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 Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:20 pm
Post some random lyrics here, lawlz. No point - just for fun. And I guess music sharing. :b
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:25 pm
Broken Social Scene - "I'm Still Your f**"
Heard about your wife and kids where we slept
Felt their mouths with stitches at that were slowly lit
Kept your uniform this time because I couldn't quit
Haven't felt the ground so cold without getting sick
And I'm still your f**
I'm still your f**
It's a possibility to live without lips
Kleenex love to fill right up with all the broken kids
I swore I drank your piss that night to see if I could live
But my wrists couldn't stand the life that we missed
And I'm still your f**
I'm still your f**
You're only coming out because you came back in
You're only coming out cause you came back in
I'm still your f**
I'm still your f**
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:48 pm
Okkervil River - "Black"
I’m coming into your town.
Night is falling to the ground,
but I can still see where you loved yourself
before he tore it all down. April 12th,
with nobody else around; you were outside the house
(where’s your mother)
when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road.
And I can still see where it was open,
the door he slammed closed.
It was open, the door he slammed closed.
It was open, long ago.
But don’t lose me now, don’t lose me now.
Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow,
just let me stick around while I tell you, like before,
you should say his name the way that he said yours.
But you don't want to say his name anymore.
Oh, Cynda Moore.
Baby daughter on the road,
you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
And I can still see the cigarette’s heat.
I can’t believe all that you're telling me,
what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth as you’re telling me “forget it.”
But if I could tear his throat,
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name out for good, don’t you know that I would?
Don't you realize that I wouldn’t pause,
that I would cut him down with my claws
if I could have somehow never let that happen?
Or I’d call, some black ******** up his new life where they don’t know what he did,
tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.
Though I tell you, like before,
that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
you want no part of his life anymore.
Oh Cynda Moore.
don’t lose me now, let me help you out.
Though I know that I can’t help anyhow,
when I watch you I’m proud.
When I tell you twice before
that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
you want no part of his life anymore.
oh Cyna Moore.
And it’ll never be the way it was before,
but I wish that you would let me through that door.
Let me through that door.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:52 pm
Jesus crap, I'm so freaking bored out of my mind. mmm. [listens to sad songs] x_x;
Damien Rice - "9 Crimes"
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what i do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And i've got no exuse
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it how am i supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what i do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
but she's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no exuse
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it how am i supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
No...
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 12:15 am
Sufjan Stevens - "Romulus"
Once when our mother called
She had a voice of last year's cough
We passed around the phone
Sharing a word about Oregon
When my turn came, I was ashamed
When my turn came, I was ashamed
Once when we moved away
She came to Romulus for a day
Her Chevrolet broke down
We prayed it'd never be fixed or found
We touched her hair, we touched her hair
We touched her hair, we touched her hair
When she had her last child
Once when she had some boyfriends, some wild
She moved away quite far
Our grandpa bought us a new VCR
We watched it all night, but grew up in spite of it
We watched it all night, but grew up in spite of it
We saw her once last fall
Our grandpa died in a hospital gown
She didn't seem to care
She smoked in her room and colored her hair
And I was ashamed of her
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:02 pm
"Beautiful Child" by Rufus Wainwright_______
When I am older than all these goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still
Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child again
When I have finally found my room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib excited with noise
Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
And when there's nothing to gain
Or bring me pain or pin the blame
On you or myself
And when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burning crosses
God's twilight and all
How I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:11 pm
"Birthday Cake" by Cibo Matto_______
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is sweet!
Yes, I'm cooking for my son and his wife
It's his thirtieth birthday
Pour berries into my bowl
Add milk of two months ago
'It's moldy mom, isn't it?'
I don't give a flying ******** though
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is sweet!
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is sweet!
It's food nouveau
It's food nouveau
It's the shape of love
Beat it! Beat it up!
Beat it! Beat it up!
Extra sugar, extra salt
Extra oil and MSG
Extra sugar, extra salt
Extra oil and MSG
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is sweet!
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is sweet!
You were born in the sixties
We made a war with the Vietnamese
We loved LSD, we died easily
Can we just say c'est la vie?
So what! Say what! For your own sake
Do you have a headache or heartbreak?
Are you made or broken by the birthday cake?
You may be slow on the uptake
I pour pot in the birthday cake
So what! Say what! For my own sake
Watch out yo! Here I come yo!
I'm gonna change to a rattlesnake
Turn up the TV! Do you agree?
Yeah, I'm talking turkey take it from me
I'm gonna show my love for my dove
'But it's moldy, mom, isn't it?'
Extra sugar, extra salt
Extra oil and MSG
Extra sugar, extra salt
Extra oil and MSG
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is sweet!
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit!
Shut up and eat!
You know my love is very sweet!
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:15 pm
"Baby Love Child" by Pizzicato Five_______
When I see you alone,
I see what's in your mind.
You love me yes you do,
you don't need to tell me.
I know you love me most,
no one else take my place.
You need me, yes you do.
Forever, and ever.
When we kiss,
I see what's in your heart.
