Sean-E-Sean wrote: 
Not, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Seanie, happy birthday to yoooooooooooooooooous,"??

Night time when the shadows cough
And you’re chilled to the tips of your fingers
Walk past damaged goods and ugly trends

I'm a man, I spell
M A N
man 

Sunday night and it's half past nine
I'm leaving one more town behind 
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow 

Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light 
Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms
That shine like signs on the road to heaven... 

I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God. 
So I carry these scars, precious and rare,
And tonight I feel like I'm made of air...

 JrzyTmata wrote: 
Yep, I just grabbed the first video someone had erroneously tagged.

 Coaxial wrote: 
it's not Curtis Mayfield. it's William DeVaughn.

 JrzyTmata wrote: 
Love it....

diamond in the back
sunroof top
diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean
woo hooo hoo

And next the room was full
Of wild and angry men
They seemed to hate this man
They fell on him and then disappeared again...

one man gathers what another man spills

...Some winters are harder than others
we are going to take our cameras... 

I asked him to say what had happened; how it all began...

"Gran Torino"

I've had "we can go trippin through" ??  the vines ??  not sure... want to find this song..not the Chilli Peppers, Beach Boys or Dick Dale... want to think it may of been in the 60's

help!

 Alexandra wrote: 
i just love how a lot of their stuff builds and builds.

the cd this is on took a while for me to like, since the seldom seen kid is one of my very favorites. but, i love this song so much, now.

I absolutely love that song. It's always on my marathon playlist....very hypnotic. Especially at the five-minute mark when that big wall of sound hits.

 
The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

And they wove a sweet indifference
And it settled on our skin
Till the eyes that I remembered
For the last time drew me in

The birds, though I wore your glacial patience
To a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me
With a glistening sapling trust

Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part?
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts?

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds

The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
(Did they sing a million blessings)

What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds
(As they watched us slowly part?)

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
(Do they keep those final kisses)

What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds
(In their tiny racing hearts?)

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?

And the falling sands of time
Blown by wind and drifted by
To and fro the trees still bend
Wondering what the host will send

We will go right down to the sea
Bathing in light we will be free to wander