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Where does your world end?

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3 comments:

  1. A nice town. It's even nicer when the sun comes out.

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  2. "Send a heartbeat to
    The void that cries through you
    Relive the pictures that have come to pass
    For now we stand alone
    The world is lost and blown
    And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
    With no more to hate

    Is it bright where you are
    And Have the people changed
    Does it make you happy you're so strange
    And in your darkest hour
    I hold secrets flame
    We can watch the world devoured in its pain

    Delivered from the blast
    The last of a line of lasts
    The pale princess of a palace cracked
    And now the kingdom comes
    Crashing down undone
    And I am a master of a nothing place
    Of recoil and grace

    Is it bright where you are
    And Have the people changed
    Does it make you happy you're so strange
    And in your darkest hour
    I hold secrets flame
    We can watch the world devoured in its pain

    Time has stopped before us
    The sky cannot ignore us
    No one can separate us
    For we are all that is left
    The echo bounces off me
    The shadow lost beside me
    There's no more need to pretend
    Cause now I can begin again

    Is it bright where you are
    And Have the people changed
    Does it make you happy you're so strange
    And in your darkest hour
    I hold secrets flame
    We can watch the world devoured in its pain
    Strange
    Strange
    Strange
    (strange)
    (strange)"


    Smashing Pumpkins, The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

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  3. I'm the Keeper Of Old Songs at The Wulfshead. Does anyone remember Harold Arlen's "When The Sun Comes Out"? At the bridge it goes~~~

    It's not always peaches, cream and honey
    Just when everything seemed bright and sunny
    Suddenly the cyclone came
    I'll never be the same

    YouTube has a few versions, I think even Streisand's. Harry James' instrumental version for Columbia in the early '50s produced the blazing sunshine of that trumpet section right through the drenching whirlwind.

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