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by System of a Down
Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, it's party time
And we all live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!
by System of a Down
Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, it's party time
And we all live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
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Stonehenge, where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge
Where a man is a man and the children dance to
the pipes of pan
Stonehenge
Tis a magic place where the moon doth rise
With a dragon's face
Stonehenge
Where the virgins lie
And the prayer of devils fill the midnight sky
And you my love, won't you take my hand
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there
I will show you how
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge
Where a man is a man and the children dance to
the pipes of pan
Stonehenge
Tis a magic place where the moon doth rise
With a dragon's face
Stonehenge
Where the virgins lie
And the prayer of devils fill the midnight sky
And you my love, won't you take my hand
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there
I will show you how
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
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BIG BOTTOM
The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on Monday
'Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mudflaps
My gal's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
OR
Listen to what the flower people say
Aahhh-
Listen, it's getting louder every day
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Aahhh-
Listen, it could be calling now for you
Chorus:
Flower people walk on by
Flower people don't you cry, it's not too late
It's not too late
Listen, it's like a Mozart symphony
Listen, it's something just for you and me
Listen, to what the flower people say
Aahhh- listen
It's getting truer every day
Aahhh.
The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on Monday
'Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mudflaps
My gal's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
OR
Listen to what the flower people say
Aahhh-
Listen, it's getting louder every day
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Aahhh-
Listen, it could be calling now for you
Chorus:
Flower people walk on by
Flower people don't you cry, it's not too late
It's not too late
Listen, it's like a Mozart symphony
Listen, it's something just for you and me
Listen, to what the flower people say
Aahhh- listen
It's getting truer every day
Aahhh.
What, are you gonna fuck me when I'm when dead?
[b]Turns out sex is messy[/b]. After good sex? Whew... all sorts of sticky funk goin' on. Girly fluids and cherry flavored love lube and spermicide and semen and saliva all over everything. It's like a rape kit exploded or something equally insane. Reeks like sweat and latex and lust. Damn, gettin' kinda turned on here.
[b]Turns out sex is messy[/b]. After good sex? Whew... all sorts of sticky funk goin' on. Girly fluids and cherry flavored love lube and spermicide and semen and saliva all over everything. It's like a rape kit exploded or something equally insane. Reeks like sweat and latex and lust. Damn, gettin' kinda turned on here.
Can never go wrong with the Tap
Gore Whore wrote:BIG BOTTOM
The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on Monday
'Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mudflaps
My gal's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
OR
Listen to what the flower people say
Aahhh-
Listen, it's getting louder every day
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Aahhh-
Listen, it could be calling now for you
Chorus:
Flower people walk on by
Flower people don't you cry, it's not too late
It's not too late
Listen, it's like a Mozart symphony
Listen, it's something just for you and me
Listen, to what the flower people say
Aahhh- listen
It's getting truer every day
Aahhh.
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Dickhole waste
Talk until your face falls off, then tell a story. Talk until you've talked enough, now crawl back inside your shelter - and bury blood...with bad examples, talk yourself a way out, and open up so I can shit inside your mouth (and keep you entertained for weeks) Open up so I can piss into your lungs, and keep you breathing (with my)
dickhole waste will keep you entertained
Grab a fork and open up. Clean your plate, and
wipe your face off when you're finished.
Talk until you've talked enough, now crawl back - go back -
where you've come from.
Let me shit inside your life. inside your heart. inside your mouth.
I'll keep you breathing.
-eric osborn 4/29/05
dickhole waste will keep you entertained
Grab a fork and open up. Clean your plate, and
wipe your face off when you're finished.
Talk until you've talked enough, now crawl back - go back -
where you've come from.
Let me shit inside your life. inside your heart. inside your mouth.
I'll keep you breathing.
-eric osborn 4/29/05
Fuck Earth.
Why is it I always get a sore neck when I hear these tunes?
I've stumbled around, sickly
and scattered.
Disgusted from every angle.
From every socket,
In every skull,
I'll distance myself from the perverse ideas society has for me.
-What's the purpose of the shattered?
