The atmosphere of smiths boards are all so stuffy and snooty compared to other band fan boards.

What's the deal?

i really hope you were being sarcastic. if you meant to be facetious, then it was pretty clever and funny, in a subtle subdued internal-smile kind of way.

but if you really meant what you said, than you seriously have some internal self-esteem conflicts to face, and you have much growing up to do.

?..johnny...

Ah, you know, we are really mental cases, and this is our private hell.

> ?..johnny...

Marr??

But there _is_ a huge frequency of idiocy around here, how annoying...

!..johnny?


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> i really hope you were being sarcastic. if you meant to be facetious, then
> it was pretty clever and funny, in a subtle subdued internal-smile kind of
> way.

> but if you really meant what you said, than you seriously have some
> internal self-esteem conflicts to face, and you have much growing up to
> do.

> ?..johnny...

Of course I was being funny you nubbin. But the fact that I actually have to explain that to you diminishes the credibility of your entire arguement.

since Morrissey is much better than all other artists combined, we sometimes feel superior to the clueless schmucks who think the Cure is really great etc etc.

that's senseless... there's absolutely no connection. in what way does my wonder if you were a pretentious pedant diminish the credibility of my argument?

hmm... but... maybe you're still in character? playing the role of a pointless person.

` d ,

pff... if that's really why you think you're better than everyone else than you seriously have some self-esteem issues to resolve. you think that by just listening to some tedious band, that most people hate, you automatically become "cool"? that's the most ridiculously delusive thing I ever heard in my life.

if your only sense of self worth is derived from some listening some band, then you are an extremely sad individual, granted the idea that you _are_ even an individual when you purposely destroy your sense of self by acting just like any other smiths fan.

and

What can make you possibly imagine that the smiths are any better than the cure?

it's all a matter of taste, and your an idiot for thinking that you have taste.

but to make a point, smith's are the most pretentious band in the world, i mean, look at the sort of people that they create, namely _you_.

besides the fact that from a poetic perspective the lyrics are turgid to the point of incoherence, and from a musical stand point his vocals have a gaseous anus' sense of cadance.

what can possibly be their appeal? if not intellectual, and if not artistic, is it just that listening to them makes you feel special because you're part of an exclusive group as not many people out there like the smiths?

` d ,

1- The Smiths are widely regarded not as the best group of the 80s, but as the best group since the 80s;

2- Morrissey (whose voice from the technical POV is quite good for a white person, and who has a moving, marvellous sense of warmth and melody) is the best lyricist of all time; Moz songs range from simple to complex, from humorous to tragic. If you don't get their meaning you're a lowest common denominator and I can't help it; get yourself some education, search for the references that you don't understand and become a better person;

3- Johnny Marr is possibly the most sought-after musician in the United Kingdom, and has virtually no rivals in the history of pop guitar playing; besides Cream-era Clapton, there is not one guitar player alive who could even remotely compare to him; Marr also did brilliant, unsurpassed arrangements (two examples: if you play a little guitar, try to emulate the precise speed at which "William, It Was Really Nothing" is played, or else try to play "This Charming Man" in counterpoint, like Marr does);

4- Other groups pale besides The Smiths because the level of excellence in musicianship was, as a whole, awesome. Even people who dislike the group and the pop sound in general recognize the the proficience in the songs; examples? Listen to The Smiths and then to some other contmeporary group (The Cure, Echo etc), or listen to an original Smiths tune and then a cover version;

5- Additionally, The Smiths had many radio hits, made lots of money, remain consistent sellers (the group has as many best-ofs as studio albums, BTW) and revolutionized the so-called indie record companies.

6- Morrissey's world, which is what The Smiths are made of, is very complex, ironic and emotional; once you get into it, once you relate to songs like "Panic" or "The Lazy Sunbathers" (Moz song), you necessarily feel you have attained a superior kind of knowledge, and have had access to a sublime kind of beauty. If you don't get it, there's always Britney Spears.

Advice: 1) if you want to comment on a subject, be acquainted with it; 2) avoid ad hominem fallacies and 3)don't knock what you can't get.

"I could say more, but you get the general idea" (I hope)

> pff... if that's really why you think you're better than everyone else
> than you seriously have some self-esteem issues to resolve. you think that
> by just listening to some tedious band, that most people hate, you
> automatically become "cool"? that's the most ridiculously
> delusive thing I ever heard in my life.

