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Monthly Archives: October 2009

Troy SinĂ©ad O’Connor

I’ll remember it And Dublin in a rainstorm And sitting in the long grass in summer Keeping warm I’ll remember it Every restless night We were so young then We thought that everything We could possibly do was right Then we moved Stolen from our very eyes And I wondered where you went to Tell me when did the light die You will rise You’ll return The phoenix from the flame You will learn You will rise You’ll return Being what you are There is no other Troy For you to burn And I never meant to hurt you I swear I didn’t mean Those things I said I never meant to do that to you Next time I’ll keep my hands to myself instead Oh, does she love you What do you want to do? Does she need you like I do? Do you love her? Is she good for you? Does she hold you like I do? Do you want me? Should I leave? I know you’re always telling me That you love me Just sometimes I wonder If I should believe Oh, I love you God, I love you I’d kill a dragon for you I’ll die But I will rise And I will return The Phoenix from the flame I have learned I will rise And you’ll see me return Being what I am There is no other Troy For me to burn And you should’ve left the light on You should’ve left the light on Then I wouldn’t have tried And you’d never have known And I wouldn’t have pulled you tighter No I wouldn’t have pulled you close I wouldn’t have screamed No I can’t let you go And the door wasn’t closed No I wouldn’t have pulled you to me No I wouldn’t have kissed your face You wouldn’t have begged me to hold you If we hadn’t been there in the first place Ah but I know you wanted me to be there oh oh Every look that you threw told me so But you should’ve left the light on You should’ve left the light on And the flames burned away But you’re still spitting fire Make no difference what you say You’re still a liar You’re still a liar You’re still a lawyer

when im high, the impossibilities of reason seems fascinating to me the world is spinning around me, and im at the porch where birds knock the door to let them in when im high, the grasshoppers fascinates me the thrill subjects me into a more deeper and random space of thoughts where i dont have to count the pages or read the story. when im gone, the world would be gone with me my world would be gone cause it would miss one soul. i might even be sad about it when im low, i take mountains down with a strike of my face waving a purple cloth, and siren wailing to be heard no one listens when u speak low.when ur low this seems like a story where there’s no me and you we are like stars in the sky,like clouds are just explosion in the sky earth was never made for us we were made for it when man plays god mother earth’s cry remains silent.