Divine Music Man
Mystique420
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You are a soulful music-man,
A singer of songs divine,
And you charm effortlessly --
Oh, I know it's true:
Your smoldering performances
That exude potent sensuality,
A sexy smile, a hot glance,
A smooth, hypnotic voice...
Your mesmerize them all,
The audience of adoring fans.
I can't compete with addiction,
Your talented exhibitionist act,
Or your need for anonymous faces
Enraptured as you entertain...
But I can offer you a key to freedom
For you can be open with me,
Release your silent, buried fantasies
And learn how a low, soft melody
Builds into a crescendo of burning desire
To create an unrelenting, savage beat
That reels you with mounting intensity
Until all your unspoken longings
Burst into a blaze of passionate music.
A singer of songs divine,
And you charm effortlessly --
Oh, I know it's true:
Your smoldering performances
That exude potent sensuality,
A sexy smile, a hot glance,
A smooth, hypnotic voice...
Your mesmerize them all,
The audience of adoring fans.
I can't compete with addiction,
Your talented exhibitionist act,
Or your need for anonymous faces
Enraptured as you entertain...
But I can offer you a key to freedom
For you can be open with me,
Release your silent, buried fantasies
And learn how a low, soft melody
Builds into a crescendo of burning desire
To create an unrelenting, savage beat
That reels you with mounting intensity
Until all your unspoken longings
Burst into a blaze of passionate music.
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!Post edited by Unknown User on
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yaeh-neither do i,.... got a light?
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
Totally addicting but really bad for you.
Your Love is like a new pair of jeans...
Fits great til you've worn em for awhile.
Your Love is like a Hummingbird Feeder...
You gotta work really hard to get something sweet.
Your Love is like a Crossword Puzzle...
It takes a lot of words to figure it all out.
Your Love is like a Toasteroven...
If you're not really careful you'll get burnt.
Your Love is like a Hardboiled egg...
Fine til you break it outta it's shell & then it stinks.
Your Love is like a night out drinking...
Intoxicating for awhile but you'll soon feel like sh!t.
Your Love is like really good Sex...
Totally fulfilling but it ends too quickly.
Your Love is like a Forest Fire...
It burns really hot and destroys everything in it's path.
Your Love is like taking drugs...
At first it makes you feel great but once you're hooked to it you feel like SHIT.
Your Love is like Cranberry Juice...
Really good sometimes but you wouldn't want it everyday.
Your Love is like Food Poisoning...
You don't even know you got it til it makes you sick.
Your Love is like a Rain Cloud...
It get's you really wet and then quickly passes you by.
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
I feel your cold touch
I long for your terrifying embrace
Alone in the darkness
I take a small step
I reach out to the voice I hear
Alone in the darkness
I remember the world of light
I pray that it shall never return
Alone in the darkness
I hear your needs call
I fear that I can never fulfill them
Alone in the darkness
I kiss your fresh wounds
I savor the taste of your pain
Alone in the darkness
I find my path
I follow it never knowing where it shall lead
Alone in the darkness
I wait impatiently
I fear my needs shall overpower you
Alone in the darkness
I revel in my anguish
I close my eyes to shed unwanted tears
Alone in the darkness
I cower before your unnerving gaze
I know that you can see through me
Alone in the darkness
I fear...
I wait...
I long...
I reach...
I cower...
I know...
I remember...
I kiss...
I savor...
I revel...
I close...
I feel...
I pray...
I take...
I find...
I hear...
I follow...
I fear...
Alone in the darkness
I give...
Alone in the darkness
I love...
For in this darkness I am no longer alone.
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
uncovering the growth of green not far below
You sing to me as they pick, poke, and peck
Drinking of the nectar from my ice enclosed neck
The beauty of the lush green grass hidden for so long
revealed in this rite of spring they dance to your song
I can feel them pecking and prodding trying to break the skin
I fight the losing battles for repentance of my sins
The cold has kept me safe snow kept me covered
blanketed against the pain of a time meant for lovers
The sun slowly dips over the horizon finally out of sight
ushering in our haven of the dark cold night
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
She asked to heal his cold decaying heart
Something that she could freely give
She begged him to give her nothing
He could not...
I know about sorrow
the tears streak my face.
I know about anguish
the scream escapes my lips.
I know about pain
the sword enters my flesh.
The knight has come into her life
He brought a gift of feeling within his armored heart
Something which he had thought he had lost
He begged for her to run from his cold world
She could not.
I know about joy
the tears streak my face.
I know about ecstasy
the scream escapes my lips.
I know about pleasure
the sword enters my flesh.
Together they dance in the light of the stars
Sharing their gifts with one another
Something they thought they could never do
They beg to spend the rest of their days dancing
They could...
I know about love
the tears streak my face.
I know about love
the scream escapes my lips.
I know about love
the sword enters my flesh
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
In your words I hear the whisper of tomorrow,
In your arms I feel the heat of yesterday...
How can I tell you what you mean to me when you mean so much?
I feel your touch and yet you are not here.
I see your face even though you are a world away.
You are the sword that has penetrated my armor
and caused me to feel things that I had never thought possible.
Your hands have healed my deepest wounds with the slightest touch.
The wheel has spun me in a direction over which I have no control.
I am but a pawn in it's game which has yet to be played out.
You are not my opponent or adversary, I do not wish to be enemies,
and yet at each turn I face you not knowing how your next move shall effect me.