-Where's the moral for the battered?
I've been sick and scattered
like this before.
Disgusted from every angle.
From every socket in every skull.
I'll distance myself from the perverse ideas society has
for me.
I've been outside of Earth
under the needle.
I've been under the gun
inside a tunnel.
Ready to Die.
and willing, I'm sure.
With each passing day, the pure pass away.
Willing to die.
-The perverse ideas society has-
You got in my head, but you've got it all wrong.
Gun in my hand
but you've got it all wrong.
I've suffered enough.
DrYhEavE wrote:Talk until your face falls off, then tell a story. Talk until you've talked enough, now crawl back inside your shelter - and bury blood...with bad examples, talk yourself a way out, and open up so I can shit inside your mouth (and keep you entertained for weeks) Open up so I can piss into your lungs, and keep you breathing (with my)
dickhole waste will keep you entertained
Grab a fork and open up. Clean your plate, and
wipe your face off when you're finished.
Talk until you've talked enough, now crawl back - go back -
where you've come from.
Let me shit inside your life. inside your heart. inside your mouth.
I'll keep you breathing.
-eric osborn 4/29/05
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives…
As evidence of times before,
in chapters long forgotten,
the rotting tomes of history are written by the victors
Empty words are staring back
as paragraphs of power
leave no traces of the toiler’s fate
(just one massacre too many-and none too late)
All glory comes from death,
desensitized in unreal fiction forms
Our leaders never die
-it’s the working poor that fight their wars
It is written?
It is rotten, their truth is dead and rotting
With decades passing and nothing changing, the hourglass grows empty again
Tunnel visions and career clowns, send ivory towers crumbling down
The pulse is fading, the axe is falling, another tragedy unfolds
The moral standard, the status quota, the carcasses of millions left in their wake
The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers
Will burn just like all empires that have come before
It is written? It is rotten, their truth is dead and rotting
500 Years Dead…
Cold and efficient they carry out their plan- indoctrinate the youth to the textbook wasteland
As patriots empowered, they coronate themselves, breed us on their lies, and then feed us to the wolves
As evidence of times before,
in chapters long forgotten,
the rotting tomes of history are written by the victors
Empty words are staring back
as paragraphs of power
leave no traces of the toiler’s fate
(just one massacre too many-and none too late)
All glory comes from death,
desensitized in unreal fiction forms
Our leaders never die
-it’s the working poor that fight their wars
It is written?
It is rotten, their truth is dead and rotting
With decades passing and nothing changing, the hourglass grows empty again
Tunnel visions and career clowns, send ivory towers crumbling down
The pulse is fading, the axe is falling, another tragedy unfolds
The moral standard, the status quota, the carcasses of millions left in their wake
The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers
Will burn just like all empires that have come before
It is written? It is rotten, their truth is dead and rotting
500 Years Dead…
Cold and efficient they carry out their plan- indoctrinate the youth to the textbook wasteland
As patriots empowered, they coronate themselves, breed us on their lies, and then feed us to the wolves
Take a picture, trick. I'm on a boat, bitch.
