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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 4:44 am
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The Smiths Cemetary GatesA dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now? with the loves and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died seems so unfair and I want to cry You say: "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but I've read well, and I've heard them said a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own don't plagiarise or take "on loans" there's always someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall You say: "ere long done do does did" words which could only be your own and then you then produce the text from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804 A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy and I meet you at the cemetery gates Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted and I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:15 am
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WHY IS THIS SONG SO ADDICTING?! gonk
Savage Garden The Animal SongWhen superstars and cannonballs are running through your head the television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far I've got to break away So take my hand now Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet I've been having difficulties keeping to myself Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide Compassion in the jungle Compassion in your hands Would you like to make a run for it Would you like to take my hand Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet Sometimes this life can get you down It's so confusing There's so many rules to follow And I feel it 'Cause I just run away in my mind When Superstars and cannonballs are running through your head Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie Which one is more human There's a thought, now you decide Compassion in the jungle Compassion in your hands Would you like to make a run for it Would you like to take my hand Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle With the wind in my hair!
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:11 pm
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Lady GaGa Beautiful, Dirty, RichBeautiful, dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty Beautiful dirty rich (Dirty dirty rich dirty dirty rich beautiful Beautiful and dirty dirty rich rich dirty) We got a redlight Pornographic dance fight Systematic, honey But we go no money Our hair is perfect While were all getting s**t wrecked It's automatic, honey But we got no money Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich (2x) We live a cute life Sound fanatic, pants tight Tighter than plastic, honey But we got no money We do the dance right We got it made like Ice cream topped with honey But we got no money Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich (2x) A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich (2x) Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich (2x) Bang bang (2x)
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 7:19 pm
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I don't know how to feel about this. sad [me too.]
Rise Against Swing Life AwayAm I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost? I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing life away, We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow I've got some friends, some that I hardly know But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go We live on front porches and swing life away, We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing life away, We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand Swing life away [x4]
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 1:33 am
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Trading Yesterday Under My SkinShadow days come to haunt me here To wrap around me Dark and cold to hide the sunlight from my eyes I can not see beyond these clouds surrounding I will not forget that this is not the end Under my skin Under these scars Take me again Tear me apart Cause I wanna see Everything you are Til all that's left Is not myself This is life every second here Gripping tighter Empty praise to all the things I fear inside But I know that you will rise up from these ashes Tomorrow will be the light that guides me Under my skin Under these scars Take me again Tear me apart Cause I wanna see Everything you are Til all that's left Is not myself Take away everything Burn away all of me As I break I believe You will come to rescue Under my skin Under these scars Take me again Tear me apart Cause I wanna see Everything you are Til all that's left Is not myself Under my skin Under these scars Take me again Tear me apart Cause I wanna see Everything you are Til all that's left Is not myself Take away everything Burn away all of me As I break I believe You will come to rescue
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:00 pm
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NogginDew Co-De got me addicted to this song today by posting a thread about it in Project Friendship. I'm completely addicted to it. It's so fun and dancey-hip-hop-ey. Omigosh. x .x;
I know! This song is so much fun! Let me help you with those lyrics though dariln'!
