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Originally posted by wu kung
"Tears from the moon"
by Conjure One
Originally posted by DJMessiah
Originally posted by wu kung
"Tears from the moon"
by Conjure One
Ah, I love that song! I'm surprised people here have heard of Conjure One. I've once had a chance to DJ the same night as Rhys Fulber, when he was still part of Delerium.
Originally posted by wu kung
You are truly blessed.
Ah ----- look at all the lonely people
Ah ----- look at all the lonely people
Eleanor rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people where do they all belong?
Father mckenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no-one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when nobodys there
What does he care
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people where do they all belong?
Ah ----- look at all the lonely people
Ah ----- look at all the lonely people
Eleanor rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name,
Nobody came
Father mckenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people where do they all belong?
Originally posted by osram
Hmmm. Mad World from Donnie Darko?
I dont remember the artist though. Too lazy atm.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of #
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.
But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
Oh the rain is slowly fallin'
And my heart is so sad
Six more miles I'll leave my darlin'
Leave the best friend I ever had
Six more miles to the graveyard
Six more miles long and sad
six more miles to the graveyard
Leave the best friend I ever had
Oh I hear that train a comin'
Bringin' my darlin' back home
Six more miles to the graveyard
Never on this earth no more to roam
Six more miles to the graveyard
Six more miles long and sad
Six more miles Ill leave my darlin'
Leave the best friend I ever had