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#281
07-19-2006, 11:13 AM
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"Living Dead Girl"
(Who is this irrestibles creature who has an insaciable love for the dead?) Living Dead Girl! Rage in the cage And piss upon the stage There's only one sure way To bring the giant down Defunct the strings Of cemetary things With one flat foot On the devil's wing Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living Dead Girl Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living Dead Girl Raping the geek And hustling the freak Like a hunchback juice On a sentimental noose Operation filth They love to love the wealth Of an SS Whore Making scary sounds Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living Dead Girl Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living Dead Girl Psyclone Jack Hallucinating Hack Thinks Donna Reed Eats dollar bills Goldfoot machine Creates another fiend So Beautiful, They make you kill Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living Dead Girl Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living Dead Girl Blood on her skin Dripping with Sin Do it again Living Dead Girl Blood on her skin Dripping with Sin Do it again Living Dead Girl Rob Zombie
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Unsettled I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you? What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas? *Cancer* Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague 
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#282
07-20-2006, 04:44 PM
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Probably my favorite song ever... It's "The Sickbed of Cuchulainn" by the Pogues.
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round" At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay
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And no matter what I say I cannot resist or betray it. No one could do so because there is no one here. There is only this body, this shadow, this darkness.
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#283
07-21-2006, 06:48 PM
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All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix
There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the theif There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None will level on the wine Nobody of it is worth No reason to get exited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us talk falsely now The hour's getting late All along the watchtower The princess kept the view While all the women came And went bare feet servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were aproaching And the wind began to howl
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Unsettled I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you? What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas? *Cancer* Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague
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#284
07-28-2006, 11:01 PM
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Run...Snow Patrol
I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all I've done And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I know we'll make it anywhere Away from here Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak, I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say To think I might not see those eyes Makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbye I nearly do Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak, I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say Slower slower We don't have time for that All I want is to find an easier way To get out of our little heads Have heart my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just for a few days Making up for all this mess Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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#285
07-28-2006, 11:05 PM
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You Could Be Happy...Snow Patrol
You could be happy and I won't know But you weren't happy the day I watched you go And all the things that I wished I had not said Are played on lips 'till it's madness in my head Is it too late to remind you how we were But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur Most of what I remember makes me sure I should have stopped you from walking out the door You could be happy, I hope you are You made me happier than I'd been by far Do the things that you always wanted to Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do More than anything I want to see you go Take a glorious bite out of the whole world
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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#286
07-30-2006, 06:37 AM
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Soul meets Body, by Death Cab
I do believe it's true, there are roads left in both of our shoes, and if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too... So brown eyes I hold you near, cause your the only song I want to hear, a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere...
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#287
08-06-2006, 05:01 PM
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I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
Shell make ya breakfast Shell make ya toast She dont use butter She dont use cheese She dont use jelly Or any of these She uses vaseline Vaseline Vaseline I know a guy who goes to shows When hes at home and he blows his nose He dont use tissues or his sleeve He dont use napkins or any of these He uses magazines Magazines Magazines Magazines Magazines I know a girl who reminds me of cher (reminds me of cher) Shes always changing (shes always changing) The color of her hair (color of her hair) She dont use nothing That ya buy at the store She likes her hair to be real orange She uses tangerines Tangerines Tangerines Tangerines Tangerines Tangerines She Don’t Use Jelly - The Flaming Lips
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche Last edited by The_Return; 08-06-2006 at 05:10 PM.
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#288
08-06-2006, 05:09 PM
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You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee is mine Yes it's mine Time every journey to bump into you, accidentally I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate All the girls I hate All the words I hate All the clothes I hate How I'll never be anything I hate You smile, mention something that you like And how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee is mine Yes it's mine So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is My words and smile are so easy now Yes, It's easy now Yes, It's easy now Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee is mine Yes it's mine The Dark of The Matinee - Franz Ferdinand
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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#289
08-26-2006, 01:10 PM
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#290
08-26-2006, 09:07 PM
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Failure by Swans
I, I've been lonely And I, I've been blind And I, I've learned nothing So my hands are firmly tied To the sinking leadweight of failure I've worked hard all my life Money slips through my hands My face in the mirror tells me It's no surprise that I'm Pushing the stone up the hill of failure They tempt me with violence They punish me with ideals And they crush me with an image of my life that's nothing but unreal Except on the goddamned slaveship of failure I'll drown here trying to get up for some air But each time I think I breathe I'm laid on with a double share of the punishing burden of failure I don't deserve to be down here But I'll never leave And I've learned one thing You can't escape the beast In the null and void pit of failure When I get my hands on some money I'll kiss it's green skin And I'll ask it's dirty face "Where the hell have you been?" "I am the fuel that fires the engine of failure." I'll be old and broken down I'll forget who and where I am I'll be senile or forgotten But I'll remember and understand You can bank your hard-earned money on failure I saw my father crying I saw my mother break her hand On a wall that wouldn't weep But that certainly held in The mechanical moans of a dying man Who was a failure My back hurts me when I bend Because I carry a load My brain hurts me like a knife-hole Because I've yet to be shown How to pull myself out from The sucking quicksand of failure Some people live in hell Many bastards succeed But I, I've learned nothing I can't even elegantly bleed Out the poison blood of failure
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look at yourself - you're a f*cking mess, and yet you're saying nothing happened? - nothing happened??? yes, i know so much is so ordinary, so coarse, and so vulgar. but survival is simply not enough. nowhere near. what's the point of surviving? survive what? don't you realize you're going to die? f*ck your missions, your crusade. i demand and expect quality. right now, once and for all. quality time.
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