posted June 10, 2006 05:52 AM         

Pearl Jam
Marker in the Sand

There is a Marker,... No one sees it cause the sand
Has covered over,.... All the messages it kept
Misunderstanding,.... what original truth was
And out expanding,... In a faith but not in love

What went Wrong?

Walking tightrope high,... over moral ground
Seeing visions of,........ Falling up somehow
Do come down

With the living, let,.... what is living love
So unforgiving, yet,..... Needing forgivness first!

God, what do you say?

Those undecided,.... needn't have faith to be free
And those misguided, There was a plan for them to be
Now you've got both sides Claiming killing in gods name
But god is nowhere,... to be found, conviently

What goes on?

Walking tightrope high, over moral ground
Walk The Bridges BEFORE YOU BURN THEM DOWN!
Do come round

With the living, let,.. what is Living love
so unforgiving, yet,.... needing forgiveness first!

God, what do you say? What do you say?

There is a sickness,... A sickness coming over me
Like watching freedom,. Being sucked straight out to sea
And the solution? Well, from me far would it be
But the Delusion, Is feeling dangerous to me

What goes wrong?

Walking tightrope high,. Over moral ground
Seeing visions of,. Falling up somehow
Do come down

With the living, let,. What is living love
So unforgiving, yet,. Needing forgiveness first!

What do you say? God, What do you say?

posted June 10, 2006 03:22 PM         

Hidden Treasure (Winwood/Capaldi)

Take a walk down by, take a walk down by the river
There's a lot that you, there's a lot that you can learn
If you've got a mind that's open, if you've got a heart that yearns

If you listen to, if you listen to the water
You will hear the sound, you will hear the sound of life
There's a million different voices, there is happiness and strife

Message in the deep, from a strange eternal sleep
That is waiting there, that is waiting there
Waits for you
Like hidden treasure

The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys (Winwood/Capaldi)

If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest, was
The low spark of high-heeled boys

If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much
It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows or joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys

If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride?
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys

Roll Right Stones (Winwood/Capaldi)

'Till I find out, where will I go, where will I go
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where
The space is between my eyes
Open up the heavenly skies
Death awaits with pearly gates
For those who've been mesmerized
Many a year has come and gone

Went to see a standing stone
Some in circles, some alone
Ancient, worn and weather torn
They chill me to my very bone
Many of these can be seen
In quiet places, fields of green
Of hedgerow lanes with countless names
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones

Space age before my eyes
Opening up the skies
And death awaits with pearly gates
For those who've been mesmerized

Many years have come and gone
But progress marches slowly on
In nature's paint, she hides the stain
'Cos everybody is going insane
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones
Roll right stones
Roll right stones
Roll right stones
Roll right stones

Went to see an ancient mound
People buried underground
Long ago, we’ll never know
What it was like to hear their sounds
Black crow, I know you've been here
You've see the sights of yesteryear
You steal the grain of the conquered plain
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones

Space age before my eyes
Opening up the skies
And death awaits with pearly gates
For those who've been mesmerized

Many years have come and gone
But progress marches slowly on
In nature's paint, she hides the stain
'Cos everybody is going insane
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones
Roll right stones
Roll right stones
Roll right stones
Roll right stones

Stranger to Himself (Winwood/Capaldi)

Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too
Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain

Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well
Blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger
He's but a stranger to himself

Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole
His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul

He's but a stranger to himself

Heaven is in Your Mind (Winwood/Capaldi/Wood)

You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
Capturing moments of life in a jar
Playing with children, acting as stars
Guiding your vision to heaven and heaven is in your mind

Take extra care not to lose what you feel
The apple you're eating is simple and real
Water the flowers that grow at your heel
Guiding your vision to heaven and heaven is in your mind

Empty Pages (Winwood/Capaldi)

Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions
And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know

She's the one makes me feel so good when everything is against me
Picks me up when I'm feeling down, so I've got something to show

Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot
Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages

Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud
I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I've got something to show

Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot
Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages

posted June 12, 2006 10:03 PM         

It was one of the first songs I learned to play on the guitar:

CAN'T FIND MY WAY HOME
STEVE WINWOOD - (Blind Faith)

D7sus G
Come down off your throne
Gm/Bb D
And leave your body alone
F G D
Somebody must change

You are the reason
I've been waiting so long
Somebody holds the key

G A Asus D Dsus D
Well I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
Em G F#m Em D
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Come down own your own
And leave your body alone
Somebody must change

You are the reason
I've been waiting all these years
Somebody holds the key

I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
Oh and I'm wasted and I can't find my way home
But I can't find my way home
But I can't find my way home
But I can't find my way home
But I can't find my way home
Still I can't find my way home
And I aint done nothing wrong
But I can't find my way home

posted June 13, 2006 08:16 PM         

YES lyrics- "Roundabout"
(Anderson & Howe)

