Woman is the nigger of the world.
Yes she is.
Think about it.

Woman is the nigger of the world.
If you don’t believe me take a look at the one you’re with.
— John Lennon

I’m sorry, Hillary.

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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin’.
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun,
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

— Bob Dylan

Nate ‧ Posted 7 months, 4 days, 19 hours, 55 minutes ago ‧ Comments (0)

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Call me morbid, call me pale
I’ve spent six years on your trail
Six long years
On your trail

Call me morbid, call me pale
I’ve spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail

And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I’ll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y … W.C.A.
I said : “I like it here - can I stay ?
I like it here - can I stay ?
Do you have a vacancy
For a Back-scrubber?”

She was left behind, and sour
And she wrote to me, equally dour
She said : “In the days when you were
Hopelessly poor
I just liked you more…”

And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I’ll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y … W.C.A.
I said : “I like it here - can I stay ?
I like it here - can I stay ?
And do you have a vacancy
For a Back-scrubber ?”

Call me morbid, call me pale
I’ve spent too long on your trail
Far too long
Chasing your tail
Oh …

And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I’ll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
That’s the story of my life
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
The story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story of my life
The story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story of my life
That’s the story …

— Morrissey

Nate ‧ Posted 1 year, 4 days, 16 hours, 34 minutes ago ‧ Comments (0)

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There was a silver tree
Down by a river wide
That’s where we would go
To hang our pretty things
And watch the wind blow

There used to be a tree
Where we took our pretty things
We’d hook them by a thread
Golden egg, lipstick, and feathers
Pieces of glass, chandelier baubles,
And empty bottles of wine
And watch the light shine through

I’m afraid to forget you
I am remembering you
You were sparkling

— My Brightest Diamond

Nate ‧ Posted 1 year, 10 months, 5 days, 7 minutes ago ‧ Comments (0)

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Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water
And maybe I’m too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so
(You’ll never know)

I’m broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one…

So I’ll wait for you… And I’ll burn oh
Will I ever see your sweet return,
Oh, will I ever learn
Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late.

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns
And yearns for a sleep that will never come
It’s never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over,
All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her…
It’s never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over,
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Maybe I’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh… lover you should’ve come over…
‘Cause it’s not too late…

I feel too young to hold on
I’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love I waited for you

Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

— Jeff Buckley

Nate ‧ Posted 1 year, 11 months, 3 weeks, 20 hours, 10 minutes ago ‧ Comments (0)

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