by K2theMuthaFucxnT April 2, 2018
Get the Lost Star Design mug.Even though the eyes are the window to the soul, a lost soul is not always easy to see. A lost soul has had a tragedy, so devastating, they find it impossible to give their heart to anyone. This sorrow has betrayed their devotion to trust and they have withdrawn. A lost soul may act certain of themselves, and their world, but you will find they ramble with their words, and in turn, are heading no where. Lost souls can be dangerous to themselves and others, and can cause harmful memories of not careful. A lost soul may create many distractions and will make many excuses. A lost soul may frequently exacerbate their life with their choice of intoxicating habit, but this only delays reflection they need to restore. Only a pure and patient heart can accommodate a lost soul, but it is ultimately only the lost soul who can pull themselves out from under their dark world, and learn to let go.
"Can't you see, he's such a lost soul?"
"Yes, I can see now. I hope he has the courage to find faith again."
"Yes, I can see now. I hope he has the courage to find faith again."
by Liv-love October 7, 2011
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To be so completely engrossed with the TV Show LOST that you're now unable to differentiate between reality and the show.
1."Dude, can you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Those whispers! WE'RE NOT ALONE!"
"Man, you are so LOST!"
2. "Aw crap, I forgot my wallet at the restaurant."
"WE HAVE TO GO BACK!"
"Stop being LOST and just turn the damn car around!"
"Hear what?"
"Those whispers! WE'RE NOT ALONE!"
"Man, you are so LOST!"
2. "Aw crap, I forgot my wallet at the restaurant."
"WE HAVE TO GO BACK!"
"Stop being LOST and just turn the damn car around!"
by rvxen April 23, 2009
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Get the lost puppy mug.A 7 minute epic song by Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band. It is from his first album, Greetings from Asbury Park, in 1973.
The first verse is about a Vietnam Veteran who returns home and doesnt believe in religion anymore. the 2nd verse is about a street racer who dies in a crash.
the last verse is about gang violence.
much better in concert.
one of the most epic songs by The Boss, and the only song of his that includes the 'F' and 'B' words.
"The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure fucked up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?"
The first verse is about a Vietnam Veteran who returns home and doesnt believe in religion anymore. the 2nd verse is about a street racer who dies in a crash.
the last verse is about gang violence.
much better in concert.
one of the most epic songs by The Boss, and the only song of his that includes the 'F' and 'B' words.
"The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure fucked up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?"
by E-Street August 10, 2009
Get the Lost In The Flood mug.A person who lives and thrives off of the popular tv show "Lost". Lostaholics feed off of plot twists, unsolved mysteries, and time travel. Many Lostaholics attend LA (Lostaholic Anonymous) meetings, where they discuss previous happenings on their favorite tv show, and also make predictions of what is to come. Lostaholics are often found trading seasons of "Lost," re-watching old episodes, and researching hidden islands in the Atlantic.
John: Hey dude, wanna come play pool around seven?
Sean: Fuck no! It's a Tuesday and I have to find out what happens on Lost!
John: You are such a damn Lostaholic.
Sean: Fuck no! It's a Tuesday and I have to find out what happens on Lost!
John: You are such a damn Lostaholic.
by skifreemt February 25, 2010
Get the Lostaholic mug.When you've lost someone that was your world. Someone who meant everything to you. Someone who could utter a small stupid phrase that you never will forget. When you lose them you feel empty & hurt & neglected .. You feel like you will never ever love again.. This person could have shot you & you would have still loved them.
Guy 1: did you and that girl break up?
Guy 2: ya ..
Guy 1: get over her ..
Guy 2: man you can't get over someone like her .. It's just lost love ..
Guy 2: ya ..
Guy 1: get over her ..
Guy 2: man you can't get over someone like her .. It's just lost love ..
by Attemptlife February 10, 2014
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