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Stairway to Heaven lyrics, Led Zepplin

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all knowpar
Who shines white light and wants to showpar
How ev'rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

Random Poem for the one who stole my heart...

a lovers plee

moments pass as if time is standing still.
i yearn for the one i can never have.
every song i hear reminds me of her.
she wants nothing to do with me.
broken up inside i wait for a reply.

nothing is coming.
and so tears streaming from my eyes i am alone.
with no single person to talk to.
the only one is her.
she wants nothing to do with me.
she broke my heart and i hers.

standing a snow balls chance in hell.
i try to reach her.
still no reply.
i hurt her and regret ever second of it.
lonely and broken i plee.
with no response
no remorse
no feelings left.

i hurt her and regret ever second of it.
lonely and broken i plee.
i am alone.
i slip back into my meaningless blip of an existance.
battered and bruised from the mere thought that i will never have what i desire.
every song reminds me of her.
every song reminds me of the way i talked to her.
of the way i treated her.

i hurt her and regret every second of it.
lonely and broken i plee.
the thought of never holding her in my arms kills me inside.
the loneliness drives the insanity that moves me.
through daily tasks that were once easy.
everything becomes a chore.
every fiber of my being yearns for her.

i am alone.
there is nothing i can do about it.
having loved and lost is worse than having never loved at all.
i am broken.
the only one who completes me ive hurt.
i regret every second on my being.
without her i am nothing.
without her i am broken.
without her......i cannot exist.

Randomly Untitled (Part 2)

How long i waited for the person who could relieve me from the vortex and thought i found
swore to me she loved me and would never leave.
How much i believed and loved her for it.
But even a happy story has a bad ending.
At least in my case happiness never can exist.

Hanging on to the dreams of yesterday. Waiting for my relief to come back.
I sit in my computer chair wondering if she will ever come.
Eternity seems to slip by and not a word from her.
Typing this tears stream down my face for the wound is still as fresh as it was when she did leave.
Hoping ... Waiting Yearning for my relief.

But its too late. i can never love again. my heart as lost and it has always been.
i drift into eternity lonely.
i slip back into my vortex.
spiraling into its decaying chaos.
i shall never love again.

The pain is to unbearable.
i shall never love again.....
The thought of this makes me wonder what life is truly worth
to be without the only one i have truly loved is to not exist
and so i cant help but feel that i shouldn't.
to slip into great eternal slumber would be to easy.

for i must suffer in this life until insanity drives me
through daily tasks as i contemplate driving on the wrong side of the road.
just to see what happens.
my life is once again a spiraling vortex of decaying chaos.
as i drift through eternity alone.
i bear the weight of the vortex for it is all i can do.

i shall never love again.

To put it bluntly i do not take much lightly, i may be playful and such, however, if you make a comment about someone i call a friend, and/or piss me off in general i can be an ass. the way i see it you can bitch me out as much as you want. Opinions are all they are, and nothing more than words on a computer screen.

Favorite saying.....atleast today

Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and they all stink.

*WARNING* Profile subject to change, Price and participation may very. Void where prohibited, coverage not available in some areas. LMAO



*NOTE* i rate all profiles a 10, if you do not like this and down rate me, i will be as critical as i possibly can and take down the rating of the person who does it for any flaw in a number of things, errors in coding, lack of a profile. dont down rate unless you actually have something better. if i see no problems with the coding of zed profile, then ill simply give out what it deserves. I am also prone to giving what you (quite literally) ask for if you ask for a rating lower than a 10 on purpose. then i will give it to you. Stamping is one of my favorite things to do, though i do read profiles. stamping is much easier for me, cause then i dont have to comment on a profile. I will however do so. One of the many things that irks me is the solid bar on the right side of anyone's profile. ITS AN ERROR IN YOUR CODING IF YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT. DONT USE HTML!!

i believe i have stated it in my profile once before. i am a web design major, things like sloppy coding or coding that screws up a profile seriously piss me off. if you have one on your profile fix it. or i wont rate you.


~YM

The Fatman's Commandments

#1: Chuck thy douche ever monday and friday, and not on wednesday, for it is humpday and we have better things to do on humpday.

#2: thou shalt not shove strange dogs in thy pants for fear that they might bite.

#3: While chucking thy douche beware not to hit thy small dog, for not only will thy small dog be stinky but also will be pissed.

#4: Thou shalt not scratch any of thy cracks in public, unless at thy strip club.

#5: While the fatman is in thy house of slumber. he takes over any bed he wishes.

#6: Thou shalt always refer to another fatman as, "the other fatman".

#7: The muffin man makes good cupcakes. Because the fatman deems it so.

#8: Thou shalt buy out Krispy Cream Dough nuts, so that no other man becomes as fat as you.

#9: What ever thy fatman eats may become a commandment.

#10: Thou shalt not abuse the fatman, he shall be cur rested.

#11: Thou shalt whaft after thy farts, for whafting while farting causes hand to be stinky. Also whafting before farting is useless.

#12: Thou shalt always dance while the fatman sing "Dont you wish your girl friend was hot like me?"

#13: Thou shall always shake your little tush on the cat walk, YES ON THE CAT WALK.

#13.528396777669666: to many number make me forget the next commandment.

#15 or so: What the hell, can only be answered by What the hell what the hell. NOT by what the hell what the hell what the hell. for that is lame and forbidden by the fatman.

#17 ish: I thy fatman ever get confused repeat steps 4 through 7, but not step 17 ish.

#20, 5 maybe, i lost count: counting is for squares and fat people are not squares, the are jiggly circles with own gravitational pull, much like the moon, especially while ice scatting and whafting.

#72.5598037666: While sad, consult the fatman for caressing or more importantly, hookah time.