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"Sh*t, id be f*ckin' scared if us were opening for...us"
-Dave Grohl on why the Red Hot Chili Peppers only let the Foos play a 45 minute set when they toured together
"baby, i wish you were my baby,
ill make u make a baby,
let's make electric power,
in fear u should not cower,
cuz girl i will protect u,
i promise not to sex u,
and IiiiiIiiiiIiiiiiiIiiiiiIiiiiii...." - Dudez a Plenti
"all by myself
cause I don’t want to drag you down, hold you down
cause you’re a friend
i blame myself
i guess you think it’s funny now, funny now
it's such a shame..."
-Feeder - Just a Day
I am still awesome.........................................................................................seriously.
-Dave Grohl on why the Red Hot Chili Peppers only let the Foos play a 45 minute set when they toured together
"baby, i wish you were my baby,
ill make u make a baby,
let's make electric power,
in fear u should not cower,
cuz girl i will protect u,
i promise not to sex u,
and IiiiiIiiiiIiiiiiiIiiiiiIiiiiii...." - Dudez a Plenti
"all by myself
cause I don’t want to drag you down, hold you down
cause you’re a friend
i blame myself
i guess you think it’s funny now, funny now
it's such a shame..."
-Feeder - Just a Day
I am still awesome.........................................................................................seriously.
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This thread is relatively old, I couldn't let it end with no response on the last lyrics posted though.
Tool - The Grudge
None the less...
If anyone wants to keep this going..
They are racing to a prison
They will never leave
Worshipping a system
I just don't believe
I could stay right here
And never ever leave
What else do I need
Tool - The Grudge
None the less...
If anyone wants to keep this going..
They are racing to a prison
They will never leave
Worshipping a system
I just don't believe
I could stay right here
And never ever leave
What else do I need
Last edited by fixation on 9/3/2002, 12:07 am, edited 1 time in total.
"I am awake only in what I love and desire to the point of terror-- everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptillian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship and useless pain" -- Hakim Bey
Vast - What else do I need
Here's a hard one:
Well it's been a long morning
I've been sucking back rum collins mixed
and cleaning products from a bottle
Watching kids roller skate through my rear view mirror
When I got home I was greeted by an echo
Well the station wagon was in a bad need for a drink and so was I
Decided to settle into my monkey shit brown
lazy boy for a long canotonic feed of the ethic adult channel
I was awaken for my bliss with a strong desire
to slop up from a cold wanton in a corner booth somewhere
With that filthy way to pass
Just everyday has an end
The night became my lover, my secret lover
I was drawn off by a sound in a distance
Was a carnival of source
Something under the big top
The sweet sweet sounds filled the air
was jazz, but in a creepy kind of way
I've got the need to surround myself with the erotic midgets
The kind that used to work in the Australian pub circuit
before sports wagering became a vice
A vice that there's no kind of patch to cure
It was hard for me to figure out the lyrics, but if you know the song, you should know the answer.
[Edit]double checked lyrics
Here's a hard one:
Well it's been a long morning
I've been sucking back rum collins mixed
and cleaning products from a bottle
Watching kids roller skate through my rear view mirror
When I got home I was greeted by an echo
Well the station wagon was in a bad need for a drink and so was I
Decided to settle into my monkey shit brown
lazy boy for a long canotonic feed of the ethic adult channel
I was awaken for my bliss with a strong desire
to slop up from a cold wanton in a corner booth somewhere
With that filthy way to pass
Just everyday has an end
The night became my lover, my secret lover
I was drawn off by a sound in a distance
Was a carnival of source
Something under the big top
The sweet sweet sounds filled the air
was jazz, but in a creepy kind of way
I've got the need to surround myself with the erotic midgets
The kind that used to work in the Australian pub circuit
before sports wagering became a vice
A vice that there's no kind of patch to cure
It was hard for me to figure out the lyrics, but if you know the song, you should know the answer.
[Edit]double checked lyrics
Al's emails put a smile on my face, even though all they say is "You've got a private message!"
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That is from the live version of "The Future Is X-Rated" by Matthew Good. The way the voice says "The night became my lover, my secret lover" cracks me up every time!
Here we go:
"Son, what are you doing?
You learned a hard lesson
When you stood by the water
You and I were so full of love and hope
Would you give it all up now?
Would you give in just to spite them all?"
Here we go:
"Son, what are you doing?
You learned a hard lesson
When you stood by the water
You and I were so full of love and hope
Would you give it all up now?
Would you give in just to spite them all?"
picturize the nights and days you close the book and float away and somehow in between you gotta master lying to yourself you max your cards get out of school you get a job your job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else
defying_gravity wrote:"Son, what are you doing?
You learned a hard lesson
When you stood by the water
You and I were so full of love and hope
Would you give it all up now?
Would you give in just to spite them all?"
