I heard a song last night that had a lyric that really hit me but I forgot to take note of who the artist was (male).  He sang: " You will be gone then I will be gone".  Can anyone help me with that?  Thanks.  

You keep it up, you try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
Never know what breaches and faults are concealed
In the shape of a heart

Bright light, almost blinding
Black night, still there shining
I can't stop, keep on climbing
Looking for what I knew

Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Stage Fright

The Band

Now Deep In The Heart Of A Lonely Kid
Who Suffered So Much For What He Did,
They Gave This Ploughboy His Fortune And Fame,
Since That Day He Ain't Been The Same.
See The Man With The Stage Fright
Just Standin' Up There To Give It All His Might.
And He Got Caught In The Spotlight,
But When We Get To The End
He Wants To Start All Over Again.
I've Got Fire Water Right On My Breath
And The Doctor Warned Me I Might Catch A Death.
Said, You Can Make It In Your Disguise,
Just Never Show The Fear That's In Your Eyes.
See The Man With The Stage Fright,
Just Standin' Up There To Give It All His Might.
He Got Caught In The Spotlight,
But When We Get To The End
He Wants To Start All Over Again.
Now If He Says That He's Afraid,
Take Him At His Word.
And For The Price That The Poor Boy Has Paid,
He Gets To Sing Just Like A Bird, Oh, Ooh Ooh Ooh.
Your Brow Is Sweatin' And Your Mouth Gets Dry,
Fancy People Go Driftin' By.
The Moment Of Truth Is Right At Hand,
Just One More Nightmare You Can Stand.
See The Man With The Stage Fright
Just Standin' Up There To Give It All His Might.
And He Got Caught In The Spotlight,
But When We Get To The End
He Wants To Start All Over Again, Hmm Hmm,
You Wanna Try It Once Again, Hmm Hmm,
Please Don't Make Him Stop, Hmm Hmm,
Let Him Take It From The Top, Hmm Hmm,
Let Him Start All Over Again.

Songwriters: Robbie Robertson

”i only ask because i’m a real c*nt in spring” from Liz Phair’s “Dance of the seven veils”

stuck and striking a cord...

You know the bartenders all know my name
And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I should be living clean instead...

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see

We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing
Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

We're all given a bag of tools
A shapeless mass
And the book of rules.

days are long,
but the years are lightning
we all think we have the time, 
until we don't 

No one else make notes to know thyself.
Those who loathe?...love them,
Those who love?...show them what it is to loathe, if they don't show you love still...fuck em.
Everyone's potential enemy who loves to diss.
Virtual acquaintances only exist on a buddy list.
I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing something else to eat,
While needing someone else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet.
I'm sick of beating around the bush while needing to push past creative limits,
And I don't have anything else left to say to the critics.
Is it just because we're different y'all can't stand it?
Or that I backstroke against the current and the culprit is aerodynamic?
Heros might panic though I clown around to be the silliest...
Man alive, well I'm dead serious.
Take me for a jokester and you'll only miss the punchline.
Every friend of mine has dissed me at least one time.
I've come to find life is consistently unkind.
I've kissed the sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips become blind.
Now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it?
Aspirin addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets.
They're adamant about their acid trip.
I want a bite of the apple Adam bit. Catholics don't know the half of it.
Immaculate magic tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance,
But speaking too many cold words chapped my lips.
There's an asterisk up on my left arm,
But my foot notes are out of tune from my music always getting stepped on.
Should've kept calm when i was granted the chance,
But that's my song getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance.
Dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the only thing that'll help
Someone like you feel good about yourself and the things your dealt.
I'll win the belt but if you need to keep your pants on...
Here—another battle for you to talk about in your damn song.
Here— another battle for you to talk about, wow, look at that...
Another...battle...rap

It's the return of the boom bap the sound made when you try to pick up where your favorite rappers fell off....It's the return of the boom bap the sound made when....fuck it

You won't have to duck, i'll just talk over your head,
Knowing your dead career has one year left til everyone else knows what i said.
They're laughing at you but you don't know it yet .
I'd say it to your face but i don't want to waste the moment. Let...
Everyone first understand the open threats that poets get
Who's wet behind the ears? who broke a sweat?
Jiggy man - sip your moet
Thuggy dun- hold your tek
Netcee - go on the net and keystyle 'bout how we gets no respect.

wake up to find out that you are disguised as a squirrel...

like a bird that flew
tangled up in blue...

 oldviolin wrote:
 

no

 buzz wrote:
 

Giblets or no?

Mind your own biscuits and life will be gravy

Sure I like country music
I like mandolins
But right now I need a telecaster