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Oct. 5th, 2004 01:38 pmSince i'm the kind of horrible bastard that posts moody lyrics on his LJ, forcing friends and lurkers alike to be bombarded with the same song that's hijacked my train of thought---
Watching Over You
-Seabound
From the ice, the blinding white
A schooner's gliding through the night
Angry sea, we sail alone
At last I'm going home
I'm going home
Phantoms lured me off my course
Tried to kill the man I was
You sent a guiding light
Lead me to my lavish bride
To the crag that braves the tide
To the beacon in the night
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
To the souls that crouch in fear
To the ghosts that disappear
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
To the crag that braves the tide
To the beacon in the night
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
To the souls that crouch in fear
Your ghosts will disappear
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
Seasons change, this time for good
Be this message understood
You're the house I occupy
You're the only reason why
I'm still alive
----Tres Peter Murphy, but soothing to my black lipstick mood.
Watching Over You
-Seabound
From the ice, the blinding white
A schooner's gliding through the night
Angry sea, we sail alone
At last I'm going home
I'm going home
Phantoms lured me off my course
Tried to kill the man I was
You sent a guiding light
Lead me to my lavish bride
To the crag that braves the tide
To the beacon in the night
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
To the souls that crouch in fear
To the ghosts that disappear
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
To the crag that braves the tide
To the beacon in the night
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
To the souls that crouch in fear
Your ghosts will disappear
I trust in you (and)
I'm watching over you
Seasons change, this time for good
Be this message understood
You're the house I occupy
You're the only reason why
I'm still alive
----Tres Peter Murphy, but soothing to my black lipstick mood.
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on 2004-10-05 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-05 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-05 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-05 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-05 10:45 pm (UTC)I was listening to Seabound when I read this.
MOTHER FUCKER.
*shuddles*
crrreeeeeeeeeeeepy.