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When you feel rotten, down and out, this is a song that will make you cry, and make you feel better. Listen to it when you feel rotten. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. HOLD ON!
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
" You're NOT alone ! "
Peace
wow
Band of my youth onwards.That don't matter though.
dont let yourself go
cuz everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes..
WOW
if that does not give you the chills, i dont know what does!
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize
had a priest here in worcester that was off-beat, uncoventional. great sermons, played popular music to emphasize the gospel. greatful dead, rem, pearl jam, don henley
well, in 1999 there was a warehouse fire in worcester that killed 6 firefighters. it was 500 feet from our church. everyone in worcester was a mess, everyone had a connection to the fire fighters killed.
this priest read the gospel, stepped off the altar and played this song...everyone cried in the church, it was a very, very emotional and powerful moment.
"i've lived in this place and i know all the faces.
each one is different but they're always the same.
they mean me no harm but it's time that i face it
they'll never allow me to change.
i never dreamed home would end up where i don't belong.
i'm movin on."
the words of that song live in my soul. home is where i don't belong. i don't know where i'm supposed to be.
It's so easy to laugh at yourself
When all those jokes have already been written
Seems like another vain attempt
To let yourself fall out of the oven
Holy mountains
They look so tired
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside
Who you fooling if the fools are right?
It's the same thing, but it's almost as different
Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
Leaves you stranded with a broken engine
Lazy desert looks so mangled
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss
Get up from your bed of rest
Been a long time since you've lived
But the static in your mind
Leaves you hollow and unkind
With a shock electric wave
Turns you on
You've been flunked out of the Devil's house
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
And some distortion that's never been known
On the treadmill, you'll be running forever
Holy mountains
They look so tired
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside
We go
We go
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo...
INSPIRING post.
Thanks.
to me, the more i listen to the REM song, the more that it really, really fits this community. So many people hurting, so many people crying, taking comfort in their friends, realizing that they are not alone, inspired not to throw your hand, and hold on...
We can get inspiration from anywhere.
Sometimes the mob doth protesteth too much.Whether it''s a congregation etc