Guest Megalicious Posted March 25, 2009 Report Share Posted March 25, 2009 Fundamentally Loathsome ~ MM I want to wake up in your white, white sun I want to wake up in your world with no pain But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday While you are numb all of the way When you hate it you know you can feel but When you love it you know it's not real No And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world On its way to hell The living are dead and I hope to join them too I know what to do and I did it well... When you hate it you know you can feel but When you love it you know it's not real No Shoot myself to love you If I loved myself I must shoot you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TitsMcGee Posted March 25, 2009 Report Share Posted March 25, 2009 (edited) My daddy taught me that in this country everyone’s the same You work hard for your dollar and you never pass the blame When it don’t go your way Now I see all these big shots whinin’ on my evening news About how they’re losin’ billions and how it’s up to me and you To come running to the rescue Well pardon me if I don’t shed a tear ‘cause they’re selling make believe And we don’t buy that here Cause in the real world there shutting Detroit down While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets out of town/ And DC’s bailing out the bankers as the farmers auction ground, Yeah while they’re living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town, Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down. They’re shuttin’ Detroit down.” Well that old man’s been workin’ in that plant most all of his life Now his pension plan’s been cut in half and he can’t afford to die And it’s a crying shame, ‘cause he ain’t the one to blame When I look down and see his caloused hands, Let me tell you friend it gets me fightin’ mad Cause in the real world there shutting Detroit down While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets out of town/ And DC’s bailing out the bankers as the farmers auction ground, Yeah while they’re living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town, Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down. They’re shuttin’ Detroit down.” Yeah while there’ living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down In the real world they’re shuttin Detroit down, they’re shuttin’ Detroit down. Edited March 25, 2009 by TitsMcGee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted March 29, 2009 Report Share Posted March 29, 2009 Skinnny Love ~ Bon Iver It is the most beautiful song I have heard in a long time...... Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right in the moment this order's tall I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind In the morning i'll be with you But it will be a different "kind" I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines Come on skinny love what happened here Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Sullen load is full; so slow on the split I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was i? Now i'm breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TygerLili Posted March 30, 2009 Report Share Posted March 30, 2009 Love Like Winter-AFI Warn your warmth to turn away, Here it's December, Everyday. [small girlish echo:] I like that Press your lips to the sculptures, And surely you'll stay. [distant:] love like winter For of sugar and ice, I am made. I am made It's in the blood, It's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. He wanted love, I taste of blood. He bit my lip, and drank my war, From years before, from years before. She exhales vanilla lace, I barely dreamt her, yesterday. [echo:] yesterday Read the lines in the mirror through, The lipstick trace. Por siempre She said "It seems you're somewhere, far away" to his face. It's in the blood, It's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. She wanted love, I taste of blood. She bit my lip, and drank my war, From years before, from years before. Love Like Winter. Love Like Winter. Winter. Three, four It's in the blood, It's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. He wanted love, I taste of blood. He bit my lip, and drank my war, From years before, from years before. From years before. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted March 30, 2009 Report Share Posted March 30, 2009 Walking on Sunshine, 'cause I just got main floor tix to U2 in September!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev.Reverence Posted March 30, 2009 Report Share Posted March 30, 2009 Anarchy~KMFDM Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted March 31, 2009 Report Share Posted March 31, 2009 == VNV Nation - Epicentre == “I asked myself was I content With the world that I once cherished Did it bring me to this darkened place To contemplate my perfect future I will not stand nor utter words against This tide of hate Losing sight of what and who I was again I’m so sorry if these seething words I say Impress on you That I’ve become the anathema of my soul Chorus: I can’t say that you’re losing me I always tried to keep myself tied to this world Though I know where this is leading (Please) no tears no sympathy I can’t say that you’re losing me But I must be that which I am Though I know where this could take me No tears no sympathy Gracefully Respectfully Facing conflict deep inside myself But here confined Losing control of what I could not change Gracefully Respectfully I ask you please don’t worry Not for me Don’t turn your back Don’t turn away Chorus: I can’t say that you’re losing me I always tried to keep myself tied to this world Though I know where this is leading (Please) no tears no sympathy I can’t say that you’re losing me But I must be that which I am Though I know where this could take me No tears no sympathy No tears for me No sympathy No tears for me No sympathy Gracefully Respectfully I ask you please don’t worry Not for me Don’t turn your back Don’t turn away Chorus: I can’t say that you’re losing me I always tried to keep myself tied to this world Though I know where this is leading (Please) no tears no sympathy I can’t say that you’re losing me But I must be that which I am Though I know where this could take me No tears no sympathy No tears for me No sympathy No tears for me No sympathy Chorus: I can’t say that you’re losing me I always tried to keep myself tied to this world Though I know where this is leading (Please) no tears no sympathy I can’t say that you’re losing me But I must be that which I am Though I know where this could take me No tears no sympathy” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TitsMcGee Posted March 31, 2009 Report Share Posted March 31, 2009 There are no words...only video. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
