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Post by MercurySolo on Jul 7, 2003 18:26:33 GMT -5
Just post any lyrics here that you're feeling at the moment.
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Nirvana - Son of a Gun (Orig. by the Vaselines)
Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundabout And over again Gun gun son of a gun You are the only one Makes any difference what I say
The sun shines in the bedroom When we play The raining always starts When you go away
Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundabout And over again Gun gun son of a gun You are the only one Makes any difference what I say
The sun shines in the bedroom When we play The raining always starts When you go away
Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundabout And over again Gun gun son of a gun You are the only one Makes any difference what I say
The sun shines in the bedroom When we play The raining always starts When you go away
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Post by motherprussia on Jul 7, 2003 19:46:27 GMT -5
ain't love grand--atreyu
gutted like a pig all you want is the world to bleed someone somewhere stole your desire the pain akin to being punched in the throat and stabbed in the chest
you would rather bleed than be without her gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears replaced with lackluster memories you cry your screams play in your empty room
it's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head it's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong
your bed swallows you whole as the days bleed together torment on the lips of a loved one and if you try hard enough you can almost taste her feel her pass and scream OH MY GOD WHY ME
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 9, 2003 1:14:09 GMT -5
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 9, 2003 1:31:48 GMT -5
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Post by CoKeS on Jul 10, 2003 0:30:12 GMT -5
Vendetta Red - "Ambulance Chaser"
In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice asphyxiated form Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in parts the trial of the worm Sew the lid closed, cough and spit into your palm with charitable charm Slap the bad man's wrist, insist disarm Do the math, the path is a narrow one, it led me down to a cold and shallow grave On my tombstone I read the epitaph, "Here lies a man who lived and died a slave" Till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses Serve the right foot raw, so flawed, undressed Semi-conscious concentration, Christmas cards and suffocation Ambulances beckon bodies, tires squealing, sirens wailing
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 10, 2003 2:58:03 GMT -5
"Ticklish"
pigeon holed decision making all my mind's made up i only colored outside the lines 'cause i got the knack stenciled teen initials that were carved on the roof of my mouth only to bark the words of so-and-so fuck so-and-so...
i been dancing in the bathroom stalls excreting words just for this song i'm kicking in windows and it don't make music to me
"please get some medication simple. it's simple... we must die with dignity."
pallbearer we are and all that we never get and all my little pushes fall on your deaf ears
kicking in these windows kicking in these windows it's on the roof of my mouth i'm gonna bark the words on the roof of my mouth
tickling with contusions paper bag masks hiding infantile music no pictures, just words are you afraid of our books? illiterate cells for the valley of mules
i'm totally digging ACROBATIC TENEMENT lyrics right now. i'm going thru some personal shiz, and these "INCOHERENT" lyrics ARE helping me think some shiz thru.....i love this album....
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Post by Castro on Jul 10, 2003 14:28:25 GMT -5
198d
this is forgiven if the uniform fits postponed at the first showing
this is the tension mold of frozen icicles postponed at the first showing
you speak in tongues tremors that warn us of ourselves
walk away born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing
thats all i can remember at the moment but thats like the saddest song ever written
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Post by MercurySolo on Jul 11, 2003 0:38:14 GMT -5
are you such a dreamer to put the world to rights i'll stay home forever where two and two always makes a five
i'll lay down the tracks sandbag and hide january has april showers and two and two always makes a five
it's the devil's way now there is no way out you can scream and you can shout it is too late now because
you have not been payin' attention payin' attention payin' attention payin' attention you have not be-en payin’ attention payin’ attention payin’ attention payin’ attention you have not needed i needed attention i needed attention i needed attention i needed attention you have not been payin’ attention payin’ attention payin’ attention payin’ attention soon oh i try to sing along but the music's all wrong cos i’m not cos i’m not i swat em like flies but like flies the buggers keep coming back and hide back and hide but i’m not oh hail to the thief oh hail to the thief forever but i'm not but i'm not but i'm not don't question my authority or put me in a box cos i'm not cos i'm not oh go and tell the king that the sky is falling in but it's not but it's not but it's not maybe not maybe not
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Post by MercurySolo on Jul 14, 2003 1:55:02 GMT -5
Lyrics: Ride on, motherfucker Sister above Lead on my lover Daddy's not comin' home
So long my mother So long ago She loves me like a lover Every house is now your home
Even though you lied to me We love you
Right on, motherfucker Sister above Yeah, my lover Every house is now your home
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Post by CoKeS on Sept 1, 2003 0:54:06 GMT -5
nada surf - hi-speed soul
do you ever feel like you just landed on this earth? see the creatures all do their dances back and forth you get restless and then you join them on the floor suddenly it’s tomorrow it’s not today anymore you talk to the ceiling every day the speakers are shaking why do i hear you okay? they’re playing soul at the wrong speed it sounds right now what are you doing to me? d’you ever feel like what we call real life is not so real? tripping up on the same old problems you had last year well we’ll pretend it’s another planet not so uptight the stars are shining above the city every night they come every night (chorus) where are we going? i don’t care our friends all left let’s go anywhere it’s getting late i don’t care it’s just you and me let’s go anywhere
