How can this be? This devil leaves, and God abandons me.
I'm left here looking at these flames that, too, could set me free.
The vessel that i used to be is tainted now and ripped apart bathed in madness by that feind who robbed me of my human heart
my life is gone but I live on dead; but still alive!
and lost to those who loved me once a demon now inside.
for here i am a thing of darkness Blown from this un-godly swoon immortal from a savage kiss: kept from my eventual tomb
but wait: did i invite this fate? this invitation from the damned? This introduction to the dark was never in my mortal plan
and could it be this curel joke was somehow in my destiny should I embrace its wicked ways and haunt the night for what I need?
to die in such a way and simply to be born again a thing of terrifying strength a bringer of bewitching pain
and blood become the drug i need will blood fulfill this thirst in me the thirst that sends them too their graves the thirst for that which I know crave
THIS THIRST THIS THIRST IS STRONG IT OVER POWERS ALL RIGHT AND WRONG
I was planning this morning to start a 'Worst lyrics ever' thread. By the looks of it, you beat me to it, B3TA.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Best lyric ever? I don't know. My favorite lyric, ever?
"WEAR YOUR HAIR DOWN AND A FLOWER DON'T USE MAKEUP, DRESS IN WHITE SHE'LL GROW OLDER BY THE HOUR AND BE HOPELESSLY SHATTERED BY SATURDAY NIGHT."
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
For so many years we've shared this path together kindred spirits in the path of history
for you the quest to heal is all that matters but it's a different road i crave these days for me
You dwell so on the cure for your creation and seek a ghost from our mythology
but now, the wonders that the world can offer mean more to me than anctient family trees
to hear the waves pound the timvers of a schooner fighting off the coastline of cape horn
to travel in the shadow of the long boats to where the giants of the artic ice were born
to the dangers in the deep dark congo river where the crocodile hunts, and the python strikes
to watch another predator in action could rejuvinate some meaning in your life
the thrill to hunt in such exotic places i can almost taste those beauties in siam the brown-skinned boys of meek innocent wranglers the shy chinese behind their painted fans
my need to go is hard to fight i want to gaze upon the world just like the northern light
and of all the things about you that i'm going to miss is the bond we form together through this crimson kiss
my son so dear, the world's out there mystery calls and I can't resist but you and i have memories bound together by the Crimson kiss
Lestat: Please stay with me 8(
Carolee: I cannot
Lestat: I did not give you the dark gift so that you could one day walk away from me!
Carmello: I gave you the gift of life, knowing that some day you WOULD walk away from me! (burrrn)
With the well-spring of my strength unrestricted, there's so little i could fail to endure
i could face a treck across the hyiimaleyas survive the freezing mists of scottish moores
my need to go is hard to fight i want to gaze upon thsi world just like the northern light
and of all the things about you that i'm going to miss it's the bnd we form 2getha thru tha krimson kiss
my son so dear the world's out there mystery calls and i can't resist
but you and i have memories bound 2getha by the crimson kisss
my son so dear the world's out there mystery calls and i can't resist
but you and i have memories bound 2getha by the crimson kisss<3
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
It's the Day of the Ox, my Lord. With but three days remaining And today already waning, I've a few further shocks, my Lord.
To begin, let me say, At the risk of repetition, There are ships in the bay, And they didn't ask permission, But they sit there all day In contemptuous array With a letter to convey And they haven't gone away And there's every indication They they still plan to stay, And you look a little gray, my Lord …
Have some tea, my Lord, Some chrysanthemum tea, While we plan, if we can, What our answer ought to be.
If the tea the Shogun drank will Serve to keep the Shogun tranquil, I suggest, if I may, my Lord, We consult the Confucians — They have mystical solutions. There are none wise as they, my Lord …
This thread has basically turned into the A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC lyrics thread (with the PO exception). I'm fine with that!
STENDHAL WOULD RUIN THE PLAN OF ATTACK FOR THERE ISN'T MUCH BLUE IN THE RED AND THE BLACK.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
He smiles sweetely, strokes my hair, says he misses me I would murder him right there, but first I die He talks softly of his wars, and his horses, and his whores I think loves a dirty business! I'm before him on my knees, and he kisses me He assumes I lose my reason, and I do.
Breaks. My. Heart.
Theatre is a safe place to do the unsafe things that need to be done.
-John Patrick Shanley
omen, women... Understanding and reliable, Knowing their place. Insufferable, yes, but gentle, Their weaknesses are incidental. A functional but ornamental Race. Durable, sensible Women, women... Very nearly indispensable Creatures of grace. God knows the foolishness about them, But if one had to live without them, The world would surely be a poorer, If purer, Place.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
This is the moment, This is the day, This is the moment when I know I'm on my way. Every endeavour, I have made ever, Is coming into play, Is here and now today.
This is the moment, This is the time, When the momentum And the moment are in rhyme! Give me this moment This momentous moment. I'll gather up my past And make some sense at last!
This is the moment. When all I've done, All of the dreaming, Scheming and screaming, Becomes one! This is the day, Just see it shine, When all I've lived for, Becomes mine!
This is the moment, This is the hour, When I can open up tomorrow Like a flower, And put my hand to, Everything I planned to, Fulfil my grand design, See all my stars align!
This is the moment, My final test! Destiny beckoned, I never reckoned, Second best! I won't look down, I must not fall, This is the moment, The sweetest moment of them all!
This is the moment, Damn all the odds, This day or never, I'll sit forever with the gods! When I look back, I will recall, Moment for moment, This was the moment, The greatest moment of them all!
underwater? it's like a song you hear on the radio at night like sleepin with the light off like the wooden sound of your mama sad bassoon
noah, someday we'll talk again but they's things we'll never say that sorrow deep inside you it inside me too and it never go away
you be okay you'll learn how to lose things
my sorrow go where my heart grow calm when you stop breathing air... you get oh so calm no fire down there so it's calm calm calm and there's never any money so it's very very calm
but you miss oh you miss the sun and the moon and the wooden bassoon
and sharing cigarettes? do you miss sharing a cigarette?
How can I wait around til later? I'll be 90 on my deathbed and the late, or rather later, Henrik Egerman...
Doesn't anything begin?
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
For brevity's sake I'm not going to reprint the whole thing, but I'm Still Here is hands down the greatest lyric ever written for the musical theater. Ever.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
"He smiles sweetely, strokes my hair, says he misses me I would murder him right there, but first I die He talks softly of his wars, and his horses, and his whores I think loves a dirty business! I'm before him on my knees, and he kisses me He assumes I lose my reason, and I do."
what are those lyrics from? Updated On: 3/19/07 at 11:22 PM
"Picture "The View," with the wisecracking, sympathetic sweethearts of that ABC television show replaced by a panel of embittered, suffering or enraged Arab women" -the Times review of Black Eyed