taysteewonderbunny Posted March 31, 2009 Report Share Posted March 31, 2009 (edited) target="_blankI got some satisfaction from lifting up your dress A slap in the face is worth a hundred words When I open my eyes again I expect that you'll be gone But you always do what I expect I'm stopping everything, making fun of myself Drinking lipstick, tipping bookshelves Ripping up words that I thought were important - maybe that'll blow the window open Everything I say is a stupid lie. I won't tell the truth even when I die. I'll pick myself to pieces 'til the end of time, then I'll glue'em back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah. There's a story of a girl so sleepy, she could not be roused She was kissed by pigs and doctors all over the land The birds in the trees came down and landed in her hair They built a nest and the little birdies hatched it there Teach me something, rip out my hair Send me flying through the air Do something why don't you, fuck it, do something I'm so bored I sleep... Why don't you go out and talk some shit Stand up kick 'em all in the family jewels We'll watch them as their guts unfold Then we'll rob a 7-11 and hit the road I can be quiet or I can be loud Anything to make my daddy proud We'll take hostages make demands Set fire to all our best laid plans We'll assemble volatile explosive devices Sell them for exorbitant prices Purchase an aircraft learn to fly Run outta gas while we're in the sky Automatic pilot and x-ray spex We were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked Everything I say is a stupid lie. I won't tell the truth even when I die. I'll pick myself to pieces 'til the end of time, then I'll glue'em back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah. Edited March 31, 2009 by taysteewonderbunny Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted March 31, 2009 Report Share Posted March 31, 2009 Zappa Crab-Grass Baby: Stroke me pompadour, pompaduooor, pompaduooor, pompaduooor. Stroke me pompadour, father. Stroke it nicely while I tell you about the problems I am having with my car an my girlfriend. Ooo-wo-woo, the white man's burden! Her and her girlfriend used to go out and booze it up and tear up the upholstery; rip the seats completely out, and so I got a fifty-six Olds. About the time I got it running decently, she got in it and wrecked the trans . . . tore it completely up, so I had to get another Oldsmobile (either that or go to Tijuana or go to BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Land). It's so hard on a child when his car is fucked up. Buy me a Volvo, faaather. Harry-As-A-Boy: Isn't it terrific, artificial RHONDA! Crab-Grass Baby: One-Adam-Twelve . . . see the enormous white pompadour! Ha-Ha-ha-ho! That's a good one! Hoo-hoo-hoo. Harry-As-A-Boy: He's so young, and yet, SO WISE! Crab-Grass Baby: I pooped my pants, pooped my pants, pooped my pants! I went doody, faaather, sob-sob-sob-sob-sob. Harry-As-A-Boy: His vocabulary is astonishing! Crab-Grass Baby: So what if you suck a little cock every once in a while? Harry-As-A-Boy: Ohhh . . . I'm so lucky to have a son like this . . . Crab-Grass Baby: Barf me out . . . gag me with a Volvo! Harry-As-A-Boy: I can't wait to show him to all the fellas down at the MINE-SHAFT! Crab-Grass Baby: Take me to the movies. Buy me a balloon. Stroke me pompadour! Harry-As-A-Boy: Look! Look! Look at the pecker on him, wouldja! Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo! Hoo hoo hoo! Thing-Fish: Dis boy have a 'PROVLEM'! However, how 'bout a nice round of applause fo de three 'WISE MAMMIES', comin' atcha outa chute numba five! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 1, 2009 Report Share Posted April 1, 2009 This is perfect right now: Wrong by Depeche Mode: I was born with the wrong sign In the wrong house With the wrong ascendancy I took the wrong road That led to the wrong tendencies I was in the wrong place at the wrong time For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme On the wrong day of the wrong week I used the wrong method with the wrong technique Wrong Wrong There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently The wrong mix in the wrong genes I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means It was the wrong plan In the wrong hands With the wrong theory for the wrong man The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes The wrong questions with the wrong replies Wrong Wrong I was marching to the wrong drum With the wrong scum Pissing out the wrong energy Using all the wrong lines And the wrong signs With the wrong intensity I was on the wrong page of the wrong book With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook Made the wrong move, every wrong night With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah Wrong Wrong Too long Wrong I was born with the wrong sign In the wrong house With the wrong ascendancy I took the wrong road That led to the wrong tendencies I was in the wrong place at the wrong time For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme On the wrong day of the wrong week I used the wrong method with the wrong technique Wrong Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CixWicked Posted April 1, 2009 Report Share Posted April 1, 2009 Lies and Nightmares - Misconceived Teardrops fall effortlessly, from masks of pain and sorrow, falling upon hands that have no touch, no love and no feeling. I see light now, though the sun evades me, taunting, chasing, hunting. The other day I dreamed of you, while you walked and ran and jumped and played. I could only think of how terrible terrible sad this place was without you. Sleep is never what it used to be any more. When I'm hungry I can only think of one thing, who you are, and who I am, and why we are as we are and not as we should be. Discipline in the light of the dawning of truth and love and the things that makes the human heart trip-tick. Things to think about, huh? Perhaps it's better this way, you as you are, and me as I, but