think that you are strong, but you are weak
You'll see,
It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat.
I have truth on my side,
You only have deceit
You'll see, somehow, someday
(¥»¯d¨¥¸g RS' ­«±Æ)

Xiren
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posted 07-09-99 1:40 PM PT (US)
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Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Music by Elton John

Your Song

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside.
I'm not one of those who can easily hide.
I don't have much money but, boy, if I did,
I'd buy a big house where we both could live.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no.
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show...
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do.
My gift is my song and this one's for you.

And you can tell everybody this is your song.
It may be quite simple but now that it's done.
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words.
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss.
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross.
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song.
It's for people like you that keep it turned on.

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do.
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.
Anyway the thing is what I really mean.
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

And you can tell everybody this is your song.
It may be quite simple but now that it's done.
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words.
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

suizette
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posted 07-09-99 2:45 PM PT (US)
²Ä¤@¦¸Å¥¨ì POCAHONTAS ®É¡A´N³Q¦o±y¬üªº±Û«ß¤Î
ºqµü²`²`§l¤Þ, it's such a beautiful song...


Colors of the Wind
by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz
from Pocahontas

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I can not see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint will all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Priestess
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posted 07-09-99 2:58 PM PT (US)
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§Ú¥¿·Q§ä³o­ººqªººqµü©O.
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a sprit, has a name.

´ò¤H©j,©p¿ï±oºq¥¿¦nÅã¥ÜMadonnaªº±j®«.
¦oÁÙ¦³¤@­º Express Yourself¤]°÷·s®É¥N¤k©Êªº.

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¦o°Û¤F¤@­ºrocket man.

Priestess
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posted 07-09-99 3:07 PM PT (US)
©H­ý¤s²ø...BY Kate Bush
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Wuthering Heights
Out on the wiley, windy moors
we'd roll and fall in green.
you had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side,
to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering,
wuthering,Wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me, Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!

Nimo
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posted 07-10-99 4:04 AM PT (US)
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what would i give to live where you are
what would i pay to stay here besind you
what would i do to see you smiling at me
where would we walk where would we run
if we could stay all day in the sun
just you and me and i could be
part of your world~~~~~
Qiu Ying
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posted 07-10-99 6:52 AM PT (US)
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WUYAN
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posted 07-10-99 10:16 AM PT (US)
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Priestess
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posted 07-10-99 5:50 PM PT (US)
Colors of the Windªº­ì°Û
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Save the Best for Last

Sometimes the snow comes down in June
Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon
I see the passion in your eyes
Sometimes it's all a big surprise
'Cause there was a time
when all I did was wish
You'd tell me this was love
It's not the way I hoped
or how I planed
But somehow it's enough
And now we're standing face to face
Isn't this world a crazy place
Just when I thought our chance has passed
You go and save the best for last
All of the nights you came to me
And some silly girl has set you free
You wondered how you've made it through
I wondered what was wrong with you
Cause how could you give your love
to someone else
And share your dreams with me
Sometimes the very thing you're looking for Is the one thing you can't see

Sometimes the snow comes down in June
Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon
Just when I thought our chance has passed
You go and save the best for last

You went and save thee best for last
Yeah...

psThat's Why ??¬O"I Can't Tell You Why" ??


Qiu Ying
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posted 07-12-99 1:01 AM PT (US)
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HoXX
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posted 07-19-99 6:04 PM PT (US)
Bon Jovi - Something for the Pain

Loniliness has found a home in me
my suitcase and my guitar are all my family

HoXX
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posted 07-20-99 2:46 AM PT (US)
Yeah I need someone
just like you needed me
When I open up my heart but all I did was bleed!

source: same as above

OutLaw
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posted 07-26-99 6:32 PM PT (US)
Changes

Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

(Bridge) x2 *with changing ad libs*
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

(Bridge) x2

*Talking*
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

(Bridge till fade...)

xph
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posted 09-05-99 5:41 PM PT (US)
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

NovemberRain
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posted 09-06-99 9:43 PM PT (US)
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November Rain (¸`¿ý)

Do you need some time..on your own
Do you need some time..all alone
Everybody needs some time..on their own
Don't you know you need some time..all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you...

Sometimes I need some time..on my own
Sometimes I need some time..all alone
Everybody needs some time..on their own
Don't you know you need some time..all alone

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one.

demona
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posted 11-28-99 7:30 PM PT (US)
¤@ª½«Ü³ßÅw Romeo & Juliet ªº¥DÃD¦± (ª©ªº¡A¤£¬O Leo and Clairªº¨º­Ó¼É¤Oª©¥») "What is a youth?"

What is a youth? Impetuous fire.
What is a maid? Ice and desire.
The world wags on.
A rose will bloom. It then will fade.
So does the youth; so does the fairest maid.

Comes a time when one sweet smile has the season for a while.
Then love's in love with me.
Some may think only to marry.
Others will tease and tarry.
Mine is the best of the parry.
Cupid he rules us all.

Caper the caper sing me the song.
Death will come soon to hush us all.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall,
love is the past time that never will fall.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall,
Cupid he rules us all.

¥t¥~¦³¤@­º¥ÁÁÁ"Barbara Allen", ¤£¾å±o¦³¨S¦³Å¥¹L¡C¤j·N¬O¤@­Ó¦~»´¤H±o¤F¬Û«ä¯f¦Ó§Y±N­n¦º¤F¡C¥Lªº¹Ú¤¤±¡¤H±oª¾«á¡A»°¨Ó¨£¥L³Ì«á¤@­±¡C¨£§¹­±¦~»´¤H«K¦º¥h¡A¦Ó¤k«Ä¦b¦^¨ì®aªº²Ä¤G¤Ñ¤]¬°¥L®î±¡¡C§ø¤H§â¥L­Ì­Ç¸®¦b¤@°_¡A´X¦~«á¹Ó¤Wªø¥X¤@´ÊÁ¥Á¨©M¤@®èª´ºÀ¡A¨â´Ê¾ðÄñ¦¨¤@­Ó¦P¤ßµ²¡C
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They grew to the top of the old church tower
Till they could grew no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
The red red rose and the brier

demona
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posted 11-28-99 7:36 PM PT (US)
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Greenday ªº "Good Riddance"

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
It's something unpreditable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life


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