Song lyrics that make you feel some sort of way

[lwiz]

Said the straight man to the late man
"Where have you been?"
"I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between"

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

I'm on the outside, looking inside
What do I see?
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

You don't possess me, don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

Said the straight man to the late man
"Where have you been?"
"I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between"

- McDonald&Sinfield

(Well, most of KC's debut has very poignant lyrics to me)

 

[DaFixer]

I have a few songs that really get me, one off them is Mike Oldfield's - Sailing.
Some years ago my mental health was in a bad state, then when discover this song.
This song was helping alot to get better in some way.

Let me out, I can't breathe
Gotta get out of this concrete hole
I'm wrecked and I'm decked
I gotta break free before I lose control
Cast the lines away
From the dock at the harbour bay
It's a fine bright day
And the wind is blowing our way
Set me free, I can't be locked in a cage before I lose my mind
And I'm wired and I'm tired
Gotta lose my chains and leave it all behind
So cast the lines away
From the dock at the harbour bay
All those cares and worries and woes
You can save them for another day
Because we're sailing
Sailing
Yes, we're sailing
Sailing
Give me space, I'm on fire
Banging my head against a hard brick wall
And I'm gone, so long
You can leave a message but I'll never call
Cast the lines away
From the dock at the harbour bay
It's a fine bright day
And the wind is blowing away
Let's go sailing
Sailing
Yes, we're sailing
Sailing
Cast the lines away
From the dock at the harbour bay
There's no cares, no worries, no woes
And the wind is blowing away
Let's go sailing
Sailing
Yes, we're sailing
Sailing
Sa-
You know that if you want to come with me, baby
We can sail away
Cast the line
If you've got time, come with me, baby
Oh, oh-oh
You know this is your life
If you like, there's somewhere I
Oh, you can leave it all behind
Come on with me and
Come with me and cast the line
Oh, I'd be here
Oh, I'd be here
Oh, yeah, oh, ooh
Oh-oh
Sailing
Sailing
Sailing
Sailing
Oh-oh

 

[Veho]

When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
My grandmother thought it was cute
So she let me keep doing it
Because you know, they were my favorite
It wasn't a big deal
Until I was seven years old
And a bad fall caused me to bruise my upper arm and shoulder rather severely
I didn't wana tell my grandmother what happened
Because I was afraid I would get in trouble
Because I was playing somewhere I shouldn't have been
One day in gym class the teacher notices the bruise
And I was sent to the principals office
Not long after that I ended up in another small room
With a really nice lady who asked me all sorts of questions about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
It was pretty good as fas as i was concerned
So I told her, whenever I'm sad my grandmother gives me karate chops
This lead to a full scale investigation
And I was removed from my grandparents house for three days
And then returned when they finally asked me how I got the bruises
News of this silly little story eventually spread through the school
And when the students finally caught wind of it
I earned my first name
Pork Chop
To this day I fucking hate pork chops
I'm not the only kid
Who grew up this way
Surrounded by people who used to say
That rhyme about sticks and stones
As if broken bones
Hurt more than the names we got called
And we got called them all
So we grew up believing no one
Would ever fall in love with us
That we'd be lonely forever
That we'd never meet someone
To make us feel like the sun
Was something they built for us
In their tool shed
So broken heart strings bled the blues
As we tried to empty ourselves
So we would feel nothing
Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
That an ingrown life
Is something surgeons can cut away
That there's no way for it to metastasize
It does
She was eight years old
Our first day of grade three
When she got called ugly
We both got moved to the back of the class
So we would stop getting bombarded by spit balls
But the school halls were a battleground
We found ourselves outnumbered day after day
We used to stay inside for recess
Because outside was worse
Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
In grade five they taped a sign to the front of her desk
That read
"Beware Of Dog"
To this day despite a loving husband
She doesn't think she's beautiful
Because of a birthmark
That takes up a little less than half of her face
Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
That someone tried to erase
But couldn't quite get the job done
And they'll never understand
That she's raising two kids
Whose definition of beauty
Begins with the word mom
Because they see her heart
Before they see her skin
Because she's only ever always been amazing
He
Was a broken branch
Grafted onto a different family tree
Adopted
But not because his parents opted for a different destiny
He was three when he became a mixed drink
Of one part left alone
And two parts tragedy
Started therapy in 8th grade
Had a personality made up of tests and pills
Lived like the uphills were mountains
And the downhills were cliffs
Four fifths suicidal
A tidal wave of anti depressants
And an adolescence of being called popper
One part because of the pills
And ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the audacity to tell him "get over it"
As if depression is something that can be remedied
By any of the contents found in a first aid kit
To this day he is a stick of TNT lift from both ends
Could describe you in detail the way the sky bends
In the moments before it's about to fall
And despite an army of friends
Who all call him an inspiration
He remains a conversation piece between people
Who can't understand
That sometimes becoming drug free
Has less to do with addiction
And more to do with sanity
We weren't the only kids who grew up this way
To this day kids are still being called names
The classics were
"Hey stupid"
"Hey spaz"
Seems like every school has an arsenal of names
Getting updated every year
And if a kid breaks in a school
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
Are they just the background noise
Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
When people say things like
Kids can be cruel?
Every school was a big top circus tent
And the pecking order went
From acrobats to lion tamers
From clowns to carnies
All of these were miles ahead of who we were
We were freaks
Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
Oddities
Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
But at night
While the others slept
We kept walking the tightrope
It was practice
And yeah
Some of us fell
But I wanna tell them
That all of this
Is just debris
Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
We used to be
And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you
That made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart
And signed it yourself
You signed it
"They were wrong"
Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clicque
Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
To show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground
If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
You have to believe that they were wrong
They have to be wrong
Why else we'd still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
Because we see ourselves in them
We stem from a root planted in the belief
That we are not what we were called
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and Sitting empty on some highway
And if in some way we are
Don't worry
We only got out to walk and get gas
We are graduating members from the class of
We made it
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
Names will never hurt me
Of course
They did
But our lives will only ever always
Continue to be
A balancing act
That has less to do with pain
And more to do with beauty

