tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88125693148368730582011-11-27T18:03:42.617-08:00Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812569314836873058.post-53463000900482343452008-02-09T01:01:00.000-08:002008-02-09T01:05:41.698-08:00It seems we caused a forest fireWith just a flicker of a flame<br />And now I set alight to everythingNow all I do is cause you pain<br />I won't keep secrets aliveI'll send them all out to spaceWithout the will to survive<br />They won't be going no place<br /><br />Oh my angel. Woman child<br /><br />I used to think the time would come<br />When man would rise above the beastI gave up thinking that way long ago<br />In conversation with a priest<br /><br />I won't keep secrets alive<br />I'll send them all out to space<br />Without the will to survive<br />They won't be going no place<br /><br />Oh my angel. Woman child<br /><br />We could have heal this blindness<br />With some human kindnessI know secrets kill you<br />But my love can fill you<br /><br />Time and time again<br />Time and time again<br />It would be so fineIf you could be mine<br /><br />I won't keep secrets alive<br />I'll send them all out to space<br />Without the will to survive<br />They won't be going no place<br /><br />Oh my angel. Woman child<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812569314836873058-5346300090048234345?l=tearsforfearsgquimpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812569314836873058.post-38433636150701278342008-01-31T22:54:00.000-08:002008-01-31T23:57:53.834-08:00Last year's rivals share their blood <div><div>Sailor sworn to secrecy</div><div>Ride the waves and stem the flood</div><div>The tides of endless enmity</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Power now is all the rage</div><div>Sons and daughters of the gun</div><div>Hungry babies come of age</div><div>Phasers switched and set to stun</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Power now, power how, power wow !</div><div>Here's powerIf you're seeking power .........</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Doctor held you tight and torn</div><div>Boy he was a lucky man</div><div>Out of you the future born</div><div>Slight of foot and sight of hand</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Douse the candle, dim the light</div><div>Focus not on fire or flame</div><div>Don't believe that might is right</div><div>Your soul can turn you just the same</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Power now, power how, power wow !</div><div>If you're seeking power - here's power</div><div>Power now, power how, power wow !</div><div>If you're seeking power - here's power</div><div> </div><div></div><div>If you take my breath away</div><div>The whole damn thing will turn and return</div><div>Redefined, rearranged, rearranged</div><div>And till my dying the day</div><div> </div><div>I guess I'll have to burn just to learn</div><div>This the time, this the place</div><div>To show a human face</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Dressed to kill we guessed you might</div><div>Friend or foe or family</div><div>We'll sacrifice the </div><div>Virgin white</div><div>Her death will be the life of me</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Power now is all the rage</div><div>Don't excuse it use it well</div><div>Keep the lion in his cage</div><div>Free from hunger, free from hell</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Power now, power how, power wow !</div><div>If you're seeking power - here's power!</div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0qbbC7gD1I/R6LLidzNehI/AAAAAAAAAI0/as1Fr1qSCfI/s1600-h/elemental.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161911915895421458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0qbbC7gD1I/R6LLidzNehI/AAAAAAAAAI0/as1Fr1qSCfI/s320/elemental.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0qbbC7gD1I/R6LLidzNehI/AAAAAAAAAI0/as1Fr1qSCfI/s1600-h/elemental.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812569314836873058-3843363615070127834?l=tearsforfearsgquimpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812569314836873058.post-2542625054476345472008-01-30T20:54:00.000-08:002008-01-31T02:12:32.460-08:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">I exist because I do<br />I am, not for them and not for you<br />Blaming the universe is not my forte’<br />We need to live and raise the ante<br /><br />Which world you revolve<br />I am not involved.<br />I will have a smoke with you<br />An order of tea for two<br /><br />I am just passing by, bid me goodbye<br />Thanks for sharing your lows and highs<br /><br />Yes, I am a stranger, a fiend, a confidant<br />Depending on how you use your mind<br />My world is mine alone<br />You are welcome to your own home<br /><br />Mix and melt with the sand<br />Gone now are the powers from your hand<br />You are a stranger, a friend or a fiend<br />God, you have so many souls to mend<br /><br />I am just passing by, bid me goodbye<br />Where’s that great big gig in the sky?