> if your only sense of self worth is derived from some listening some band,
> then you are an extremely sad individual, granted the idea that you _are_
> even an individual when you purposely destroy your sense of self by acting
> just like any other smiths fan.

> and

> What can make you possibly imagine that the smiths are any better than the
> cure?

> it's all a matter of taste, and your an idiot for thinking that you have
> taste.

> but to make a point, smith's are the most pretentious band in the world, i
> mean, look at the sort of people that they create, namely _you_.

> besides the fact that from a poetic perspective the lyrics are turgid to
> the point of incoherence, and from a musical stand point his vocals have a
> gaseous anus' sense of cadance.

> what can possibly be their appeal? if not intellectual, and if not
> artistic, is it just that listening to them makes you feel special because
> you're part of an exclusive group as not many people out there like the
> smiths?

> ` d ,

counterpoint 1:
a baseless and tasteless opinion considering most music critics believe that the rep of the smiths, and morrissey in particular isn't not built on music but hype fueled by shallow people like you whose sense of self-worth seems to be analogously tied to the number of morrissey albums owned.

Johnny Marr may have been a great guitarist, and the music may be quite lovely stuff, but the simply fact is that Morrissey has as much of a sense of melody and cadance as a fat screaming whore in bed.

CP 2:
(Good for a white person? lol.... what a proufoundly inspired comment.)
So onto the net point -
What band's music does NOT range from simple to complex? From humorous to tragic? apparently you need break out of your deaf morrissey bubble, there are much more things to listen to than morrissey, unless you are really intent on atrophying your standards. Perhaps you believe that by ignore all other music, morrissey, by default, will sound good? I've read a lot of morrissey's lyrics, I actually quite fancy some of their songs, but not to the point of becoming one of you.

The problem with his lyrics are that they are way too fixed on a single metaphor. He gets obsessed with one clever idea and stretches it out accross a whole 6 minute song. It gets really tedious and it seems to reveal his level of inspiration. Perhaps clever ideas are not too common to "Moz".

And don't try that stupidly overused ad hominom attack on me. "You don't agree with me because you are not profound and educated like I am." pfff, what self-delusive crap. You aren't fooling anyone but, perhaps, yourself.

CP 3:
Yea there's no doubt there, Johnny Marr is good, we agree here. But I wouldn't go as far as to say that he's anything brilliant. He may be good at guitar, and be able to do difficult things really quickly, but just because something is difficult to do, doesn't mean its good. If Johnny Marr can break is own neck with his anus on stage, you'd undoubtable applaud that too.

CP 4:
How would that prove anything? There is no band that can surpass the poetic and melodic genius of Robert Smith and the Cure. Listening to the smiths and th cure side by side would only serve to reaffirm that. But there's a big difference between cure fans and smiths fans:
Cure fans look for more beauty within, and more beauty out, in the world through music, whereas smiths fan look for something overtly glib, pretentious and somewhat destructive.

But I still don't see how listening to a smiths song and then a cover version would prove anything?

CP 5:
A lot of bands sell a lot of records, the Cure has enjoyed(?) much more commercial success than the smiths, but I still don't think that proves anything. I'm more into the artistic aspect of music rather than the innane commercialistic side, and so these trivial points are of no significance.

CP 6:
There a difference between actually attaining a deeper sense of beauty and intellect, and just pretending that you have to make yourself feel more important and somehow special.

These things are like the size of a man's penis - the more you brag about it, the more you are trying to compensate for your lack thereof.

` d ,

use of the word pedant is pedantic...

> The atmosphere of smiths boards are all so stuffy and snooty compared to
> other band fan boards.

> What's the deal?

And don't even start with me, I'm Tonya Harding! I know people!

> that's senseless... there's absolutely no connection. in what way does my
> wonder if you were a pretentious pedant diminish the credibility of my
> argument?

> hmm... but... maybe you're still in character? playing the role of a
> pointless person.

> ` d ,

do you have any idea what that word means? and can you think of a more common word that would be more apt?


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> that's senseless... there's absolutely no connection. in what way does my
> wonder if you were a pretentious pedant diminish the credibility of my
> argument?

> hmm... but... maybe you're still in character? playing the role of a
> pointless person.

> ` d ,

This is so tiresome.

I must assume that your initial statement is based on your observation of this board. You are manifestly inept when it comes to the interpretation of written contibutions. Therefore your "credibility" is not simply diminished, it is non-existent. Now fuck off you pratt.

