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[static anonymity]

Because it pretty much sums up my entire fecking mood right now...

Tegan & Sara - you wouldn't like me

There's a war inside of me
Do I cause new heartbreak to write a new broken song
Do I push it down or let it run me right into the ground
I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
Well I can't stop talking for fear of listening to unwelcome sound
And you haven't called me in weeks and honestly it's bringing me down
I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me
And don't you worry there's still time
There's nothing to live for when I'm sleeping alone
And I wash the windows outside in hopes that the glare will bring you around
Sunshine is days away I won't be saved I know all the words
I can't say that I'll love you forever
I won't say that I'll love you forever

[static anonymity]

The Honorary Title - everythin I once had (because it's the song i cry to and it's playing now)

Everything I
You were, everything I
once had

The bar on 1st Avenue, we went there solely for you
So you can flirt with my best friend
Kiss a girl, tell me why you're laughing

I won't hold on
I can't hold on
to this

There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed for six long months
There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed
for six long months
for six long months
Well I won't hold on,
to this

February, Valentines Day
Did my best to avoid the red cliches
So you dumped me on the subway
On my way to work at 9 in the morning
Everybody else is holding bouquets
Now I'm holding my face in the basement
Scratching away for any trace
Of affection you will leave
Falling victim to the publics prey

Well I won't hold on
No, I can't hold on
I won't hold on
to this

There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed for six long months
There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed...

There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed
Oh, I won't hold on to this.


Anyone is suitable for you I,
for you I guess tonight
Anyone is suitable for you I guess.
You were a phase
It's over with
You my beautiful
You were a phase
It's over with you
You my beautiful
With your beautiful blue and white
Your beautiful blue and white

[Luco El Loco]

Oh my I think Billy Gibbons is a man after my own heart here:

I Got the Six ~ ZZ Top

Living room, passing time, talking trash, sipping wine,
I need something more substantial.
New deck of playing cards, I don't like to work this hard,
I think I'll have to cancel.

I'm running out of time,
I'm about to lose my mind.
I got the six,
gimme your nine.

Slow hand on the clock, I'm sitting here like a rock,
I'm feeling so abnormal.
Pictures in the magazines, all my thoughts are so obscene.
Cover up that centerfold.

I'm running out of time,
I'm about to lose my mind.
I got the six,
gimme your nine.

Look at this, what a pair, she won't let me touch her there,
she's so discriminating.
This is weird, it's time to blow, I just heard the rooster crow.
I guess I'll have to spank my monkey.

I'm running out of time,
I'm about to lose my mind.
I got the six,
gimme your nine.


Now that line woke me up for a moment, hahaha.



Also another one that I relate to on a more serious note:

Got Me Under Pressure ~ ZZ Top

She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine
but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine.

She got me under pressure,
she got me under pressure.

She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog.
She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog.
She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains.
She likes cocaine and filppin' out with great Danes.
She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain.

It's got me under pressure,
It's got me under pressure.

I'm gonna give her a message,
here's what I'm gonna say:
"It's all over."
She might get out a nightstick
and hurt me real real bad
by the roadside in a ditch.

It's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.

It's got me under pressure,
it's got me under pressure.


Obviously I haven't been dating any demanding women(!) but I can relate to people being a bit impossible. I think the night stick bit is interesting.

Oh and thanks to this site: www.davemcnally.com/lyrics/ZZTop/Eliminator/

[smerker]

fretfire said:

Obviously I haven't been dating any demanding women(!)
/

Yeah, let's not get militant just yet...

[Luco El Loco]

Hehehehe.

I like this bit from Guns and Roses' Mr Brownstone:

I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do
and then a little got more and more

Because the repetition of "little" just seems to work nicely.

[Luco El Loco]

This seems to sum up my current state of being lately:

Then it all crashes down
Then you break your crown
You point your finger
but there's no-one around
Just one more thing
Is to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And your left with just a name
Where's your crown
King Nothing

From King Nothing by Metallica from the album Load. My personal take is that the song is about pride.

[static anonymity]

Cursive - the lament of pretty baby

I saw something I was not supposed to see
A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me

(The kitchen door was open a crack,
So naively we peeked inside)

Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you, have they hurt you?
Oh, Pretty Baby, they won't touch you
They won't touch you again
We will fix this incident

I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing
'Cause it's the pretty things that we're always breaking...

(And now she whispers into the mirror:) I'm broken.

Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me, can you fix me?

Oh Pretty Baby, you're so naive -- but it comes off so cute
We don't want to fix you
We love you just the way you are
The butterfly pinned to the page
The nightingale locked in the cage -- won't you sing for me?
Sing for me, uh-huh
Yeah, we love you just the way you are
Crushed 'neath fashion magazines
Trampled by circus pony dreams -- won't you kiss me?
Won't you kiss me, uh-huh

Oh please, mister, can't you fix me, can't you fix me? (uh-huh)
Someone, anyone, won't you fix me, won't you fix me? (uh-huh)
Oh, someone, please, the moon has raped me
I can feel it inside me
Oh, mama, please let someone fix me!
Let them fix me, uh-huh
Let them fix me, uh-huh

So cry yourself to sleep
Cry yourself to sleep 'cause I am strong and you are weak
Wait, you are strong, and I am weak
f**k -- just cry yourself to sleep


Cursive - driftwood: a fairy tale

So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings,
spun him about, that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
“my arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, they are alive"
And she would cry, “liar, liar!
What have I done?
You’re no lover and I’m no fighter.”

The story goes on.

So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses,
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it’s an empty love to fill the void.
Pinocchio, oh boy how your nose has grown.
So he would cry, “liar, liar!
I’ll prove it to you.”

But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her,
so it was true.
He left her apartment and
he walked all night long,
‘til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and the waves
and screamed, “liar, liar!”
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.

And now I wonder how I was made.
Now I wonder how i was made.
My arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, my name is driftwood.

[Graham]

Joshua Radin - Winter

I should know who I am by now,
I walk the record stand somehow,
Thinkin’ of winter
Your name is the splinter inside me
While I wait

And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown,
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you,
But I don’t have to make this mistake,
And I don’t have to stay this way
If only I would wake...

The walk has all been cleared by now
Your voice is all I hear somehow
Calling out winter
Your voice is the splinter inside me
While I wait

And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown,
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you,
But I don’t have to make this mistake,
And I don’t have to stay this way
If only I would wake...

I could have lost myself
In rough blue waters in your eyes,
And I miss you still

Oh! I remember the sound
Of your November downtown,
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you,
But I don’t have to make this mistake,
And I don’t have to stay this way
If only I would wake...