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Post by arcarsenal101 on Feb 2, 2004 21:32:14 GMT -5
Rage Against The Machine
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 2, 2004 22:17:53 GMT -5
yes, rage against the machine is a band
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 7, 2004 11:17:21 GMT -5
Foo Fighters - "Hey, Johnny Park!"
Come and I'll take you under This beautiful bruise's colours Ecerything fades in time, it's true. Wish that I had another stab at the undercover Was it a change in mind for you. It's impossible I can't let it out You'll never know Am I selling you out Sit and watch Your every mood, mood Your eyes still remind me of angels that hover above Eyes that can change from blind to blue It's impossible I can't let it out You'll never know Am I sellin' you out Sit and watch Your every mood, mood, mood, mood Now that I've found my reward I'd throw it away long before I'd share a piece of mine with you. It's impossible I can't let it out You'll never know Am I sellin' you out Sit and watch Your every mood, mood, mood, mood
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 9, 2004 21:52:23 GMT -5
Death Cab For Cutie - "No Joy In Mudville"
Last night I dreamt that I was you. I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. Such a pose I could simply not hold through days in a northern town that I had once called a home. And your studies of fringe New York Streets: I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak. To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...
Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corruption towed you down the interstate, and they all said that you were the king of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing. And this town simply cannot compete so I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...
on, on, on...
If I could have (had) my way, this year would bridge '66 (again?)
Trust fund hipsters were casing the room chock full of amphetamines. The overturned kick drum boom set the pace with incomparable cool. And if the temp was lousy it was lost on all but you... And your studies of fringe New York Streets: I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak. To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on, on, on, on...it's on
If I could have (had) my way, this year would bridge '66 (again?)
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Post by motherprussia on Feb 9, 2004 23:09:00 GMT -5
"the truth is sadder than fiction / what's the matter? quit your bitchin'"--hammerhead by !!!
"you say that you're my friend, well you can kick my ass, you say that you're my friend, well you can fuck yourself"--kookooka fuku by !!!
yes, these are so true right now...
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 10, 2004 22:42:29 GMT -5
what happened man, did one of your friends do something shitty to you?
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Post by motherprussia on Feb 11, 2004 0:08:00 GMT -5
or two or more
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 11, 2004 14:24:01 GMT -5
so......
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Post by motherprussia on Feb 12, 2004 0:20:41 GMT -5
so what?
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 12, 2004 14:32:31 GMT -5
what happened
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Post by motherprussia on Feb 12, 2004 18:43:50 GMT -5
stupid shit...people...girls...being bitches...
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 15, 2004 12:33:13 GMT -5
Sunny Day Real Estate - "Killed By An Angel"
(verse 1) Welcome to the lonesome world of Abel Where every brother's knife is set to slay you And paranoia keeps you healthy Crooked deals can keep you wealthy Serum vials to help you when you're sad Every other face is bent and broken Wrap your teeth around the only game in town You make your clothes from insulation Break your day for pay and ration Hide Hide Hide
(chorus) Killed by an angel Lost inside amazing colors It's never how you feel It comes in a bottle Lets say you found a gun How would your bad side burn? It's never how you feel It comes in a bottle.
(verse 2) Relax and all these whores will lick the membrane Just a touch, a stain, a hole in your brain It's cold when you remove the nails Beg for more when all else fails Serum vials to help you when you're sad
*CHORUS*
The way the sea reflects the sun, long gone And all the miracles of love, long gone You hold your heart out in your hand And one last long sigh gone
(verse 3) When you see the sores you can't believe them Pathogenic lovers in the basement cell Dirty white sheets cut up in strips Cracks in the mirror and your mind slips Serum vials to help you when you're sad
*CHORUS*
Killed by an angel Killed by an angel
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Post by Rubberneck on Feb 17, 2004 13:16:21 GMT -5
Built To Spill - "Randy Described Eternity"
"Where you gonna be? Where will you spend eternity? I'm gonna be perfect from now on, I'm gonna be perfect starting now."
i have been falling out of religion as of late, these words have been going through my head constantly.
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 17, 2004 15:46:35 GMT -5
Built To Spill - "Randy Described Eternity" "Where you gonna be? Where will you spend eternity? I'm gonna be perfect from now on, I'm gonna be perfect starting now." i have been falling out of religion as of late, these words have been going through my head constantly. so you like built to spill rubberneck? i think theyre an awesome band and they are definately due for a new CD. do you know when they are coming out with one, if they even are, because i heard that they broke up.