Ok, calm down. If you pay attention, you'll understand we are talking about unbalanced people, so they try to hide their weakness, their afraid, their complex behind this pedantic attitude. There's no civilized conversation on here, just people trying to sound witty like Morrissey, but their attempts are laughable. So, after all they are funny. It's not a kind of erudite humour, but what do you want? I mean, we are talking about people who sing Bigmouth Strikes Again!

the blame is on the root of the problem. your post made absolutely no sense to begine with, what kind of a response did you expect?


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I'm getting so annoyed by the massive amount of internally conflicted egos on smiths fan boards. I'm a pretty new smith's fan myself. i'm really more of a johnny marr fan primarily, i usually just tune morrissey out...

but there's a lotof morrissey songs I like as well,

although these people are seriously making me question what kind of music i'm listening to...

the effects of this music doesn't seem too healthy


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Look, let me tell it to your face: nobody who matters cares about the Cure. Goth teens who don't know any better insist on comparing The Smiths with Robert Smith's awful, sad band, but this is pointless. Robert Smith's voice is horrible, the lyrics sound like one-dimensional, shallow excerpts from bored teenager's diaries and the music is non-existent form the technical POV. Consider, for instance, the bass lines from "Barabarism Begins at Home" and "Killing an Arab".

The Smiths reputation rests entirely on the songs. All other factors (hype, fans etc) are secondary, since the group split fifteen years ago.

Your opinions still fail to deal with the facts objectively. It's not about telling who's arrogant and who's humble, but who's right and who's wrong. If I had views like yours, I'd sure be very humble, but since I have no CD by Robert "smeared lipstick" Smith on my collection, I feel it's almost a duty to express my feelings on what's good and what's debasing.

About listening to the original and to a cover version: a mediocre band can be easily emulated, whereas a good one cannot. Just the other day I heard some female singer's band do an identical version of "Smells Like Teen Spirit"; on the other hand, Sinéad O'Connor singing "The Hand That Rocks The Cradle" gives me a headache. Everyone can play stuff by the Cure or the Ramones, but it's different with The Smiths, because The Smiths' songs are vastly superior and have an individual power which cannot be duplicated.

About the white person thing: if you do not live in Mars, you should be acquainted with the fact that black singers are the best-- Sam Cooke, Aaron Neville and so on have no rivals as far as singing is concerned.

I don't know about the Cure being more successful than The Smiths-- I know they did more records and probably more shows, but that was it really.

Everybody who feels inferior to Moz and his loyal, well-read fans tries to somehow diminish him. It's been like that for two decades, and still his reputation as an artist grows stronger. Someone who's able to creatively interpret the boundaries between violence and love, to hint at subtle possibilities without being vulgar and who has the ability to tell it like it is as far as human emotions go is a true genius, and only Morrissey did that on the pop music front. He has no peers; The Smiths remain the standard by which pop music is judged.

Meanwhile, a disoriented Robert Smith rambles on about caterpillars.

I don't have much time, so I'll be replying as I read:

lol, great argument.

you're comparing a well developed song, written later in the smiths' career to a quick minimalistic pop song robert playfully wrote when he was 16.

That was the 1st song he ever released by the way, how well developed of a sound did you expect? Your judging the Cure by that?

hmmm, that only shows how shallow your points are.

the two songs that you mentioned by the cure were "catapillar girl" (which, by the way, is NOT about catapillars) and "killing an arab" (which by the way is NOT about killing an arab).

So judging by that, I presume that you consider the cure goth, and you have NO CLUE at all what their work is about.

and judging by the way you consider the smiths' music good because it is hard to replicate means you have NO IDEA what music is all about either.

according to your points, music to you is not an artform but a sport. So now I can see the miscommunication -- you don't even really listen to music.

LOL!!! oh my *uckin gaud, I can't believe you said that,

"if you do not live in Mars, you should be acquainted with the fact that black singers are the best-- Sam Cooke, Aaron Neville and so on have no rivals as far as singing is concerned."

HAHAHAHA, you're too funny. I hope you don't really think like that...

You really need to try to keep an open mind. There's much more out there than the smiths.

And you really need to listen to more Cure before you say something about them, if all you know of the cure is their hit singles, then you know nothing.

No one that truly appreciates the Cure is too into their hit singles.

here's an example of some of his lyrics, I'll list a random few listed in chronological order so you can have a chance to wade in the shallow end of the Cure.