Quote: Move your hips, do your thang Get off the wall, don't matter what they think From your fingertips, to your toes You know you hot, so let everybody know Gotta take it low, to the floor From The Hills to the streets of the ghetto Hips don't lie, so move 'em up We ain't goin' stop, till we see everybody's bottoms up Bottoms up [x3] Bottoms up [x3] Bottoms up [x3] ("Bottoms up, y'all!") Bottoms up [x3] Miss KeKe P, looking extra glossy Gotta rep yo' style, lookin' extra flossy"I'm bossy!" But I keeps it cute Wit my stunner shades on and a tree in my bootsI got the Chi-Town swagga and I rocks it full "Yes, Mudville!" baby, we don't take no bull We keep it rockin' when we move our hips Do that old school strut then we make it dipMove your hips, do your thang Get off the wall, don't matter what they think From your fingertips, to your toes You know you hot, so let everybody know Gotta take it low, to the floor From The Hills to the streets of the ghetto Hips don't lie, so move 'em up We ain't goin' stop, till we see everybody's bottoms up Bottoms up [x3] Bottoms up [x3] ("Get your bottom's up!") Bottoms up [x3] ("What'cha say?!") Bottoms up [x3] Keep it movin', man. Make it poppin', man I'll be on the move, Gotta catch me when you canMight see my face on the movie screen Hypnotize you, frame by frame, scene by scene Staying fly while I keep it fresh Only thirteen- and I ain't even close yet Sittin' back, saying "This a hit!" While you switch side to side, and move your hipsYou got some swagger? Better let 'em know You got some swagger, better let it show ("Swagger, Hey!") Take ya swagga wit ya to the A, and run it back up to The BayNow bob your head, then look away [x3] Now bob your head, then look away [x3] Move your hips, do your thang Get off the wall, don't matter what they think From your fingertips, to your toes You know you hot, so let everybody know Gotta take it low, to the floor From The Hills to the streets of the ghetto Hips don't lie, so move 'em up We ain't gon' stop, till we see everybody's bottoms up Bottoms up [x3] Bottoms up [x3] Bottoms up [x3] Bottoms up [x3] You got some swagger? Better let 'em know You got some swagger, better let it show Take ya swagga wit ya to the A, and run it back up to The BayNow bob your head, then look away [x3] Now bob your head, then look away [x3] "This Miss Keke P, rocin' the M-I-C"
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 6:44 am
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This is a song by the bassist/keyboardist in my band - they recorded it a month or so back. It's a cool song, I like it.
Castle Town Convicts CaptainWe stand together at the bow looking forward Which direction I don't know I don't know why I don't know how what we just heard Is not where we're supposed to go Can't stand the wind around my face above the surface But underground I'm paranoid I'd rather be in empty space while the earth is Sinking in that deep black void How did we get here I don't remember ever surrendering How did we get here I don't remember falling Captain Captain I don't know what happened But the waters are above us and the sky is beneath How long till solid ground is under our feet I can't see anything anymore And like a sailor that longs for the shore Desperate for arrival with every stroke Captain keep us afloat I spin in circles on the deck with my hands up Trying to catch all my spare time My mind is mapping out a way to have enough Until the lighthouse is in sight How did we get here I don't remember ever surrendering How did we get here I don't remember falling Captain Captain I don't know what happened But the waters are above us and the sky is beneath How long till solid ground is under our feet I can't see anything anymore And like a sailor that longs for the shore Desperate for arrival with every stroke Captain keep us afloat I'm gasping for air It burns my throat Oh captain, my captain keep us afloat I'm sinking down slowly Of time I've lost track Oh captain this sailor just wants to make it back I want to make it back Captain Captain I don't know what happened But the waters are above us and the sky is beneath How long till solid ground is under our feet I can't see anything anymore And like a sailor that longs for the shore Desperate for arrival with every stroke Captain keep us afloat
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 5:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 7:28 pm
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Sparks Everybody's StupidYou fell for me, I fell for you You think I'm great, I think you're good and that's enough to prove the point once more Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure Everybody's stupid, that's for sure I light my filter, then reverse it And burn a mouth that's weak on verbs and nouns and nouns but I'm not sore Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (repeat) I traded you for Jean and Myra I traded them for the Mormon Choir Now I got some music and the Lord And I'm feeling dumber than before (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure (Oh yeah) Everybody's stupid, that's for sure Everybody's stupid, that's for sure
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:21 pm
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The Cardigans Erase and RewindListenHey, what did you hear me say? You know the difference it makes What did you hear me say? Yes, I said it's fine beforeBut- I don't think so no moreI said it's fine before I've changed my mind, I take it backErase and rewind 'Cause I've been changing my mind Erase and Rewind'Cause I've been changing my mind I've changed my mindSo where did you see me go? It's not the right way, you know Where did you see me go? No, it's not that I don't know I just don't want it to grow It's not that I don't know I've changed my mind, I take it back Erase and rewind 'Cause I've been changing my mind Erase and Rewind 'Cause I've been changing my mind I've changed my mind
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 2:37 am
