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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:40 pm
Man, I'd use it but it takes away from the Walken. And I needs my Walken!
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:44 pm
*Sung to the tune of the original Smiths version*
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own and you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry and you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
When exactly do you mean?
See, I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
Someday
Not one in particular
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:55 pm
I see your Morrisey, "competition," and raise you a Manson: The better of the two.
I never claimed to be your saviour
I said I had a dirty mouth
Stop analysing my behaviour
If you're too dumb to work it out
I've got to keep myself together
You know I hate to disappoint
A masochistic lamb to slaughter
Maybe you miss the point
I'm feeling small
I'm climbing the walls
I don't let it show
Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb
Maybe I could write a letter
To help me with my self-esteem
You should get to know me better
No one's ever what they seem
I'm feeling small
Climbing the walls
I don't let it show
Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb
You still don't know what you think of me
You still don't know what you mean to me
You still don't know what to think of me
You still don't know what you think of me
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:56 pm
George Sloane *snickers at Kilowog's badge* Is that what Tyrone looks like nowadays? But of course. whee
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:03 pm
I see your Garbage, Competition, and I raise you a Nine Inch Nails.
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Help me...
I broke apart my insides
Help me...
I've got no soul to tell
Help me...
the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself,
I wanna ******** you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna ******** you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
You can have my isolation...
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith...
You can have my everything
Help me... tear down my reason
Help me... it's your sex I can smell
Help me... you make me perfect
Help me think OF somebody else
I wanna ******** you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna ******** you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey, inside your hive...
You are the reason I stay alive...
*Throws the microphone across the bar.*
wink
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:07 pm
I see your Nine Inch Nails and raise you a l'il KMFDM!
I am your holy totem
I am your sick taboo
Radical and radiant
I'm your nightmare coming true
I am your worst enemy
I am your dearest friend
Malignantly malevolent
I am of divine descent
I am your apocalypse
I am your belief unwrought
Monolithic juggernaut
I'm the illegitimate son of god
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I'm the illegitimate son of god
I have come to rock your world
I have come to shake your faith
Anathematic anarchist
I have come to take my place
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I'm the illegitimate son of god
I am your unconsciousness
I am unrestrained excess
Metamorphic restlessness
I'm your unexpectedness
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I'm the illegitimate son of god!
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:11 pm
YYH for the win!
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control
Now, tell me what you saw,
Tell me what you saw,
There was a crowd of seeds,
Inside, outside,
I must have done a dozen each
It was the height I threw, the weight,
The shell was crushing you,
I've been around a few
Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to...
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control
Outside, Inside,
This is the moon without a tide,
We'll build a fire in your eyes,
We'll build a fire when the cover's getting brighter,
Cold desire, makes the moon without a tide
Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to...
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:27 pm
And in return, Tilly and the Wall!
Well the high school kids are all ******** up
Touching eachother, oh my god, yeah
Forty ounces was never enough
We wanna pass out in your yard
We wanna pass out
Dressin' in drag, your best friend's clothes
While boys kiss boys in hotel rooms
Oh and just when we thought
We were no longer lost
They kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue
Where the gas station prostitutes
Are trying to fix their hair in our rear view mirrors
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses
Carabana kids, some big ole mess,
On an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death
We got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes
We're gonna end up screaming about some midnight garage sale
So God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not listenin'
Oh, the micrphone cut off, so we're screamin' at the top of our lungs
We are born so fresh, a golden prize
Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
That you're lost in a fog on your way to death
Oh a thick black line, a thick black line
So you better speak up, better raise that voice
Oh come on, scream loud all you girls and boys
Let's get wild, wild, wild, that's your choice
Come on, come on, I wanna hear that ********' noise
Oh the push and pull of everything
Oh this nightmare of electricity
We are the living dead, yeah the living dead
That's the way it is, that's the way it always has been
Oh that snake slithered past my house today
Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway
You know the clouds didn't part, they just grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder
So God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not listenin'
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
I said, God, put down your hand, we're not listenin'
Oh we never were...
