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Post by static anonymity on Mar 3, 2005 2:34:58 GMT
You’ve got the burden of your bagage upon you. You’ve got your ragged entourage and you know. You’ve got the rain beating down around you and now there’s no place left to go.
Oh no there’s no location you can go to and there’s no relation to retrieve you and I’m the only one around who believes it all but a coward in the shadow of your very soul is telling you
to leave before a chemical reaction reveals you. You’ve been deceived by some personna you’ve aquired to shield you. And I can see that you operate on a thousand different levels. It’s a bitter feud but you know its been decided. I can sympathize.
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Post by static anonymity on Mar 4, 2005 2:22:24 GMT
For Stars - sorryshe'd like to think that UFOs are real she's so scared of life knives are scared of death there are faces in the windows footsteps on the ceiling I'm so close to her that i don't know what to do don't cry the people can hear you my baby get under the table sorry I wasn't able to help you ooh she'd like to think the whole world's on her side we both know that ain't right don't cry the people can hear you smile baby get over the notion sorry I wasn't able to help you get away
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Post by Graham on Mar 4, 2005 15:18:55 GMT
Mull Historical Society - Watching Xanandu
She said, "Someone else is happy," "Someone else is carefree," "Someone else is here and now."
Oh, she said, "Someone else is living," "Someone else is out there," "Someone else is buying time,"
Oh, sit on your wall, If I could just do what you do, If I could just be what you don't want me to be, And no it really doesn't matter it really does.
She's watching Xanadu, She says she can't love you, She can do anything, Yeah, she can love anything. She says there's a photograph, She said it's the saddest thing, Yeah but you never call, Yeah but you never ring.
She said "Put the world between us," "Celebrate and pack up," "Open up your eyes and jump."
Oh, she said "Find another doorway," "Find another circle," "Find another way to leave."
Oh, live on your wall If I could just do what you do, If I could just be what you don't want me to be, And no it really doesn't matter it really does.
She's watching Xanadu, She says she can't love you, She can do anything, Yeah, she can love anything. She says there's a photograph, She said it's the saddest thing, She can do anything, She says you never ring.
Oh, live on your wall, If I could just do what you do, If I could just be what you don't want me to be, And no it really doesn't matter, It really doesn't matter, It really doesn't matter, It really does.
She's watching Xanadu, She says she can't love you, She can do anything, Yeah, she can love anything. She said it's the saddest thing, She says you never ring.
She can do anything, She can do anything. She can love anything, She can do anything. She can love anything, She can love anything. She can do anything, She can do anything, She can love anything.
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Post by Graham on Mar 5, 2005 15:21:02 GMT
Slipknot - Vermillion, Pt. 2
She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. All the torment and the pain Leaked through and covered me I'd do anything to have her to myself Just to have her for myself Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
A catch in my throat choke Torn into pieces I won't, no! I don't wanna be this...
But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real I can't make her real She isn't real I can't make her real
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Post by Luco El Loco on Mar 6, 2005 16:36:04 GMT
The above one is kinda touching. rest of songRitchie Blackmore and Ronnie Dio - musical orgasmatrons the pair of them.
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Post by Graham on Mar 7, 2005 15:59:21 GMT
Bowling For Soup - Pictures He Drew
He got up this morning Rolled out of bed And went out to change the world Her head on his shoulder he settles her down It all started over and over again
His mom made him breakfast Gets on the bus goes out to see the world He lies on the ground, wipes blood from his nose Wonders why he’s the one that doesn’t fit in
The pictures he drew But if only they told him You’re never gonna be like anyone And that’s okay Give in to you’re feelings Don’t give in to the ones that will own ya Sometimes they just don’t go away
Six double martinis, a night on the town it sure makes the mornings long He never imagined a life time lie this would be The only thing to let him get in
He gets up He falls down Wishes he could get the nerve to end it all now He picks up the phone And he slams it down And swallows another Now he’ll never come around It’s all or none It’s one for one You can make it But you gotta do it all for you’re self
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Post by static anonymity on Mar 7, 2005 21:30:53 GMT
Bright Eyes - something vagueNow and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you are doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There is a dream in my brain that just won’t go away. It has been stuck there since it came a few nights ago I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers. And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air with nothing holding me. And I hang like a star, f**king glow in the dark, for all those starving eyes to see, like the ones we’ve wished on. But now I’m confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we are not seeing, something more like a feeling. And from "take it easy (love nothing)" by Bright Eyesso i layed back down, wrapped my self up in the sheet. and i must have looked like a ghost, because something fightened me. and since then i've been so good at vanishing.