Here's a song you may know as it was one of their hit singles, its called

primary (off of Faith):

The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
I slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought I'd say those words

The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know
The less we show

The very first time I saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time I touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon

Oh remember
Please
Don't change

And so the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how I could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same

So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream...

The Figurehead (off of Pornography)

Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year

A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing

I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while...

I can never say no to anyone but you

Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight...
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time

I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again

Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again

Same deep water as You (off Disintegration)

Kiss me goodbye
Pushing out before I sleep
Can't you see I try
Swimming the same deep water as you is hard
"The shallow drowned lose less than we"
You breathe
The strangest twist upon your lips
"And we shall be together... "

"Kiss me goodbye
Bow your head and join with me"
And face pushed deep
Reflections meet
The strangest twist upon your lips
And disappear
The ripples clear
And laughing
Break against your feet
And laughing
Break the mirror sweet
"So we shall be together... "

"Kiss me goodbye"
Pushing out before I sleep
It's lower now and slower now
The strangest twist upon your lips
But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile
The very last thing before I go...

I will kiss you I will kiss you
I will kiss you forever on nights like this
I will kiss you I will kiss you
And we shall be together...

Open (Wish)

I really don't know what I'm doing here
I really think I should've gone to bed tonight but...
"Just one drink
And there're some people to meet you
I think that you'll like them
I have to say we do
And i promise in less than than an hour we will honestly go...
Now why don't I just get you another
While you just say hello... "

Yeah just say hello...

So I'm clutching it tight
Another glass in my hand
And my mouth and the smiles
Moving up as I stand up
Too close and too wide
And the smiles are too bright
And I breathe in too deep
And my head's getting light
But the air is getting heavier and it's closer
And I'm starting to sway
And the hands all on my shoulders don't have names
And they won't go away
So here I go
Here I go again...

Falling into strangers
And it's only just eleven
And I'm staring like a child
Until someone slips me heaven
And I take it on my knees
Just like a thousand times before
And I get transfixed
That fixed
And I'm just looking at the floor
Just looking at the floor
Yeah i look at the floor...

And I'm starting to laugh
Like an animal in pain
And I've got blood on my hands
And I've got hands in my brain
And the first short retch
Leaves me gasping for more
And I stagger over screaming
On my way to the floor
And I'm back on my back
With the lights and the lies in my eyes
And the colour and the music's too loud
And my head's all the wrong size
So here I go
Here I go again...

Yeah I laugh and I jump
And I sing and I laugh
And I dance and I laugh
And I laugh and I laugh
And I can't seem to think
Where this is
Who I am
Why I'm keeping this going
Keep pouring it out
Keep pouring it down
Keeping it going
Keep pouring it down
And the way the rain comes down hard...
That's the way I feel inside...

I can't take it anymore
This it I've become
This is it like I get
When my life's going numb
I just keep moving my mouth
I just keep moving my feet
I say I'm loving you to death
Like I'm losing my breath
And all the smiles that I wear
And all the games that I play
And all the drinks that I mix
And i drink until I'm sick
And all the faces I make
And all the shapes that I throw
And alll the people I meet
And all the words that I know
Makes me sick to the heart
Oh I feel so tired...

And the way the rain comes down hard...
That's how I feel inside...

Edge of the deep green sea (Wish)

Every time we do this
I fall for her
Wave after wave after wave
It's all for her
"I know this can't be wrong" I say
(And I'll lie to keep her happy)
"As long as I know that you know
That today I belong right here with you"

Right here with you...

And so we watch the sun come up
From the edge of the deep green sea
And she listens like her head's on fire
Like she wants to believe in me
So I try
"Put your hands in the sky
Surrender
Remember
We'll be here forever
And we'll never say goodbye... "

I've never been so
Colourfully-see-through-head before
I've never been so
Wonderfully-me-you-want-some-more
And all I want is to keep it like this
You and me alone
A secret kiss
And don't go home
Don't go away
Don't let this end
Please stay...
Not just for today...

"Never never never never never let me go" she says
"Hold me like this for a hundred thousand million days"
But suddenly she slows
And looks down at my breaking face
"Why do you cry?
What did I say?"
"But it's just rain" I smile
Brushing my tears away...

I wish I could just stop
I know another moment will break my heart
Too many tears
Too many times
Too many years I've cried over you

How much more can we use it up?
Drink it dry?
Take this drug?
Looking for something forever gone
But something we will always want...

"Why why why are you letting me go" she says
"I feel you pulling back
I feel you changing shape"
And just as I'm breaking free
She hangs herself in front of me
Slips her dress like a flag to the floor
And hands in the sky
Surrenders it all...

I wish I could just stop
I know another moment will break my heart
Too many tears
Too many times
Too many years I've cried for you
It's always the same
Wake up in the rain
Head in pain
Hung in shame
A different name
Same old game
Love in vain
And miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Away from home again...

This twilight garden (Wish B-Side)

I lift my lips from kissing you
To kiss the sky
Cloud soft and blue
And slow the sun melts down
Into your golden words for me

I lift my hands from touching you
To touch the wind that whispers through
This twilight garden
Turns into a world
Where dreams are real

No-one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No-one will ever take your place
So in love with you

I lift my eyes from watching you
To watch the star rise shine onto
Your dreaming face and dreaming smile
You're dreaming worlds for me

I lift my lips from kissing you
And kiss the sky wide deepest blue
And slow the moon swims up
Into your golden words for me

No-one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No-one will ever take your place
So in love with you

This is a Lie (Wild Mood Swings)

HOW EACH OF US DECIDES
I'VE NEVER BEEN SURE
THE PART WE PLAY
THE WAY WE ARE
HOW EACH OF US DENIES ANY OTHER WAY IN THE WORLD
WHY EACH OF US MUST CHOOSE
I'VE NEVER UNDERSTOOD
ONE SPECIAL FRIEND
ONE TRUE LOVE
WHY EACH OF US MUST LOSE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD

HOWEVER UNSURE
HOWEVER UNWISE
DAY AFTER DAY PLAY OUT OUR LIVES
HOWEVER CONFUSED
PRETENDING TO KNOW TO THE END

BUT THIS ISN'T TRUTH THIS ISN'T RIGHT
THIS ISN'T LOVE THIS ISN'T LIFE THIS ISN'T REAL
THIS IS A LIE

HOW EACH OF US BELIEVES
I'VE NEVER REALLY KNOWN
IN HEAVEN UNSEEN AND HELL UNKNOWN
HOW EACH OF US DREAMS TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING AT ALL
WHY EACH OF US DECIDES
I'VE NEVER BEEN SURE
THE PART WE TAKE
THE WAY WE ARE
WHY EACH OF US DENIES EVERY OTHER WAY IN THE WORLD

HOWEVER UNSURE
HOWEVER UNWISE
DAY AFTER DAY PLAY OUT OUR LIVES
HOWEVER CONFUSED
PRETENDING TO KNOW TO THE END

BUT THIS ISN'T TRUTH THIS ISN'T RIGHT
THIS ISN'T LOVE THIS ISN'T LIFE THIS ISN'T REAL
THIS IS A LIE
THIS ISN'T TRUTH THIS ISN'T RIGHT
THIS ISN'T LOVE THIS ISN'T LIFE THIS ISN'T REAL
THIS IS A LIE

Strange Attraction (WMS)

IT STARTED WITH A DEDICATION
"LOST IN ADMIRATION - HAPPY BIRTHDAY - I'M FOREVER YOURS - BLOSSOM"
FADED RED INSIDE A TINY BOOK OF BUTTERFLIES
I SMILED SURPRISED AT HOW WHEN FLICKERED THROUGH
THE WINGS FLEW BY SPELLED OUT MY NAME...

SIX MONTHS WENT BY THE SUMMER LOST
OBSESSIVELY THE LETTERS DROPPED INTO MY LIFE
THE SAME SOFT BLOOD SMOOTH FLOWING HAND
"PLEASE TRY TO UNDERSTAND - I HAVE TO SEE YOU - HAVE TO FEEL YOU -
TELL YOU ALL THE WAYS I NEED YOU - YOURS FOREVER IN LOVE... "

STRANGE ATTRACTION SPREADS IT'S WINGS
IT VARIES BUT THE SMALLEST THINGS
YOU NEVER KNOW HOW ANYTHING WILL CHANGE
STRANGE ATTRACTION SPREADS IT'S WINGS
AND ALTERS BUT THE SMALLEST THINGS
YOU NEVER KNOW HOW ANYTHING WILL FADE

THE YEAR GREW OLD INCESSANTLY SHE WROTE TO ME
SHE'D STARTED SMOKING POETRY!
I LAUGHED IN RECOGNITION OF A FAVOURITE PHRASE
SHE'D PULLED ME IN...
I ANSWERED HER
A CHRISTMAS CARD IN SEPIA
ARRANGING WHEN AND WHERE
AND HOW THE TWO OF US SHOULD MEET...

HER OPENING SO WELL PREPARED
A NERVOUS SMILE
I COULDN'T TAKE MY EYES FROM HER
SHE WHISPERED
"CAN I USE SOME OF YOUR LIPSTICK?"
IT WAS PERFECT SO BELIEVABLE
I COULDN'T HELP BUT FEEL THAT IT WAS REAL
AND KISSING CRIMSON FELL INTO HER WAITING ARMS...

STRANGE ATTRACTION SPREADS IT'S WINGS
IT VARIES BUT THE SMALLEST THINGS
YOU NEVER KNOW HOW ANYTHING WILL CHANGE
STRANGE ATTRACTION SPREADS IT'S WINGS
AND ALTERS BUT THE SMALLEST THINGS
YOU NEVER KNOW HOW ANYTHING WILL FADE

SO ALONE INTO THE COLD NEW YEAR WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD FROM HER
I WROTE TO ASK IF WE COULD MAYBE MEET AGAIN BEFORE THE SPRING
BUT WEEKS WENT BY WITH NO REPLY UNTIL ONCE MORE MY BIRTHDAY CAME
AND WITH IT MY SURPRISE BUT THIS TIME NOTHING WAS THE SAME...

"I'M SORRY - BLAME INFATUATION - BLAME IMAGINATION -
I WAS SURE YOU'D BE THE ONE BUT I WAS WRONG -
IT SEEMS REALITY DESTROYS OUR DREAMS - I WON'T FORGET YOU - BLOSSOM"
FADED RED INSIDE A TINY BOOK OF OLD GOODBYES...

STRANGE ATTRACTION SPREADS IT'S WINGS
IT VARIES BUT THE SMALLEST THINGS
YOU NEVER KNOW HOW ANYTHING WILL CHANGE
STRANGE ATTRACTION SPREADS IT'S WINGS
AND ALTERS BUT THE SMALLEST THINGS
AND YOU NEVER KNOW...

Adonais (WMS)

HE BREAKS THE SPELL STILL YOUNG
AWAKES FROM OUT THIS DREAM OF LIFE
AND LEAVES US SLEEPING
STORM RACKED BLIND CONSUMED
BY PHANTOM PALE DISPLAYS OF GRIEF
HE SLIPS FROM OUT THIS SHADOW LAND OF PAIN
WHERE HEADS GROW SORROW GREY
AND AGE DESTROYS ALL HOPE
AND SPIRITS CRUSHED
LAMENT AND HIDE AWAY

BUT WORDLESS WATCH THE SOFT SKY SMILE
AND BREATHLESS HEAR THE LOW WIND SIGH
"WHAT DEATH MAY JOIN NO MORE LET LIFE DIVIDE"

"DREAM YOURSELF AWAKE" HE CALLS
"ETERNITY AWAITS US ALL
OPEN YOUR EYES AND BE WITH ME
BE WITH ME... "

HE BREAKS THE CHAINS STILL YOUNG
DISPELS THE HATEFUL SHADES OF TREACHEROUS TIME
AND LEAVES US SLEEPING
TORTURED MUTE
DEVOURED BY GHOSTLY SHAPES OF LIFE
HE SLIPS FROM TIES OF DUST
TO BE THE WORLD WE DREAM HE LIVES
A PART OF EVERYTHING WE FEEL
THE YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL
AND BRAVE OF HEART

BUT WORDLESS WATCH THE SOFT SKY SMILE
AND BREATHLESS HEAR THE LOW WIND SIGH
"WHAT DEATH MAY JOIN NO MORE LET LIFE DIVIDE"

"DREAM YOURSELF AWAKE" HE CALLS
"ETERNITY AWAITS US ALL
OPEN YOUR EYES AND BE WITH ME
BE WITH ME... "
"DREAM YOURSELF AWAKE" HE CALLS
"ETERNITY AWAITS US ALL
OPEN YOUR EYES AND BE WITH ME
FOREVER... "

More than this (X-Files Soundtrack)

FOR A SECOND OF YOUR LIFE
TELL ME THAT IT'S TRUE
WAITING FOR A SIGN
IT'S ALL I WANT OF YOU
YOUR HEART HIDES A SECRET
"THE PROMISE OF WHAT IS"

...OR SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS?