You love me yes you do,
you don't need to tell me.
I know you love me most,
no one else take my place.
You need me, you do.
Forever, and ever.
We are in love, baby love child
I take you so high, groovy love child
Give me a kiss, baby love child
Do it again
Attention adults
We are in bed at night,
I can see what you want.
You want me yes you do,
aishiteimasu.
I know how you feel,
you have all of my heart.
I give you myself.
Forever and ever
We are in love, baby love child
I take you so high, groovy love child
Give me a kiss, baby love child
Do it again
Attention adults
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:55 pm
Bad Brains - Sailin' On
You don't want me anymore
so I'll just walk right out the door
played a game right from the start
I trust you, you used me
and now my heart is torn apart.
So I'm saliln', well I'm sailin' on
Well I'm movin', hey I'm movin' on
Sail on
Sail on
Try to see if I'll give up
But there wasn't any luck
it's a fact, fact of life
That's the games, games of strife
Everything is all in stride
So I'm saliln', well I'm sailin' on
Well I'm movin', hey I'm movin' on
Sail on
Sail on
There's too many years, with too many tears
and too many days with nothing to say
and how will we know
when there's nowhere to grow
and what's the facts for life to show
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:20 pm
Bad Brains - At the Movies
Here's to the maker
the film double taker
illusion type faker.
guarantedd shaker.
paravision viewer.
or it just may seem
Lost the real scope of life.
the hope of life.
to cope with life.
and found it on the screen
And now many times
have we heard that line
Do you think I'm blind
to trade my mind.
for what you call fine.
Never in my time
I'm not in your movie.
Hey,what can it be
on the big white screen
hey, how can you see
you're livin' in a 3D
I guess you think you're at the movies somewhere
I guess you think you're at the movies somewhere
Stale popcorn
don't stand in your chair
Stale popcorn
don't stand in your chair
A child is influenced
by the make believe
To take advantaged of this truth
is cold hearted sin
So I say to the youth right now.
Don't sway to the unjust
No matter what they say.
Never give in
Never give in.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 9:08 pm
Boom boom boom.
I want you in my room.
To spend the night together.
From now until forever.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 8:38 pm
Lupe Fiasco - Kick Push
Uh, what up y'all!
Soundtrack what's popping baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representing that first and fifteen
Jyea, uh!
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grinding
You know what I'm saying?
Legally and illegally
Hahaha..
You know what I'm talking about?
So, check it out
[Verse 1]
First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter of fact first time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip
And bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like THISSSSS
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit there was something in the air
Yea, he said it was something so appealing
He couldn't fight the feeling
Something about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, just the first kickflip he land it
Uh, labeled a misfit, a bandit
Kakunk Kakunk Kakunk!
His neighbors couldn't stand it so
He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop 'til after dark
Yea, when they said, "It's getting late in here..
...so I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"
[Chorus]
And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away he rolled
Just a rebel to the world with no place to go
And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel
Looking for a place to be
So let's kick...and push...and coast
[Verse 2]
My man got a little older
Became a better roller
Yea, no helmet, hellbent on killing himself
That's what his mama said, but he was feeling himself
Got a little more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend she was clapping in the crowd
Love is what what was happening to him now
Uh, he said I would marry you
But I'm engaged to these arials and variels
And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two
She said Bow, I weigh 120 pounds
Now, let me make one thing clear
I don't need to ride yours
I got mine right here
So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Something odd in the apartment parking lot
She said I don't normally take dates in here
Security came and said, "I'm sorry there's no skating here"
[Chorus]
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away they rolled
Just lovers intertwined with no place to go
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel
Looking for a place to be
So let's kick...and push...and coast
[Verse 3]
Before he knew he had a crew
That wasn't no punk
And they spitfire shirts
And SB dunks
They would push 'til they couldn't skate no more
Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
Any escape route they used to escape out
When things got crazy
They needed to break out
They head to any place with stairs
Any good grinds
The world was theirs
Uh, and their four wheels would take them there
Until the cops came and said, "There's no skating here"
[Chorus]
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
And away they rolled
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
So come roll with me
Just a rebel
Looking for a place to be
So let's kick...and push...and coast
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 12:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:14 pm
Sufjan Stevens - "Chicago"
I fell in love again
all things go, all things go
drove to Chicago
all things know, all things know
we sold our clothes to the state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go
I drove to New York
in the van, with my friend
we slept in parking lots
I don't mind, I don't mind
I was in love with the place
in my mind, in my mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go
if I was crying
in the van, with my friend
it was for freedom
from myself and from the land
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
(I made a lot of mistakes)
all things know, all things know
(I made a lot of mistakes)
you had to find it
(I made a lot of mistakes)
all things go, all things go
(I made a lot of mistakes)
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:16 pm
Sufjan Stevens - "No Man's Land"
Up in the highest of heights
O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours; this land is mine.
I see the Captain in red,
and Cairo at his head.
This land is yours; this land is mine.
The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
from the floor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand
takes what it can, ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
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