The Writer's Café

No way. I LOVE that one!

If I Die Young lyrics
Songwriters: Perry, Kimberly;



If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny, when you're dead how people start listening

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys
And I'll wear my pearls
 
GAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

THE MODERN CRAP THEY'VE BRAINWASHED MOST OF AMERICA'S YOUTH WITH!

IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!

Black Sabbath, ACDC, Queen, The Beatles, THOSE ARE GOOD.
 
Your so lucky. I love all their songs. Especially if I die young, independence, and double heart. Their album made for good road trip music.
 
I did two chapters in one day and cheese doesn't even do one in a week?!? Oh Cheese you're a goner!

(and I'm not buying your thoughts for a dollar )
 
In the Shadows of Clarity

Erthor, a woodland elf from across the sea, and his partner Corvus were the most infamous pair of thieves in the duchy. Nobody knew who the two criminals actually were, but everyone knew thieir deeds. Currently, they are discussing rather mysterious buisness.

"Why?" Exclaimed Erthor.
"Do you have any idea how many treasures are in that house,ungaurded?" Replied his partner Corvus, "The city is to afraid to go in the house, let alone hold an auction there! Even after all these years."
"Of couse they are afraid! Just like anyone in their right mind would be! We know for a fact that it is haunted," Erthor replied worriedly.
"Well, I know it is haunted, but it isn't one those bad ones!" Corvus insisted in defense of his plan.
"Malevolent or benign! It is still a haunting!" Argued Erthor.
"What does it take to convince you?" whined Corvus.
"You can not! I refuse to go in a house that is haunted," Erthor stated, trying to muster up his boldest voice.
Corvus walked slowly away to the other side of thier small hideout on the outskirts of Clarity's poor district. There he brooded over how he would convince his partner. Corvus was not nearly as bright as his elf partner and it would be impossible to coerce him into it with facts. With that in mind, he decided to employ one of many skills he learned as a thief, lying.
"Hey, Erthor!" He called, "Didn't I tell you about Garion's secret?"
"Garion's secret? Replied Erthor, obviously unconvinced.
"Yes!" Corvus called. He then took a moment to think of some way to glorify his ruse. "We could easily double this years income in one hit! Old Mister Garion was a treasure hunter in his early days."
"For some reason I doubt your credibility," Erthor said, and with a sigh, he continued, "You do know my weakness. I will accompany you this time, but you had better make sure you fill the lanterns. I do not fancy being stuck in the dark with apparations floating about."
Erthor was a short elf (even by woodland standards) who had a guant face and piercing green eyes that allowed him to see figures and movement in the darkness. He may have been a master of the shadows, able to hide anywhere and move silently, but he had a few flaws that prevented him from working alone. First of all, he was cowerdly. Secondly, he possesed a deep, overwhelming envy of those who had wealth. Finally, he possesed no skill in picking locks. That is where Corvus comes in.
Corvus had grown up in the dark alleys as a street boy, therefore he had little education or fear. He learned how to obtain what he wanted through many methods. He boasted often about never breaking a lockpick in his work, even when he just began. But that is not his only skill, he could also lie his way out of any situation, create great diversions, and charm ladies into telling him things with his dapper looks.
They waited until midnight before they crept out to the rich district of Clarity. The city was the second largest in the duchy, so their trip took nearly an hour. A full moon reflected off the surface of the Straits of Clarity. Across the water, dim street lamps of the city, Sholron, gave a faint glow.
"It is certaintly a most bright and gorgeous night for such dark and grim deeds," Erthor whispered to himself.
"All the better then!" Corvus said quietly as he slapped Erthor's back.
Soon they had come to Garion Manor. It was once a stately home, but had fallen into disrepair in the two years since they Garion's were murdered. Most people gave it a wide berth due to the haunting, except the children, who bet on who would get the closest.
Erthor was hesitant to go near the house, but Corvus practically ran to the heavy enchanted lock that the city had placed on the door. The elf thief finally crept up behind his partner as he loosed the padlock and slowly removed it.
"Here we go," Erthor muttered to himself. The two thieves then disappeared into the darkness that once was a grand living room.
 
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