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
I wanna ******** it up
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel...
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:38 pm
And to that I say Kidney Thieves. pirate
thick drops of rain sound like the way you spanked me
your pleasure thrills in every way you make me thick drops. .
all by myself and you're not here to take me
my red hot stain still makes you call me, baby
tattooed your name, so you wouldn't forget to claim
if i see you're like your daddy and i should be gone
i would try to burn you but i won't
if i think that loving you could be just like a drug
i would try to burn you but i won't
it's all your graces, your deadly sins
love and hate you it's so intense
if i could burn you walk away not see you anymore
i would try to burn you but i won't
thick drops of rain sound like the way you miss me
your windowpane steams like the way you kiss me
you're so profane, that's why i love the way
if i see you're like your daddy and i should be gone
i would try to burn you but i won't
if i think that loving you could be just like a drug
i would try to burn you but i won't
it's all your graces, your deadly sins
love and hate you it's so intense
if i could burn you walk away not see you anymore
i would try to burn you but i won't
like drops of rain your love has no pain
if i see you're like your daddy and i should be gone
i would try to burn you but i won't
if i think that loving you could be just like a drug
i would try to burn you but i won't
if i see that you're the precious i was looking for,
i would try to burn you but i won't
if i could burn you walk away not see you anymore
i would try to burn you but i won't
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:48 pm
I would say to thee, Hole!
When I went to school...oh.
When I want to school...aha.
WhenI want to school in Olympia...
When everyone's the same
What do you do with a revolution?
When I want to school in Olympia
And everyone's the same
We look the same
We talk the same
Don't you please make me real
But you make me ******** you, make me ******** you
When, I went to school in Olympia
And everyone's the same
And so are you, Olympia
Everyone's the same
We look the same
We talk the same
We even ******** the same
When I went to school in Olympia
Don't you please make me real
Come on, make me sick
Come on, make me real
Yeah yeah yeah
Do it for the kids, yeah
Do it for the kids, yeah
Do it for the kids yeah
Do it for the kids...
When I went to school in Olympia...
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:57 pm
I riposte with Marilyn Manson.
We were neurophobic
and perfect
the day that we lost our souls
maybe we weren't so human but
If we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and
as hollow as the "o" in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But they'll never be good to you
Or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
You were phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic
and as hollow as the "o" in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But they'll never be good to you
Or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
This isn't me I'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy
playing the suicide king
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:05 am
Since when was this game called Angstoake? Time for some fun, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah style. And dedicated, of course, to my loving boyfriend, Frostbite.
Blue, you radiant blue
I don't know how you can stand next to me
You, you talk like a noose
And only confuse my perplexity
Now that I'm so sad and not quite right
I could dance all night
I could dance all night
Shed your rattle-snake skin
And become a part of society
Wait on down the highway
To see how far I'll come a r-run a-run run running
All that we had salvaged from the fire
Was a waste of time
What a waste of time
Should I trust all the rust that's on TV
I guess with some distste I disagree
With quite a fashionable dispassion for
The dispossessed under-stressed
gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
And I don't care if you don't like or just don't see
Now that we fattened the cow
And set out to plow unknown enemies
"Wow!" shouts the startled crowd,
"How now did you see what I did see?"
The ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies
And it looks so nice
Gee, it looks so nice
Shout, just let it on out
Confusion becomes a philosophy
Down, we're reaching the town where we
Don't have to stand around and look
Over our shoulders
Hell I never knew was what we made it
Let's just take it slow in thie home on ice
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:13 am
I don't think I need to say who this goes out to...
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
(Running through my head)
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
(Running through my head)
This is not enough
I'm in serious s**t, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?
I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free
Nobody else so we can be free
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
(Running through my head)
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
(All the things she said)
This is not enough
Ya Soshla S Uma - Ma!
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
This is not enough
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said, she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind
Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
This is not enough
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said
All the things she said.
whee
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