OOC: apharsiTunes.
nightmare girl - aimee mann:
'm distilling everything she said into a potion
But it's always going to my head in slow motion
oh nightmare girl
Things are getting weirder
At the speed of light
Nightmare girl
All this feeder dreaming kills my appetite
For love and restless nights
Once she wanted me to exercise her self-possession
And then failing that she wanted lives and vivisection
Oh nightmare girl
Things are getting weirder
At the speed of light
Nightmare girl
All this feeder dreaming kills my appetite
For love and restless nights
I'm on a train to
I'm on the IRT
I've gotta think I'm saving the day
I get a call in the night
I get a call at three
I gotta go and make it OK
Cause things are getting weirder at the speed of light
Nightmare girl
All this feeder dreaming kills my appetite
Nightmare girl
Things are getting weirder ....
barrel of a gun - depeche mode:
Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep
That doesn’t come
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who’s longing for some rest
And feeling numb
What do you expect of me
What is it you want?
Whatever you’ve planned for me
I’m not the one
A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won’t be satisfied
Won’t be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside
What am I supposed to do?
When everything that I’ve done
Is leading me to conclude
I’m not the one
Whatever I’ve done
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
Is there something you need from me?
Are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be
Your holy one
Whatever I’ve done
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
machine ballerina - suzanne vega:
Am I an afternoon's pastime?
a thing on a string
to be thrown and retrieved
like a phone call received
on somebody's birthday
to tease and delight
and then say goodnight
and then just say goodbye?
Am I a toy on a tray?
a soft piece of clay
queen or clown for the day
machine ballerina
soldier of tin
standing so loyal
while you sit so royal
then I'm put away?
For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible refusal,
I'm amusing,
I'm a puppet for your play
Am I your Mad Magazine?
skin trampoline
pin-up pinball machine
your fantasy girl
of puzzling parts
but none fits or starts
we match wits but not hearts
I'm heard but never seen?
'm distilling everything she said into a potion
But it's always going to my head in slow motion
oh nightmare girl
Things are getting weirder
At the speed of light
Nightmare girl
All this feeder dreaming kills my appetite
For love and restless nights
Once she wanted me to exercise her self-possession
And then failing that she wanted lives and vivisection
Oh nightmare girl
Things are getting weirder
At the speed of light
Nightmare girl
All this feeder dreaming kills my appetite
For love and restless nights
I'm on a train to
I'm on the IRT
I've gotta think I'm saving the day
I get a call in the night
I get a call at three
I gotta go and make it OK
Cause things are getting weirder at the speed of light
Nightmare girl
All this feeder dreaming kills my appetite
Nightmare girl
Things are getting weirder ....
barrel of a gun - depeche mode:
Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep
That doesn’t come
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who’s longing for some rest
And feeling numb
What do you expect of me
What is it you want?
Whatever you’ve planned for me
I’m not the one
A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won’t be satisfied
Won’t be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside
What am I supposed to do?
When everything that I’ve done
Is leading me to conclude
I’m not the one
Whatever I’ve done
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
Is there something you need from me?
Are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be
Your holy one
Whatever I’ve done
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
machine ballerina - suzanne vega:
Am I an afternoon's pastime?
a thing on a string
to be thrown and retrieved
like a phone call received
on somebody's birthday
to tease and delight
and then say goodnight
and then just say goodbye?
Am I a toy on a tray?
a soft piece of clay
queen or clown for the day
machine ballerina
soldier of tin
standing so loyal
while you sit so royal
then I'm put away?
For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible refusal,
I'm amusing,
I'm a puppet for your play
Am I your Mad Magazine?
skin trampoline
pin-up pinball machine
your fantasy girl
of puzzling parts
but none fits or starts
we match wits but not hearts
I'm heard but never seen?