 

[AncientBoi]

When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
My grandmother thought it was cute
So she let me keep doing it
Because you know, they were my favorite
It wasn't a big deal
Until I was seven years old
And a bad fall caused me to bruise my upper arm and shoulder rather severely
I didn't wana tell my grandmother what happened
Because I was afraid I would get in trouble
Because I was playing somewhere I shouldn't have been
One day in gym class the teacher notices the bruise
And I was sent to the principals office
Not long after that I ended up in another small room
With a really nice lady who asked me all sorts of questions about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
It was pretty good as fas as i was concerned
So I told her, whenever I'm sad my grandmother gives me karate chops
This lead to a full scale investigation
And I was removed from my grandparents house for three days
And then returned when they finally asked me how I got the bruises
News of this silly little story eventually spread through the school
And when the students finally caught wind of it
I earned my first name
Pork Chop
To this day I fucking hate pork chops
I'm not the only kid
Who grew up this way
Surrounded by people who used to say
That rhyme about sticks and stones
As if broken bones
Hurt more than the names we got called
And we got called them all
So we grew up believing no one
Would ever fall in love with us
That we'd be lonely forever
That we'd never meet someone
To make us feel like the sun
Was something they built for us
In their tool shed
So broken heart strings bled the blues
As we tried to empty ourselves
So we would feel nothing
Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
That an ingrown life
Is something surgeons can cut away
That there's no way for it to metastasize
It does
She was eight years old
Our first day of grade three
When she got called ugly
We both got moved to the back of the class
So we would stop getting bombarded by spit balls
But the school halls were a battleground
We found ourselves outnumbered day after day
We used to stay inside for recess
Because outside was worse
Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
In grade five they taped a sign to the front of her desk
That read
"Beware Of Dog"
To this day despite a loving husband
She doesn't think she's beautiful
Because of a birthmark
That takes up a little less than half of her face
Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
That someone tried to erase
But couldn't quite get the job done
And they'll never understand
That she's raising two kids
Whose definition of beauty
Begins with the word mom
Because they see her heart
Before they see her skin
Because she's only ever always been amazing
He
Was a broken branch
Grafted onto a different family tree
Adopted
But not because his parents opted for a different destiny
He was three when he became a mixed drink
Of one part left alone
And two parts tragedy
Started therapy in 8th grade
Had a personality made up of tests and pills
Lived like the uphills were mountains
And the downhills were cliffs
Four fifths suicidal
A tidal wave of anti depressants
And an adolescence of being called popper
One part because of the pills
And ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the audacity to tell him "get over it"
As if depression is something that can be remedied
By any of the contents found in a first aid kit
To this day he is a stick of TNT lift from both ends
Could describe you in detail the way the sky bends
In the moments before it's about to fall
And despite an army of friends
Who all call him an inspiration
He remains a conversation piece between people
Who can't understand
That sometimes becoming drug free
Has less to do with addiction
And more to do with sanity
We weren't the only kids who grew up this way
To this day kids are still being called names
The classics were
"Hey stupid"
"Hey spaz"
Seems like every school has an arsenal of names
Getting updated every year
And if a kid breaks in a school
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
Are they just the background noise
Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
When people say things like
Kids can be cruel?
Every school was a big top circus tent
And the pecking order went
From acrobats to lion tamers
From clowns to carnies
All of these were miles ahead of who we were
We were freaks
Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
Oddities
Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
But at night
While the others slept
We kept walking the tightrope
It was practice
And yeah
Some of us fell
But I wanna tell them
That all of this
Is just debris
Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
We used to be
And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you
That made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart
And signed it yourself
You signed it
"They were wrong"
Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clicque
Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
To show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground
If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
You have to believe that they were wrong
They have to be wrong
Why else we'd still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
Because we see ourselves in them
We stem from a root planted in the belief
That we are not what we were called
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and Sitting empty on some highway
And if in some way we are
Don't worry
We only got out to walk and get gas
We are graduating members from the class of
We made it
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
Names will never hurt me
Of course
They did
But our lives will only ever always
Continue to be
A balancing act
That has less to do with pain
And more to do with beauty

