#2956

[sleepsucks]

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 11, 2002

Lyrics:

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

Ooh, bop-bop-bop

Ooh, bop-bop-bop (na-na-na-na-na)

They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum

And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them

No, no, no

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

Ooh, bop-bop-bop

Ooh, bop-bop-bop (oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na)

Hey, farmer, farmer, put away your DDT

I don't care about spots on my apples

Leave me the birds and the bees

Please!

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

They paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Hey, now, they paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Ooh, bop-bop-bop (why not?)

Ooh, bop-bop-bop

Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door sway

And a big yellow taxi took my girl away

Now, don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

They paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Hey, now, now, don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

They paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Why not? They paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Hey, hey, hey, paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Ooh, bop-bop-bop

Ooh, bop-bop-bop

I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it?

Why you wanna give it all away? Hey, hey, hey

Now you wanna give it, ah, she wanna give it

'Cause she's giving it all away, now, now

I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it?

Why you wanna give it all away?

'Cause you're giving it all, giving it all away, yeah, yeah

Songwriter: Joni Mitchell

Why d'you want me?

Why do you want to...? (She's giving it all away, hey, hey, hey)

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Hey, paved paradise to put up a parking lot

La-la, la-la-la, na-na-na-na, na-na-na

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Counting Crows

Vanessa Carlton

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2956- Little Ozzie - 4/10/24

Quick character reference I made for a one off character for a FizzXOzzie comic I did.

[gracie-bird]

Frankie Laine visiting Grace Kelly, Celeste Holm, Frank Sinatra on the set of "High Society” in 1956.

[manoelt-finisterrae]

apartar o corpo

formas na illa coa marea  espíandonos amor no medio da nubes sós indíxenas cando somos reflexo sen nome sen ruído dilúense as chaves de oxalá nós entrañas das ondas para atoparnos amabel marabilla de estar a ser poro

 © Manoel T, 2022

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #2956:

write what you would know if you had been paying attention in year 8 history class

[every-tome]

[aarondingle]

For @matan4il  🌷 🌺 🌸

Special kuddos to @vckaarrob for being my beta and helping me find the right words for my little drabble!

Kissing Robert.

Kissing him for the first time was like kissing fire. Biting. Sucking. Burning. You knew those kind of kisses were dangerous, you knew you were playing with fire. But you didn’t mind getting burnt.

Those kisses turned into desperation. Want. Need. A constant chase. And you couldn’t breathe without his lips on yours. You needed the heat, the burn, to survive.

Secret kisses followed; wherever, whenever. You could never look away from him, even when he wasn’t yours to see.

And then there was nothing.

Nothing left but cold, empty hatred; it almost tore you apart. You could still feel his breath on your lips but it was like poison, slowly seeping through you, infecting your blood.

But you’d still have given anything to feel his lips on yours again. And you hated yourself for it. Like you hated him.

Darkness.

The end?

There’s this feeling, this warm feeling that makes your lips tingle, your breath catch. You know this warmth, this love.

He kisses you without wanting anything from you. It’s new, this kiss, and you don’t know how to handle these kinds of lips on your lips. These trembling fingers on your cheeks. This warmth, like it’s coming from inside him to spread through you.

This love.

He whispers softly, write promises with his mouth when you wouldn’t hear the words. And he kisses you again and again and again.

It doesn’t hurt you any more. His lips are still fire but it warms you like the sun.

He kisses you. So everyone can see. And it’s like he’s giving you your breath back. He breathes life into you; strength and power.

He kisses you everywhere.

He is everywhere.

He’s yours now, he isn’t going anywhere. All of his kisses are for you.

Hello kisses that taste like coffee and fresh morning air.

Goodnight kisses that taste like stars.

You kiss him for the millionth time, and he still burns like fire, like a supernova, like forever and you know then, your lips were always supposed to be on his.