torchomatic
Well-Known Member
Gang Of Four - Not Great Men
Pre-season:
Dawning is the Day
10 games in:
Stepping in a Slide Zone
Transfer Window:
Guessing Game
Now:
Lost in a Lost World
6 games to go:
Survival
End of Season:
New Horizons
This Forum:
Words You Say
Sisu Out Brigade:
Procession
Thorn Out Brigade:
Go Now!
Hoffman/Elliott:
Sooner or Later
Keys:
Talking out of terms
Sisu:
No more lies
Take over negotiation:
Meet me halfway
Godiva:
Melancholy Man http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXJpgqhWvNY
(All titles by The Moody Blues)
Puppet on a String - Richard (Sandy) Shaw
In these desperate times
This I plead
When all else fails
Remember me
What were all those dreams we shared
Those many years ago?
What were all those plans we made now
Left beside the road?
Behind us in the road
It's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home
The little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home
And all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it's home
It's nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it's home...
Keeps it clean. a keeps it copaseptic
A little boys and girls their heads are all collected.
A not crazy. a per se
Just a little strange when he gets hungry.
City state your town he will continue.
A stadiums tiny clubs every venue.
A his bus. a your trust.
There goes another turned into crust.
Dirty frank a Dirty Frank yeah. A Dirty frank. oh a Dirty Frank.
Yeah, oh, watch it! now
Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother... Shut your mouth! Hey man, I'm just talking about dirty Frank.
If I keep holding out
Will the light shine through
Under this broken roof
Its only rain that I feel
Ive been wishing out the days
Ohh ohh oh come back
But the strangest thing today
So far away and yet you feel so close
And Im not gonna question any other way
There must be an open door
For you uhh uhh uhh.... To come back
Lives opened and trashed..."look ma, watch me crash"...
No time to question...why'd nothing last...
Grasp and hold on...we're dyin' fast...
Soon be over...and i will relent...
Let the ocean swell, dissolve 'way my past
Three days, and maybe longer
Won't even know i've left
Once divided...nothing left to subtract...
Some words when spoken...can't be taken back...
Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...
Future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking...
Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...
Nothingman...