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| He doesn't look a thing like Jesus | Some Crap About the Furniture -- Play Radio Play You were the best thing summer gave me Better than silence and no school No cufew and no rules I was the last thing you expected To become part of your life To become part of your life So sing This song While you drive home, baby You drive home, baby I will sing Along From another country Another country and Do do Goes the telephone While the plane and the trains won't let me go Oh no Pass the world and I will go there And when the pollination starts In the springtime, baby The springtime, baby Can you map out all the parks If you find time, baby I'll find time baby and I have nothing to say other than I love you and I'll stay if you want me If you let me I will go And if you let me I will go So sing This song While you drive home, baby You drive home, baby I will sing Along From another country Another country and Do do Goes the telephone While the plane and the trains won't let me go Oh no Pass the world and I will go there If I admit that I was wrong In the right tone, baby The right tone, baby And pretend that I belong In the same room maybe The same room maybe and I have nothing to say about this I love you and I'll stay if you want it If you let me I will go And If you let me I will go You were the best thing summer gave me So sing This song While you drive home, baby You drive home, baby I will sing Along From another country Another country and Do do Goes the telephone While the plane and the trains won't let me go Oh no Pass the world and I will go there So sing This song While you drive home baby You drive home baby I will sing Along From another country Another country Oh no |
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| | #17 |
| Days of Ruin Join Date: May 2006 Location: Jylland Age: 16 Posts: 6,484
Rep Power: 11 ![]() ![]() Level: 26 EXP: | Big Yellow Taxi-The Counting Crows They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them No, no, no, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples, Leave me the birds and the bees - please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey now, they've paved paradise to put up a parking lot Why not? Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing, And a big yellow taxi took my girl away Now don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey now now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise to put up a parking lot Why not, they paved paradise They put up a parking lot Hey hey hey, paved paradise and put up a parking lot I don't wanna give it Why you wanna give it Why you wanna givin it all away Hey, hey, hey Now you wanna give it I should wanna give it Cuz you're givin it all away, no no I don't wanna give it Why you wanna give it Why you wanna givin it all away Cuz you're givin it all givin it all away yeah yeah Cuz You're givin it all away hey, hey, hey Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot la,la, la, la, la, la, la ,la ,la ,la ,la Paved paradise, and put up a parking lot |
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| | #18 |
| Like is nothing; Love is Everything Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Where the road takes me Age: 16 Posts: 3,334
Rep Power: 7 ![]() Level: 24 EXP: | Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria You could have been all I wanted, But you weren't honest, Now get in the ground. You choked off the short list of favors, But if you really loved me, You would have endured my will. Well if you're just as I presumed. A whore in sheep's clothing, Fucking up all I do, And if it's here we stop, Then never again, Will you see this in your life? Hang on to the glory at my right hand, Here laid to rest, is our love ever longed? With truth on the shores of compassion. You seem to take premise to all of these, songs. You stormed off to scar the armada, Like Jesus plaged Niger, I'll drill through your hands. The stone for the curse, you have blamed me. To never less wonder...happy will I become. Hang on to the glory at my right hand, Here laid to rest is our love ever longed? With truth on the shores of compassion. You seem to take premise to all of these, songs. One last kiss for you, One more wish to you, Please make up your mind girl... I'd do anything for you. One last kiss for you, One more wish to you, Please make up your mind girl... Before I hope you die! Oooooohhhhhh |
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| | #19 |
| Dual Wielder | Heart in the Hand of the Matter by ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead Ride the apocalypse Coming through the city side Fallen angel no need to hide All bodies collide and fate decides Where vengeance hits Where our love will fit I can't find your face I can't see a trace In a world coming to a close I'm so damned, I can't win With my heart in my hands again Take your hurt, a muse of sin With my heart in my hands again And this is where it began Shot through a shattered lens And there is virtue in loneliness In vacant lots and florescent malls In one room coffins and crowded halls There is nothing to be done We have lost all control I walk in the shadows of your tortured realm I'm so damned, I can't win With heart in my hands again Take your hurt, a muse of sin Passing glance forgotten Reason to doubt So pry your eyes From a film that never ends I'm so damned, I can't win With my heart in my hands again. Ride the apocalypse Coming through the city side There is nowhere to hide Ride the apocalypse Fallen angel no need to hide |
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| | #20 |
| EPIC FLAIL. | Lyrics to Handlebars by Flotbots I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars Look at me, look at me hands in the air like it's good to be ALIVE and I'm a famous rapper even when the paths're all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cuz, look: I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be ALIVE In such a small world All curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business And I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone I can split the atoms of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let'em all die in exasperation Have'em all healed of their lacerations Have'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite and I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope and I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handle bars No handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars |
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| | #21 | |
| Dial 'M' for 'Motherfucker' | Quote:
Didn't know you were a ToD fan. I have a blistering hard on for them, just so you know. | |
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| | #22 |
