Hüsker Dü – Too Far Down
I’m down again
And I don’t know how to tell you
But maybe this time I can’t come back
Because I might be too far down
I wish for real
That I could turn it on and off
Like hot and cold and up and down
Because I’m down again
I’m too far down
I couldn’t begin to smile
Because I can’t even laugh or cry
Because I just can’t do it
If it was so easy to be happy
Why am I so down?
All I can do is sit and wonder if it’s going to end
Or if I should just go away forever
When I sit and think
I wish that I just could die
Or let someone else be happy
By setting my own self free
And you don’t want the emotion
Because the taste it leaves is for real
But nothing’s ever real until it’s gone
And I might be too far down
And is this just another thrown away
Or is this the end of the whole stupid road
But you wouldn’t want to know how I feel anyway
Because the darkest hole is at the end of the road
I’m down again
And I guess I’m not the only one who dreams
That there’s not any way to tell you
Because I might be too far do
Beach Boys – In My Room
Theres a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday
Now its dark and Im alone
But I wont be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
The Style Council – A Man of Great Promise
I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain –
Well I just couldn’t understand it
If I could of changed that, then Lord knows I’d do it now
But there is no going back –
And what’s done is done forever
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt –
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream –
And the more you saw you hated
But let’s not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame –
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt –
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been – but who am I to say?
Still I wonder –
If it’s in the cold earth you prefer to lay –
If it’s in the cold earth – you prefer to stay
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