Question:
On 30 Dec 1998 17:10:43 GMT, "Spam Me Not!" <Hello@How’s.every.little.thing?> wrote: >Cindy, >What the name of that song? >It sounds familiar, but I can’t think of it. >Thanks in advance >Peace >-G.
The first lyric is from ‘Big Green Country" off of MIRRORBALL. The second is a short reprise later on in the album. Here’s another one, from Butthole Surfers. I used to sing it to my friend when he was first gettinginto a relationship with this guy who’s now his SO (yes, Virginia, gay men do fall in love 
If you sing it soft and slow it sounds very haunting- and will spook anyone who’s just getting serious about someone – devilish fun >;^)> : I don’t mind The sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon And sugary And Softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other peoples eyes. Cindy
Response:
Certian lyrical phrases have a way of capturing inner feelings and perceptions- these two ring true for me in my struggle with DID and PTSD: Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper Sometimes I feel like my own name Sometimes I feel better later Sometimes I feel I feel just the same Something happened to me yesterday All my friends say don’t look back But it keeps cutting through me Like an echo Like a photograph. -Neil Young- Cindy
Response:
- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Cinders wrote: > Certian lyrical phrases have a way of capturing inner feelings and > perceptions- these two > ring true for me in my struggle with DID and PTSD: > Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper > Sometimes I feel like my own name > Sometimes I feel better later > Sometimes I feel > I feel just the same > Something happened to me yesterday > All my friends say don’t look back > But it keeps cutting through me > Like an echo > Like a photograph. > -Neil Young- > Cindy
Cindy, What the name of that song? It sounds familiar, but I can’t think of it. Thanks in advance Peace -G. — Peace is the answer… …wanna’ fight about it? -G. … and now…. Deep thoughts… by Jack Handy. If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
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