I'll be the round about
the words will make you out 'n' out
you change the day your way
call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley

The music dance and sing
they make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley

In and around the lake
mountains come out of the sky and they stand there
one mile over we'll be there and we'll see you
ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too
twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you

I will remember you
your silhouette will charge the view
of the distance atmosphere
call it morning driving thru the sound and even in the valley

Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching down on the land
catching the swirling wind the sailor sees the rim of land
the eagles dancing wings create as weather spins out of hand
go closer hold the land feel partly no more than grains of sand
we stand to lose all time a thousand answers by in our hand
next *to* your deeper fears we stand
surrounded by a millions of years

**************************

All my Love to...
Puff the Magic Dragon. ...
SEE you by the Sea..Loch
and key (S)

Love and Respect for ALL. ...

posted June 14, 2006 12:37 AM         

My life goes on in endless song
Above earth’s lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness ’round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that rock I’m clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble in their fear
And hear their death knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging,
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?

posted June 26, 2006 11:31 PM         

Evergreen Terrace - Plowed

Will I wake up
Is it a dream I made up
No I guess it's reality
What will change us
Or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect with a dream

Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
I'm buried by the sound

In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage

I'm lost and I'm found
And I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound

To see wide open
With a head that's broken
Hang a life on a tragedy
Plow me under the ground
That covers the message
That is the seed

Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
I'm buried by the sound

In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage

I'm lost and I'm found
And I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound

Will I wake up
Is it a dream I made up
No I guess it's reality...

one more favorite

No Excuses... Alice in Chains

Its alright
There comes a time
Got no patience to search
For peace of mind
Layin low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding or
Disguising truths Ive sold

Everyday its something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin by myself
No excuses, then I know

Its okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think its funny, well
Youre drowning in it too

Everyday its something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin by myself
No excuses, then I know

Yeah, its fine
Well walk down the line
Leave our rain, a cold
Trade for warm sunshine
You my friend
I will defend
And if we change, well i
Love you anyway

Everyday its something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin by myself
No excuses, then I know

posted June 27, 2006 12:04 AM         

Jamiroquai.... Virtual Reality

Oh yeah, what we're living in (let me tell ya)
It's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us
And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see
I can't breathe
No more will we be
And nothing's going to change the way we live
Cos' we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world we're living in
And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these -

Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground

And I'm thinking what a mess we're in
Hard to know where to begin
If I could slip the sickly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother, can choose the colour
Of her child
That's not nature's way
Well that's what they said yesterday
There's nothing left to do but pray
I think it's time I found a new religion
Waoh - it's so insane
To synthesize another strain
There's something in these
Futures that we have to be told.

Futures made of virtual insanity - now
Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground

Now there is no sound
If we all live underground
And now it's virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, there's nothing so bad.
I know yeah

Of this virtual insanity, we're livin in.
Has got to change, yeah
Things, will never be the same.
And I can't go on
While we're livin' in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world, has got to change
Cos I just, I just can't keep going on, it was virtual.
Virtual insanity that we're livin' in, that we're livin' in
That virtual insanity is what it is

Futures made of virtual insanity - now
Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground

Living - Virtual Insanity
Living - Virtual Insanity
Living - Virtual Insanity
Living - Virtual Insanity

posted June 27, 2006 08:44 PM         

Impressed: written by Imbruglia/Palombi/Trevisik

Sweet confetti out looking for a saviour
Finding it hard to break the change
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Ice cream beauty acting on her best behaviour
Finding it hard to bite her tongue
Feeling so old as the night is young

Six foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
Im impressed
Im impressed
Im impressed

What youve got isnt all that youve been given
Changing your body like you change your jeans
Nothing is ever as it seems
Something tells me its a marriage made in heaven
Stealing your look from a magazine
Playing the part from a movie scene

Six foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
Im impressed
Im impressed
Im impressed
Everyday is like your birthday
But the candles burning out, dont you see, dont you see

Six foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
Im impressed
Im impressed
Im impressed

Don't You Think
written by: Thornally/Campsie

(Ignore reality there's nothing you can do about it)

Some people
Don't worry
'Bout nothing
Don't know what's going on
I'm not one
Who can't say they're sorry
I just care what's going on
There's more important
Than making sure your watch look just right
And second hand opinions
Don't make you look any smarter

Don't you think
Don't you think
Don't you think that maybe it's time, yes it's time
Time you started thinking
Time you started thinking
Time you started thinking
Time you started thinking

And don't just sweeten up the taste
Brother shoots brother
But meanwhile your fixing up your face
You're not affected by the truth
Unless it's on your doorstep
Deodorize your paradise
No point in getting crazy

Don't you think
Don't you think
Don't you think that maybe it's time, yes it's time