| Dual Wielder | I love TOD. Glad to know there's a fellow fan here myself. The Doors - The End This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end Ill never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand In a...desperate land Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah Theres danger on the edge of town Ride the kings highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and well do the rest The blue bus is callin us The blue bus is callin us Driver, where you taken us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...i want to...fuck you Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin a blue rock On a blue bus Doin a blue rock Cmon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But youll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die |
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| | #23 |
| Custom User Title | I have a song in mind, but I'm afraid that I'll get banned for posting the lyrics. It's extremely sexual. |
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| | #24 | |
| Act I, Scene IV: Beyond This Life | Quote:
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| | #25 |
| Dial 'M' for 'Motherfucker' | |
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| | #26 | |
| RIP=RELEASE | Quote:
Ricochet by Shiny Toy Guns Welcome back to Where I'm gonna to have you shell shock - fall back every one I see through. Watch your head spin like a mesocyclone bouncing off the walls now there's nowhere to run Like a bullet, meant to be shot You're the target Dead on the spot When I focus, I never miss It starts with a kiss She ricochets and you don't notice. She's in your head and you just don't notice. Let the sweat fall Find me in the back stall Let it snow down Now we're gonna deck halls I hit the bullseye Making all the boys cry I hit the main line Breaking through the night sky Like a bullet, meant to be shot You're the target Dead on the spot When I focus, I never miss It starts with a kiss She ricochets, and you don't notice. She's in your head, and you just don't notice. Not an Angel by City Sleeps I will be waiting right here Only to roam When the bells chime like there is no tomorrow (and you're gonna take me home) Never gonna ever gonna belong to another, no Never gonna ever gonna belong to another, no Leave me alone I am not an angel yet My candle shines at night time through the dawn But my darling you have fallen and don't belong (and I can't carry on) My candle shines without a doubt But the wind in your wings blows them out And for my arms it is too late And your wings are gonna have to wait Leave me alone I am not an angel yet Leave me alone I am not an angel yet Not an angel yet Never gonna ever gonna belong to another, no My candle shines without a doubt But the wind in your wings blows them out And for my arms it is too late And your wings are gonna have to wait Leave me alone I am not an angel yet (not an angel yet) Leave me alone I am not an angel yet Leave me alone I am not an angel yet (not an angel yet) Leave me alone I am not an angel yet Not an angel yet | |
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| | #28 |
| Custom User Title | I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen And knock her upper during supper Clutter up her butter gutter Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby I was givin' some head to some french bread It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed French kissin' french fries in my Fruit of the Looms I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze, From the skeez disease, wooi! Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back Bananarama or ramabanana Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born Cookin' like a beginner, but I'm goin' up in her I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers "Holy moly, guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby We came to pottie...we came to pottie down your throat Squeeze Me Macaroni - Mr. Bungle |
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| | #29 |
| Like is nothing; Love is Everything Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Where the road takes me Age: 16 Posts: 3,334
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| | #30 |
| you fucking...FUCK Join Date: Feb 2006 Age: 15 Posts: 4,199
Rep Power: 8 ![]() Level: 21 EXP: | The Past is a Grotesque Animal - Of Montreal The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday Makes you wonder why it bothered I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met Who could appreciate Georges Bataille Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye" Discussing "Story of the Eye" It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you How can I explain, I need you here and not here too How can I explain, I need you here and not here too I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster At least I author my own disaster Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it I'm just not available Things could be different but they're not Things could be different but they're not The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!" The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!" She gets hysterical because they're both so mean And it's my favorite scene But the cruelty's so predictable It makes you sad on the stage Though our love project has so much potential But it's like we weren't made for this world (Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was) Do I have to scream in your face? I've been dodging lamps and vegetables Throw it all in my face, I don't care Let's just have some fun Let's tear this shit apart Let's tear the fucking house apart Let's tear our fucking bodies apart But let's just have some fun Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart And nothing can defeat you No death, no ugly world You've lived so brightly You've altered everything I find myself searching for old selves While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells I've played the unraveler, the parhelion But even apocalypse is fleeting There's no death, no ugly world Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you Mythologizing me like I do you We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams And you can betray me You can, you can betray me But teach me something wonderful Crown my head, crowd my head With your lilting effects Project your fears on to me, I need to view them See, there's nothing to them I promise you, there's nothing to them I'm so touched by your goodness You make me feel so criminal How do you keep it together? I'm all, all unraveled But you know, no matter where we are We're always touching by underground wires I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms And none of our secrets are physical None of our secrets are physical None of our secrets are physical now |
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