omg. Has @FAST6191 been teaching you how to write a Looooong essay on subjects?

 

[Veho]

omg. Has @FAST6191 been teaching you how to write a Looooong essay on subjects?

No, ChatGPT taught me to use "copy" and "paste".

 

[AncientBoi]

No, ChatGPT taught me to use "copy" and "paste".

You mean like:

Well Hello ,

And Welcome to GBAtemp! We have gamers and programmer from around the world!

We have people with:


Not to mention PC gamers, Game Cubers and Retro gamers as well.

Enjoy our Wonderful site

 

[Hayato213]

You mean like:

Well Hello ,

And Welcome to GBAtemp! We have gamers and programmer from around the world!

We have people with:


Not to mention PC gamers, Game Cubers and Retro gamers as well.

Enjoy our Wonderful site

I special summon @SylverReZ to copypasta that.

 

[AncientBoi]

This is what I feel like being alone since my BF died

Court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today just my own sin
The walls cold and pale, the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room, alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound, my breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around, my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence, expecting no return
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance, see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness, only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Gabriel stand and confirms, I've created my own prison
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Gabriel stand and confirms, I've created my own prison
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time

Songwriters: Scott A. Stapp, Mark T. Tremonti. [My Own Prison - by CREED]

 

[slaphappygamer]

"Many people have many definitions of what family is
Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond
Some say it's a bond made with blood
Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy
Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthafucka
Locked down half his life
He's my family, family by blood
And if you see him, don't look at him long
'Cause he'll kill ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time
Cousin Randy..."

He'd disappear for years, then one day he would just show
Dad would buy him shoes, give him $50 and he'd go
He talked about the good days of war in Vietnam
Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin

You knew he'd be convicted before he was ever tried
Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside
But every day was prison, molested as a kid
Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things he did

We call him Cousin Randy

Couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't get to sleep at night
Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in our sight
No one was safe when Randy came out to play
He would leave you for dead and then just walk away

We call him Cousin Randy

One time while at Grandma's, it was getting kind of late
Randy stayed outside 'cause his odor was so great
He walked out of the door and I told him "good night"
He charged me, grabbed my neck and he started squeezing tight
Dad and Jim and Grandpa jumped on to his back
He screamed "What's so good about it" before he let up his attack
The next day, while we were swimming, he tried to drown my sister
Laughing as she struggled, then he pulled her up and kissed her