Time you started thinking 'bout things in the back of your head
Someone said before you turn a blind eye
Hear a bell ring sex sells everything
But I don't buy it so don't try it
Sleeping in the small world head in the sand
Better wash your hands, make a new plan
There's more important things
Than making sure your shoes walk just right
Ignore reality there's nothing you can do about it
Ignore reality there's nothing you can do about it
Ignore reality there's nothing you can do about it
The clothes you wear don't make the man
It's just another party

Don't you think
Don't you think
Don't you think that maybe it's time
Don't you think
Don't you think
Don't you think that maybe it's time
Time you started thinking
There are more important things
Than making sure your watch looks just right
Your second hand opinions
Don't make you look any smarter
You're not affected by the truth
Unless it's on your doorstep
Deodorize your paradise
No point in getting crazy
Yes, its time
Time you started thinking
Time you started thinking
Time you started thinking
Time you started thinking

posted June 27, 2006 11:31 PM         

Shimmer
Shawn Mullins

Sharing with us what he knows
shining eyes are big and blue
and all around him water flows
this world to him is new
this world to him is new
to touch a face
to kiss a smile
new eyes see no race
the essence of a child
the essence
he's born to shimmer he's born to shine
he's born to radiate
he's born to live he's born to love
but we'll teach him not to hate
true love it is a rock
smoothed over by a stream
no ticking of a clock
truly measures what that means
truly measures what that means
and this thing they call our time
heard a brilliant woman say
she said you know it's crazy
how I want to capture mine
I think I love this woman's way
I think I love this woman's
way she shimmers, the way she shines
the way she radiates
the way she lives, the way she loves
the way she never hates
sometimes I think of all this that can surround me
I know it all as being mine
but she kisses me and and wraps herself around me
she gives me love, she gives me time
yeahh.... and I fine
but time I cannot change
so here's to looking back
you know I drink a whole bottle
of my pride
and I toast to change
to keep these demons off my back
to keep these demons off my back
cause I want to shimmer, i want to shine
I want to radiate
I want to live, I want to love
I want to try to learn not to hate
try not to hate
we're born to shimmer
we're born to shine
we're born to live, we're born to love
we're born to never hate

posted June 29, 2006 03:31 AM         

May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.

July, she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.

September, I'll remember,
A love once new has now grown old.

----------------------------------

That was the popular "April, Come She Will" by Simon and Garfunkel.

I'm not sure if this song has been posted before, but considering the text, I wouldn't be surprised, but there are too many postings to sift through. Anyway, it just came up on my computer's "Shuffle" option.

posted June 29, 2006 06:41 AM         

You Kill Everything You Love

There’s no point in being careful
I’ll burn bridges anyway

There’s no point in talking vicious
(I’ve) nothing cutting left to say

I’ve achieved my own survival
I’ve refined my own sweet hell

There’s no point in craving beauty
When you’ll tear me anyhow

If I look you in the eye
I swear I’ll die
‘Cos you kill everything you love

Should I scar my face
To find my peace
While you kill everything you love

There’s no point in sitting silent
There’s no reason to stay calm

I’ve no means to look resentful
(’Cos) everybody you will charm

(I’m) crowded out by stupid duty
Smothered dead by your disdain

There’s no point in shouting angry
(’Cos) there’s no reason i should stay

posted June 29, 2006 07:08 PM         

So you think that it's over,
Say your love has fin'lly reached the end.
Any time you call, night or day,
I'll be right there for you if you need a friend.

It's gonna take a little time.
Time is sure to mend your broken heart.
Don't you even worry, pretty darlin'.
I know you'll find love again. Yeah.

(Chorus)
Love is all around you.
Love is knockin' outside the door.
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know.

Love is all around you.
Love is knockin' outside the door.
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know.

(Chorus/Outro)
Love will find a way.
Darlin', love is gonna find a way,
Find its way back to you.
Love will find a way.
So look around, open your eyes.
Love is gonna find a way.
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way.
Love will find a way.
Love's gonna find a way back to you, yeah,
I know. I know. I know.

posted June 30, 2006 07:56 PM         

The last time I saw you was down at the greeks
There was whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
Blowing up the road to glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at shinrone
Their hearts in tipperary wherever they go

Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe

I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing sean dun na ngall
And the next time I see you well be down at the greeks
There'll be whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball

Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe

So I walked as day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic shannon

posted June 30, 2006 08:01 PM         

I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea

I want a a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I'm hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yea

I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove

At Last
~ Etta James

At last
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song

Ooh At last
the skies above are blue
well my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known

well

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I
could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known

well

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

ooo yea
you are mine
you are mine
at last
at last
at last
at last

posted July 01, 2006 01:47 AM         

Pete Murray - Opportunity

And so it goes another lonely day
Your savin time but your miles away
Your fly was drownin in some bitter tea
For seeing lost opportunity

Find your mirror go and look inside
And see the talent you always hide
Don't go kidd yourself well not today
Satisfaction's not to far away

