Hipstamatic Erotica

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1 year ago
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There’s a time for livingTime keeps on flyingThink you’re loving babyBut all your doing is crying[CHORUS:]Can you feelAre those feelings realLook at your game, girlLook at your game, girlWhat a mad delusionLiving in that confusionFrustration and doubtCan you ever live without the gameThe sad, sad gameMad gameJust to say loves’ not enoughIf it can’t be trueOh, you can tell those lies baby but you’re only fooling you[CHORUS]Can you feelI know those feelings ain’t realThen you better stop tryingOr you’re gonna play cryingStop tryingOr you’re gonna play cryingStop tryingThat’s the gameSad sad gameMad gameSad game — Guns ‘n roses: Look at your game, girl.

There’s a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you’re loving baby
But all your doing is crying

[CHORUS:]

Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl

What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game

The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves’ not enough
If it can’t be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you’re only fooling you

[CHORUS]

Can you feel
I know those feelings ain’t real
Then you better stop trying
Or you’re gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you’re gonna play crying
Stop trying

That’s the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game

— Guns ‘n roses: Look at your game, girl.

1 year ago
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You'll find me in a Berlin barIn a corner, broodingYou know that I go very quietWhen I am listening to youThere's something special indeedIn all the places where I've seen you shine, boyThere's something very real in how I feel, honey(Chorus)It's in me, it's in me-and you know it's for realTuning in your saxophoneDoo-ba-doo-ba-dooThe candle is burning over your shoulderIs throwing shadows on your saxophoneA surly lady in tremorThe stars that climb from her bowelsThose stars make towers on vowelsYou'll never know that you had all of meYou'll never see the poetry you've stirred in meOf all the stars I've seen that shine so brightlyI've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly -- Kate Bush 

You'll find me in a Berlin bar
In a corner, brooding
You know that I go very quiet
When I am listening to you
There's something special indeed
In all the places where I've seen you shine, boy
There's something very real in how I feel, honey
(Chorus)
It's in me, it's in me-and you know it's for real
Tuning in your saxophone
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo
The candle is burning over your shoulder

Is throwing shadows on your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor
The stars that climb from her bowels
Those stars make towers on vowels
You'll never know that you had all of me
You'll never see the poetry you've stirred in me
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly
I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly
-- Kate Bush