the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe
the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog
well you saw him and you could hardly know
cos times change.... I know
some days he's more than humble
on some days he's cold and mad, mad as hell
well you saw him and you can hardly know
it's so strange.... and well I, I know
those lakes of golden water
those lakes of gold are all running out
well you saw him and you could hardly know
it's so strange... and well I, I know

joy, joy, joy
work, work, work harder
sure as the hours
joy, joy, joy
work, work, work harder
you say

so fuckin forever alone again lyrics

Counting Crows When i Dream Of Micheangelo:

The curtains are drawn
Now the fire warms the room.
Meanwhile outside
Wind from the north-east chills the air,
It will soon be snowing out there.

And some there are
Cold, they prepare for a sleepless night.
Maybe this will be their last fight.

But we're safe in each other's embrace,
All fears go out as I look on your face -

Better think awhile
Or I may never think again.
If this were the last day of your life, my friend,
Tell me, what do you think you would do then?

Stand up to the blow that fate has struck upon you,
Make the most of all you still have coming to you, [or]
Lay down on the ground and let the tears run from you,
Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finally on your knees

Let me live again, let life come find me wanting.
Spring must strike again against the shield of winter.
Let me feel once more the arms of love surround me,
Telling me the danger's past, I need not fear the icy blast again.

Laughter, music and perfume linger here
And there, and there,
Wine flows from flask to glass and mouth,
As it soothes, confusing our doubts.

And soon we feel,
Why do a single thing to-day,
There's tomorrow sure as I'm here.

So the days they turn into years
And still no tomorrow appears.

Better think awhile
Or I may never think again.
If this were the last day of your life, my friend,
Tell me, what do you think you would do then?

Stand up to the blow that fate has struck upon you,
Make the most of all you still have coming to you, [or]
Lay down on the ground and let the tears run from you,
Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finally on your knees

Let me live again, let life come find me wanting.
Spring must strike again against the shield of winter.
Let me feel once more the arms of love surround me,
Telling me the danger's past, I need not fear the icy blast again.

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.


*****

I assume this must have been posted numerous times on this board. Actually I don't relate to it as much as I used to anymore, but the general feeling is still present.

Samael - Tribes of Cain

Profound is the pain from which is born deliverance
Long is the path which leads to the light
And you march alone ...
Wash your hands in the blood
Of the lamb
Lick your punishment
This stern eye you fear
This condemning finger pointed at you
Make them both part of your self
Make one out of two
And remember
Regret is a worm born from your jealousy
Someone lives on in the depths of your heart
Fight your deepest feelings
Deny your own existence
It never heals, it never heals
Opposing darkness to obscurity
Doesn't lead anywhere
Shine if you want to be
Profound is the pain from which is born deliverance
Long is the path which leads to the light ...

This one because of the lines that sums me up pretty well.


Choronzon - Love, Strength: Lies

Sweet, demonic, current of remorse,
yes, you are there.
Dire circumstance of convictions:
you wouldn't dare.

I feel the warm, hollow thrill of damnation
when I follow you down
when I cover my eyes,
when I kiss the dying heat of your pilse.

Swollen tongues convulse with laughter,
apparent, yet unknown.
Fading beauty of structural divinity:
evil designs of love.

You are forever the happy spectre of pathos,
always hiding your strength,
never, prayers rife with lies.
Static void dispersing dead spirits,
always hiding your strength,
never, prayers rife with lies.

This used to be the song of an (personal) era for me:

The lyrics are basically saying how you realize your better off being dead which is what I feel like all the time. I really can't stand living, but I don't want to hurt anyone by committing suicide, so I continue to live.