Hold on now your exits here
It's waiting just for you
Don't pause too long
It's fading now
It's ending all too soon you'll see

Soon you'll see

Your coffee's warm but your milk is sour
Life is short but your here to flower
Dream yourself along another day
Never miss opportunity

Don't be scared of what you cannot see
Your only fear is possibility
Never wonder what the hell went wrong
Your second chance may never come along

Hold on now your exits here
It's waiting just for you
Don't pause too long
It's fading now
It's ending all too soon you'll see

Soon you'll see

Hold on now your exits here
It's waiting just for you
Don't pause too long
It's fading now
It's ending all too soon you'll see

posted July 02, 2006 02:09 AM         

Story of an Artist

Listen up and I'll tell a story

About an artist growing old

Some would try for fame and glory

Others aren't so bold

Everyone, and friends and family

Saying, "Hey! Get a job!"

"Why do you only do that only?

Why are you so odd?

We don't really like what you do.

We don't think anyone ever will.

It's a problem that you have,

And this problem's made you ill."

Listen up and I'll tell a story

About an artist growing old

Some would try for fame and glory

Others aren't so bold

The artist walks alone

Someone says behind his back,

"He's got his gall to call himself that!

He doesn't even know where he's at!"

The artist walks among the flowers

Appreciating the sun

He does this all his waking hours

But is it really so wrong?

They sit in front of their TV

Saying, "Hey! This is fun!"

And they laugh at the artist

Saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."

The best things in life are truly free

Singing birds and laughing bees

"You've got me wrong", says he.

"The sun don't shine in your TV"

Listen up and I'll tell a story

About an artist growing old

Some would try for fame and glory

Others aren't so bold

Everyone, and friends and family

Saying, "Hey! Get a job!"

"Why do you only do that only?

Why are you so odd?

We don't really like what you do.

We don't think anyone ever will.

It's a problem that you have,

And this problem's made you ill."

Listen up and I'll tell a story

About an artist growing old.

Some would try for fame and glory

Others just like to watch the world.

posted July 02, 2006 02:10 AM         

I love that girl so much
I can't get enough of her love, crazy love
She walks on down the street
Shufflin' with her feet
She walks in to the store
Boy I love that crazy girl

She brightens up my day
And everything about her is okay
I don't care what they say
I love that girl

I love her tender touch
And everything about her means so much
She's always on my mind
She's so nice and kind

posted July 02, 2006 02:10 AM         

Some people don't even know if it's Christmastime.

Some people don't even know if it's Christmastime.

Some people think it's Christmastime all the time.

Some people think it's Halloween.

posted July 02, 2006 02:11 AM         

Every morning he got up dreading each moment he had to be awake

He'd look at the floor and scribble on gum wrappers

He never found a better way to joke around

The clock would tick, time was slow

There wasn't anywhere that he wouldn't go to avoid

Having to see anyone

He'd sit in a chair and lean against the wall

He just didn't seem to matter much at all

But late at night, he had a savior

In his sleep, in his dreams

She came to him and she said

Poor you, poor you

No one understands you

Poor you, poor you

And every word that everyone would say

Got mumbled up in his head

Like mumblejumble and everywhere he went

It seemed everyone was saying to him

Blah Blah Blah

But late at night, he had a mistress

In his dreams, in his sleep,

And she would say

Poor you, poor you

No one understands you

Poor you, poor you

This story, though not well told, is not that old

It's not that funny, it's not that great

But I know it to be true

Because late at night, I have an angel

In my dreams, in my sleep

And as she runs her fingers through my hair

As I lay on her lap and she says

Poor you, poor you

No one understands you

Poor you, poor you

posted July 02, 2006 02:12 AM         

Mother told me always to follow their golden rule
and she said it's really a sin to be mean and cruel
so remember, if you're untrue
the angels up in heaven will be lookin' at you

You'll never get to heaven if you break my heart
so be very careful not to make a spark
you won't get to heaven if you
break my heart - oh no

I've been hearing rumors about how you played around
though I don't believe what I hear still it gets me down
if you ever should say good-bye
it would be so awful, the angels would cry

[ref.]

I can hardly wait for the day when we say "I do"
it's the day I dreamed of so long now it's coming true
you will promise to cherish me
if you break your promise the angels will see

posted July 02, 2006 11:08 AM         

I'm moving on. I'm getting out.

I killed the monster

Passed it behind, fate has been kind.

I killed the monster

I know it's right, I learned to fight

I killed the monster

Let it be said when I am dead

I killed the monster

He put me down through many rounds

But I have found a good thing

Right to the end I was my friend

I killed the monster

I almost lost I paid the cost

I killed the monster

Angels came down right on the ground

I killed the monster

Blood on the ground, there was no sound

I was the winner

They put me down through many rounds

But I have found a good thing