Olivia är bipolär
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Fiona Apple – Fast As You Can
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhjmA0wIjOs
I let the beast in too soon, I dont know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always & still
O darling, its so sweet, you think you know how crazy
-how crazy I am
You say you dont spook easy, you wont go, but I know
And I pray that you will
-fast as you can, baby run-free yourself of me
Fast as you can
I may be soft in your palm but Ill soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
-fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Sometimes my mind dont shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where Im begging for a lift
Or Ill drown in the wonders and the was
And Ill be your girl, if you say its a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, Ill be your pet, if you just tell me its a gift
Cuz Im tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because
I let the beast in and then;
I even tried forgiving him, but its too soon
So Ill fight again, again, again, again, again.
And for a little while more, Ill soar the
Uneven wind, complain and blame
The sterile land
But if youre getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
Im blooming within
Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, Ill be out
Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Fast as you can leave me, let this thing
Run its route
Fast as you can (repeat 4 times)
Blind Melon – No rain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmVn6b7DdpA
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin’ the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it’s not sane, It’s not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I’ll always be there when you wake
Ya know I’d like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I’ll have it made
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there’s no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it’s a great escape
escape……escape……escape……
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don’t like my point of view
ya think I’m insane
Its not sane……it’s not sane
Tony Orlando & Dawn-Tie a Yellow Ribbon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NCZ4l8FCFc
Jag vet, jag vet, den här sången handlar inte om att komma hem från slutenvården, men eftersom Yellow ribbon också används som en symbol för suicidprevention så tycker jag att den här sången kan få vara här, för även om vi inte är borta i tre år, så finns risken att den vi älskar kanske inte orkar…
I’m comin’ home, I’ve done my time
Now I’ve got to know what is and isn’t mine
If you received my letter telling you I’d soon be free
Then you’ll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ‘round the old oak tree
It’s been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don’t see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me
‘cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see
I’m really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It’s been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don’t see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin’
And I can’t believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree
I’m comin’ home
(Tie a ribbon round the old oak tree)
Don McLean-Starry, starry night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFxhI_NgNBU
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will…
Jag övervägde faktiskt att inte lägga ut det här klippet, trots att jag tycker att det är en intressant sång och trots att jag verkligen gillar bilderna som valts ut. Orsaken är att jag mår fysiskt illa när självmord ursäktas med att den döda var för fin för att leva. Ett självmord är inget för den finkänsliga, det är att spola ner sitt liv på toaletten, tillsammans med blodet, bajset, sveken och fegheten.
Manic Street Preachers – Roses In The Hospital
”Roses In The Hospital”
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my fingernails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There’s no one to feel ashamed for
All we wanted was a home
Now we are so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don’t want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value
Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy
All we wanted was a home
Now we are so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don’t want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice no voice at all
Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Of burnt out trash
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever ever delayed
(Indepencence is a game)
Forever ever delayed
(Credibility, I’m yawning)
Forever
Forever
(Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail)
Forever ever delayed
Forever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever delayed
(The west scratches onto my skin)
Forever delayed
(Contagious like a suntain)
We never felt any sun, any sun
Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail
The wildhearts – Bipolar baby
What the Hell has come over me? (All over me)
Where’s the person you used to be? (It’s a mystery)
Well I’d swear somebody has switched you while I was asleep.
Personality interchange. (Face the change)
Sitting duck in your firing range. (Baby strange)
I’m thinking that I used to love you, but I can’t think what part of you.
Up in the air and down on my knees.
I’m in the shit but out of your league.
What makes you think psychosis is appealing anyway?
I just gotta say goodbye bi-polar baby.
If I don’t get away you’ll make me crazy.
I concede the way I’m feeling lately.
I’d rather take this knife and jam it right through your heart.
I wanna tear your fucking world apart.
Here’s the money and there’s the flat. (Here’s the flat)
Take it all I don’t want it back. (I don’t want it back)
Because this suckers hitting the highway and the bags are packed.
What the Hell has come over you? (All over you)
Now your lies have become the truth (See the proof)
Are you happy that they all believe you?
Ain’t it funny how we shape the future?
Up in the air and down on my knees
You got the right to do as you please
I’d rather die than feed this disease anyway
I just gotta say goodbye bi-polar baby.
If I don’t get away you’ll make me crazy.
I concede the way I’m feeling lately,
I’d rather take this knife and jam it right through your heart.
I wanna tear your fucking world apart.
Up in the air and down on my knees.
I’m in the shit but out of your league.
What makes you think psychosis is appealing anyway?
I just gotta say goodbye bi-polar baby.
If I don’t get away you’ll make me crazy.
I concede the way I’m feeling lately.
I’d rather take this knife and jam it right through your heart.
I wanna tear your fucking world apart.
Tonya Watts – Bipolar
Tyvärr hittade jag inte texten på nätet, ni får hålla tillgodo med lite information om artisten istället. Om någon mot förmodan har texten nedskriven eller är väldigt duktig på att lyssna av texter så du gärna maila mig den.
http://tonyawatts.com/
Will Dailey – Bipolar Baby
Yeah you’re a monster
don’t try to convince me otherwise
yeah you’re an angel
but one of you will not survive
hey what’s the matter now
did you not get what you wanted?
you’re not the only one whose lonely
bows in your hair and a pony ride
this thing comes around only
to blow out some candles
so do it right
bipolar baby
do you notice me here
i’m your cyotye
i chewed off my arm just to be here
hey whats the matter now
did you not get what you wanted
you’re not the only one whose lonely
bows in your hair and a pony ride
this thing comes around only
so blow out some candles
so do it right
ur not the only one whose lonely
if all of you’re peices not fitting right
this thing comes around only
once a year so lets do it right
a shame it takes so many
tears to empty half your compact
and when your talking to yourself
you control the conversation
wooo oh
bipolar baby
wait till you hear what i made you
you’re not the only one whose lonely
bows in your hair and a pony ride
this thing comes around only
to blow out some candles so do it rite
ur not the only one whos lonely
if all of your peices not fitting right
this thing comes around only
to blow out some candles
so do it right
wow wow no no no
wow wow nooo
Olivia är bipolär 