JUST A SECOND OF YOUR TIME
ANY ONE WILL DO
THE TASTE OF ANY 'OTHER'
IS ALL I WANT FROM YOU
OFFER ME THE WORLD
AND HOW CAN I RESIST
SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS?

MAKE-BELIEVE IN MAGIC
MAKE-BELIEVE IN DREAMS
MAKE-BELIEVE IN POSSIBLE
NOTHING AS IT SEEMS
TO SEE TOUCH TASTE SMELL HEAR
BUT NEVER KNOW IF IT'S REAL...

FOR A SECOND OF YOUR LIFE
TELL ME IF IT'S TRUE
ANYWHERE BEYOND
IT'S ALL I WANT OF YOU
ON YOUR LIPS LIES A SECRET
"THE PROMISE OF A KISS"

...OR SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS?

JUST A SECOND OF YOUR TIME
ANY ONE WILL DO
TO KNOW OF ANY 'OTHER'
IS ALL I WANT FROM YOU
GIVING ME THE WORLD
KNOW I CAN'T RESIST
SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS

MAKE-BELIEVE IN MAGIC
MAKE-BELIEVE IN DREAMS
MAKE-BELIEVE IN POSSIBLE
NOTHINGS AS IT SEEMS
AND NEVER REALLY UNDERSTAND
WHAT ANYTHING MEANS...

ANOTHER SECOND OF MY LIFE
NOT KNOWING IF IT'S TRUE
MAKE-BELIEVE IN NOTHING
IT'S ALL I WANT OF YOU
WHISPER ME THE SECRET
WHISPER ME...

"THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING OTHER...
SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS"

There is no if (Bloodflowers)

REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU -
IT WAS RAINING HARD AND YOU NEVER HEARD -
YOU SNEEZED! AND I HAD TO SAY IT OVER
"I SAID I LOVE YOU" I SAID... YOU DIDN'T SAY A WORD
JUST HELD YOUR HANDS TO MY SHINING EYES
AND I WATCHED AS THE RAIN RAN THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
HELD YOUR HANDS TO MY SHINING EYES AND SMILED AS YOU KISSED ME...

"IF YOU DIE" YOU SAID "SO DO I" YOU SAID...
AND IT STARTS THE DAY YOU MAKE THE SIGN
"TELL ME I'M FOREVER YOURS AND YOU'RE FOREVER MINE
FOREVER MINE... "

"IF YOU DIE" YOU SAID "SO DO I" YOU SAID...
AND IT STARTS THE DAY YOU CROSS THAT LINE
"SWEAR I WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MINE
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MINE
ALWAYS BE MINE... "

REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU -
IT WAS WARM AND SAFE IN OUR PERFECT WORLD -
YOU YAWNED AND I HAD TO SAY IT OVER
"I SAID I LOVE YOU" I SAID... YOU DIDN'T SAY A WORD
JUST HELD YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SHINING EYES
AND I WATCHED AS THE TEARS RAN THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
HELD YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SHINING EYES AND CRIED...

"IF YOU DIE" YOU SAID "SO DO I" YOU SAID...
BUT IT ENDS THE DAY YOU SEE HOW IT IS
THERE IS NO ALWAYS FOREVER... JUST THIS...
JUST THIS...

"IF YOU DIE" YOU SAID "SO DO I" YOU SAID
BUT IT ENDS THE DAY YOU UNDERSTAND
THERE IS NO IF... JUST AND

THERE IS NO IF... JUST AND

THERE IS NO IF...

Loudest Sound (Bloodflowers)

SIDE BY SIDE IN SILENCE
THEY PASS AWAY THE DAY
SO COMFORTABLE, SO HABITUAL...
AND SO NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

SIDE BY SIDE IN SILENCE
HIS THOUGHTS ECHO ROUND
HE LOOKS UP AT THE SKY...
SHE LOOKS DOWN AT THE GROUND

STARES DOWN AT THE GROUND
STARES DOWN AT THE GROUND

SIDE BY SIDE IN SILENCE
THEY WISH FOR DIFFERENT WORLDS
SHE DREAMS HIM AS A BOY...
AND HE LOVES HER AS A GIRL

LOVES HER AS A GIRL...

AND SIDE BY SIDE IN SILENCE
WITHOUT A SINGLE WORD...

IT'S THE LOUDEST SOUND
IT'S THE LOUDEST SOUND...

IT'S THE LOUDEST SOUND I EVER HEARD

Hope you had fun.

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