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Post by Sarah on Apr 27, 2008 1:08:17 GMT -5
I will not give up my own self Just to be with you I will not be glad just to do What I'm told to do I'm not meant to be your property No, I belong I me
If I want to reach for the stars You can't hold me back I want to take chances Far off from the beaten track Don't force me to be what I can't be I belong to me
If you try to tame me I will not obey I'd rather leave you alone If you try to change me I must break away To be what I am on my own
I'm freezing, I'm burning I live without compromise I'm growing, I'm learning I'm ready to pay the price I know it's not easy to be free But I belong to me
I hate to be burdened With duties that I despise You know I can't stand To be watched by a thousand eyes I flee from the crowd in agony I just belong to me
If you want to keep me Don't hold me so tight I can't give my life for your love If you want to break me I'll not even fight I'll just fly away like a dove
I'm here when you need me I live and I die with you I'll share all your troubles I'll laugh and I'll cry with you You can blame me and bless me But you cannot possess me 'Cause I belong to me To me!((Original for music reference: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EubgKP9Z3lo))
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 28, 2009 11:02:11 GMT -5
A blond kid in HELLO THERE SAILOR pants gets up and grabs the mic. His eyes either stray all over the place sort of absent-mindedly or cannot help but glance every other moment towards the table he came from, where an inconspicuous-looking blond fellow in a sweater vest and a heavy pair of glasses which barely obscure his fierceness appears to be nursing a drink but isn't really because he has learned his lesson about drinking.
Damn, I love the Jag, the jet and the mansion And I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islands
It's good to live expensive, you know it, but My knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses That's money honey When I'm your lover and your mistress That's money honey When you touch me it's so delicious That's money honey Baby when you tear me to pieces That's money honey
Damn, I'd love a boat by the beach on the west coast And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
Its good to live expensive, you know it, but My knees get weak, intensive When you give me k-kisses That's money honey When I'm your lover and your mistress That's money honey When you touch me it's so delicious That's money honey Baby when you tear me to pieces That's money honey
You know I appreciate the finer things But it's not what makes me happiest baby Your tender loving's more than I can handle Never burn out this candle baby, baby
When you give me k-kisses That's money honey When I'm your lover and your mistress That's money honey When you touch me it's so delicious That's money honey Baby when you tear me to pieces That's money honey
He is beaming when he dashes off the stage to go cuddle with the other fellow, who does not seem pleased with this, but from the looks they are getting from the other patrons, um, YEAH. LIKE ANYONE DOESN'T KNOW YOU'RE A GAY COUPLE, GUYS.
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Post by Naminé on Oct 12, 2009 22:09:48 GMT -5
In a moment, as nobody takes the stage, an even blonder young lady in a thin sun dress and sandals timidly stands up and almost shuffles over to the stage, leaving a sketchbook behind. At first, she can't seem to work up the nerve to make eye contact with anyone in the audience, but soon she apparently steels herself, pulling the mike over to her.
I will remember you Will you remember me? Don’t let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had? I let them slip away from us when things got bad How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
I will remember you Will you remember me? Don’t let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories
I’m so tired but I can’t sleep Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
But I will remember you Will you remember me? Don’t let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories
I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you Will you remember me? Don’t let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories
And I will remember you Will you remember me? Don’t let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories Weep not for the memories.
Not waiting to see how she's done, she quickly nods and hurries offstage, dress flapping.
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Post by László on Oct 13, 2009 12:42:45 GMT -5
Forced by his suethor to actually sing in public, Laszlo looked less than thrilled to be there, but still managed to put in a good performance in spite of his nervousness.
Komm in mein Boot ein Sturm kommt auf und es wird Nacht
Wo willst du hin so ganz allein treibst du davon
Wer hält deine Hand wenn es dich nach unten zieht
Wo willst du hin so uferlos die kalte See
Komm in mein Boot der Herbstwind hält die Segel straff
Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne mit Tränen im Gesicht das Tageslicht fällt auf die Seite der Herbstwind fegt die Straße leer
Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne hast Tränen im Gesicht das Abendlicht verjagt die Schatten die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst
Komm in mein Boot die Sehnsucht wird der Steuermann
Komm in mein Boot der beste Seemann war doch ich
Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne hast Tränen im Gesicht das Feuer nimmst du von der Kerze die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst
Sie sprachen nur von deiner Mutter so gnadenlos ist nur die Nacht am Ende bleib ich doch alleine die Zeit steht still und mir ist kalt
Released by his suethor, the rentboy beat a hasty exit.
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