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

Den låten har ju bara asbra citat.
/”Lover, you shouldve come over”, Jeff Buckley

”Happy for You” från albumet Love Story

Stuart Staples – That Leaving Feeling
http://youtube.com/watch?v=rWj7IEWpcxA

I get that leaving feeling
This time it’s here to stay
I’ve been weighing up the pulling
And pushing me away
The past is so heavy
But it’s something that I can’t leave
And this future is so certain
It just pushes me to my knees

Is that your heart talking
Or just that befuddled mind
The people that you love
They change when you leave them behind

But this rope that is pulling
Is whittled down to a thread
And if I don’t start climbing
Pretty soon it’ll be over my head

We all have dreams of leaving
We all want to make a new start
Go and pack a little suitcase
With the pieces of our hearts
All those worries and those sorrows
We can just toss them away
Buy a coffee and a paper
And go step on to a train

But I’ve been too long wandering
Limping around this town
With everything that’s pulling me
Is pulling me further down

Go make all your excuses
Go say all your goodbyes
But take a look in the mirror
It’s the hardest one you’ll ever find
All those worries and those sorrows
You can just toss them away
Go and find a new tomorrow
And forget about your yesterdays
So go and pat your kids
And kiss your dog goodbye
Leave your keys on the nail
With the sadness that’s in your eyes

Maybe tomorrow, today looks like it’s bringing rain
And I’ll leave everything in order
I don’t want nothing standing in my way
There are jobs that need attending
And the logs that are waiting to stack
And I’ll leave everything in order
I don’t want nothing that’s going to hold me back

Satt o läste en blogg, friend of a friend, finns säkert en miljard exakt likadana men…

http://alexiunderlandet.blogg.se/

”Jag vet inte vad som är fel. Jag mår bra, det gör jag men det är något som saknas. Det är något som gör ont, som en liten sten i skon när man står på bussen och det är massor med folk och man kan inte böja sig ner och ta bort den, utan man står och vrider sig och försöker hitta en ställning som inte smärtar och irreterar.”

Last Goodbye (J. Buckley)

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die.
But it’s over
Just hear this and then I’ll go:
You gave me more to live for,
More than you’ll ever know.

Well, this is our last embrace,
Must I dream and always see your face?
Why can’t we overcome this wall?
Baby, maybe it’s just because I didn’t know you at all.

Kiss me, please kiss me,
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.
Oh, you know it makes me so angry ’cause I know that in time
I’ll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

Did you say, ”No, this can’t happen to me”?
And did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
”Maybe, you didn’t know him at all,
you didn’t know him at all,
oh, you didn’t know”?

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,
Burning clues into this heart of mine.
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories
Offer signs that it’s over, it’s over.

I fell head over heels, she fell heels over head.