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Afro Celt Sound System EireannAn gcuirfea fios orm (Would you search me out) Am mbeadh aithne gat orm (Would you recognize me) M’uisci, croi gach crann (My waters, the heart of every tree) An gcuirfea fios orm (Would you look for me) N’na Kandje...barika...sondon baya gbelemande...ah... Ikan soron kanke djede wolodi...barika bilatomandi ha Kiyensoron de kan n’ke Diede wolodi...dununya...sodon baya gbelemande Eh nana Kandje fiye dinyesa Chuiris cros I lar an bhothair dom (You placed a sign on the road to guide me) Lamh na gcarad in am a ghatair dom (A hand of friendship in a time of need) Feach doimhin isteach id shuile gorm (I look deep into your blue eyes) Eireann, Eireann (Ireland, Ireland)
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 5:57 pm
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Reverend Horton Heat Where in the Hell Did You Go with my Toothbrush?You didn't leave a bar of soap when you left me. You didn't even leave a towel so I could dry my face. You didn't even leave a plate for me to eat on. But you left all my empty beer cans all over the place. You didn't leave my precious black and white TV set. You took the Jimi Hendrix poster that was on my door. You left with my very best friend - our dog Smokey. But I found all the unpaid bills on the kitchen floor. And where in the hell did you go with my toothbrush? And where in the hell did you happen to spend last night? You didn't leave a bar of soap when you left me. And you didn't even tell me they was turning out the lights. -- Guitar solo -- You didn't leave my little five dollar alarm clock. You didn't even leave a note; I guess it's all been said. You didn't even leave the cushions for the sofa. And now that I'm used to the couch, you left the bed. And where in the hell did you go with my toothbrush? And where in the hell have you been for the last three days? You didn't leave a bar of soap when you left me. And you didn't stick around to see the teardrops on my face.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 7:12 am
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MUTEMATH TypicalCome on, can’t I dream for one day There’s nothing that can’t be done But how long should it take somebody Before they can be someone ‘Cause I know there’s got to be another level Somewhere closer to the other side And I’m feeling like it’s now or never Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical I’ve lived through my share of misfortune And I’ve worked in the blazing sun But how long should it take somebody Before they can be someone Cause I know there’s got to be another level Somewhere closer to the other side And I’m feeling like it’s now or never Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical, the typical Can I break the spell of the typical Because it’s dragging me down I’d like to know about when When does it all turn around I'm just the typical I'm just the typical Yeah I know there’s got to be another level Somewhere closer to the other side And I’m feeling like it’s now or never Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical, the typical Can I break the spell Of the typical Of the typical I'm just the typical I'm just the typical I'm just the typical I'm just the typical
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 3:26 pm
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Delta Goodrem Brave FacePut your brave face on The one you wore when you stole my heart Won't you hold my hand We'll jump together into anything that could possibly happen 'Cause we're still so young Ask me to dance in this hotel room Then let's get out of here And hit the airport with nothing but a carry-on between us You take my over analyse away It's you and me against the world today Feels like I'm running with my high heels on And they're chasing us waiting for it to all go wrong You're my umbrella against their sticks and stones As long as we keep smiling they'll never know Put your brave face on Put your brave face on It's clear blue skies Flying thirty thousand feet above No one can touch us 'cause we're so in love Look into my eyes, meet me there, don't look down Feels like I'm running with my high heels on And they're chasing us waiting for it to all go wrong You're my umbrella against their sticks and stones As long as we keep smiling they'll never know Put your brave face on Put your brave face on Put your brave face on Put your brave face on You take my over analyse away It's you and me against the world today Feels like I'm running with my high heels on And they're chasing us waiting for it all to go wrong You're my umbrella against their sticks and stones As long as we keep smiling they'll never know Put your brave face on Put your brave face on Put your brave face on Put your brave face on
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 3:33 pm
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Brandi Carlile Pride and JoyThe time of day I can't recall. The kind of thing that takes a toll. Over years and over time Over smiles and over wine. All in all, it wasn't bad. All in all, it wasn't good, but I still care. That's the problem with the days. They're never long enough to say What it is you never said All the books you never read. Throw myself into the wind Hoping somebody might pick me up and carry me again. Where are you now? Do you let me down? Do you make me grieve for you? Do I make you proud? Do you get me now? Am I your pride and joy? I believe this to be true. There's nothing sacred, nothing new. No one tells you when it's time. There are no warnings, only signs. And you know that you're alone, Not a child any more, but you're still scared. All your mountains turn to rocks. All your oceans turn to drops. They are nothing like you thought. You can't be something you are not. Life is not a looking glass. Don't get tangled in your past Like I am learning not to. Where are you now? Do you let me down? Do you make me grieve for you? Do I make you proud? Do you get me now? Am I your pride and joy?
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