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(This song is particularly sad to listen to anymore. It was inspired from a time about 17 years ago when Neil Peart was on a Lake with his daughter observing the sky. It's about how when you see something amazing, it's always more special when someone else is there seeing it too. The "another pair of eyes" lyric in the song refers to his daughter....who died 8 years ago)
Rush - Chain Lightning (1989)
Energy is contagious
Enthusiasm spreads
Tides respond to lunar gravitation
Everything turns in synchronous relation
Laughter is infectious
Excitement goes to my head
Winds are stirred by planets in rotation
Sparks ignite and spread new information
Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate
Sun dogs fire on the horizon
Meteor rain stars across the night
This moment may be brief
But it can be so bright
Hope is epidemic
Optimism spreads
Bitterness breeds irritation
Ignorance breeds imitation
Sun dogs fire on the horizon
Meteor rain stars across the night
This moment may be brief
But it can be so bright
Reflected in another source of light
When the moment dies
The spark still flies
Reflected in another pair of eyes
Dreams are sometimes catching
Desire goes to my head
Love responds to your invitation
Love responds to imagination
Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate
Rush - Chain Lightning (1989)
Energy is contagious
Enthusiasm spreads
Tides respond to lunar gravitation
Everything turns in synchronous relation
Laughter is infectious
Excitement goes to my head
Winds are stirred by planets in rotation
Sparks ignite and spread new information
Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate
Sun dogs fire on the horizon
Meteor rain stars across the night
This moment may be brief
But it can be so bright
Hope is epidemic
Optimism spreads
Bitterness breeds irritation
Ignorance breeds imitation
Sun dogs fire on the horizon
Meteor rain stars across the night
This moment may be brief
But it can be so bright
Reflected in another source of light
When the moment dies
The spark still flies
Reflected in another pair of eyes
Dreams are sometimes catching
Desire goes to my head
Love responds to your invitation
Love responds to imagination
Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate
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Cigaro
by System of a Down
My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
It's got you screaming for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
My shit stinks much better than yours,
My shit stinks right down through the floor.
With a feeling so pure,
It's got you coming back for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
It's got you screaming back for more!
by System of a Down
My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
It's got you screaming for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
My shit stinks much better than yours,
My shit stinks right down through the floor.
With a feeling so pure,
It's got you coming back for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
It's got you screaming back for more!
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
I'm upper, upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody comes and comes again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure,
They're the balls that I like best.
And my balls are always bouncing,
To the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh, we have such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail
Crabs
Crayfish
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody comes and comes again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure,
They're the balls that I like best.
And my balls are always bouncing,
To the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh, we have such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail
Crabs
Crayfish
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Salsa flavored blues jivin' = r.c.'s best
Leave Well Enough Alone
(Robert Cray)
If you lose
It's because you showed your hand
Somebody called your bluff
I guess you didn't understand
I thought you learned your lesson
It's time for you to go home
Cause you don't know how
You don't know how to leave well enough alone
Crowded rooms
That's where you make your stand
Talking loud and jivin'
Trying to take the upper hand
I feel sorry for you, buddy
No one's pickin' up the phone
Cause you don't know how
You don't know how to leave well enough alone
Don't know how to do it...
On your own
That's where you've always been
Cause you're way too short on patience
Trying too hard to get ahead
You'd think you know by now,
The game you're playin' has gone cold
Cause you don't know how
You don't know how to leave well enough alone
Hey
Don't know how to do it..
(Robert Cray)
If you lose
It's because you showed your hand
Somebody called your bluff
I guess you didn't understand
I thought you learned your lesson
It's time for you to go home
Cause you don't know how
You don't know how to leave well enough alone
Crowded rooms
That's where you make your stand
Talking loud and jivin'
Trying to take the upper hand
I feel sorry for you, buddy
No one's pickin' up the phone
Cause you don't know how
You don't know how to leave well enough alone
Don't know how to do it...
On your own
That's where you've always been
Cause you're way too short on patience
Trying too hard to get ahead
You'd think you know by now,
The game you're playin' has gone cold
Cause you don't know how
You don't know how to leave well enough alone
Hey
Don't know how to do it..
Take a picture, trick. I'm on a boat, bitch.
Sloooooooaaan!!!
