Madonna Bedtime story & Nothing really matters

Lyrics:

Today is the last day that I’m using words
They’ve gone out, lost their meaning
Don’t function anymore

Let’s, let’s, let’s get unconscious honey
Let’s get unconscious honey

Today is the last day that I’m using words
They’ve gone out, lost their meaning
Don’t function anymore

Traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness
Traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness

Chorus:

Let’s get unconscious honey
Let’s get unconscious
Let’s get unconscious honey
Let’s get unconscious

Words are useless, especically sentences
They don’t stand for anything
How could they explain how I feel

Traveling, traveling, I’m traveling
Traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, traveling, I’m gonna relax
Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness

(chorus)

And inside we’re all still wet
Longing and yearning
How can I explain how I feel?

(chorus)

Traveling, traveling (repeat twice)
Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness

And all that you’ve ever learned
Try to forget
I’ll never explain again

Madonna Nothing Really Matters Lyrics:
When I was very young
Nothing really mattered to me
But making myself happy
I was the only one

Now that I am grown
Everything’s changed
I’ll never be the same
Because of you

Nothing really matters
Love is all we need
Everything I give you
All comes back to me

Looking at my life
It’s very clear to me
I lived so selfishly
I was the only one

I realize
That nobody wins
Something is ending
And something begins

Nothing takes the past away
Like the future
Nothing makes the darkness go
Like the light

You’re shelter from the storm
Give me comfort in your arms

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A Love Letter, poems and quotes, Paulo Coelho on luck, coinsidence, and Faith

http://www.lifescapemag.com/a-love-letter/

Jeff Buckley quotes:

But the devil has my address and he knows where I live. He sends me money and
fancy postcards and the poems he leaves are so charming. They say
“You …….. Are in Big Trouble.”

I feel afraid and I call your name

I love your voice and your

words

and I know your pain.

All flowers in time

bend towards

the sun,

I know you say there’s

no one for you

But here is one.

Lots of time I feel like

I don’t belong

to this place.

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My poems:

Doesn’t anyone

see

how the world is?

The true state of things?

People going places consumed

by things to do and get.

To stop is to realize

to think and to recognize

the truth

and the facts of life

that show the plan for us.

In their hearts

they carry a restless

feeling

of things to come

Don’t they understand

the way we are…

People mocking eachother

the men fighting

the truth away.

How can we even bear it all?

To stop is to realize

to think and to recognize the truth

and the Great plan for us…

-Katja

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The moon and the sun

watch as I try

to run

to see another life.

-Katja

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MARILYN MONROE QUOTES:

IT’S ALL MAKE

BELIEVE

ISN’T IT?

i HAVE TOO MANY

FANTASIES TO BE A

HOUSEWIFE.

I QUESS

I AM A FANTASY

IT’S BETTER TO BE UNHAPPY ALONE

THAN TO BE UNHAPPY WITH SOMEONE.

1956 interview about her childhood:

Looking back, I guess I used to play-act all the time. For one thing, it meant I could live

in a more interesting world than the one around me.

People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person.

They didn’t see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts,

then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

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MADONNA QUOTES

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return.

To just give. That takes courage; because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.

I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.

That we are responsible for our own fate, we reap what we sow, we get what we give, we pull in what we put out. I know these things for sure.

I want to be like Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, and John Lennon… but I want to stay alive.

I hate polite conversation. I hate it when people stand around and go, “Hi, how are you?” I hate words that don’t have any reason or meaning. Also I hate it when people smoke in elevators and closed in places. It’s just so rude.

Not only does society suffer from racism and sexism but it also suffers from ageism. Once you reach a certain age you’re not allowed to be adventurous, you’re not allowed to be sexual. I mean, is there a rule? Are you supposed to just die?

Paulo Coelho on luck, coinsidence, and Faith

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