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Post by CoKeS on Sept 2, 2003 0:44:01 GMT -5
sunny day real estate - pillars
But you were always one to stay the same girl I know you want to be the rain And i know that we could fall in there For a time and then unfall again For awhile i take you burying old bones Dawns grey the signs in the winter light And i know that you can feel the pain Your eyes speak one hundred million knives
Don't tell me you've gone astray I walk in circles I've seen a million things that tell me so
But i was always one to play the fool girl Though the rules were somewhat dark to me And i know that we could fall in there For a time and then unfall again For awhile i give you darium bound stones Growing through the roots of your mind to set apart And i know that you can feel the pain Your eyes speak one hundred million lies
Total anxiety paid for variety We'll wait for time to turn around your faith Wait for time to turn
The world we sold there was a choir there
Don't tell me you've gone astray I talk in circles Everlasting chains that bind my purpose Only i've seen the million things that tell me so
Total anxiety pay for variety Wait for time to turn around your faith Choked on society laced with cyanide Wait for time to turn around your faith Wait for time to turn
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Post by soniktruth on Oct 29, 2003 3:00:11 GMT -5
The Verve- Bittersweet Symphony
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life... Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die. I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down... You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah. No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold. But I'm a million different people from one day to the next. I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Well, I never pray, But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah. I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah. I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now. But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold. And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Well have you ever been down?) (I can't change, I can't change...) (Ooooohhhhh...)
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life. Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die. I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down... You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah. You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold. And I'm a million different people from one day to the next. I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence) (It justs sex and violence melody and silence) (I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down) (It justs sex and violence melody and silence) (I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down) (Been down) (Ever been down) (Ever been down)(Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa...) (Ever been down) (Ever been down) (Have you ever been down?) (Have you ever been down?) (Have you ever been down?)
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Post by soniktruth on Oct 29, 2003 3:08:19 GMT -5
10.15 on a saturday night
10:15 on a Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip Waiting For the telephone to ring And I'm wondering Where she's been And I'm crying For yesterday And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same
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Post by CoKeS on Oct 29, 2003 7:22:09 GMT -5
Coheed and Cambria - The Velorium Camper II: Backend of Forever
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby panic stirred me awakened by a ringing phone in time where and when would I see her? Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth I stuttered replacing your face to those words where and when would I kill her? I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this I wish...to the bitter end of my day where were you? so you had your turn and you made it work now I'm the laughing stock of your joke crazy as it may seem I cried for you when you told me to date all of the things that made you end up in my life and I'll believe anything I have no luck with girls I overheard that you were unhappy too misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense over and out Connecticut but you had your back turned as you faded away at the end of my day I found out you weren't worth what I thought of you write this down in the diary you abuse can we make plans can I just get throught to you is this weird...do I scare her? I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this I wish...that you could share the love you'd shared with others, with me this isn't love so forever let it go...forever will it burn this isn't love there on the backend of forever I wish I would never hurt again
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Post by MercurySolo on Oct 29, 2003 15:39:46 GMT -5
BOW DOWN
(ICE CUBE) Tha world is mine n***a get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb I'm tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when I'm tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 n***z runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and
Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz Cuz I ain't a hater like you Bow Down to a n***a that is greater than you
(MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw (BOOOWOOOOOWWWW) Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW
Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz Cuz I ain't a hater like you Bow Down to a n***a that is greater than you
(W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest n***a in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you n***a's in the rap game Flashy n***a's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off n***a I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz Cuz I ain't a hater like you Bow Down to a n***a that is greater than you
(ICE CUBE)--Spoken
(Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)
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Post by motherprussia on Oct 29, 2003 17:35:07 GMT -5
"Hey Ya"--outkast
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH!
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance
Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture
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Post by threewayswest on Oct 29, 2003 18:13:32 GMT -5
Faith - The Cure
Catch me if I fall I'm losing hold I can't just carry on this way And every time I turn away Lose another blind game The idea of perfection holds me... Suddenly I see you change Everything at once The same But the mountain never moves...