I know that I’m just a friend
Not what you call a relation
Wonder what they would say
Regarding this situation
Oh yeah
Looking forward ’til next time
I promise that I won’t drag my feet
Always looking for reasons
To walk on your street
Oh yeah
It’s been so long
It’s been so long
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together, it shows
I feel that I’m out of touch
Not very good at pretending
But when you sail in my path
I don’t know what I’m defending
Oh yeah
Looking forward ’til next time
I might as well just admit defeat
It’s the bridge to “Falling” I always repeat
Oh yeah
It’s been so long
It’s been so long
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together, it shows
It’s been so long
It feels like a false alarm
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together
It’s been so long
It feels like a false alarm
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together
It’s been so long
It feels like a false alarm
You think you’re on your own
I take that it shows
That something always happens
Whenever we’re together, it goes
-----------------------------------------
Time may flow over realizing goals that no one knows
And my friends - They'd never admit it though
Because they can block it out and continue to roll on
But me - I know
That everything's about to blow away
For real this time and no one's watching
All of my life I've dreamed about it
And now that it's gone I can't do without it
All of my life I've stood behind it
Like trying to hide The Great Wall of China
Flying above Heathrow
Never dreaming of the time or my dwindling cash flow
And I know - I never said
That a European climb isn't starving my ego
One thing - I know
Is that everything's about to blow away
For real this time and no one's watching
All of this time I'm wasting on it
Preparing to see what the others think of it
Keeping in mind I'm still above it
But not very high because I'm only hovering
All of my life I've stood behind it
Like trying to hide The Great Wall
-------------------------------------------
She was underwhelmed
If that's a word
I know it's not
'Cause I looked it up
That's one of those skills
That I learned in my school
I was overwhelmed
And I'm sure of that one
'Cause I learned it
Back in grade school
When I was young
She said, "You is funny"
I said, "You are funny"
She said, "Thank you"
And I said, "Never mind"
She rolled her eyes
Her beautiful eyes
The point is not the grammar
It's the feeling
That is certainly in my heart
But not in hers
But not in hers
But not in hers
But not in hers
But not in hers
We were talkin' about people
That eat meat
I felt like an ass
'Cause I was one
She said, "It's okay,"
But I felt like
I just ate my young
She is obviously a person
With a cause
I told her that I don't
Smoke or drink
She told me to loosen up
On the way to the L.C.
She skips her classes
And gets good grades
I go to my courses
Rain or shine
She's passin' her classes
While I attend mine
While I attend mine
While I attend mine
While I attend
She wrote out a story
About her life
I think it included
Something about me
I'm not sure of that
But I'm sure of one thing
Her spelling's atrocious
She told me to read
Between the lines
And tell her exactly
What I got out of it
I told her affection
Had two F's
Especially when you're dealing with me
I usually notice
All the little things
One time I was proud of it
She says it's annoying
She cursed me up and down
And rolled her R's
Her beautiful R's
She says I'm caught up
In triviality
All I really wanna know is
What she thinks of me
I think my love for her
Makes me miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
Not what you call a relation
Wonder what they would say
Regarding this situation
Oh yeah
Looking forward ’til next time
I promise that I won’t drag my feet
Always looking for reasons
To walk on your street
Oh yeah
It’s been so long
It’s been so long
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together, it shows
I feel that I’m out of touch
Not very good at pretending
But when you sail in my path
I don’t know what I’m defending
Oh yeah
Looking forward ’til next time
I might as well just admit defeat
It’s the bridge to “Falling” I always repeat
Oh yeah
It’s been so long
It’s been so long
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together, it shows
It’s been so long
It feels like a false alarm
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together
It’s been so long
It feels like a false alarm
You think you’re on your own
Just taking it slow
But something always happens
Whenever we’re together
It’s been so long
It feels like a false alarm
You think you’re on your own
I take that it shows
That something always happens
Whenever we’re together, it goes
-----------------------------------------
Time may flow over realizing goals that no one knows
And my friends - They'd never admit it though
Because they can block it out and continue to roll on
But me - I know
That everything's about to blow away
For real this time and no one's watching
All of my life I've dreamed about it
And now that it's gone I can't do without it
All of my life I've stood behind it
Like trying to hide The Great Wall of China
Flying above Heathrow
Never dreaming of the time or my dwindling cash flow
And I know - I never said
That a European climb isn't starving my ego
One thing - I know
Is that everything's about to blow away
For real this time and no one's watching
All of this time I'm wasting on it
Preparing to see what the others think of it
Keeping in mind I'm still above it
But not very high because I'm only hovering
All of my life I've stood behind it
Like trying to hide The Great Wall
-------------------------------------------
She was underwhelmed
If that's a word
I know it's not
'Cause I looked it up
That's one of those skills
That I learned in my school
I was overwhelmed
And I'm sure of that one
'Cause I learned it
Back in grade school
When I was young
She said, "You is funny"
I said, "You are funny"
She said, "Thank you"
And I said, "Never mind"
She rolled her eyes
Her beautiful eyes
The point is not the grammar
It's the feeling
That is certainly in my heart
But not in hers
But not in hers
But not in hers
But not in hers
But not in hers
We were talkin' about people
That eat meat
I felt like an ass
'Cause I was one
She said, "It's okay,"
But I felt like
I just ate my young
She is obviously a person
With a cause
I told her that I don't
Smoke or drink
She told me to loosen up
On the way to the L.C.
