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 Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:13 pm
Blythe Kae ...This is for KZ...Eve 6 - "Inside Out" I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I burn burn like a wicker cabinet Chalk-white and oh so frail I see our time had gotten stale The tick tock of the clock is painful All sane and logical I want to tear it off the wall I hear words and clips and phrases I think sick like gingerale My stomach turns and I exhale I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you So cal is where my mind states But it's not my state of mind I'm not as ugly sad as you Or am I origami? Folded up and just pretend Demented as the motives in your head I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I alone Am the one you don't know You need take heed Feed your ego Make me blind When your eyes close Sink when you get close Tie me to the bed post I alone Am the one you don't know You need you don't know you need me Make me blind when your eyes close Tie me to the bed post I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through Now I'm through with YOU THROUGH WITH YOU Rendezvous then I'm through with you ....Thanks Blythe... redface So...apology accepted?
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:14 pm
KITTY_Z Blythe Kae ...This is for KZ...Eve 6 - "Inside Out" I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I burn burn like a wicker cabinet Chalk-white and oh so frail I see our time had gotten stale The tick tock of the clock is painful All sane and logical I want to tear it off the wall I hear words and clips and phrases I think sick like gingerale My stomach turns and I exhale I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you So cal is where my mind states But it's not my state of mind I'm not as ugly sad as you Or am I origami? Folded up and just pretend Demented as the motives in your head I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I alone Am the one you don't know You need take heed Feed your ego Make me blind When your eyes close Sink when you get close Tie me to the bed post I alone Am the one you don't know You need you don't know you need me Make me blind when your eyes close Tie me to the bed post I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through Now I'm through with YOU THROUGH WITH YOU Rendezvous then I'm through with you ....Thanks Blythe... redface So...apology accepted? ...Yeah....Sorry I made such a big deal of it... Is MY apology accepted?
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:15 pm
Blythe Kae KITTY_Z Blythe Kae ...This is for KZ...Eve 6 - "Inside Out" I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I burn burn like a wicker cabinet Chalk-white and oh so frail I see our time had gotten stale The tick tock of the clock is painful All sane and logical I want to tear it off the wall I hear words and clips and phrases I think sick like gingerale My stomach turns and I exhale I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you So cal is where my mind states But it's not my state of mind I'm not as ugly sad as you Or am I origami? Folded up and just pretend Demented as the motives in your head I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I alone Am the one you don't know You need take heed Feed your ego Make me blind When your eyes close Sink when you get close Tie me to the bed post I alone Am the one you don't know You need you don't know you need me Make me blind when your eyes close Tie me to the bed post I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt Turn it inside out Find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through Now I'm through with YOU THROUGH WITH YOU Rendezvous then I'm through with you ....Thanks Blythe... redface So...apology accepted? ...Yeah....Sorry I made such a big deal of it... Is MY apology accepted? Most definantly! 3nodding
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:39 pm
Keane - Somewhere Only We Know
I walked across an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches of it looking at me.
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
And if you have a minute why don't we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So, tell me when you gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
So if you have a minute why don't we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, so why don't we go,
Hmmm yea,
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 3:14 pm
The Dresden Dolls - coin operated boy
coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy
made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....
coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......
this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.
and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath
coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 9:03 am
Nena - 99 Red Balloons
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, Something's out there.
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons.
floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky.
Where 99 red balloons go by.
99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk.
With orders to identify.
To clarify and classify.
Scramble in the summer sky.
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 dreams I have had.
In every one a red balloon.
It's all over and I'm standing pretty.
In this dust that was a city.
If I could find a souvenier.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.
'Tis a sad story behind this song.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:49 am
Panic! at the Disco
Build God, Then We'll Talk
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Freemont Street.
Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe a just dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. only hours before.
Well after he had left, as she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
The shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite thing.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:51 am
Panic! at the Disco
But It's Better When We Do
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.
The strip joint veteran sits two away
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, but I'm afraid that I
Well, I may of faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, I may of faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:54 am
Panic! at the Disco
I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."
Oh dear, her infidelity just spilled all over the floor. Can somebody help her?
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!
Oh! Well in fact I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne,
pour the champagne!
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:56 am
Camisado
by Panic! At The Disco
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse
Again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:58 am
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 11:00 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 11:03 am
You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison
by My Chemical Romance
In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer, say a prayer
[chorus]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men, as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again
They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself?
Well, I miss my mom
Will they give me the chair
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare
Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen
[chorus]
To your room
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, 'So long'
Well, I don't remember
Why remember you
Do you have the keys to the hotel
Cause I'm gonna string this motherf*cker on fire (fire)
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with my friends
Now now now now...now now now...now now now!!
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 11:05 am
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
by My Chemical Romance
Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say
I never want to let you down or have you go
It's better off this way
For all the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you broke your foot
From jumping out the second floor
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems
(I'm not okay)
I've told you time and time again
You sing the words but don't know what it means
To be a joke and look
Another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time
Take a good hard look
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you'd read me like a book
But the pages are all torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay
(Trust me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not ******** not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 11:08 am
Hang 'Em High
by My Chemical Romance
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset
Would I lie to you?
Well I've got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle the ignition
Would I die for you?
Well here's your answer in spades
Shotgun sinner, wild-eyed jokers
Got you in my sights
Gun it while I'm holding on
After all is said and done
Climb out from the pine box
Well I'm asking you
Cause she's got nothing to say
The angels just cut out her tongue
Call her black mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain
Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm holding on
But, don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby, don't stop
Bury me and fade to black
She won't stop me
Put it down [2x]
So get your gun
And leave me by the door
Don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby Don't stop
Bury me and fade to black [2x]
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