Rape me like a child Christened in blood Painted like an unknown saint There's nothing left but hope... Your voice is dead And old And always empty Trust in me through closing years Perfect moments wait... If only we could stay Please Say the right words Or cry like the stone white clown And stand Lost forever in a happy crowd...
No-one lifts their hands No-one lifts their eyes Justified with empty words The party just gets better and better...
I went away alone With nothing left But faith
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Post by CoKeS on Nov 1, 2003 11:01:09 GMT -5
Matthew Good Band - "Truffle Pigs"
Don't fail me now Don't you even fucking think it We're dead somehow But somehow we're still breathing The secret's out But it's too loud to think it Whatever drowns the counting machines out That drive you to eat shit Damn I'll bring them to their knees Don't leave me now Don't you even fucking think it I'm not myself But somehow I'm still being him The secret's out But it's too loud to think it Whatever drowns the truffle pigs out That drive you to eat shit Damn I'll bring them to their knees Jenn I'll bring them to their knees
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splitend
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I was born a unicorn.
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Post by splitend on Nov 3, 2003 19:59:59 GMT -5
"We Like the Moon" -The Spongmonkeys
We like the moon! coz it is close to us we like the mooooon! but not as much as a spoon coz that's more use for eating soup and a fork isn't very useful for that unless it has got many vegetables and then you might be better off with a chop-stick unlike the moon it is up in the sky it's up there very high but not as high as maybe dirigibles or zeppelins or lightbulbs and maybe clouds and puffins also I think maybe they go quite high too maybe not as high as the moon coz the moon is very high we like tha moon tha moon is very useful everyone everybody like tha moon because it light up tha sky at night and it lovely and it make the tide go and we like it but not as much as cheese we really like cheese we like zeppelins we really like them and we like kelp and we like moose and we like deer and we like marmots and we like all of the fluffy animals we really like tha moon!
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Post by CoKeS on Nov 4, 2003 0:48:43 GMT -5
Modest Mouse - "What People are Made Of"
Rag weed tall better hope that his ladder don't crack Or he'll hit the ground low, hard and out of his back At the battle at the bottom of the ocean, well the dead do rise You need proof I got proof at the surface you can watch em float by Way in back of the room, there sits a cage Inside it's a clock that you can win if you can guess its age Which you never can do cuz the time it constantly changes For luck or lack I guess that is the saying On the first page of the book of blue it read "If you read this page, than that'll be your death" By then it was too late And you wound up on an island of shells and bones that bodies had left And the one thing you taught me ‘bout human beings was this They ain't made of nothin' but water and shit
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Post by soniktruth on Nov 8, 2003 15:22:34 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]unhappy birthday[/glow]
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday 'Cause you're evil And you lie And if you should die I may feel slightly sad (But I won't cry)
Loved and lost And some may say When usually it's Nothing Surely you're happy It should be this way ? I say "No, I'm gonna kill my dog" And : "May the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight"
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday 'Cause you're evil And you lie And if you should die I may feel slightly sad (But I won't cry)
Loved and lost And some may say When usually it's Nothing Surely you're happy It should be this way ? I said "No" And then I shot myself So, drink, drink, drink And be ill tonight
From the one you left behind From the one you left behind From the one you left behind From the one you left behind Behind Behind Behind Behind Behind Behind Oh, unhappy birthday Behind Behind Behind
#nosmileys
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Post by soniktruth on Jan 30, 2004 23:51:02 GMT -5
saucer-like (sonic youth)
wirling whirling through the city of ages you sink a bit whenever angels fly do you have a feeling for their fuzzy faces? are you close enough to see into their eyes?
you're magic fit and free taxi holds on the breeze a dream's a dream of feelings that never fall at all holds his thoughts in chains and tries to bust up the walls
every day it's just another breath every night another little death do you scratch and itch when your head feels tight or wave it away and just stay out all night?
got your head in the trees if that's the way you're feeling it's not good or bad channels of thought revealing now some things we all had
I'm having a wonderful vision of the city today buildings all lined up neat on straight sun lit blocks avenue canyons stretch forever handcut panes grooved like a record flat bridge peer, boat, docks I'm slipping round the bottom edge [line echoes]
do you trip and breeze down city streets just a little free with your head in the trees
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Post by soniktruth on Jan 30, 2004 23:51:46 GMT -5
skip tracer (sonic youth)
this she did in public for us to see she came in here too drunk to do the show between the trains and cars broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun row house row house pass through let the city rise up to fill the screen clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off the guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs with his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip the girl started out in red patent leather very I'm in a band with knee pads we watch her fall over and lay down, shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers row house row house pass through, let the city rise up twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you see you on the highway now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts the edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image poised, yet totally screwed up yes sir, yes sir, step right up
none of us know, where we're trying to get to what sort of live where we trying to build now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in
where are you now? when your broken eyes are closed head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats borrowed and never returned emotions, books, outlooks on life
hello 20 15!
hello, 20, 15!
