The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.
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Living & Dying
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
In the dirty old city
There is my home
Theres my home, theres my home
There is my home
Nothing really looks pretty
And Ive been alone
Ive been alone, Ive been alone
Ive been alone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
In the house of darkness
Theres a magic stone
Magic stone, magic stone
The magic stone
But I couldnt find it
cause the shine is gone
Shine is gone, shine is gone
The shine is gone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
Living and dying
Living and dying
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Living And Dying
In the dirty old city
There is my home
There's my home, there's my home
There is my home
Nothing really looks pretty
And I've been alone
I've been alone, I've been alone
I've been alone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
In the house of darkness
There's a magic stone
Magic stone, magic stone
The magic stone
But I couldn't find it
'Cause the shine is gone
Shine is gone, shine is gone
The shine is gone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
Living and dying
Living and dying
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Opportunity Nox
Well, I like you, I couldnt think of anything but you
For a week I was in love with your hairdo
I couldnt chew those muffins I used to
I knew I was way over the moon
When I met you, when I met you, I didnt know what to do.
When I saw you, when I saw you you said:
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Im living in a box but Im out when opportunity nox...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Im living in a box but Im out when opportunity nox...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Im dying in a box but Im out when opportunity rox on
Im sleeping and Im dreaming so solo
I saw you in the crowd in the front row
You couldnt get it right in the disco
Youre dancing so much better in slo-mo
When I met you, when I met you, I didnt know what to do.
When I saw you, yeah, when I saw you, I said:
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Im living in a box but Im out when opportunity nox...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Im living in a box but Im out when opportunity nox...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Im dying in a box but Im out when opportunity rox on
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dying
I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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I Feel Like....
I feel like dying dying
Dying without you,
To leave this body,
To take a new.
It's not that I
Hate this night;
It's not that I
Have lost my right..
But I'm dying dying
Dying without you
To leave this present
To embrace a new.
None will mourn here
No heart-break;
No swan-song,
Not one inch's shake..
But, I feel like dying
Dying without you
To yield this robe,
To wear a new.
The secs of hour
Gapes me now....
Time pulls I know,
Inevitably how;
Still I feel like,
Dying, dying without you,
To take another life,
To get the new! !
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Pretty Pink Rose
Shes just been to russia and theyre dying their faces
Theyre dying over there
A pretty pink rose
That rnr lady takes a space-ship ride shes out of this world
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
She tore down paris on the tall of thom paine
But the left wings broken the right insane
A pretty pink rose
Have a nice day, its a killer, turn a cheek
Its a christian code
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
Shes the poor mans gold shes the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannible
Shes a pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose
Pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love, pretty pink rose
Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
song performed by by David Bowie
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Dying Words of a Man
i hate the dying words of a man,
they come out in helpless whispers,
listless feathers in the wind, fluttering,
floating, trailing to the finale of a life
to empty the living of hope and choke
their hearts with cold cold gravel and stones
i hate the dying words of a man,
they spill from a physique weighed down
by the cold realities of life and now
a mere few audible words to storm
the living and the dying out of its reality
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Dying
Dying
Youve seen the crippled dance
Give me your money baby, nows your chance
Your lies like cyanide
I am so dumb
Just beam me up
Ive had it all forever
Ive had enough
Remember, you promised me...
Im dying, Im dying please
I want to, I need to be...
Under your skin
Our love is quicksand, so easy to drown
They steal the gravity out from moving ground
Remember, you promised me...
Im dying, Im dying please
I want to I need to be...
Under your skin
And now I understand
You leave with everything
You leave with everything I am
In the rain
And I now I know that love is dead
You come to bury me
Theres nothing left here to pretend..
Remember you promised me...
Im dying, Im dying please
I want to, I need to be...
Under your skin
Im dying Im dying please
Im dying Im dying please
Im dying Im dying please
Under your skin
Under your skin
song performed by by Hole
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Chinatown
Living and dying
In chinatown
Yes theyre living and dying down in old chinatown
You better look around
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Laughing and crying you know its a fact
Theyre not laughing they are crying
'cause they wont be back
Oh no you dont come back
Not from chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Chinatown, its a different scene
There are people there, they are so obscene
If you see what I mean
Then theyve sold you the dream
Down in chinatown
What goes up it must come down
Living and dying
There is no release
Living and dying
There is no relief
There is no beliefs
Not in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Chinatown
Living and dying
In chinatown
Yes theyre living and dying down in old chinatown
You better look around
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Laughing and crying you know its a fact
Theyre not laughing they are crying
'cause they wont be back
Oh no you dont come back
Not from chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Chinatown, its a different scene
There are people there, they are so obscene
If you see what I mean
Then theyve sold you the dream
Down in chinatown
What goes up it must come down
Living and dying
There is no release
Living and dying
There is no relief
There is no beliefs
Not in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you dont stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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A Child Is Dying
for every tree you cut down,
a child is dying.
for every barrel of oil that
you drill and spill,
a child is dying.
for every coal mine you
rape the earth with,
a child is dying.
for all the nuclear waste
you cannot dispose of,
a child is dying.
for every country you bomb,
a child is dying.
for every chemical you spray
on your vegetables,
a child is dying.
for every river you dam & drain,
a child is dying.
for every oil field you own,
a child is dying.
for every animal you drive
to the brink of extinction,
a child is dying.
for every smokestack, every sweatshop,
and every synthetic thought,
a child is dying.
for every tree you cut down....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Laughter
I felt as though I was in sight of laughing slaughter,
The help to reserve for the weak and dying was overwhelming,
But I felt I had seen the laughter of a hundred.
