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redbaron
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The End of The Rainbow by Richard Thompson
(Anyone who can have a compilation titled "Doom & Gloom From the Tomb" has to be worth considering).
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother’s breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
‘Cos your father is a bully
And he thinks that you’re a pest
And your sister, she’s no better than a whore
Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I’ll be a friend, I’ll tell you what’s in store
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man holds a bread-knife
Up to your throat, is four feet wide
And he’s anxious just to show you what it’s for
Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore
All the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep, all in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core
Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I’ll be a friend, I’ll tell you what’s in store
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore
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JohnIII
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What kind of depressing? The Crying of Lot G is a good depressing song, but it's hardly applicable to all situations.
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tandeetaylor
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Las Vegas
Apr 2001 time: 21:21
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Yes It Is by the Beatles--- well, the version on the Anthology... I think it's just John with his guitar....
Oh and maybe In My Life...
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Sirotnikov
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<--- Yes, It's a "kitty" in a boot.
Feb 2000 time: 07:21
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Rocky Horror Picture Show - Super Heroes
Brad:
I've done a lot; God knows I've tried
To find the truth. I've even lied.
But all I know is down inside
All:
I'm bleeding...
Janet:
And super heroes come to feast
To taste the flesh not yet deceased.
And all I know ... is still the beast
All:
Is feeding...
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, aaah, aaah.
Narrator:
And crawling on the planet's face
Some insects called the human race...
Lost in time
And lost in space
And meaning.
All:
Meaning.
It's a beautiful song and together with some events, it made me rethink my life and be in a very very gloomy mood for some 3 days.
And I'm almost never in a gloomy mood, especially as deep.
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