its certainly an interesting universe we occupy, what is real, why do we “need” a TV or a big house, and a fast car, why do people keep updating everything even thou its not broken, why do we “need” so many TVs in our house, watching other people act out fake lives in stories made up from people watching other people in their life, what difference does it make what name is on our clothing, and who made our car, if people weren’t so afraid and had such small esteem, there would no need to buy new things,
Violent Femmes - Good Feeling Lyrics
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Dear lady there's so many things
That I have come to fear
Little voice says I'm going crazy
To see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise
Like he's been up all night
ooo slippin and slidin
What a good time but now
Have to find a bed
That can take this wait
Good feeing
Won’t you say stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I know the other one
Just a little too well
Oh dear lady
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
y'know it always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Last Goodbye Lyrics (J. Buckley)
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
You gave me more to live for,
More than you'll ever know.
This is our last embrace,
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Baby, maybe it is just because I didn't know you at all.
Kiss me, please, Kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know, it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.
Did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"
And did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
"Maybe... you didn't know him at all."
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory
Of her sighs that, "it's over... it's over..."
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