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 Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:39 pm
Holding Someone's Hair Back
Don't say a word. Don't be greatful. If I ever made you laugh.
Lets make believe whats at stake here, here's more then just her reputation.
She's got the photo's but no recollections.
He's got the motive, but no transportation.
-Circa Survive
(( Its nothing personal you're an embarrassment. <3 ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:51 pm
A Favor House in Atlantic
Good eyes sniper, I shoot you run.
the words you scribbled on the walls of lots the friends you didn't have.
I'll called you when the time was right.
Are you in or are you out...
Coheed and Cambria
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 2:00 pm
Last three songs:
Garth Brooks: The Red Strokes.
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture theyre painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
Its a true work of art.
(chorus)
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they cant command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand
*chorus*
Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen
*chorus*
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn.
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this.
Garth Brooks - Rodeo
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And shed give half of texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his loves in tulsa
And she knows hes gonna go
Well, it aint no woman, flesh and blood
Its that damned old rodeo.
(chorus)
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her backs against the wall
And its so long girl, Ill see you.
When its time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
*chorus*
It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And hell sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all hell have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call rodeo.
*chorus*
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
Its the broncs and the blood
Its the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
Alice Cooper - No More Mr. Nice Guy
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Until they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean
-
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick , he's obscene
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean
My dog bit me on leg today
My cat clawled my eye
My mom's been thrown out of society circle
My dad's had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 2:20 pm
Racer X - Technical Difficulties.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 6:33 pm
Circa Survive...nice band.
:rocks out to Saosin:
:then listens to random 60's/70's tunes:
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 9:22 pm
The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage by Panic! at the Disco
Sit tight I'm gonna need you to keep time
c'mon just snap snap snap your fingers for me
good good now we're makin' some progress
c'mon just tap tap tap your toes to the beat
and I believe that this may call for a proper introduction and well...
Don't you see...
I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
oh we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes
Trophy Boys, Trophy Wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
I aim to be, your eyes
Trophy Boys, Trophy Wives
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 9:27 pm
Cute Without The 'E' (Cut From The Team) by Taking Back Sunday
Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel
I know exactly what goes on
When everything you'll get is
everything that you've wanted, princess
(well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(me face down, down across your floor)
Me face down, down across your floor
(me face down, down across your floor)
Well just so long as this thing's loaded
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking,
this all was only wishful thinking
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking,
this all was only wishful thinking
let's go...
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 10:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 11:53 am
Word Up - Korn And occasionally lots'a Queen, maybe some Nickelback and some other stuffs. domokun Lyrics!
Yo, pretty ladies around the world
Gotta a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your momma too
Were about to go down
And you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don’t care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Do your dance, Do your dance
Do your dance quick, mom
C’mon baby tell me what’s the word
Now, word up
Up! Up!
Everybody say
When you hear the call you got to get it under way
Word up
Up! Up!
It’s the call, word
No matter where you say it
You know that you’ll be heard
Now all you sucker DJs
Who think you’re fly
There’s got to be a reason
And we know the reason why
You try to put on those airs
And act real cool
But you got to realize
That you’re acting like fools
If there’s music, we can use it
Feel free to dance
We don’t have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance
No romance for me, mom
C’mon baby tell me what’s the word
Now, word up
Up! Up!
Everybody say
When you hear the call you got to get it under way
Word up
Up! Up!
It’s the call, word
No matter where you say it
You know that you’ll be heard
Word up
Up! Up!
Everybody say
When you hear the call you got to get it under way
Word up
Up! Up!
It’s the call, word
No matter where you say it
You know that you’ll be heard
Word up
Up! Up!
Everybody say
When you hear the call you got to get it under way
Word up
Up! Up!
It’s the call, word
No matter where you say it
You know that you’ll be heard
Even some special BB-code for the lyrics. =o
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:47 pm
Ianex You and I have alot of music in common. <____< its scary.
Kellum
Don't lift me up if your strong intent on dropping me back down
Are you like this?
Afraid to be yourself.
And if you somehow get through all of this,
Without hating yourself for all of it.
Just know that I will hate enough for the both of us.
-Bayside <3 <3 <3
( My love of my life. <3 )
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 12:52 pm
Red Light Pledge
The ending the same.
Past mistakes that you made come back too... to haunt you.
You made a mistake, I wish I could take back everything that I did.
I wanted to tell you I really did but How did I explain this.
Promise me you will be there, Until the red light will change.
I would wait forever.
Promise me you will stay here until the darkness will fade.
I'll wait for you....
Silverstein
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 1:18 pm
Already Dead by Silverstein
You won't find me here
the place that you expected me to be
in my bed on the second floor
I'm outside your house
I'm closing in on you
and all the times you smiled
you said hello and thought I was ok
I was planning your final struggle
When you wake up I'll be there
when you see me you'll be on your back again
(when you, when you, when you, when you)
know you're already dead
you'll love me too
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 1:54 pm
Unbreakable (I.J.M.A)
Be ready for the impact.
I promise you won't feel a thing tonight!
Get ready for the angels to take away your pain inside.
In the moment of passing.
-Aiden
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 2:19 pm
Song for a Friend
Your magic he said, but don't let it all go to your head.
Cause I bet if you all had figured all of it out you would never get out of bed.
No doubt. All the things I read of what he wrote me now sounding like the man I was hoping to be, I keep keeping it real cause it keeps getting easier.
-Jason Mraz
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