Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

Here I Stand, Pierced and Transfixed

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Whenever I taste
honey from your lips,
it’s a moment of purpose
only you can give.

Whatever I hear,
whatever I may see,
whatever my cause, dear,
I know you believe.

‘Cause you’re beautiful my love,
when I close my eyes.
And you’re beautiful my love,
under heaven’s skies.

If ever you think
careless is the night,
I’ll comfort you with silence
till the morning light.
Wherever you turn,
wherever you may roam,
wherever you conquer,
I’ll always be your home.

‘Cause you’re beautiful my love,
when I close my eyes.
Yeah, you’re beautiful my love,
under heaven’s skies.

And you fly me
through your skies
of harmony.
And you lay me down
with words of honesty.

Yeah, you’re beautiful
You’re beautiful, yeah,
here with me.
You’re beautiful, my love
when I close my eyes.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love
under heaven’s skies.

Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.

Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.

Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.

Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love.
Yeah, you’re beautiful, my love
under heaven’s skies.
~Collective Soul


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There’s a little girl and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she’s the girl I’m gonna tack
A lot of other fellas, they would get up on her track.
but I’m thinking that they’ll have to get up early.

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack!

Well this little lass, she has a lot of class.
She’s got a lot of brass and her father thinks I’m gas,
and I’d be a silly ass for to let the matter pass.
Her father thinks she suits me fairly.

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

Mary and her mother go an awful lot together.
In fact, you hardly ever see the one without the other.
And the people wonder whether if its Mary or her mother
or both of them together that I’m courting.

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

The wedding’s on Wednesday and everything’s arranged
Soon her name will change to mine, unless her mind is changed
And in makin’ the arrangements, I’m just about deranged
Marriage is an awful undertaking!

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

It’s sure to be a grand affair and grander than the fair.
There’s gonna be a coach and pair for every pair that’s there.
We’ll dine upon the finest fare; I’m sure to get my share.
If I don’t, well I’ll be very much mistaken!

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!

Mary Mack’s father’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me.
My father’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack.
I’m goin’ to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me.
We’ll all be feelin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!


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In these long hot summer days
need a way to cool ourselves down.
Pop off the top of that Chevrolet.
Drive through the car wash,
laugh and fall around.

Poppin’ the Ducados
the old man got down in Spain
Eatin’ some french fries on the side.
Ride that Harley Davidson in that hot summer heat.
Lord knows that I just love to ride.
Drove by and picked up that Kentucky girl.
She knew me when I got my start.
Oh, yeah, those were different days
in the valley of the thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts

Get your greasy hair, girl, right on my face.
This old redneck’s on fire, burnin’ up.
Give us a kiss, baby, make it on the same place.
Humidity’s about to drive me all crazy wild.
Pretty soon the sun will be goin’ down,
and this little town will be cool and dark.
Forget about heaven,
let me stay here forever
in the valley of the thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
thundering
he-ah-ah-ahrts
~John Cougar (Mellencamp)

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin’ ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there’s trouble busin’ in from outta state
and the D.A. can’t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
and the gamblin’ commissions hangin’ on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had
from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets
on that Coast City bus

Everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love
may be cold but with you forever I’ll stay.
We’re goin’ out where the sands turnin’ to gold
so put on your stockin’s cause the nights gettin’ cold.
And maybe everything dies,
that’s a fact,
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back.

Now I been lookin’ for a job
but it’s hard to find
Down here it’s just winners and losers
and don’t get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I’m tired of comin’ out on the losin’ end
So honey last night I met this guy
and I’m gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies, baby, that’s a fact.
But maybe everything that dies
someday comes back.
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
~Bruce Springsteen

There’s a time to rove and wander
and a time to raise and leave
and a girl I often wonder
if she’d still be waiting somewhere there for me

And may the sun shine warm upon ‘ye
I’m bound for home. Slán Abhaile.

I’ll walk the streets where I’ve been living
another time before the dawn.
And thank my friends for all they’ve given,
but when the cock cock crows in the mornin’ I’ll be gone.

And may the sun shine warm upon ‘ye
I’m bound for home. Slán Abhaile.

Our night is done, the bars are closin’
And the toasts have all been made.
All but one which I have chosen
and I’ve saved for now when all the bills are payed.

And may the sun shine warm upon ‘ye
I’m bound for home. Slán Abhaile.
~Síoda

True Thomas

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Thomas lay upon the grassy bank and beheld a lady gay,
Come riding o’er so brisk and bold along the ferny brae.
Her skirt was of the silk so green, and her coat the velvet fine
And at each toss, her horse’s mane rang fifty bells and nine.

And Thomas did salute her, bowing down upon his knee,
And he said, “Well met enchanting one, you’re the flower of this country.”
And as he gazed upon her, oh so blind of love was he,
That he has kissed her rosey lips all ‘neath the Eildon tree.

Oh now you’ve kissed me, Thomas, you must ride away with me
To serve my will for seven years what e’er your chance may be
She’s mounted up her snow white steed and pulled Thomas up behind
And aye when’er her bridle rang, they flew swift as the wind.

And on they rode and farther on till they spied a garden green
And she said, “Lie down, dear Thomas, for we’re near my fair country.
Take this bread and wine and lay your head down on my knee,
For when your fill you’ve eaten, I would show you fair ways three.