We call him Cousin Randy
To us, he's just Cousin Randy

"Yeah, so when Cousin Randy wasn't in jail, he used to trip around
Sometimes showin' up at the relatives house, hangin' for a while then leavin'
You know, everybody feelin' sorry for him and shit, 'cause, you know
His mom died when he was so young of leukemia
Well one time while he was staying at my grandfather's house, you know
They were trying to help him out, gettin' him jobs, but you know
Randy wasn't too much on workin'
He had a one job he did longer than ever
He never worked more than two days, but this job he lasted a week
Yeah, it was taking the heads off o'chickens
So one day my grandfather had to ask him, seein' how Randy would get up early in the morning
Make his lunch and he'd even go to work early, he was like 'Randy, what's so great about this job?'
He says 'It makes ya think, it makes ya wonder, i's just so expanding of the mind
Ya see, there I am, I rip the head off the chicken, and then the chicken starts flyin' all over
Then he comes back at me, and I wonder is he flyin' back at me 'cause he's mad 'cause I ripped his head off
Or is he flyin' at me 'cause I'm holdin' his head in my hand
Or is he flyin' at me 'cause he can't see where he's goin'?"

Yeah, ain't no one seen Cousin Randy in many years..."

Cousin Randy by Infectious Grooves

FunFact: the bass player is Robert Trullio (now bass for Metallica). I love the bass in this song.

 

[anjanimal]

"Did I dream you dreamed about me?"
~ Tim Buckley - Song to the Siren

 

[GeekyGuy]

When you're swallowing all your pride
Do you need somewhere
A place to hide
A smile from your face
Where the light comes shining through
All its strength it came from you

It's lost now all that age before I knew you
Is it that forever is hard to find
You made me recognize what I'd been leaving far behind
Is it closing in on you like it was on me
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song we can sing
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song that you bring

When you're following all life's lies
And find its meaning
The truth still hides
Don't cover your face
Let the warmth come flowing through
Welcome dawn new morning dew

This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song we can sing
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song that you bring

When you're swallowing all life's lies
This time we're saved by the music
Saved by the song we can sing
This time we're saved by the music
Saved by the song that you bring

This time we're saved

-John Lodge (The Moody Blues)

 

[JaapDaniels]

For this is my first relation, my first love described.
Though the relation didn't work, the state our lives split is still haunting me.
I don't have the slightest hope she'll be allright...

 

[Indy13]

See life happening no matter what seems to be a mess
I know I will come back to this familiar place where I was real
Like a kid my senses are so sharp they cut right through

Submit the plans to the proper authorities
Why does it take so long to get permission to fix what's gotten so far out of hand?
What do they know anyway? I've got my own plans

The joy I feel when I prove I can take responsibility
For the mundane things that build up structures that are so high
Safety guaranteed despite the crushing of the world

 

[The Catboy]

"Maybe I've been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah"

When I was going through withdrawal from alcoholism and painkillers, I would sing the Rufus Wainwright cover of Hallelujah constantly. This section would always end up breaking me. There is just something about this broken feeling as I was trying to love myself through all of the pain, hoping that I wouldn't die in sleep. This part still hits me like a truck when I listen to this song.

 

[plasturion]

 

[LineaXena]

Skolim kiss me baby lyrics

Ej, ej
Kiss me baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
Baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
Latino
Wjeżdżam w Ciebie dziewczyno
Tak bardzo tego chciałaś
Wieczorami wiadomości mi pisałaś
Że kochasz
Że pragniesz
Że bardzo się stęskniłaś
Że chłopaka specjalnie dla mnie zostawiłaś
Kiss me baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
Baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
W domu
W pracy
No i w samochodzie
Krótka chwila, maleńka
Tobie cieknie już po brodzie
Słodka i piękna
Jak Ty mnie rajcujesz
Na oskara w tej dziedzinie
Tak bardzo zasługujesz
Kiss me baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
Baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
Czekałaś latami
Na swego księcia z bajki
A teraz masz łobuza
Co zrywa z Ciebie majtki
Ej, ziomy, ej, branża
Ej, cała konkurencja
Teraz wszyscy grzecznie na bok
Bo król na pełnej wjeżdża
Kiss me baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami
Baby
Zrób to zanim odejdę
I wanna feel your body
Co zrobimy to zostaje między nami