that is little solice for these hungry hands, and starving eyes. Life was simpler then, no worries about right and wrong, or how oysters taste in the hands of babes. It all made sense then. Sometimes I would walk, along the docks, or the streets, or wherever took my fancy, and I would watch the ice cold fires burning you. All of the people like you, in this coil of terrible terrible sad things like life and death. Well this is starting to make sense, and we cant have that. Grrr... "Wednesdays make me cry" you say and I don't know whether to believe you, and cry, or laugh and deny you. Some say my heart is cruel for what it won't feel, but yours does worse and it feels everything. Which of us does that make the true monster? I hunger for what I must have to live, and you seek only lies and bloodied hands to clense from our terrible terrible sad lives. The monster I am lest the monster I become. Things to thnk about, huh? "Wednesdays make me cry" you say and I don't know if I even care, or care to care. Listless and tired of waiting, I stalk out the night again, not for the same red cure-all from 5 lifetimes back, but for something else something more. You perhaps. Oh damn, this stupid thing is starting to make sense, and when that happens, we know the outcome. Hungry eyes, and starving hands, or something to that end. The fang is the perfect weapon rout to orgasmic release. Glistening black, and white with it's wonderfully smooth coolness. It gives to babes, and lambs, don't you know? The winter brings sharpness to my fangs, and I smile wicked beautiful things into the world, into dreams, into being. I see dancing specters who laugh at me as I hunt, because my prey is never warm, and forever yielding, still my fangs give release. You once tasted the blood long ago when we would dance. You swore you didn't like it and then asked for more. You are delicious doughnut. That made no sense, but that's ok, I like the freedom, and we both know that the blood makes you free. I wonder what I've done for you, what I've accepted. I call it my shackle, though I can't say that the bond holds me well. I still find ways around it, ways out, and I wonder at the whole meaning. Do you have a shackle that keeps you warm and wet at night? Do you still feel the tempest pleasure pain that you did then in those terrible terrible sad times? Do you feel any remorse for what I've done, where I've been and what... Shit, this is starting to make sense again. Hungry hands. And Starving eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunhee Posted April 1, 2009 Report Share Posted April 1, 2009 Non-Stop...... by Start Trouble its enough for you to want me and i feel love, inside my body after school i think i'll call you I've been rude ever since i saw you I'm sorry (chorus) I wanna fuck non-stop baby i think you're beautiful you got to tell your pops I'm cool and i'll be good to you I'll drop you off at your curfew It's true i wanna fuck non-stopbaby i think you're beautiful At the "y" you were in your g-string You were shy but you were easy I don't know why i waited so long Here I am.....I'll let you in on my secret. And after all the "get to know you's" there will be some other reason another feeling that draws me to you here we are...our bodies calling just hold on and take it all in Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freydis Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 The sharpest lives--My Chemical Romance Well it rains and it pours When you're out on your own If I crash on the couch Can I sleep in my clothes? 'Cause I've spent the night dancing I'm drunk, I suppose If it looks like I'm laughing I'm really just asking to leave This alone, you're in time for the show You're the one that I need I'm the one that you loathe You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose 'Cause I love all the poison Away with the boys in the band I've really been on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes? Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me A kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be In love with all of these vampires So you can leave like the sane abandoned me There's a place in the dark where the animals go You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo I've really been on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes? Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me A kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be In love with all of these vampires So you can leave like the sane abandoned me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Rayne Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 (edited) 100 in a 55 Pop Evil Turn back on the broken heartache Some things are just meant to be I still believe that we got a chance Still believe that we got a chance to be Too much is never enough and Too little is never enough Full speed got me looking out my rear view I can’t go back Chorus: Goin’ 100 in a 55 and I don’t know why I’m still alive but I Do what I can but I know I can’t take anymore I still believe in this rock and roll And I pray the music gonna save my soul But till then I still believe some things are just meant to be It's messed up but I got this mission Drunk again wont remember anyway She said it’s just a game boy Don’t be gone don’t be gone for long Ten years I’ve been doing this forever Its all I know baby please don’t turn away I know you don’t believe in me But I do believe in you Chorus Interlude: I’m still falling Away from here Away from here I’m still falling The wings are falling off I can’t go back I’m in too deep Chorus x 2 I still believe Some things are just meant to be Edited April 3, 2009 by Rayne Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 Front 242 : Stratoscape There's no returning There's no returning There is no action, no way to divide Silence is growing Silence is growing Out of refraction and way out of sight No clear recalling, no, no clear recalling There's no reaction, no way back to light Turn round and over, over and over Turn round and over My liquid time... My liquid time... Back to the place where you are... A new void... No more returning No more returning Feeling no others but we may be blind So long a waiting, so long a watching There must be something moving there in the dark No fear inside you, no, no fear inside you, no, There's no reaction, no way back to light There's no returning, see, there's no returning There is no action, no way to divide Something's approaching, something's approaching Ready to strike with every beat of your heart A new void... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 Plasticine~ Placebo Beauty lies inside the eye of another youthful dream That doesn't sell it's soul for self-esteem That's not plasticine Beauty lies inside desire and every wayward heart redeemed That doesn't sell it's soul for self-esteem That's not plasticine Don't forget to be the way you are [x4] The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem Don't be plasticine Don't forget to be the way you are [x4] And don't forget to be the way you are [x4] The way you are... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 Perfect Average by Haujobb alone among millions of single pieces of something complete fading in an upper floor exposed to a constant monotone consume belief in all the own opportunities confusion for all that clarity the only ecstasy too hard to resist the direction of my feet guidelines placed right to localize the line of least resistance so glad to touch a simulated paradise in order of appearance average beings burst out laughing merge in just one scream we're still waiting for the promised wings here so close to the sky far away from heaven here where gravitation allows to stand upright and never rest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 Eydea ~ Bottled Dreams Everyone knew she was a special young girl From her neighbors to her teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the way she could play the violin It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster This one just so happened to be her father See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playin touchy touch And tellin her to keep it hush It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust Fucked her head up, sayin if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us So she'd hide the desire to die But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin She was too young to even know why [Chorus] And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin 'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow' Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink I don't know why but the bottle always sinks She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks She made that violin sing with so much pain You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations What was once sweet and innocent Is now riding with the phsychotic father Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred Her instrument was a rolly tongue To express the infinite abuse in it's depths At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light She'd retreat to the same place she always did Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live [Chorus] Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long She lost the will to move on Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong Exausted, but stayin strong She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make nothing but sad songs Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles Sick of being daddy's little seceret She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand Just walk with herself, away from the hell Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help It was weeks before they found her dead body Some fisherman reeled it from the water like something from a detective novel Diagonosis: suicide, stemed from desperation Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freydis Posted April 3, 2009 Report Share Posted April 3, 2009 Abney Park Black Day I see the world with my eyes open I see the world through lidless eyes I see a world that is sick with self-loathing Nothing in the nothing to mystify Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil's softly singing through the thick of the fight I see the world in sinking depression I see the world in a stinking digression No chance for heaven we're already in hell And the devil's taking over at the ring of his bell Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil's softly singing through the thick of the fight I see the world with my eyes open I see the world through lidless eyes I see a world that is sick with self-loathing Nothing in the nothing to mystify Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil's softly singing through the thick of the fight I see the world in sinking depression I see the world in a stinking digression No chance for heaven we're already in hell And the devil's taking over at the ring of his bell Black day, Black night Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight Black day, Black night And the devil's softly singing through the thick of the fight I see the world?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Beetle Beercrash Posted April 3, 2009 Report Share Posted April 3, 2009 This song also describes me pretty well as being drunk at 5:30 on a work night... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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phee Posted April 3, 2009 Report Share Posted April 3, 2009 Falling To Pieces by Faith No More Back and forth, I sway with the wind Resolution slips away again Right through my fingers, back into my heart Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark Sometimes I think I'm blind Or I may be just paralyzed Because the plot thickens every day And the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin' away But I know, there's a picture beneath Indecision clouds my vision No one listens.... Because I'm somewhere in between My love and my agony You see, I'm somewhere in between My life is falling to pieces Somebody put me together Layin' face down on the ground My fingers in my ears to block the sound My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight Anticipating the end, losing the will to fight Droplets of "yes" and "no" In an ocean of "maybe" From the bottom, it looks like a steep incline From the top, another downhill slope of mine But I know, the equilibrium's there Indecision clouds my vision No one listens Because I'm somewhere in between My love and my agony You see, I'm somewhere in between My life is falling to pieces Somebody put me together Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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