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Post by Graham on Mar 10, 2005 22:59:01 GMT
Idlewild - Blame It On The Obvious Ways
All the mistakes I made I made because I didn't know myself very well And by this stage I feel like I really shouldn't know myself I'm forced into a sponsored silence Where I'm only paid If I don't say What I want to say
Open up your eyes and see I can't throw it all away Open up your eyes and see I can't give it all away I couldn't even care what you say Change You changed everything And blame it on your obvious ways
I gamble my praises And threw the jukebox from my favorite phrases As we cling to the nightclub walls We whisper the words, we whisper them wrong
So we screamed out the wrong words Into our own song And with a kiss that tasted like drugs Which taste like we'll never ever make it home
Open up your eyes and see I can't throw it all away Open up your eyes and see I can't give it all away I couldn't even care what you say Change You changed everything And blame it on your obvious ways
Throw me around First you've got to count me down Don't you think you should count me down Before you throw me around
You throw me into another move I can't remake It changes everything Open up your arms and say Give it all away I couldn't even care what you say Change You changed everything And blame it on your obvious ways
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Post by static anonymity on Mar 14, 2005 20:55:03 GMT
The natural disasters make it hard to mind. Birthday cake, steak and wine. The rough around the comfort make you bust a dime. They want your heart to ache, and take up all your time. The broken situations that leave no resort, Must give way to play and sport. Don't want to think about it dont know what to say. So sorry that you're cross, goodbye to you today.
We've got to cut the conversation keep it clean and dry. And if they never finish then we wont ask why. It's just a natural disaster that you've left behind. Father cut some cake, for the steak and wine.
Got a conversation, no more emotions to show. Got a conversation, nobody has to know. It's just a natural disaster that you've left behind. Father cut some cake, for the steak and wine.
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Post by Graham on Mar 15, 2005 12:01:09 GMT
Taking Back Sunday - Timberwolves at new Jersey
Get up, get up Come on, come on, lets go There’s just a few things I think that you should know Those words at best were worse than teenage poetry Fragment ideas and too many pronouns Stop it, come on You’re not making sense now You can't make them want you They're all just laughing
Literate and stylish (literate and stylish) Kissable and quiet (kissable and quiet) Well that's what girls dreams are made of And that's all you need to know (and that’s all you need to know) You have it or you don't (you have it or you) You have it or you (don't)
You have it or you You see how much time you're wastin? You're coward of seperatin
Stop it, come on you know I can’t help it I got the mic and you got the mosh pit What will it take to make you admit that you were wrong? Was his demise so carefully constructed? Well let's just say I got what I wanted Cause in the end it’s always the same (you're still gone) Lets go
Literate and stylish (literate and Stylish) Kissable and quiet (kissable and quiet) Well that's what girls dreams are made of And that's all you need to know (and that’s all you need to know) You have it or you don't (you have it or you) You have it or you (don't) don't
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue And my eye through the scope down the barrel of a gun (gun,gun) Remind me not to ever act this way again This is you trying hard to make sure that you're seen With a girl on your arm and your heart on your sleeve Remind me not to ever think of you again This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue And my eye through the scope down the barrel of a gun Remind me not to ever act this way again (again) again (again)
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue And my eye on the scope down the barrel of a gun I'll never act this way again
Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know) you've had your chance and folded Don't hold your breath because you'll only make things worse Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know) you've had your chance and folded Don't hold your breath because you'll only make things worse
(I know somethin that you don't know) This is me with the worst (I know somethin that you don't know) Intentions, don’t Hold your, hold your breath (I know somethin that you don't know) Because you'll only make things worse Hold your breath Because you'll only make things worse Hold your breath (I know somethin that you don't know) because you'll only make things worse
Don't hold your breath because you’ll only make things worse!