Doves, Caught By the River
"And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black.
Tattooed all I see. All that I am. All I'll be. Yeah."
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<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black.
Tattooed all I see. All that I am. All I'll be. Yeah.
Pearl Jam - Black
don't look, don't look
the shadows breathe
whispering me away from you
don't wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling, adored, toussled bird-mad girl.
"I am awake only in what I love and desire to the point of terror-- everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptillian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship and useless pain" -- Hakim Bey
fixation wrote:
don't look, don't look
the shadows breathe
whispering me away from you
don't wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling, adored, toussled bird-mad girl.
The Cure - Burn
"Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw it on the fire
Throw it on the fire
Throw it on the
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles skwrking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money run
Take the money run
Take the money."
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<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
Radiohead- Idioteque... I love that song name. Bah I can't think of any songs.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
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I'll throw a song in here for ya Emily.
it's been a long time since I've been close to you
it's been a long time since I've been sad
it's been awhile since I've really spent time with you,
wish I could take back the times that I had.
the only thing that you ever really did for me
is make me oh so miserable
and the hope that I never see your face again
is anything but questionable
I hope this is goodbye
it's been a long time since I've been close to you
it's been a long time since I've been sad
it's been awhile since I've really spent time with you,
wish I could take back the times that I had.
the only thing that you ever really did for me
is make me oh so miserable
and the hope that I never see your face again
is anything but questionable
I hope this is goodbye
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
bah
jaked on green beers
i am a patient boy
i wait i wait i wait i wait
my time's water down the drain
everybody move it everbody move it everybody move it move it move it move it
please don't leave me to remain
jaked on green beers
i am a patient boy
i wait i wait i wait i wait
my time's water down the drain
everybody move it everbody move it everybody move it move it move it move it
please don't leave me to remain
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
Fugazi, "Waiting Room"
"Muhammad my friend.
I'm getting very scared.
Teach me how to love
My brother who don't know the law.
And what about the deal
on the flying trapeze.
Got peanut butter hand.
But honey do drop in at the
Dew Drop Inn."
"Muhammad my friend.
I'm getting very scared.
Teach me how to love
My brother who don't know the law.
And what about the deal
on the flying trapeze.
Got peanut butter hand.
But honey do drop in at the
Dew Drop Inn."
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<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
Tool, "Muhammad My Friend"
"I saw your eyes,
And you made me smile;
For a little while
I was falling in love.
I saw your eyes,
And you touched my mind.
Although it took a while,
I was falling in love.
I saw your eyes,
And you made me cry;
And for a little while
I was falling in love."
"I saw your eyes,
And you made me smile;
For a little while
I was falling in love.
I saw your eyes,
And you touched my mind.
Although it took a while,
I was falling in love.
I saw your eyes,
And you made me cry;
And for a little while
I was falling in love."
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
Shorteegrrl588 wrote:Tool, "Muhammad My Friend"
"I saw your eyes,
And you made me smile;
For a little while
I was falling in love.
I saw your eyes,
And you touched my mind.
Although it took a while,
I was falling in love.
I saw your eyes,
And you made me cry;
And for a little while
I was falling in love."
Actually, Tori Amos, "Muhammad My Friend."
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<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
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A Flock of Seagulls - Space Age Love Song
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistence
The tension is here
Between who you are and you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
(and try listening to this song once you find it!!!)
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistence
The tension is here
Between who you are and you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
(and try listening to this song once you find it!!!)
Switchfoot, "Dare You To Move."
"And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too."
"And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too."
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<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
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wow... i don't think anyone's gonna get that one ^
here's another... i hope this is a little easier
something's on my mind
it's been for quite some time
this time i'm on to you
so where's the other face
the face i heard before
your head trip's boring me
let's nuke the bridge we've torched 2000 times before
this time we'll blast it all to hell
i've had this burning in my guts now for so long
my belly's aching now to say
stuck down in a rut
of dislogic and smut
a side of you well hid
when it's all said and done
it's real and it's been fun
but was it all real fun?
here's another... i hope this is a little easier
something's on my mind
it's been for quite some time
this time i'm on to you
so where's the other face
the face i heard before
your head trip's boring me
let's nuke the bridge we've torched 2000 times before
this time we'll blast it all to hell
i've had this burning in my guts now for so long
my belly's aching now to say
stuck down in a rut
of dislogic and smut
a side of you well hid
when it's all said and done
it's real and it's been fun
but was it all real fun?
awkward is the new cool
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Endymion's was: Tool - Disgustipated
Happenin Fish's was: F.O.D. - Greenday
Here's one:
Looking back in time
Through verses set into nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains and the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
how near, how far, how lost they are
I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
Happenin Fish's was: F.O.D. - Greenday
Here's one:
Looking back in time
Through verses set into nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains and the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
how near, how far, how lost they are
I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry