Pictures of You, by Oingo Boingo
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"Pictures of You," by Oingo Boingo
Pictures of you...
It's just pictures of you
through the bedroom door
With that sly little grin
says you want it some more
But there's people around
and they don't look so nice
Tell me why don't they move
this has happened before
This has happened before...
It's just pictures of you...
In darkness
Pictures of you...
I'd been sleeping for hours
when you came to my house
You'd been lost in a crowd
said you had to get out
You were covered with tears
and you said you were sad
So you wanted to play
Yes, you wanted to play...
Well you touched me and smiled
as you let yourself go
Oh, but something was wrong
'cause your touch was so cold
Like you'd been in the ground
and you asked if you could stay
And I said No!
It's just pictures of you...
In darkness
Pictures of you...
In that lovely white dress
oh your skin was so white
With the moon in your eyes
on that cold winter night
When your lips were so soft
that I thought they would melt
And the sound of your breath
and the way that you felt
And I said yes...
And I said yes...
It's just pictures of you
with a knife in your hand
With a rose in your teeth
lying nude in the sand
It's just pictures of you
standing high on a cliff
With the wind in your hair
and a smile on your lips
And your eyes were so wild
when you started to laugh
Blending in with the wind
sounded just like a scream...
Why do pictures of you
come to me when I dream?
In darkness
Pictures of you...
Pictures of you...
Pictures of you...
-The Gneech
Pictures of you...
It's just pictures of you
through the bedroom door
With that sly little grin
says you want it some more
But there's people around
and they don't look so nice
Tell me why don't they move
this has happened before
This has happened before...
It's just pictures of you...
In darkness
Pictures of you...
I'd been sleeping for hours
when you came to my house
You'd been lost in a crowd
said you had to get out
You were covered with tears
and you said you were sad
So you wanted to play
Yes, you wanted to play...
Well you touched me and smiled
as you let yourself go
Oh, but something was wrong
'cause your touch was so cold
Like you'd been in the ground
and you asked if you could stay
And I said No!
It's just pictures of you...
In darkness
Pictures of you...
In that lovely white dress
oh your skin was so white
With the moon in your eyes
on that cold winter night
When your lips were so soft
that I thought they would melt
And the sound of your breath
and the way that you felt
And I said yes...
And I said yes...
It's just pictures of you
with a knife in your hand
With a rose in your teeth
lying nude in the sand
It's just pictures of you
standing high on a cliff
With the wind in your hair
and a smile on your lips
And your eyes were so wild
when you started to laugh
Blending in with the wind
sounded just like a scream...
Why do pictures of you
come to me when I dream?
In darkness
Pictures of you...
Pictures of you...
Pictures of you...
-The Gneech
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But, in the limited exposure I've had to Oingo Boingo, I've had difficulty developing an affinity for it. This is my problem, not theirs, obviously. I acquired an album expecting to enjoy it. Ah, well.
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Date: 2002-08-06 01:13 pm (UTC)Yeh know, there's "Pictures of You" by The Cure too... and there's a Green Day song "Scattered", where Billy Joe's doing the same thing Robert Smith is (looking at old pictures of a former lover and reliving memories) - except in a much faster and more upbeat fashion. ;) I'm sure there's a myriad of other songs along that theme.
Interesting, the things that we all share and can relate to, eh?
.Rae
Darn you! >_<
Spoot!
I had no idea Danny Elfman actually played in a band, btw. Interesting. Next thing you know, and Andrew Lloyd Webber will be playing in a punk band or whatnot.
-- Miles Baxxter
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