I barely even knew I had some of these. I know I could only identify about nine of them from the given lyrics alone. Outdo me, friendslist.
Take the abuse, sometimes it feels like they want me to lose
It's entertainment, is that an excuse?
Oh, I know
That it doesn't seem that much
To you or this town.
Just let me get down.
Now, we can both learn.
Somehow, you'll see it's all we have.
Love, it keeps us together,
And I need love.
Never win and never lose,
There's nothing much to choose
Between the right and wrong.
And ice like vinyl on the streets,
Cold as silver, white as sheets,
Rain like strings,
And changing things like leaves.
Above the flood of emotion,
It's all about forward motion
To find your place in the sun.
Last night might well have been pure hell.
But as we're both half crazy,
We'll treat it with laughs.
"Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?"
"Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain."
I think I've been somewhere special.
I want to go back there.
The nights are cold
Without you to hold.
I can't see you,
I can't see you in the dark.
In this prison made of lies,
We see what it is we want to see
And find comfort in this broken hall of dreams.
But I feel more like a needle,
Always pulling on the thread.
And you love the lies they say.
Goo Goo Dolls, "Acoustic #3." Guessed by sapphire_hime.
Ignorance like a gun in hand,
Reach out to the promised land.
And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me.
Rob Dougan, "Furious Angels." Guessed by tiassa.
Just a dash of silicone.
Shake your new maracas and you're fine!
A Chorus Line, "Dance, Ten; Looks, Three (Tits and Ass)". Guessed by fatimaner.
How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?
Now I've bartered and begged for what I believed,
And I saw that the name engraved was my own.
You were the spice of life,
The gin in my vermouth.
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid.
Joni Mitchell, "A Case of You." Guessed by joiedecombat.
The one that lays beside me
Is sharing scars of my broken yesterdays.
Will tomorrow find me hypnotized? Crying?
That's reacting sensibly.
Cats Laughing, "Wear My Face." Guessed by infinitepryde.
I feel like my words have died,
Under the heel of time.
It's all the bloody same.
The Pogues, "Transmetropolitan."
But the fever has broken, and the river has run to the sea,
Washed to the ocean, and saved by a voice inside me.