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Post by soniktruth on Jan 30, 2004 23:54:08 GMT -5
arnie (primus)
The man he stepped up to the microphone and he gave it a kiss. It was a big wet, slippery kiss. And he had sweat dripping off of his nose onto the windscreen. As he looked out over the audience he said, "god bless you, god bless you one and all." Then he took a can of ronson lighter fluid And he squirted it over the top of his head. And proceeded to light himself on fire As he stood there glowing and said, "remember this day."
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Post by CoKeS on Jan 31, 2004 12:25:16 GMT -5
Matthew Good Band - "Suburbia"
You will come back within yourself you can be art when we melt and i will know what you were for i say we're leaving there ain't nothing here at all another day, a week, the mall and baby if I was in demand you would be mind someday this place it going to burn is your whole life in there waiting? someday your head is going to turn and you'll realize i'm missing, do you realize? you will come back convince yourself you can stay alive and wait for me and i will know what this was for and I'll say we're leaving there ain't nothing here at all another month, a year that's all so you can tell them I'm coming and hell's coming with me someday this place is going to burn is your whole life in the waiting someday their heads are going to turn and they'll realize you're missing we are there
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Post by soniktruth on Jan 31, 2004 20:42:52 GMT -5
"If You Are To Bloom"
I'm thinking of your wide open eyes, smiling as they feed the nerves that push the field of silver and the colorful lines, that only you could see, like only you could do. I'm picturing a forcep in ice, that you would see if you could reach and reconnect the ends into the delicate threads, but I just sit and wait for a blip to break the perfect little thin green line.
I dreamt of jet this high, seeding clouds from the other side and glowing softly until the underbelly shines, and the back skims through the steam, feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling awake, like a dusty sleep you took too soon. And you, you need watering if you are to bloom.
I'm thinking of your failing green eyes, smiling as they greet the day, but they can't see me. And now I'm picturing us opening wide, and drinking down our days in haze and bliss together til it tumbles aside, but I just sit and wait for a rhythm in a perfect little thin green line, it's true, so soon.
(and the coil speaks) I'd like to see us together, I'd like to lay my head low. I need to lean on a soft one, and bring the spin of the world to appear slow. (and the coil sleeps) You've been gathering angels, and fading further each day. I love you now as I never, remember my face as it quietly make you're way.
I dreamt of jet this high, seeding clouds from the other side and glowing softly til the underbelly shines, and the back skims through the steam, feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling awake, like a dusty sleep you took too soon. And you, you need watering if you are to bloom.
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Post by soniktruth on Jan 31, 2004 20:43:34 GMT -5
"I Hate It Too"
Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds, I wish the ceiling was the ground. I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun to help me make up for this one. While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone and I can't remember what you do to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there. And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there, not tonight.
If we break off gently in slow motion spinning outward into space, my hand, always firm and gently at the wheel, I discreetly hold my face. And I need you to give it meaning, I need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing I do.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there, not tonight.
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 1, 2004 2:24:34 GMT -5
both those songs kick ass
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 1, 2004 2:31:04 GMT -5
ALEXISONFIRE - POLAROID'S OF POLAR BEARS
raped by my child hood? What the hell do I know about rape any way? Well I guess its fun to pretend, sorry. Just a thought that occurred when I wasnt quite awake enough to dismiss it. Its so easy to cheapen an event by pretending it happen. Boring cliched self destruction...I think I should start doing arobics. And the rest: boxes of cats, people with taz tattoos, explosive personalities, self centered, protractors, brand new geometry sets, inability to do math, geography, polaroids of polar bears.
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 1, 2004 2:33:23 GMT -5
ALEXISONFIRE - "A DAGGER THROUGH THE HEART OF ST. ANGELES"
Plaid skirts that hide scars walk in single file. Ties that restrict blood to the brain. Passing notes in math class, (freedom ware your scars of desire), it's a coming of age story, (freedom ware your scars of desire), conflicting impulses, (freedom wear your scars of desire) cuts seem to bend the sky. I've read this book before. Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass waiting for the 3 o'clock bell. I'm trying hard to forget that cold october day, when love challenged freedom to a fist fight, freedom looked victorious but No one was prepared for what would happen on that baseball diamond when love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switch blade and drove it...directly through the heart of st angelis. Any notion of self government was left bleeding on the pitchers mound.
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