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The New Adventures of Mr Stephen Fry » Topic: Musically based http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/topic/musically-based Just another bbPress community en-US Sun, 26 May 2013 06:13:42 +0000 http://bbpress.org/?v=1.0.2 <![CDATA[Search]]> q http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/search.php CollectorManiac on "Musically based" http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/topic/musically-based#post-66139 Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:11:30 +0000 CollectorManiac 66139@http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/ For the most part anyway =] <a href="http://shes-so-1970s.deviantart.com/gallery/" rel="nofollow">http://shes-so-1970s.deviantart.com/gallery/</a> Can We Dream In Purple? I've been dreaming of you again Dreaming in purple A colour that is always a suprise But is everywhere As Alice Walker said And it's so vivid That my dreams feel like reality Nearly genuine events Just remember they're impossible But in those dreams we stand In Prince's purple rain Stumble through Hendrix's purple haze Forming the swirling clouds in it That Don McLean said Vincent saw And the old are wearing purple Just like Jenny Joseph said But this is not Geldof's Republic Though I see the purple and the pinstripes As they mutely shake their heads And yes Damone There are lilac trees in the heart of the town We can drink Buckley's lilac wine beneath them And bask in that ultraviolet love That Bono told us all about Then, when we're done I'll take you up to Violet Hill Like Martin did with his love too We'll sit in the snow No more silence though Because there you always love me And you always let me know Momentary Lust Just another day it seems Although we have been shunned form our usual plot And I may have skipped a lesson out of spite Without these two occurences I may never have seen you But as it was I took my place amongst my friends At a shiny new table Conversation drifts around a little Nothing of any great consequence today No debates or moral cries So I spare a look or two across the way Ten feet or so from where I'm slumped I see a group of people I cannot abide Who only speak to me to mock As they drift around and jeer at some poor soul I catch a glimpse of one out of the mix Shying away, near ashamed Something stirrs I still don't know what They say a man should be the master of his own emotions Well should a woman? I failed either way I can't even place what it was But the conversation faded out and I fixated As you loiter round that crowd Bobbing and rocking oh so slowly So stick thin Peroxide blonde Hair so short my own almost flows in comparison Who knew slick could look so good? And yet the more I look the more I realise There really is nothing remarkable about you Nothing normally appealling in any case So why? Why can't I look away? And why do I so regret not so much as saying hello? And as you're swept away and out of site I wonder Will I ever see you again? When I don't even know your name Who is that girl? But even in these thoughts my passion, a loose enough emotion, gives way to guilt One so in love should not dwell so long on someone else Surely? Someone so within reach Hate myself for doing nothing Hate myself for thinking of doing anything Either way The chances of seeing you again are slim to none And so the issue rests Just a moment of petty lust I'm sure "I know my luck too well, and I'll probably never see you again"--Steven Patrick Morrissey Of Quiffs And Gladioli Nothing's changed I still love you Oh I still love you These lyrics repeat in my ear From a night of Morrissey These past weeks I have been nothing I've kept busy, sure But stop and I become This emotionally blank canvas Waiting for the artist And who more 'artiste' Than Steven Patrick I'm fixed in the chair The sound of the keyboard clunks and burns in my ears From occassional conversation All else is silent Mouse scrapes on wood Two short Sharp Clicks Those rising chords Sudden drumbeat His voice Panic on the streets Four simple words that atleast stir something In this state I hang on every syllable And I could cry out to myself Hang the DJ Hang the DJ Hang the DJ! Because it's all so true The music that they constantly play Says nothing to me about my life And as those thoughts fade away I tune into the resounding questions of the next Will they ever believe us? How do you start? Who do you need to know? I have no answers of course So join in his tuneful wails But keep it low Until I unite with him in thoughts Of let downs The misery after the madness And the beaming to myself And confronting my shyness But knowing when to hold my tongue I recall how it feels to seem totally alone And wonder when is now So that these dreams may come true He shares with me secrets of a charming seducer Twisted love affairs beyond understanding Startlingly simple physical revelations And that girlfriend in a coma How it really feels to find someone special And the cynicism that says it's over Before it's even begun Let's break away from this house that is their home And please, please, please let me get what I want This time Do they know how it feels to be the butt of those jokes? I'm down and they kick me Kick us Again and again So we shall break free Unite in our shells That are not so much like the real world When you're lonely for a long time People forget When nothing changes You're emotions fade from their minds Busy with their own advances of course We're left unwatched But no more apologies I'm too tired I'm so sick and tired And yes, I'm feeling very sick and ill today But it all comes down to this When the music stops The only thing that resonates The thought left on the canvas I'm still fond of you I prefer my older ones tbh but hell here they are nonetheless :)x