These dying people hungered my knowledge since the very day,
Daylight is a sacred time for those living who have holiness and piety;
The dying see death in their own time of the night that is holy.
I feel like someone who is a priest, with priesthood,
And I learn quickly of research, and the dying infants
In another country, but the older people are just not given.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dying is mot much of a living when your young
The prescription pills, they comfort me
Telling me not cry,
no-one says a prayer for me as it’s
Midnight I now close my eyes,
But the nights air is out here with me
Reminding me of ghost from early graves,
Singing whisky blues with gritted teeth as my
Guitar sits crying the lost soul serenade
Dying aint much of a living and
Crying is not much more of a better disguise
But when your living on the run, its too late for forgiveness
So I embrace the steel of my gun with god as my final witness
My minds unraveling constantly
The ties of haunting imagery have become undone
Concentration on the barrel,
Dying is mot much of a living when your young
poem by Daniel Richards
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Living Is Simple
Living is simple
It's gravity
Gravity isn't so hard
Living is simple
it's entropy
Entropy, falling apart
I'm falling apart again
Living is simple
And breathing is easy
it's easy to do
Living is simple
And losing is easy
I'm losing my cool
I'm losing my cool again
All will be made well
Will be made well
Will be made well
Will be well
Is this fiction?
Is this fiction?
Hope has given himself to the worst
Is this fiction or divine comedy
Where the last of the last finish first
Living is simple
Living is dying
Your mercy, Your mercy
Is how I believe
Living is dying
I can't understand it
I'm down on my knees
Confessing my needs again
I've had my choices
I've chosen today
I've had my choices
The choices remain
song performed by by Switchfoot
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That's Just Me
Well I was southern born and raised on the Good Book
My old boots are worn from the hard roads I took
And I'm proud to be my daddy's son
And momma taught me how to work and not to quit
Until the job's done
Well I may not be high society but I got all I need
And that's just me
The only way I know to be
That's just me
What you get is what you see
Well they tell me I'm old fashioned
And that I'm part of a dying breed
I'd say I'm living in real good company
But that's just me
Well I got me a wife and we're bringing up a young one
Well she's a backwoods woman and my boy he's a top gun
We live out in the country where we're free to roam
And when a hard day is over how I love just going home
Well it's the life I live and the air I breathe
The way I believe
And that's just me
The only way I know to be
That's just me
What you get is what you see
Well they tell me I'm old fashioned
And that I'm part of a dying breed
I'd say I'm living in real good company
But that's just me
Yeah they tell me I'm old fashioned
And that I'm part of a dying breed
I'd say I'm living in real good company
But that's just me
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Gates To Hell
I know that in the depths beneath
Guilty are the saved.
I know living through pain
You will obey. you lie.
Living out this day your body begins to rot.
Low down here beneath living is dying.
Woe can feed by thoughts of the dead.
Find your way to escape. you cant even try, try.
Enter the gates to hell.
It is. is where we must dwell.
Fear, fear of fate, then your fate is getting , is getting into grind.
Even as weve begun youre decomposing as youre dying.
When youre paying for life after life.
Thoughts are incinerated. life is a crime.
Burning out.
song performed by by Obituary
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O Living Always--Always Dying
O LIVING always--always dying!
O the burials of me, past and present!
O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever!
O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not--I am content;)
O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look
at, where I cast them!
To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!
poem by Walt Whitman
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Bad Dream
Im living in a bad dream.
Theyre supposed to be here by now.
What the hell is taking them so long?
I parked the car just like they said.
Now, Im sitting, waiting for a bullet in my head.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream gone bad.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream
Im living in a bad dream thats sad.
Im supposed to be feeling better by now.
What the hell is taking me so long?
I hit the hay just like they said.
Now, Im sitting, waiting for a bell in my head.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream gone bad.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream
Im living in a bad dream thats sad.
On a curve, lost control.
On a cliff, lost control.
This is not happening to me.
I say so.
Im supposed to be a better person by now.
What the hell is taking me so long?
Dying saviors off sum cross.
Now, Im hoping and Im praying that theyll nullify my losses.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream gone bad.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream
Im living in a bad dream thats sad.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream gone bad.
Im living in a bad dream.
Im living in a bad dream
Im living in a bad dream thats sad.
Im living in a bad dream.
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocals, autoharp
Guy hoffman: drums, vocals
David vartanian: electric piano
Produced by brian ritchie and gordon gano
Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwaukee, wi
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Earth And Rubble
A living nightmare contrasts with peace,
Those living under the rubble seem resurrected.
Their peace has resolved from above them,
And below them the earth is violent
Yet never brooding like a wounded animal.
Blood is spat from the underworld,
Bloods are ruined, living and dying.
The daring connection is made by some,
But they know not the wisdom of their God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bleeding Edge (Death Poem)
Change is living every second.
For me, it is the spice of life,
Proof that I am not dead – yet,
Living on the bleeding edge today.
Changeless, death by boredom.
For some, it is the sea of tranquillity,
Proof alas, that dead can also be alive
Living, but dying by seconds daily.
poem by Ian Beckett
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