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Pierre d'Achoppement wrote:Novak

• I Let the Music Speak | ABBA
  
  
  LYRICS.
  I’m hearing images, I’m seeing songs
  No poet has ever painted
  Voices call out to me, straight to my heart
  So strange yet we’re so well acquainted
  I let the music speak, with no restraints
  I let my feelings take over
  Carry my soul away into the world
  Where beauty meets the darkness of the day
  
  Where my mind is like an open window
  Where the high and healing winds blow
  From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
  I let them take me
  (Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me)
  
  Let it be a joke
  Let it be a smile
  Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
  Let it be a tear
  Let it be a sigh
  Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
  
  Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
  Rustling down an old alley
  And in the dead of night I find myself
  A blind man in some ancient valley
  I let the music speak, leading me gently
  Urging me like a lover
  Leading me all the way
  Into a place
  Where beauty will defeat the darkest day
  
  Where I’m one with every grand illusion
  No disturbance, no intrusion
  Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me
  I let them use me
  (All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)
  
  Let it be a joke
  Let it be a smile
  Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
  Let it be a tear
  Let it be a sigh
  Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
  
  Let it be a tear
  Let it be a sigh
  Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
  
  Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
  Or the moment when a day dies
  I surrender without reservation
  No explanations
  No questions why
  I take it to me and let it flow through me
  Yes, I let the music speak
  I let the music speak

Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or would we rather dance with vanity?
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?

Who are we to give that name to us?
When we don't know the lives of others.
When we can barely raise a finger.
to help our own sisters and brothers.

Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of M.T.V

Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a really real V.I.P is..
A face that never was nor will be kissed.

To whom exactly are we giving hope?
When we stand behind the velvet rope.
Or get our pictures taken with the pope
Like some sick April Fool kind of joke.

Who's the really real, really real V.I.P?
The true and the most conquering king
Who looks around at everything?
And sees exactly what we've been.

His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list?
When we're standing at the gate.
After being fashionably late.

There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew.
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes.
When he's presiding over you.
Asking you did you love only you.

Or did you stand for something else.
Besides the hankering for fame and fame itself.
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is.

The fatherless.
The motherless.
The ravaged child at home who cried to you.
You will be asked to say what did you do.

What is behind his velvet curtain?
Don't know but I can say for certain
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.

• Soul Meets Body | Death Cab for Cutie
  
  
  LYRICS.
  I want to live where soul meets body
  And let the sun wrap its arms around me
  And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
  And feel, feel what its like to be new
  
  Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
  Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
  So they may have a chance of finding a place
  Where they’re far more suited than here
  
  And I cannot guess what we’ll discover
  When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
  But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
  And not one speck will remain
  
  And I do believe it’s true
  That there are roads left in both of our shoes
  But if the silence takes you
  Then I hope it takes me too
  So brown eyes I hold you near
  Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
  A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
  
  Where soul meets body
  Where soul meets body
  Where soul meets body
  
  And I do believe it’s true
  That there are roads left in both of our shoes
  But if the silence takes you
  Then I hope it takes me too
  So brown eyes I hold you near
  Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
  
  A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere (4x)

• The Postal Service | We Will Become Silhouettes