She skips her classes
And gets good grades
I go to my courses
Rain or shine
She's passin' her classes
While I attend mine
While I attend mine
While I attend mine
While I attend
She wrote out a story
About her life
I think it included
Something about me
I'm not sure of that
But I'm sure of one thing
Her spelling's atrocious
She told me to read
Between the lines
And tell her exactly
What I got out of it
I told her affection
Had two F's
Especially when you're dealing with me
I usually notice
All the little things
One time I was proud of it
She says it's annoying
She cursed me up and down
And rolled her R's
Her beautiful R's
She says I'm caught up
In triviality
All I really wanna know is
What she thinks of me
I think my love for her
Makes me miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
I miss the point
There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats.
- - - Albert Schweitzer
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- - - Albert Schweitzer
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Spiders
by System of a Down
The piercing radiant moon,
The storming of poor june,
All the life running through her hair,
Approaching guiding light,
Our shallow years in fright,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, awake,
Your lives are open wide,
The v-chip gives them sight,
All the life running through her hair,
The spiders all in tune,
The evening of the moon,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, awake
Through my head,
Before you know,
Before you know I will be waiting all awake,
Dreams are made winding through her hair,
Dreams are made winding through her hair.
by System of a Down
The piercing radiant moon,
The storming of poor june,
All the life running through her hair,
Approaching guiding light,
Our shallow years in fright,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, awake,
Your lives are open wide,
The v-chip gives them sight,
All the life running through her hair,
The spiders all in tune,
The evening of the moon,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, awake
Through my head,
Before you know,
Before you know I will be waiting all awake,
Dreams are made winding through her hair,
Dreams are made winding through her hair.
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
Bruce Springsteen - "The Nothing Man"
I don't know how I felt
I never thought I'd live
To read about myself
In my hometown paper
How my brave young life
Was forever changed
In a misty cloud
Of pink vapor
Darling give me your kiss
Come here, take my hand
I am the nothing man
Around here
Everyone acts the same
Around here
Everyone acts like nothing's changed
Friday night
Club meets at Al's Barbeque
The sky is still
The same unbelievable blue
Darling give me your kiss
I pray you understand
I am the nothing man
You can call me Joe
Buy me a drink and shake my hand
You want courage
I'll show you courage you can understand
Pearl and silver
Resting on my night table
It's just me, Lord
I pray that I'm able
Darling give me your kiss
Come here, take my hand
I am the Nothing Man
I never thought I'd live
To read about myself
In my hometown paper
How my brave young life
Was forever changed
In a misty cloud
Of pink vapor
Darling give me your kiss
Come here, take my hand
I am the nothing man
Around here
Everyone acts the same
Around here
Everyone acts like nothing's changed
Friday night
Club meets at Al's Barbeque
The sky is still
The same unbelievable blue
Darling give me your kiss
I pray you understand
I am the nothing man
You can call me Joe
Buy me a drink and shake my hand
You want courage
I'll show you courage you can understand
Pearl and silver
Resting on my night table
It's just me, Lord
I pray that I'm able
Darling give me your kiss
Come here, take my hand
I am the Nothing Man
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sickness...
Gorguts - Dormant Misery
Deep inside
Beyond all conceptions
Unconsciousness hides
A comatose existence
As your mind falls asleep
A second life is awakening
Far beyond imagination
The world of dream is where...
