"Opposite Ends" as written by Davey Macmanus, Owen Hopkin, Richard Carter and Daniel Harris....
Done something real bad this time
Practically signed my own death warrant
She was staring right at me
Burning my eyelashes
I was sweating like a virgin on death row
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
Neither overjoyed to be out of love
Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
I was the black cloud
She was the bright day

Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?

You and I and not the screaming animals
with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends

You look so good I want to see
hundreds and thousands of you
Crawling through the desert
like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles
Our brains leave their skulls
Walk the tightrope of our
rabbit in the headlight stares
Melting together like pink and white marshmallows
Yeah I was a fool and yes you were a fool
But who can name a penny
that has not been in the pocket of a fool

Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?

You and I and not the screaming
animals with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends






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    General Commenthaha! it's me again! :D
    hmm, this song took a while to grow on me, but it won me over...along with all the other Crimea songs!
    i guess, this song is about an arguement between to people in love or an on-going arguement. and he's trying to get her to remember how is used to be...it's a good song if you're angry or well it's good song anyway! :D xx
    lulu08on February 24, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis is just the most amazing song, i couldn't stop listening to it...and now i've seen the crimea live, you HAVE to! they're amazing.
    This is about This was written in my darkest hour, whilst in Aberystwyth Wales at Christmas time. I was staying in an old brewery, with no electric, or toilet, feeling pretty sorry for myself and not thinking about the starving millions at all. I was steeped in guilt and felt as though I had ruined the only chance in my life, by shameless lack of self-control. I knew there were far worse things going on in the world but at the time I was firmly locked in my own little box. so says Davey Macmanus.
    gotawaywithwordson August 20, 2006   Link
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    General CommentBeautiful song.
    shobhna_guerinon February 08, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthis will fall on deaf ears. sigh.

    but i still feel i need to say:
    you totally forget part of the song.

    "It's hardly the stuff of legend,
    I ask the questions,
    get down off your broomstick and sweep the floor.
    Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on,
    when I'm half-baked and the red mist is gone
    I see you lying there,
    wishing it could always be this way,
    that I could die this day,
    you always lying there,
    me always half-baked
    without a care in the stupid world,
    without a stupid world to care about... "


    in fact, the only reason i made an account
    was so i could say that.

    god, i wish i wasn't so anal.
    bizarrityon August 27, 2007   Link

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