See the narrow road to paradise, though it winds through thorn and tree,
The broad road leads to the gates of Hell, though fair it seems to be,
But see you not yon farther road, winding round the lilly lea,
That is the road to my fair land, whence you must go with me.

But mark you, Thomas, hold your tongue and answer only unto me,
For should you speak unto another, your own home you ne’er shall see.”
When Thomas came into the hall, oh a well bred man was he.
They’ve asked him questions one and all, but not one word spoke he.

Its of woven clouds she’s made the roof and of flowered vines the walls
And jewels did shower down as rain that night among them all.
And each day brought Thomas wonders, never seen by mortal eye,
And each night brought Thomas wonders, as next the lady he did lie.

But she rose and said, “True Thomas, now ’tis time you were away,
For seven years have passed an
“If it’s seven years, my lady, since my face on earth was seen,
Pray give to me some token that I may prove where I have been.”

And it’s on she rode and farther on to the Huntley banks rode she
And she set him down upon the ground beside the Eilden tree.
“As you’d have a token, Thomas, a rare token shall it be,
For the gift I give you, Thomas, is a tongue that can not lie”

But he’s cried, “I pray you lady, and give not this gift to me,
For how may I counsel prince or lord or court a fair lady?”
“Be careful in your silence as you’re careful what you say,
May your truth outlive them all,” she said as she turned and rode away.
~Traditional Ballad


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So whether Music or Madness
I live by one of the two,
by one of the two.
So go on fill your heart up with gladness
not a moment too soon
not a moment too soon
Should ration the reasons
to the charts that ignore
Of this I’ve never been sure.
‘Cause I will follow the feeling
and sing fever to the form
Oh, to my fever to the form.
Mmmm-mm-mm-mmmmmm-hmmmmm
Mmmm-hmmmmmm-mmmm-hmmmmm
‘Cause the very thing
you’re afraid, afraid of
it keeps you clean but unclear
clean but unclear
is the dirt that you’re made,
you’re made of
and that’s nothing to fear.
No, it’s nothing, my dear
But how do I know what you’re thinking?
Maybe I’ve thought it before.
Maybe that’s why I’m at your window.
Hear me at your door.
Singing give me some more.
Oh, fever to the form.
Won’t you hear me at your door
singing give me some more?
‘Cause you were never empty
and we’ve been here before.
Yes, we’ve been here before.
But now there’s always plenty,
yet still we ask for more
singing fever to the form.
~Nick Mulvey


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You’re my world, the shelter from the rain.
You’re the pills that take away my pain.
You’re the light that helps me find my way.
You’re the words when I have nothing to say.

And in this world where nothing else is true,
here I am still tangled up in you.
I’m still tangled up in you,
still tangled up in you.

You’re the fire that warms me when I’m cold.
You’re the hand I have to hold as I grow old.
You’re the shore when I am lost at sea.
You’re the only thing that I like about me.

And in this world where nothing else is true,
here I am still tangled up in you.
I’m still tangled up in you.

How long has it been since this storyline began?
And I hope it never ends and goes like this forever

In this world where nothing else is true,
here I am still tangled up in you.
still tangled up in you.
I’m still tangled up in you.
Still tangled up in you.
~Staind

Let’s start at the end:
becoming strangers once again,
or maybe that’s all we ever were.
Do you know how it feels
to crave a body made of steel?
To give your all for no return?

’cause I’ve been running marathons
while you’re still standing still
and I’d be anything for you.
but I’ll never fit the bill.

‘Cause I’m irrelevant.
You’ll be fine without me
and it’s evident, it shows.
And in your excellence,
I forgot I used to have my own.
You won’t even notice that I’m gone.

You consume my thoughts.
I’m not sure that I’m in yours at all.
Your mind is too far gone to see
the worst part of it all
is that I desperately still want
someone who never wanted me.
’cause you’ve been burning bridges
while I’ve been building homes.
And I’m only your everything
when you feel alone.

‘Cause I’m irrelevant.
You’ll be fine without me
and it’s evident, it shows.
And in your excellence,
I forgot I used to have my own.
You won’t even notice that I’m gone…
are the days that I’ll cling to you.
Throw me to the lions and start anew.
And who the hell are you for the hell you’ve put me through?
~Lauren Aquilina


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I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s gray, and Wednesday too!
Thursday i don’t care about you;
it’s Friday, I’m in love!

Monday you can fall apart,
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start;
it’s Friday, I’m in love!

Saturday wait
Sunday always comes too late,
but Friday never hesitate…

I don’t care if Monday’s black.
Tuesday, Wednesday: heart attack.
Thursday never looking back;
it’s Friday, I’m in love!

Monday you can hold your head.
Tuesday, Wednesday: stay in bed
or Thursday watch the walls instead;
it’s Friday, I’m in love!

Saturday wait.
Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate!

Dressed up to the eyes,
it’s a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise!
Throw out your frown,
just smile at the sound
sleek as a shriek,
spinning round and round.
Always take a big bite;
it’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you here-ah
in the middle of the night
You can never get enough,
enough of this stuff
It’s Friday, I’m in love!

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s gray, and Wednesday too!
Thursday, I don’t care about you;
it’s Friday, I’m in love!

Monday, you can fall apart.
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart.
Thursday doesn’t even start,
It’s Friday, I’m in love
~The Cure