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Post by Rubberneck on Feb 18, 2004 20:24:40 GMT -5
yes, i am a fan of built to spill, but it is virtually to come across any word of them. their webiste has not been updated in ages, so i can't confirm the rumor of their break up. for anyone who is not familiar with this band, i would recomend "Sidewalk", "Bad Light", "In Your Mind", or "Kicked It In The Sun". Keep It Like A Secret is my favorite album, if you can't tell.
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Post by Rubberneck on Feb 18, 2004 20:28:02 GMT -5
that should read "virtually impossible"
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Post by CoKeS on Feb 18, 2004 21:56:29 GMT -5
keep it like a secret is my fav. album by them too. and some of my fav songs include "temporarily blind," "carry the zero." "stab," and "terrible/perfect." i hope they didnt break up.
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Post by soniktruth on Mar 27, 2004 2:41:00 GMT -5
wow, im sick of doubt live in the life of certain, south, cruel bindings the servants have the power dog men and theyre mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
im sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower i want roses in my garden bower, dig? royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud these mutants blood meal, the plant thats ploughed
they are waiting to take us into the severed garden you know how pale, wanton, thrillful comes death in the strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like the scary over friendly guest you bought to bed
death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws
no more money, no more fancy dress this other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest and lose obedience to a vegetable
i will not go prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
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Post by soniktruth on Mar 30, 2004 16:34:38 GMT -5
MEAT IS MURDER Heifer whines could be human cries closer comes the screaming knife this beautiful creature must die this beautiful creature must die a death for no reason and death for no reason is MURDER and the flesh you so fancifully fry is not succulent, tasty or nice it is death for no reason and death for no reason is MURDER and the calf that you carve with a smile is MURDER and the turkey you festively slice is MURDER do you know how animals die ? kitchen aromas aren't very homely it's not "comforting", "cheery" or "kind" it's sizzling blood and the unholy stench of MURDER it's not "natural", "normal" or kind the flesh you so fancifully fry the meat in your mouth as you savour the flavour of MURDER NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER who hears when animals cry ?
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Post by Castro on Jun 12, 2004 13:41:45 GMT -5
what if forensics find the answer what if they stole my finger prints where did i leave my book of matches they'll find you
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Post by CoKeS on Jun 20, 2004 15:19:24 GMT -5
Matthew Good - "Blue Skies Over Bad Lands"
What if you woke up in the middle of the night And in your bare feet you walked outside And realizing that you were awake that you could fly Out over the world To places that you’ve only heard of See faces that you were sold as murderers But just like you they’re only lonely boys and girls Like all over the world What if you could lift them up? What if you could make it so that times weren’t tough? So every morning when the world woke up There’d only be weather on the news And what if you were back in bed With one of them floating over your head What do you say to your enemies When you don’t know what it is that could have been between you? There ain’t no blue skies over bad lands Even if it ain’t raining in the mornings But you don’t need to fly to understand it Just understand understanding
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Post by motherprussia on Jun 21, 2004 0:08:40 GMT -5
when we don't know who we are we'll find another group to follow when we don't know what to say we'll find something just as shallow
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Post by Castro on Jun 22, 2004 3:29:08 GMT -5
pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out
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Post by Castro on Feb 9, 2005 14:38:27 GMT -5
yes yes yes!! finally found this thread!!
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Post by Castro on Feb 20, 2005 16:16:54 GMT -5
i am young and i am lost everything entails its cost
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Post by sez on Feb 20, 2005 16:31:50 GMT -5
"last week I had the strangest dream, where everything was exactly how it seems"
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Post by soniktruth on Feb 20, 2005 20:10:46 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 hotpants on Feb 20, 2005 21:29:36 GMT -5
I need a burning stake I need a piercing dart I need something as hot as it is sharp And I need to bleed I need to burn I need a sure thing And you are a mystery to me
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Post by motherprussia on Feb 21, 2005 6:48:22 GMT -5
we had ideas, felt mortality squeeze our knowing necks, feed our dying dreams-- well, i'm no dictator, i'm not a doctor, we're losing our legs, we're put out to pasture.
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Post by Castro on Feb 28, 2005 16:46:54 GMT -5
Baby's on fire Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching
Rescuers row, row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow Joe Lend some assistance to the object
If you'd be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to They said you were hot stuff And that's what baby's been reduced to
The need to have fun Very clever with maracas Making their fortune Selling second-hand tobaccos
We danced at Chico's And when the fires started bitching He empties their ashtrays And pockets all that he's collected
My baby's on fire And all the instruments agree that Her temperature's rising And any idiot would know that
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