Your second soul will perish... Endlessly
Lands which no one's seen before... Dark as hell
There, alone, you are in this vault of fear
In imagination, time does not exist
'Till the end you'll bear this dormant misery
This dormant misery
As you were opening your eyes
Your soul reinstates in consciousness
Reinstates in consciousness
Once the shades of reality disappear
In the shades of mortality they reappear
Far beyond
Dark imagination
Unconsciousness hides
A comatose existence
Next time when you fall asleep in your bed
Stiff and cold you'll be... dreaming with the dead
Deep inside
Beyond all conceptions
Unconsciousness hides
A comatose existence
As your mind falls asleep
A second life is awakening
Far beyond imagination
The world of dream is where...
Your second soul will perish... Endlessly
Lands which no one's seen before... Dark as hell
There, alone, you are in this vault of fear
In imagination, time does not exist
'Till the end you'll bear this dormant misery
This dormant misery
As you were opening your eyes
Your soul reinstates in consciousness
Reinstates in consciousness
Once the shades of reality disappear
In the shades of mortality they reappear
Far beyond
Dark imagination
Unconsciousness hides
A comatose existence
Next time when you fall asleep in your bed
Stiff and cold you'll be... dreaming with the dead
Take a picture, trick. I'm on a boat, bitch.
thank you Sloan!
Hey, you've shed your reputation
Now, deny your compensation
So put the pardon in me
It pays to tell me I'm forgiven
Raise the standard, stop reliving
Don't worry that anyone won't want you to
'Cause nobody likes a quitter
I need a list of all the ways to get even
If I'm going to keep track of them
I'll need to list off the number of reasons
Why I'm turning my back on them
Suppose they close the door
Suppose they close it for good
Don't worry that anyone won't want you to
Eye for an eye is no way to get even
When you think that fair is square
You can be forgiven
I will not forget
There are times I wonder why
That you should forgive
I fantasize that you can hit them
Right where they live
Don't worry that anyone won't want you to
'Cause nobody knows
I made a list of all the ways to get even
If I'm gonna get back at them
I made the list up and you made it, I'm teasing
But it's hard to keep track
When you're watching your back
But I gotta get back at them
Suppose they close the door
Suppose they close it for good
Gonna put you on and on and on and on and on
Now, deny your compensation
So put the pardon in me
It pays to tell me I'm forgiven
Raise the standard, stop reliving
Don't worry that anyone won't want you to
'Cause nobody likes a quitter
I need a list of all the ways to get even
If I'm going to keep track of them
I'll need to list off the number of reasons
Why I'm turning my back on them
Suppose they close the door
Suppose they close it for good
Don't worry that anyone won't want you to
Eye for an eye is no way to get even
When you think that fair is square
You can be forgiven
I will not forget
There are times I wonder why
That you should forgive
I fantasize that you can hit them
Right where they live
Don't worry that anyone won't want you to
'Cause nobody knows
I made a list of all the ways to get even
If I'm gonna get back at them
I made the list up and you made it, I'm teasing
But it's hard to keep track
When you're watching your back
But I gotta get back at them
Suppose they close the door
Suppose they close it for good
Gonna put you on and on and on and on and on
There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats.
