Lyrics

Note, I am not psychotic but this is strangely, eh, this has a nice tune is all I will say lol. It’s also somewhat morbid and disturbing but, helps if you have an equally insane sense of humour.

Before the story begins, is it such a sin
For me to take what’s mine until the end of time?
We were more than friends before the story ends
And I will take what’s mine, create what God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong
Before the possibilities came true I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring her deepest fears

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times
I can’t believe it
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

She was never this good in bed even when she was sleeping
Now she’s just so perfect, I’ve never been quite so fucking deep in
It goes on and on, and on, I can keep you looking young
And preserved forever with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

‘Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that’s why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it’s not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it’s over but it’s just begun, baby don’t cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let’s make a new start
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime, but baby, don’t cry

Now possibilities I’d never considered
Are occurring the likes of which I’d never heard
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave
To repossess a body with which I’d misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can’t believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

Now that it’s done, I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize
From somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I’ve done
‘Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever

‘Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that’s why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it’s not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it’s over but it’s just begun but baby, don’t cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let’s make a new start
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime, but baby, don’t cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough’)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I’ll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I’ll break you unchained)

And if it’s not enough
(If it’s not enough, if it’s not enough)
If it’s not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again

We’re coming back, coming back
We’ll live forever, live forever
Let’s have a wedding, have a wedding
Let’s start the killing, start the killing

‘Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that’s why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it’s not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it’s over but it’s just begun but baby, don’t cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let’s make a new start
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime, but baby, don’t cry

A Little Piece Of Heaven—Avenged Sevenfold

Lyrics can be found HERE.

Stressed out, running late, racing down the interstate
Spilled hot coffee, down the front of my jeans
It’s work, work, pay the rent, money and my time’s spent
Not a minute left for me to be me

Been going like nothing can wait
I gotta get my priorities straight

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop
Live a little, love a lot

Friday night, here we go, do a little do-si-do
Kick back, have a laugh, catch my breath
Tell the band slow it down, there she is, think I found
Maybe Ms. Wonderful, I haven’t met yet

It just hit me like a wrecking ball
She’s giving me a wake up call

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop
Live a little, love a lot

Step back, smell the rose
Feel the sand between your toes
Unplug, unwind
Step out in the sunshine

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop
Live a little

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Take the girl, get a map and pick any old dot
Live a little, we need to live a little, love a lot

Live A Little—Kenny Chesney

After doing a bit of research, I’ve not only found the name of a song that I’ve been looking for, but also, that it comes from this bit of poetry:

Avidamente allargo la mia mano: 
dammi dolore cibo cotidiano.


Desiderio delle tue mani chiare 
nella penombra della fiamma: 
sapevano di rovere e di rose; 
di morte . Antico inverno .


Dolore di cose che ignoro 
mi nasce: non basta una morte 
se ecco più volte mi pesa 
con l’ erba , sul cuore , una zolla.


E quel gettarmi alla terra , 
quel gridare alto il nome del silenzio , 
era dolcezza di sentirmi vivo.


Fatica d’ amore , tristezza , 
tu chiami una vita 
che dentro, profonda, ha nomi 
di cieli e giardini. 
E fosse mia carne 
che dono di male trasforma.


Mi trovi deserto, Signore, 
nel tuo giorno, 
serrato ad ogni luce . 
Di te privo spauro, 
perduta strada d’amore, 
e non m’è grazia 
nemmeno trepido cantarmi 
che fa secche mie voglie.


Se mi desti t’ascolto, 
e ogni pausa è cielo in cui mi perdo, 
serenità d’alberi a chiaro della notte .


Si china il giorno 
e colgo ombre dai cieli: 
che tristezza il mio cuore 
di carne!


S’udivano stagioni aeree passare, 
nudità di mattini, 
labili raggi urtarsi.


Tindari, mite ti so 
fra larghi colli pensile sull’acque 
dell’isole dolci del dio, 
oggi m’assali 
e ti chini in cuore. ( Vento a Tindari )


Ti rivedo. Parole 
avevi chiuse e rapide, 
che mettevano cuore 
nel peso di una vita 
che sapeva di circo.


Un po’ di sole , una raggera d’ angelo , 
e poi la nebbia ; e gli alberi, 
e noi fatti d’aria al mattino .

Acque e terre—Salvatore Quasimodo

They used to call me lightening
I was always quick to strike
had everything I own in the saddles on my back
I had a reputation for never stayin’ very long
just like a wild and restless drifter
like a cowboy in a song

I met a dark haired beauty
where they laid the whiskey down
in southern Arizona
in a little border town
She had to dance for money
in that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
played that girl a tune, yea

Never see it comin’ 
It just hits you by surprise
It’s that cold place in your soul
and that fire in her eyes
That makes you come together
like wild horses when they run
now the cards are on the table
and the bullets in the gun, yea

She was sittin’ on my lap
we still had shots to kill
when a man pulled up who owned the bar
in a cadillac deville
grabbed her by her raven hair
and threw her in the floor
said no free rides for the cowboys
that ain’t what I pay you for, no

She jumped up and grabbed my pistol 
stuck it in the fat man’s back
said open up the safe
and put your money in the sack
tied his hands behind him
and put a blindfold on his eyes
if you’re dumb enough to chase us, man
you’re dumb enough to die

Never see it comin’
it just hits you by surprise
it’s that cold place in your soul
that fire in her eyes
that makes you come together
like wild horses when they run
now he cards are on the table
and the bullets in the gun

We rode across the border
down into mexico
when yo’re runnin’ from the law
ain’t that where everybody goes?
we came to a town
with a name I couldn’t spell
she gave me what I came for
in that Mexican motel

I woke up to sirens
and the sound of runnin’ feet
There were 50 Federales
locked and loaded in the street
she grabbed my 44
I grabbed the money in the sack
she kissed me for the last time
and we headed out the back

Every gun was on us
and every heartbeat poundin’
there’s only one thing left to do
when they got you all surrounded
she fired that old pistol
but we didn’t stand a prayer 
money hit the gravel
bullets filled the air, yea

Never see it comin’ 
it just hits you by surprise
it’s that cold place in your soul
and that fire in her eyes
that makes you come together
like wild horses when they run
now the cards are on my table
and bullets in the gun

bullets in the gun
bullets in the gun
bullets in the gun

Bullets In The Gun—Toby Keith

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head’s been wet with the midnight dew
I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel’s feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, “John go do My will!”

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s Gonna Cut You Down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down

God’s Gonna Cut You Down—Johnny Cash

I think this is my theme song for the year.

Somehow, this really makes me think about the life of Johnny Cash.

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Hurt—Johnny Cash

I bet you’ve never heard ole Marshall Dylan say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down would you marry me
If I ask you twice and beg you pretty please
She’d of said Yes in a New York minute
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn’t in it
He just stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up, at Kitty’s place

I shoulda been a cowboy
I shoulda learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter, riding my pony, on a cattle drive
Stealing young girl’s hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
Oh, I should’ve been a cowboy

I might of had a side kick with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young man, haven’t you been told
California’s full of whiskey, women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath the desert stars
With a dream in my eye, and a prayer in my heart

I shoulda been a Cowboy
I shoulda learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter, riding my pony on a cattle drive
Stealing young girl’s hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
Oh, I should’ve been a cowboy
Oh, I should’ve been a cowboy
Oh, I should’ve been a cowboy
Oh, I should’ve been a cowboy…

Should’ve Been A Cowboy—Toby Keith

This song is really growing on me.