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Idol In The Ground
The Paris rain it fell in mourning
On the almost holy ground
And the broken glass and black graffiti
Everywhere you looked around
It was a strange and awkward meeting
He wore his issue army green
He'd just flown in from England
He was visiting on leave
There I stand in Pére Lachaise
Light a candle, sing it out
Some kind of music in the air
There's an idol in the ground
Are you here cause of their music
I said "In truth, I must admit
I read 'No One Gets Out Alive'
And I know most of their hits
I'm here almost by accident
With my last Metro ticket"
But for him it was a pilgrimage
He stood quiet for several minutes
He said "Could you take my picture
And I'll take yours if you like"
So that's me, and that's the Lizard King
Under grey Parisian skies
If I had a sense of history
I would think it all profound
A soldier's mission over
And an idol in the ground |
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Alex Stangl |
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Room 118
Ya, I know what's coming
You're gonna tell me how I don't fit into your plans
It seems that no amount of loving
Gonna get me to that place where I'm your man
I'd like to turn around, go back two years
When you were knockin' on room 118
Not quite reality
But more than a dream
There were no guarantees
But you had the keys
I was falling to pieces
When I had to leave
If only that's how life could be
Like Room 118
Like Room 118
I still got the film, you raised your eyebrow
Did a turn, and still the mystery
Sitting on the sidewalk, I was barefoot
I was shy, but I was listening
To a voice I knew from long ago
You had accent from the city you know
Fastened up the seat belt
As the jet began to roar
Destination Canada
But left behind a part of my soul |
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When You're Not Around
Heat lightening in the sky
A storm comes pounding in
Messing up my fortress
Just the way you did
On my kitchen table there's a coffee stain
Where you were sitting down
I gotta say it's haunting me
There's way too much of you
And that's when you're not around
When you're not around
All is calm and there's no rush
When you're not around
It's simple and it's not
It's dark, I'm reaching somewhere
But I know I'm falling off
I see the warning signs
But there's too much to love
Well all your last impressions
They remain there in the drive
I might have a chain link fence
But you get through just fine
It's yes, and no, and I'm not sure
It's hard to find that line
I'm just a word or two away
From falling off the edge
Another time
Melodies consume the atmosphere
And it's been several days since you were here |
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Impossible Looks So Good
I've been trying, I'm not getting far
There's no arrival in this love mirage
It's a beauty, but traveling's hard
Another mile or a hundred, I'm no closer to you
And that's the truth, I'm quite a fool
I go on, forever thirsty
With a lot of sand in my shoes
I sent a letter where I poured it out
Till I' was drained and the ink was gone
This and that, and this and that I wrote
You know the story, doesn't move you like it used to before
And that's the truth, I keep trying but I can't break through
The whole things gonna kill me
Someday, probably soon
But whatever hope I got I gonna keep it
The up and down, the on and off, I need it
You provide that gentle pain
As only you can do
I'm faced with the impossible
But your impossible looks so good
And then the moment that I've given up
I'm thinking "Time to turn it off"
A bit late, but you never miss
Coming in, just a short little message from you
And that's the truth, all that misery fades
And if lasts just a day or two
At least it takes the edge away |
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More Emptiness (La La La)
There's a reverb in my voice
More like loneliness you know
That how goes
La la la, la la la
Sometimes I do feel sorry
But I didn't have much choice
Ya that's for sure
La la la, la la la
After you there just more emptiness
But no surprise, I know the feeling well
From here to there to everywhere
The places I avoid
And still you're there
La la la, la la la
Melancholy paint by numbers
Different shades of grey
I brush them in
La la la, la la la
Thought I'd found a place where I belonged
That expired didn't last too long
The space is filled the moment that I'm gone
The heartache poetry in me continues on |
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Med Ziani
December 09th, 2004 |
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Hey Alex,
Thought I'd check out a few more tunes this morning. Enjoying it, hope all is well. Talk2 ya later, Jay |
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Jay P Lindsey
September 25th, 2004 |
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Hmmmm. . .why is it that your reviews are all from women? There must be some truth to the notion that there is something in your voice that draws them in irresistably. Then again, it could be the sensitive lyrics, melodic vocal lines, dead-on harmonies, and solid guitar playing. I suppose that you could want more than that when you're listening to a song, but I can't think of what it might be .... |
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Jill No Jack (songplanet Dj)
September 07th, 2004 |
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I think that you are amazing. You rock this site
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Stefanie Kammerman
May 02nd, 2004 |
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"That was another Life" At first : I love your voice and its not out of tune! It seems that you are working hard on your songs cause I know thats quite different to make with a real guitar music and record then into cubase. Wish to hear more from you :) Kris. |
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G.e.m.i.n.i Independent Dark Warrior Queen
December 11th, 2003 |
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