- - - Albert Schweitzer
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- - - Albert Schweitzer
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more sloan
Said you'd found a way to end it peacefully
I remember finding shoes near the lake under a tree
And I'm sittin' on the shore
I thought I saw your charm float by
It doesn't matter now
'Cause all you wanted to do was die
If only you'd stuck around
I never would have made a sound
But now you're on the ocean floor
And I've opened a brand new door
Brand new door
Swimming out to sea
Trying to find something else
While I'm skipping stones
And I'm listening to the shells
And I won't forget you
If someone else comes along
I found the words you wrote
But I would not dare to quote
My friends, the lines you amend
Like "What's so bad about dying anyway"
Swimming out to sea
Trying to find something else
While I'm skipping stones
And I'm listening to the shells
And I won't forget you
If someone else comes along
You'll always come to mind
Whenever I hear that song
The one about photographs
Sung by Ringo Starr
Especially in the chorus part
You always said, "Now don't you start"
Don't you start, yeah yeah
Don't you start
Don't you start
I remember finding shoes near the lake under a tree
And I'm sittin' on the shore
I thought I saw your charm float by
It doesn't matter now
'Cause all you wanted to do was die
If only you'd stuck around
I never would have made a sound
But now you're on the ocean floor
And I've opened a brand new door
Brand new door
Swimming out to sea
Trying to find something else
While I'm skipping stones
And I'm listening to the shells
And I won't forget you
If someone else comes along
I found the words you wrote
But I would not dare to quote
My friends, the lines you amend
Like "What's so bad about dying anyway"
Swimming out to sea
Trying to find something else
While I'm skipping stones
And I'm listening to the shells
And I won't forget you
If someone else comes along
You'll always come to mind
Whenever I hear that song
The one about photographs
Sung by Ringo Starr
Especially in the chorus part
You always said, "Now don't you start"
Don't you start, yeah yeah
Don't you start
Don't you start
There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats.
- - - Albert Schweitzer
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- - - Albert Schweitzer
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#1 jukebox song I play when I'm in a small town hick bar playin pool
Elvis (The King!) Presley - In The Ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
Take a picture, trick. I'm on a boat, bitch.
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Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing
by Chris Isaak
Baby did a bad bad thing baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing baby did a bad bad thing.
You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so.
You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I wanna hope so.
You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch her walk away?
Baby did a bad bad thing baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing, feel like crying, feel like crying.
You ever toss and turn your lying awake and thinking about the one you love?
I don't think so.
You ever close your eyes your making believe your holding the one your dreaming of?
Well if you say so.
It hurts so bad when you finally know just how low, low, low, low, low, she'll go.
Baby did a bad bad thing, baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing, feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh. Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh, feel like crying, feel like crying.
Baby did a bad bad thing, baby did a bad bad thing
by Chris Isaak
Baby did a bad bad thing baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing baby did a bad bad thing.
You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so.
You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I wanna hope so.
You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch her walk away?
Baby did a bad bad thing baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing, feel like crying, feel like crying.
You ever toss and turn your lying awake and thinking about the one you love?
I don't think so.
You ever close your eyes your making believe your holding the one your dreaming of?
Well if you say so.
It hurts so bad when you finally know just how low, low, low, low, low, she'll go.
Baby did a bad bad thing, baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing, feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh. Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh, feel like crying, feel like crying.
Baby did a bad bad thing, baby did a bad bad thing
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Mmm Mmm...I don't know...Mmm Mmm...Mmm Mmm
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
So...
(Gutiar solo)
I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I´ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
I'm getting older too
So, take this love, take it down
Oh if you climb a mountain and you turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring you down
Well well, the landslide will bring you down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Mmm Mmm...I don't know...Mmm Mmm...Mmm Mmm
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
So...
