lyrics are never so profound absent the song

Some lyrics I like:

It’s a simple computation
You take easy conversation
Add erotic exploration, adoration
But when he said, “I love you, girl”
It should have come with a warning.

He said, “I’ve gotta go, go, go, ’cause it hurts to feel
I’m gonna run, run, run like a man of steel
And I could try, try, try
To stay in the fight
But when push comes to shove
We are only robots in love.

Robots in Love – Beautiful Small Machines

They say you have to have somebody
They say you have to be someone
They say if you’re not lonely alone
Boy there is something wrong

I Like What You Say – Nada Surf

Smoking cigarettes more than I should
My hands won’t stop shaking and that can’t be good
I would forget you if I only could
Think about anything else

Slow Dancing – Lucero

Save me,
I can’t be saved, I won’t.
I’m a president’s son,
I don’t need no soul.

All the soldiers say “It’ll be alright,
we may make it through the war if we make it through the night.”
All the people, they say: “What a lovely day, yeah,
we won the war. May have lost the war, but we’ve got a million more.”
All the people, they say.

People Say – Portugal. The Man

And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.

Sometime around midnight – Airborne Toxic Event

About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.
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