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Post by Graham on Mar 16, 2005 11:30:00 GMT
Funeral for a Friend - Waking Up
Is a lie just the truth Uncovered and relinquished A passion for all young fools Is a lie more than truth A question left unanswered To feed the failure of our choices
And in my hands our blood recovered And for our faith we're undeserved And in my hands our blood recovered And in your faith completely
Do we wait all this time And follow blindly hating Killing all that we survey Must we hate all this time And let our anger lead us Lead us to our bitter end
Your wasting our time (turn the lights out when you leave) When everything's said and done We're dead and buried
And will this never end I'm tired of all this walking And if this never ends I'll walk until my feet are bleeding
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Post by static anonymity on Mar 17, 2005 23:09:24 GMT
The Cardigans - war
Oh, come crush me now Don't leave No one has won this war This time
No, don't sleep tonight I'm hurt and ready for fire Don't leave me up Alarmed and ready to die
Come on, it's war, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, it's war, come on
Please, I'm almost done Don't you retreat I've loaded my gun With love, with... Hear the dust roll over the floor Why must you sleep? Come crush me now I'm armed And ready to die
Come on, it's war, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, it's war, come on
You look so peaceful when you sleep Beautiful creep It's such an easy way to choose You lose
Come on, it's war, come on Come crush me now Come on, come on, come on Come on, it's war, come on Come crush me now Come on, come on, come on Come on, fight me, come on
You look so peaceful when you sleep Beautiful creep It's such an easy way to choose You lose
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Post by Graham on Mar 18, 2005 11:38:56 GMT
Moby - Where You End
Some things fall apart Some things makes you hold Something that you find Are beyond your control
I love you and you're beautiful You write your own songs But if the right part is leaving Turned out to be wrong
If I could kiss you now I'd kiss you now again and again I don't know where I begin And where you end
Thought I fell in love the other day With an old friend of mine I was running kisses Down every inch of the spine
We had the roof down The sun came shining in The black fact is... that I was thinking of you
If I could kiss you now I'd kiss you now again and again I don't know where I begin And where you End
I slept in the sun the other day I thought I was fine Everything seemed perfect Until I had you on my mind
I tried to love you I did all that I could I wish that the bad now And finally turned into good
If I could kiss you now I'd kiss you now again and again I don't know where I begin And where you End
If I could kiss you now.. If I could kiss you now.. If I could kiss you now..
Oh where you end, Is where I begin.
Oh where you end Oh where you end Oh where you end
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Post by Graham on Mar 18, 2005 11:41:15 GMT
Never know but nothing less Couldn't see that I have guessed Couldn't see, couldn't stay away
I never even stopped to dream and That Id see anything and The world is coming out so cold
Oh, and it's raining again Light on your car light, bullets on tin Oh, and its raining again Open the door and pulling me in
Nothing here but nothing less Cold heart is stuck in this Couldn't say the kindest words we knew
Everything I tried to say but no one listens anyway I had to give up all that I knew
Oh, and it's raining again Light on your car light, bullets on tin Oh, and its raining again Open the door and pulling me in
Oh, and it's raining Raining again Oh, and it's raining Raining again
Nothing here but nothing less Everything we both regret Couldn't say the kindest words we knew Cause it was winter time and We wanted some more time and We watched the girls try something knew
We didn't even stopped to see that That It was breaking me and the world is coming out so cold What you want you couldn't get, you Couldn't wait for something less, you had to give up everything you knew
Oh, and it's raining again Light on your car light, bullets on tin Oh, and its raining again Open the door and pulling me in
Sadness like water raining down Raining down, raining down, raining down
Oh, and it's raining Raining again Oh, and it's raining Raining again
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Post by static anonymity on Mar 20, 2005 14:30:37 GMT
we sample from the shelves tore a page out of this chapter deface the essays in the book that you're reading we are the leaches that stop the bleeding deficit attention program by any means necessary blare sirens to the library whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary
is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying?
aeronautics hacked the spine of paragraphs prepare to indent, a coma that read- floating in a soundproof costume here comes the monolith brass knuckles for the hissie fit an abbreviation for the landing of fleets incoming
position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
is it heavier than air - am i supposed to die alone?
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