Soundtrack to Life!!!

So here if you want to post songs thats cool. I'm posting a diffrent one everyday, just because I can and plus because sometimes theres a song that just says hey this was my day, so heres todays song:

IF I AM
Music & Lyrics by Hampson

So your standing on a ledge,
It looks like you might fall.
So far down,
Or maybe you were thinking about jumping.
Now you could have it all,
If you learned a little patience!
For though I cannot fly,
I'm not content to crawl!...
So give me a little credit,
Have in me a little faith!
I want to be with you forever,
If tommorow's not too late!...
But it's always too late when you've got nothing
So you say!...
But you should never let the sun set on tommorow,
Before the sun rises today...
IF I AM!
Another waste of everything you dreamed of,
I will let you down...
IF I AM!
Only here to watch as you suffer,
I will let you down...
So your walking on the edge,
And you wait your turn to fall.
But you're so far gone,
That you don't see the hands upheld to catch you.
And you could find the fault,
In the heart that you've been handed!
For though you cannot fly,
You're not content to crawl!...
But it's always too late when you've got nothing
So you say!...
But you should never let the sun set on tommorow,
Before the sun rises today...
IF I AM!
Another waste of everything you dreamed of,
I will let you down...
IF I AM!
Only here to as watch you suffer,
I will let you down...
So you're standing on a ledge,
It looks like you might fall...
IF I AM!
Another waste of everything you dreamed of,
I will let you down...
IF I AM!
Only here to as watch you suffer,
I will let you down...
The answers we find,
Are never what we had in mind.
So we make it up as we go along...
I won't mention tommorow.
And we won't make those promises that we can't keep...
I will never leave you!
I will never let you down!
I will never leave you!
I will never let you down!

~PK~

 

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so ******* special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control
I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice, when I'm not around
You're so ******* special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here, ohhh ohhhh

She's running out again....
She's running out, she's run, run, run, run....run....

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so ******* special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

 

Todays Song:
Strawberry Fields Forver
Lennon/McCartney

Let me take you down, ?cause I?m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It?s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn?t matter much to me.
Let me take you down, ?cause I?m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can?t you know tune in but it?s all right, that is I think it?s not too bad.
Let me take you down, ?cause I?m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.

Always, no sometimes, think it?s me, but you know I know when it?s a dream.
I think I know I mean a ?yes? but it?s all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, ?cause I?m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.
Strawberry fields forever.

 

Le Ciel dans une Chambre
by Carla Bruni

Quand tu es près de moi,
Cette chambre n'a plus de parois,
Mais des arbres oui, des arbres infinis,
Et quand tu es tellement près de moi,
C'est comme si ce plafond-là,
Il n'existait plus, je vois le ciel penché sur nous... qui restons ainsi,
Abandonnés tout comme si
Il n'y avait plus rien, non plus rien d'autre au monde, et
J'entends l'harmonica... mais on dirait un orgue,
Qui chante pour toi et pour moi,
Là-haut dans le ciel infini,
Et pour toi, et pour moi

Quando sei qui con me
Questa stanza non ha piu pareti
Ma alberi, alberi infiniti
E se tu sei vicino a me
Questo soffitto, viola, no
Non esiste più, e vedo il cielo sopra a noi
Che restiamo quì, abbandonati come se
Non ci fosse più niente più niente al mondo, e
Suona l'armonica, ma sembra un organo
Che canta per te e per me
Su nell'immensità del cielo
E per te e per me.

Et pour toi, et pour moi.

 

Dr. Bernice by Cracker

Baby, don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all.
She's got hands like a man
With hair on the back,
She'll crush you in her embrace.

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes,
We all need a kind place to live.
Though the wind may whisper and howl at your door,
We all need the comfort of friends.

Baby, don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice,
That ain't a real cadillac.
It's a delta '88, spray-painted black,
With fake leather seats from Juarèz.

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes,
On a hot desert night it is still.
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door,
You're not obliged to let them all in.

Baby, don't you drive ride in that faux cadillac,
If you must, please ride in the back.
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight,
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks

Though the wind may whisper a melody now,
We can't find a tune of our own.
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face,
and tangle the hair on your head.

On a hot desert night,
We can drive down the road
And the stars will spell out your name.
On a hot desert night,
With the windows down wide,
The sirens will sing me their song.

And the ghosts of the sailors
who died on the rocks
Feel not a twinge of regret.
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head.
You sing like a siren to me.

On a hot desert night,
The caravan stops at the oasis next to your heart.
The soundtrack is played by some aged British queen
on BBC Radio One.

Though the wind my whisper an epic sometimes,
the cast must include Karen Black.
Though the symphony strings shift with the sands,
You sing like a siren to me.

You sing like a siren to me.
You sing like a siren to me.
You sing like a siren...
To me.