(Gutiar solo)
I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I´ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
I'm getting older too
So, take this love, take it down
Oh if you climb a mountain and you turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring you down
Well well, the landslide will bring you down
[b][color=RoyalBlue][font=Courier New]Never go to excess, but let moderation be your guide. -Cicero[/font] [/color] [/b]
[color=LightBlue][b]I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I'm not
[/b][/color]
[color=Navy][font=Impact]In the end everything we do is just everything we've done.[/font] [/color]
[color=LightBlue][b]I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I'm not
[/b][/color]
[color=Navy][font=Impact]In the end everything we do is just everything we've done.[/font] [/color]
Immolation - Close To A World Below
Silent is the storm that awaits
As our crumbling world starts to give way
Falling around us a new kingdom rises
billions of souls sinking and sinking
The flames from below dance at our feet
Soon to rise up and carry us through
The burning gates ablaze in glory
Marvel at the fall of man
Glorious flames...Rise above
Show us pain...and cleanse our world
Our selfish eyes see no wrong
Closer and closer to God we believe
But farther and farther from grace we'll fall
Closer and closer to our kingdom of fire
Comfort us with words of hope
We stare into the coming dark
Blanket us with eternal night
The sweetness of death upon our lips
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below
A world of hate...A world of pain
A world too blind to see
A world of judgments ...A world of sadness
A world void of truth
A world of the power mad...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of greed
A world with no hope
Bastard son, you spread your arms to save us from ourselves
This weak attempt has failed us so, just like your fabled father above
This shadow you've cast upon our world still conceals the light
So pick a God, for there's no one left that can save us from our end
We'll beg for life
We'll beg for forgiveness
We'll beg for pity
We'll beg to be closer to God
Foolish souls will never see
The closer to God the closer to our end
For Christ can't undo this sorrow and pain
For when he died his soul went below
Glorious flames...Come us all
Bring us closer...To a God Below
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below
As our crumbling world starts to give way
Falling around us a new kingdom rises
billions of souls sinking and sinking
The flames from below dance at our feet
Soon to rise up and carry us through
The burning gates ablaze in glory
Marvel at the fall of man
Glorious flames...Rise above
Show us pain...and cleanse our world
Our selfish eyes see no wrong
Closer and closer to God we believe
But farther and farther from grace we'll fall
Closer and closer to our kingdom of fire
Comfort us with words of hope
We stare into the coming dark
Blanket us with eternal night
The sweetness of death upon our lips
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below
A world of hate...A world of pain
A world too blind to see
A world of judgments ...A world of sadness
A world void of truth
A world of the power mad...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of greed
A world with no hope
Bastard son, you spread your arms to save us from ourselves
This weak attempt has failed us so, just like your fabled father above
This shadow you've cast upon our world still conceals the light
So pick a God, for there's no one left that can save us from our end
We'll beg for life
We'll beg for forgiveness
We'll beg for pity
We'll beg to be closer to God
Foolish souls will never see
The closer to God the closer to our end
For Christ can't undo this sorrow and pain
For when he died his soul went below
Glorious flames...Come us all
Bring us closer...To a God Below
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below
Take a picture, trick. I'm on a boat, bitch.
You jump in front of my car when you,
You know all the time that
Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive
You tell me it’s alright, you don’t mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a ride
You’re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don’t need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I’m tryin’ to get on the other side of town
I’m not the only soul who’s accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin’ can’t you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead
You’re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don’t need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I got better things on the other side of town
You know all the time that
Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive
You tell me it’s alright, you don’t mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a ride
You’re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don’t need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I’m tryin’ to get on the other side of town
I’m not the only soul who’s accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin’ can’t you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead
You’re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don’t need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I got better things on the other side of town
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].
WWMKD?
[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]
RIP Mr. Reed :whine:
- Jenzy
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Oh Daddy
by Christine Mcvie.
Oh daddy,
You know you make me cry,
How can you love me,
I don’t understand why.
Oh daddy,
If I can make you see,
If there’s been a fool around,
It’s got to be me.
Oh daddy,
You soothe me with your smile,
You’re letting me know,
You’re the best thing in my life.
Oh daddy,
If I can make you see,
If there’s been a fool around,
It’s got to be me.
Yes, it's got to be me.
Why are you right when I’m so wrong,
I’m so weak but you’re so strong,
Everything you do is just alright,
And I can’t walk away from you, baby
If I tried.
by Christine Mcvie.
Oh daddy,
You know you make me cry,
How can you love me,
I don’t understand why.
Oh daddy,
If I can make you see,
If there’s been a fool around,
It’s got to be me.
Oh daddy,
You soothe me with your smile,
You’re letting me know,
You’re the best thing in my life.
Oh daddy,
If I can make you see,
If there’s been a fool around,
It’s got to be me.
Yes, it's got to be me.
Why are you right when I’m so wrong,
I’m so weak but you’re so strong,
Everything you do is just alright,
And I can’t walk away from you, baby
If I tried.
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
- Jenzy
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Love Song
by The Cure
Whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am home again
whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am young again
whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
by The Cure
Whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am home again
whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am young again
whenever I’m alone with you
you make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]
~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]