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Whose Line Is it, Anyway?

Phil

Phil

The rules are simple. Post a song lyric, and the next person has to finish the lyric.

Let's start simple.

If it keeps on rainin'
 
Just post the next part and then post one of your own. You can continue the same song if you like, or move on to a different one

It might be intersting to include movie quotes, too.....
 
But I kinda like the music


The world is, the world is,
Love and life are deep

Darn you Phil. Btw you can edit your own topic title
 
I don't see an edit button.... tell me how...

Maybe as his skies are wide

I've got death upon my mind

Our guilt, Our blame, I've been far too sympathetic
 
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent /////// Now, for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a Rolling Stone, but...
That's not how it used to be
 
repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here....
 
When the Jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
 
Master of light
All pure chance
As exists cross divided
In all encircling mode
Oh closely guided plan
Awaken in our heart

Master of soul
Set to touch
All impenetrable youth
Ask away
That thought be contact
With all that's clear
Be honest with yourself
There's no doubt, no doubt
 
I ride inside the purple dawn.... collecting golden dew
That falls from citidels of dreams I shake whilst flying through
Creation's key seems just in reach.... ah but then its overdue
But as darkness surrounds us I'm reaching for you.

Faaaaaaaaaaaaaar across the universe the goblins of the night
Sometimes corner sunrise and keep it out of sight
And wandering the crossing minds, hallucinating light
Is the dream that I have of you holding me tight.
 
Locked in mortal combat as the future shadows loom
The guardian of my spirit fights his way across the room
To where the sick majority infest the myths of doom
But the lanterns of children hold firm in full bloom


The leaves blow,
Across the long black road.
To the darkened skies,
in its rage
 
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