Summertime Blues!!!

Bangalore….

axlerose — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:58:06 +0000

All those weekend images tuggin in the fog
Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug
Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore
Come on Saturday open up your door.

axlerose — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:57:06 +0000

I think that it’s mistaken to say freedom’s unsold
And if you feel the same way too, Truth is never told

axlerose — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:56:44 +0000

Sometimes I wonder what I’m a-gonna do
Lord there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Pain..

axlerose — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:57:55 +0000

Rising with the morning
sun
I turn to greet the dawn,
Knowing I must face
another day.
Sleepless night behind
me,
Just a memory of pain,
My heart has always
been a cross to bear.
Lord I know the sun
shine,
But, I feel the tears of
rain
Falling down to wash my
sins away.
I’ll try, hard to remember
So I won’t be fooled
again,
And the physical pain remains…

New….

axlerose — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 19:34:45 +0000

My heart is empty.
Your eyes are dark.
Once we were hungry,
Now we are full.
These chains that bind us,
Can’t beat these chains.
If love is shelter,
I’m gonna walk in the rain.

You were my angel.
Now, you are real.
So like a stranger,
Colder than steel.
The morning after,
You know what you bring.
If love is a red dress,
Well, hang me in rags.

Lost

axlerose — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:21:25 +0000

There’s a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away
And they call it Lonesome Town
Where the broken hearts stay

You can buy a dream or two,
To last you all through the years
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears

Goin’ down to lonesome town,
Where the broken hearts stay,
Goin’ down to lonesome town
To cry my troubles away.

In the town of broken dreams,
The streets are filled with regret,
Maybe down in lonesome town,
I can learn to forget.

Maybe down in lonesome town,
I can learn to forget.

Irritation

axlerose — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:47:13 +0000

Interruptions can be viewed as sources of irritation or opportunities for service, as moments lost or experience gained, as time wasted or horizons widened. They can annoy us or enrich us, get under our skin or give us a shot in the arm. Monopolize our minutes or spice our schedules, depending on our attitude toward them.