Lovin’ the Lyrics

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
-Sting “Shape of My Heart”

Your words to me just a whisper
Your faces so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
‘Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the thing’s I should have said
So I speak to you in riddles
Cause My words get in my way.
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
’cause i don’t take anymore of this
I want to come apart.
Or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart
‘Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
I am nothing more than a little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Though I always try to hide
‘Cause I talk to you like children,
Though I don’t know how I feel
But I know I’ll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed
‘Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
– Staind “Epiphany”

If I die today, I’ll be the Happy Phantom
And I’ll go chasing the nuns out in the yard
And I’ll run naked through the street without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I’ll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forget
The Happy Phantom has no right to bitch – Tori Amos

Her life was more than mine,
Like a proud shooting star into the night,
She crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife.
It was a bad disease: her searching was over, over. Hold on to the light that guides you.
Hold on to the air that cools you.
Hold on, hold on to me.
Her mind steadfast through time.
Her family stood by trying hard not to cry,
With patience and virture, kept strong through the night, oh.
She never fell to her knees, her searching was over, over.
Hold on to the light that guides you.
Hold on to the air that cools you.
Hold on, hold on to me.
And then my eyes stretched out, as I saw her hand slip away.
Hold on to the light that guides you,
Hold on to the air that cools you.
Hold on, hold on to me.
– Starting Line “Holding On”-
RIP Matthew

Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
Keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how we’ll ever make it through
-Savage Garden “Two Beds and A Coffee Machine”

Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I’ve seen more spine on jellyfish and I’ve seen more guts in 11-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seat belt and again when your head goes through the windshield. Is that what you call tact? You’re as subtle as brick in the small of my back. So lets end this call and end this conversation. And is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed. When you say best friends, means friends forever.
– Brand New “Seventy Times Seven”

Your granddad left home for the circus
He was young just like me, with hope to explore
He married a girl in Virginia
She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor
Your mother was born in December
On the one sunny day
That winter gave up
With warm summer eyes
That flickered like fireflies
And she stared at the world
So why do you leave these stories unfinished?
My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes
And why do you look when you’ve already found it?
And what did you find that would leave you walking by?
She was raised in a New England village
Then she moved to LA with a firefly stare
And you loved sunset strip when it sparkled,
You grew up and you sparkled; but why don’t you care?
And why do you leave these stories unfinished?
My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes?
And why do you look when you’ve already found me?
And what did you find that could leave you walking by?
And these nights I get high just from breathing
And I lie here with you, I’m sure that I’m real
Like that firework over the freeway
I could stay here all day but thats not how you feel
So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you’re already gone
My cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
And what did I do that you can’t seem to want me?
And why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
And where can I go that your pictures won’t haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
Walking by
Walking by
-Something Corporate “Walking By”