I thought I had found the girl of my dreams
Perhaps it’s not as bad as it seems
But I waited too long, and now I’m singin’ this song
’cause she’s found another, and now it’s too late for me.
I thought my acts were gallant, waiting so long
I thought she had a man in her life
Oh lord, how sorely I was wrong.
I waited too long, and now I’m singin’ this song.
Because she was always looking, while I
Awaited a booking, at a table for two.
This man, she had, was just a friend.
And now I’m tardy, never invited her to the party
Because I was too busy playing the fool.
The more that I live the more i have given the more that i see no one really gives like me the more friends i get the more friends i loose the more that i give the more that i get used
Chorus:
If you don’t ever wanna get hurt if you don’t ever wanna be let down if you don’t ever wanna feel stupid trust no one, trust no one
Verse 2:
You may surround yourself with people who are good but people never stay good like they should they might be the one your loving they might be your favorite cousin they might be your best friend and say they’ll be there to the end but the more that i live the more that i know the more that i see the more that it shows
Chorus:
If you don’t ever wanna get hurt if you don’t ever wanna fall in love if you don’t ever wanna live fully trust no one, trust no one
Verse 3:
The more that i live the more that i cry the more that i know everybody lies the more they let me down the more i wish i didn’t keep them around
Chorus:
cuz I’m really getting tired of getting hurt and i really don’t like to be let down but you don’t really wanna be like me i trust no one, trust no one I trust no one, I trust no one
Bridge:
Im not telling you to hold back in fact you should give everything your all I’m just warning you to watch your back cuz people would love to see you fall
Verse 4:
if all your friends have turned all shady and mistrust has got you crazy know theres one above who holds all the love and he trusts you to pull through when there is no one left to trust trust yourself be your own help trust no one trust no one cuz people they’re only human its simple trust no one, trust no one
Because of my love for Nerdfighteria and all they believe in, I had to share this beautiful original song by a young Canadian artist whose name is Laurena Segura (A fellow Nerdfighterian) You can get her released songs on iTunes 🙂 Enjoy!
Lyrics:
Sometimes I feel like I am permafrost
Alone in the tundra and really lost
And to think that this is how I feel
Like the ground is melting and nothing’s real
And in the taiga everybody knows
That you shouldn’t wander where the hemlock grows
When the land is vast and the wind blow fast
Will you stay with me if the darkness last?
I know I have nothing to give so may as well give up and live
You say I’m breaking your friends heart
But meanwhile you’re tearing mine apart
So stop asking me if she loves you back
If it’s charm you have then it’s courage you lack
But I want your love and I want it now
I’d ask you for it but I don’t know how
I want to hold you tight and I want to now
I’d say I love you but I don’t know how
It’s done X2
And I remember when we rode the bus
Through the boreal forest and the winter must
I put my head on your shoulder but you moved away
I said I wasn’t tired anyway
And I pretended that I didn’t care
But I hid a few tears behind a lock of hair
And I was tired and I needed sleep
So I swallowed my pride and I changed seat
Again
So I’d rather you make up your mind
A little faster, you’re such a waste of time X2
And you wanted more but you needed less
‘Cause you think that you’re better than the rest
And I wanted less but I needed more
‘Cause you left all I had on the forest floor
And In the mixed forest with the lakes galore
You always left me wanting more
And in the mixed forest with the lakes galore
You left my heart on the forest floor
I know I have nothing to give so may as well give up and live
You ain’t been blue; no, no, no.
You ain’t been blue,
Till you’ve had that mood indigo.
That feelin’ goes stealin’ down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, “Go ‘long blues”.
Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin’ when lights are low,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
‘Cause there’s nobody who cares about me,
I’m just a soul who’s
bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo,
I could lay me down and die.
I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities.
K-Q-E-D
“It’s a tune that equals you.”
I feel
Hallelujah I fail,
Bulemia I’m frail.
Hallelujah I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.
And…
This is worship and this is tribute
Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…
And, and,
You fit in!
K-Q-E-E-E-E-E-E-D
“It’s a tune that equals you.”
I feel
Hallelujah, I fail,
Bulemia, I’m frail.
Hallelujah, I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.
And…
Am I worshipping or am I tributing?
Loving, crumbling, ripping, and failing.
My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
And, and,
I fit in!
Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.
Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It’s cool.
Be cool, girl.
I’m not impressed,
I guess I’m not impressed.
With which dialect, which dialect marches best,
And who reaches heaven in what order
When our kids are baptized in mortar.
It’s a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we’re left to dance these bodies ’round the fountain.
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
Who’ll be riding in a tank that says “just married”?
I’m not impressed,
I guess I’m not impressed.
With which dialect, which dialect marches best,
We found that ultimately you can make it snow in the summer.
Contrary to what you believe
We oscillate and vary speed.
The food in jail is sulphury.
How do inuits spell relief?
Summer’s trudging closer and a flurry of white as well.
It’s the heart of nuclear winter and I’m scared as hell.
It’s a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we’re left to dance these bodies ’round the fountain.
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
Who’ll be riding in a tank that says “just married”?
many ways, many days, many phases down the line…
when people whisper it makes her nervous.
it’s you from the airport addressing most littlest.
in several days i just might prove worth it.
after all should they let you decide?
anyway, in a way…
walk the wire, walk the line.
when people whisper it makes her nervous.
it’s you from the airport addressing most littlest.
several days too late to unearth it.
we are the most impassioned, ugly people;
Ugly people say
A little YouTube browsing brought along this little gem and although it’s a little rough because it is a live track, I enjoy the raw perfection 🙂
All Good Junkies go to Heaven By GlassJaw
From the pills for the whispering
Even children know you are
sickened by your own protest
and you make sure it will pass
And you made it your business
to fish the tumor out
so you take and shake it, shake it
out of the ones you are
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
You bottled divinity
for the thimble to drown in
It brightens the children’s faces
when you water your old man
a sinner at gun point
you keep your monkey fed
and he takes and shake it, shake it
out of the ones he hurt
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
You bottled divinity
for the thimble to drown in
It brightens the children’s faces
when you water the old man
a sinner at gun point
you keep your monkey fed
and he’ll take and shake it, shake it
out of the ones you are
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
Mr. Shiver, I’m glad you sent a line
euphoria’s endearing
but it’s cold; we might as well retire to the
drawer where all used things (where all used things)
reside.
Mr. Shiver in the river
you were sold
you were told
I feel (I feel), if we make it over the mountain.
I feel (I feel), if we make it… if we make it…
Dressed in leather, red ball and vault attire
the most ironic place to be is easy (yeah):
between my finger and the blade, right before I let the used
(I let the used) resign.
Mr. Shiver in the river
you were sold
you were told
I do (I do) if we make it over the mountain
I do (I do) if we make it… if we make it…
You might lose the one you choose,
you might lose who won you, times ten,
(times ten, times ten, times ten)
You might lose the heat you choose
you might lose who won you, times ten
(times ten, times ten, times ten)
time time…
I do (I do) if we make it over the mountain
I feel (I feel) if we make it… if we make it…
The Way it Goes 