THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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"Got to walk out of here I can't take any more Going to stand on that bridge Keep my eyes down below Whatever may come And whatever may go That river's flowing That river's flowing" |
I really love the starkness, after the carefully layered sound of the rest of the song, of the end of Mercy Street: Anne, with her father, is out in the boat. Riding the water. Riding the waves of the sea. |
"Dreaming of the tenderness The tremble in the hips, of kissing Mary's lips" And the way he enunciates the word shocks: "Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box to the priest He's the doctor He can handle the shocks..." |
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Right now, I've got Avalon by Roxy Music going through my head. Nice tune, but I wish it would go away. |
I Have the Touch The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people - I like it all so much Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes I move with the movement and ... I have the touch I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark Any chance collision and I light up in the dark There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch Wanting contact I'm wanting contact I'm wanting contact with you Shake those hands, shake those hands Give me the thing I understand Shake those hands, shake those hands Shake those hands, shake those hands Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do All those introductions, I never miss my cue So before a question, so before a doubt My hand moves out and ... I have the touch Wanting contact I'm wanting contact I'm wanting contact with you Shake those hands, shake those hands Give me the thing I understand Shake those hands, shake those hands Lay Your Hands on Me Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers on the window sil No more miracles, loaves and fished, been so busy with the washing of the dishes Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli I'm living way beyong my ways and means, living in the zone of the inbetweens I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of the cold emotion Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent hidden spies But still the warmth flows through me And I sense you know me well No luck, no golden chances No mitigating circumstances now It's only common sense There are no accidents around here I am willing - lay your hands on me I am ready - lay your hands on me I believe - lay your hands on me, over me Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their garden hoses Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the cocktail satellite I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading underground But still the warmth flows through me And I sense you know me well It's only common sense There are no accidents around here I am willing - lay your hands on me I am ready - lay your hands on me I believe - lay your hands on me, over me over me Lay your hands on me Lay your hands on me Lay your hands on me, over me |
i took the old track; don't get me wrong; i ride tandem with the random; i'm waiting for the big one; i-will-find-out; modern love can be a strain; i want to be alone; i don't need a replacement; you guys are crazy! |
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haha erasure. e x p o s u r e |
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It's pretty damned awesome in my humblest of opinions. |
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it's mostly about the song. the video is, i don't know, it's ok. fuck kinky. willie should run for governor of texas. |
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And, yes dial-up. I know. It's on my list. I have to. My nearly 90-year old Grandmother even has high-speed. *hangs head* |
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