<br /><br />Yes, you are a stranger, a lover, a woman<br />Depending on how you use your mind<br />Our world is a little home<br />Your universe is yours alone<br /><br />Mix and melt with the sand<br />Gone now are the powers from your hand<br />You are a stranger, a friend or a fiend<br />God, you have so many souls to mend<br /><br /><br />12:40 A.M. 01/29/08<br />(While listening to Secret World and Me and My Big Ideas)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812569314836873058-254262505447634547?l=tearsforfearsgquimpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812569314836873058.post-84310821826495801322008-01-30T01:26:00.000-08:002008-01-30T01:32:39.573-08:00Me and my big ideas<br />Won't wash away your tears<br />No one else seems to mind<br />That I'm not that kind<br /><br />Go get a volunteer<br />We'll pay him well my dear<br />He will see inside your mind<br />Because he is that kind<br /><br />It's a southern kind of heat<br />The shadows crack and start to creep<br />Conversation drags it's feet<br />I wish we'd both been more discreet<br /><br />Like light that is caught between night and day<br />You're stuck between me and my...Me and my big ideas<br />Won't wash away your tears<br /><br />So many strings to your bow<br />Why not let one goWell they love you when you're weak<br />But they hate to see this winning streak<br />It's that thing they call control<br />There's a deep frustration in their soul<br /><br />Black thoughts that get stuck between someone's ears<br />Like me and my big ideas<br /><br />So many strings to your bow<br />Why not let one goIn a way this dream is over<br />Blown away our four-leaf clover<br />There's no reason whyThere's just me and my...Me and my big ideas<br />Won't wash away your tears<br />No one else seems to mind<br />That I'm not that kind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812569314836873058-8431082182649580132?l=tearsforfearsgquimpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812569314836873058.post-63989835730765833802008-01-30T00:25:00.000-08:002008-01-30T00:49:25.505-08:00It's not suicide or amnesia<br />Guess i'll kiss and tell, kiss and tell<br />If you do decide at your leisure<br />They can weave their spell, weave their spell<br /><br />All of the angels<br />Calling us home<br />We leave tomorrow<br />We leave everything we own<br /><br />And I will be sad as i'm leaving<br />As they take my hand, take my hand<br />We won't criticize others leaving<br />We will understand, understand<br /><br />Yeah, All of the angels<br />Calling us home<br />We leave tomorrow<br />We leave everything we own<br /><br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br />All of the angels<br />Calling us home<br />We leave tomorrow<br />We leave everything we own<br />Everything we own<br />Everything we own<br /><br />Say goodbye to the world and it's false conclusions<br />Know that time is a wall<br />And one more illusion<br />Come alive with the songs<br />And their live concretions<br />Leave the keys in the car<br />We won't go very far<br />If you realize they are with you<br />And they're here today, here today<br /><br />With the secret prize they will give you<br />It will be ok, be ok<br /><br />Yeah, All of the angels<br />Calling us home<br />We leave tomorrow<br />We leave everything we own<br /><br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br />All of the angels<br />Calling us home<br />We leave tomorrow<br />We leave everything we own<br />Everything we ownEverything we own<br />Everything we own<br />Everything we own<br />Everything we own<br />Everything we own<br />All of the angels<br />All of the angels<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812569314836873058-6398983573076583380?l=tearsforfearsgquimpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812569314836873058.post-17897471427880185502008-01-29T23:49:00.000-08:002008-01-30T00:14:32.604-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0qbbC7gD1I/R6AwzdzNecI/AAAAAAAAAII/VRqLS2Js5gQ/s1600-h/TFF1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161178833697470914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0qbbC7gD1I/R6AwzdzNecI/AAAAAAAAAII/VRqLS2Js5gQ/s320/TFF1.jpg" border="0" /></a>I never thought that after more than 20 years of discovering the music of Tears for Fears I'd still be listening to them, especially to Roland Orzabal's solo projects, and even make a blog all about TFF! But that is how TFF greatly influenced me; their songs gave me a solid perspective of the world we live in. I learned the guitar on my own because I wanted to sing TFF songs! </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So here, through the years of writing songs of my own and quite a dozen emotional outburst in lyrical-form (which I have totally misplaced and lost), I am starting my own tribute to my greatest influence and putting in, at the same page, some "lyrics" written from my room, alone, in the midnight hour while listening to TFF. Me and my big ideas. :-)</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812569314836873058-1789747142788018550?l=tearsforfearsgquimpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santi Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425540249587621005noreply@blogger.com1