Will you strike me with a blow not caring how I shall face the aftermath?
Or shall you caress me with just a word spoken from you heart?
Shall we continue to play or is the game over before it has begun?
You ask me to tell you how I feel but these feelings encompass all that I am, all that I was, and hopefully all that I shall be.
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
for it is the ghost of yesterday and the
envoy of tommorow.
Those who must abruptly suspend their hopes
and feel the tempestuous emptiness of a hopeless
moment are to be reckoned with.
Who will bear the profound expense of a
dying wish; for it takes you to hell and leaves you
to earth all at once.
Feel for those who have nothing but a promise,
which is nothing to begin with.
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
onto new ground not knowing the journey
would take my breath.
I was daring and bold:
I've looked in the face of fear and released it
and knew that it was nothing,
I've stood in the path of rage and let it sweep across me
and knew that it was nothing.
But as I stood on the ledge looking at what could be
I had to look back at all of the things I never wanted
all of the things that made me who I am.
I had been lost in games of deciet and lies
placing my gift in the hands of tricksters
believing that each time would be different
this would be the one
the fool would see through the paper and ribbons.
Each time having to watch as it was tossed aside
passed over for something else.
A gift that no one would want...
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
I feel so cold and empty but most I feel the cold
I beat with frozen hands against the walls of steel
In vain blindly fighting an enemy not real
A self-made prison of heartache bonds mad of shame
encased in panels to repent love's agony and pain
As the earth above me shifts warm air enters my tomb
I cry a tear of gladness while around me my fear still looms
Here I know I'm safe locked within my grave
Numb to all the feelings abandoned all the love I gave
The day I made my dungeon my mission seemed so pure
I forgot about the things that without I can't endure
Living life in darkness to never see the sun
To never see your sparkling eyes now I know you've won
I'll never have a friend again doomed to be alone
removed from all the joys of life a smile never shown
As I fight every day tomorrow comes and passes
My arms now bleed painlessly my blood in crystal glasses
Perhaps someday not too soon when steel starts to rust
A laureled fighter will retrieve a heart that's turned to dust
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
Of the prison I have made myself from all the foes unseen
The time has come to see the brightness of the day
Time to banish all my fears I strive to find my way
For so long I've been safe from all of life's pain
But feeling nothing for so long has made life very plain
I'm looking for the key I lost in my own mind
But I've been hiding for so long it's very hard to find
Now my walls have changed from steel to crumbling rust
A harbinger of freedom for my heart that turned to dust
A silent scream escapes like the flight of a white dove
Taking with it my only wish to reach the world above
I long to feel life the rain the wind the snow
All of life's pleasures that below I could not know
But if I release myself again I shall feel the pain
I'll have to face me again the anger the fear the shame
The fight has ended long ago I don't know why I stayed
I led myself down this path and in my coffin I remained
But as I find the courage to leave my tomb behind
I realize this little death will always be just mine
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
The water ripples in shock waves at the slightest breath from the heavens.
The veneer so changeable at the touch of the unseen, but beneath the obvious chaos is the paradox of the pool.
For under the ripples and waves lies the still, cool world that the wind cannot reach.
It is not moved by the breath of it's unseen adversary.
The calmness that runs so deep almost impossible to touch
cannot be changed by even it's most boisterous bellows.
In this liquid realm life thrives ever the same.
The fish continue to swim, the plants continue to grow, and the murky depths remain untouched, untouchable.
As long as the wind continues it's attack, all fear the changeable water's surface as the watch from the rock strewn shore.
To enter would be folly, an error that would cost more than any wish to risk; the ripples and waves could swallow them up and they would gain more than they could ever imagine.
But no they continue to wait for the water to calm mesmerized by the ballet of waves that are so easily maintained.
For even now the wind stirs the water's edge silently caressing it's lover, and for now that touch is all that they shall have.
The wind has no tool that can break the surface, no power to enter the depths.
No power but it's breath upon the face of it's love.
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
You bring forth a pulsing light
Shadowed figures dance to honor you
While towers are built on which to view
Upon all below you cast your spell
We pause on mystic thought to dwell
Ponder do we all upon your great power
We send out wishes in the darkest of hours
A fairy in flight with wing spectral sheen
Brings to my mind that not yet seen
Refractions of light from your traveling beam
Bring to me a wondrous dream
Wake me as the dark becomes dawn
When your magic turns to dew on the lawn
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
Keep thoughts of me in your heart.
A friendship was formed between us,
a bond made, that no distance can part.
Think of me once a day when you are alone;
A space that belongs to me.
For I will think of you often
and wonder if you remember me.
In times of trouble I am on your side.
In times of happiness I will share your joys.
Never forget that I am here,
A silent haven in a world of noise
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
I dive into the depths to forget about me
Plunging to the bottom the water so cold
Gaining in speed to release the ground's hold
Memories that crashed like the ship on the ocean floor
Into my mind they open the secret locked door
Selfish and angry ever striving to be alone
Swimming through a shipwreck now I am home
Never is it lost the reason I am here
Always within me the image ever clear
I hear my heart pounding when will it cease?
I know it is broken and in need of release
But still it beats on pumping the flow
Of my life's waters to the folly of my foes
Here I keep it all beneath water's fiersome waves
Here in the murky sand out of the light of the day
The taste of the water like tears from my eyes
When I walk upon the earth in my brilliant disguise
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986