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12-12-2009, 08:10 PM
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"Closing Time" Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the we'eds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole da'mn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole da'mn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the we'eds of sex. 
    
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12-12-2009, 11:01 PM
Shimmer by Fuel She calls me from the cold Just when I was low, feeling short of stable And all that she intends And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label She says she's ashamed Can she take me for a while And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past But maybe I'm not able and I break at the bend We're here and now, but will we ever be again 'Cause I have found All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade... Away...again She dreams a champagne dream Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper Lavender and cream Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her She says that love is for fools who fall behind I'm somewhere in between I never really know a killer from a savior 'Til I break at the bend It's too far away for me to hold It's too far away... Guess I'll let it go
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12-13-2009, 03:31 AM
"New Slang" The Shins Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. I was happier then with no mind-set. And if you'd 'a took to me like A gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, Never should have called But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. And if you'd 'a took to me like A gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree And i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.  John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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12-13-2009, 05:29 AM
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Pus.sycat dolls: Why you talking all that talk Who you trying to impress Think you better check your style That might have worked before but I ain't having it Show me that you got the touch Hear the words that I don't say Gotta read between the lines You gotta learn this song Cause I wanna be played like a sweet guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played like a violin Make the strings talk with your finger tips Never go to fast Gotta understand The way I need to be played It's not about the way you roll Your making it too obvious Try to be original You gotta learn me Don't be in such a rush I can be your symphony Listen to me all night long If you give me what I need I could be your favorite song I wanna be played like a sweet guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played like a violin Make the strings talk with your finger tips Never go to fast Gotta understand The way I need to be played Played Make it just like that Come on do it again Played We're going to get this right Even if it takes all night Oooh Yeah Do you feel me? That's right Take it nice and slow I wanna be played like a sweet guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played like a violin Make the strings talk with your finger tips Never go to fast Gotta understand The way I need to be played Played like a sweet guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played Like a violin Make the strings talk with your finger tips... I love that song! Makes me so blue.
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12-18-2009, 06:47 PM
Understand-Nickasaur!
I understand that you don't understand Everything I touch Seems to get out of hand If you want space I guess I'll fly to the moon Then fall back to California 25 after noon I'm kind of amused That you're kind of confused Who was being accused Of being excused I'm sorry if apologies Don't mean anything to you I understand that you don't understand What I'm feeling inside Isn't visible I'll try and I'll try And I'll try again But no matter what I do I won't be visible To you, for you I'll pack my bags and I'll never look back To you, for you I'll put the pedal to the medal Down highway 405 I understand that you don't understand Everything I touch Seems to get out of hand If you want space I guess I'll fly to the moon Then fall back to California 25 after noon I'm kind of amused That you're kind of confused Who was being accused Of being excused I'm sorry if apologies Don't mean anything to you Everything I touch Seems to get out of hand Everything I imagined Didn't go as planned I wanted some velvet But got some cotton These cold winter nights Should be forgotten But you, only you Could hold me back But you, only you Could manage to keep your head up Only you But you I understand That you don't understand Everything I touch Seems to get out of hand If you want space I guess i'll fly to the moon Then fall back to California 25 after noon I'm kind of amused That you're kind of confused Who was being accused Of being excused I'm sorry if apologies Don't mean anything to you I understand That you don't understand Everything I touch Seems to get out of hand If you want space I guess i'll fly to the moon Then fall back to California 25 after noon I'm kind of amused That you're kind of confused Who was being accused Of being excused I'm sorry if apologies Don't mean anything to you... STAND.OUT  Avii byy: xXGrimReaperXx SiggyDoll Byy: Muffin_Loverr
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12-19-2009, 05:50 PM
Panic!At The Disco-Time To Dance Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor Just for the attention Cause that's just ridiculous...ly odd. Well, she sure is going to get it Here's the setting Fashion magazines line the walls now The walls line the bullet holes Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no! You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger All wrong Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no! You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger All wrong Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break! When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding" "Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding" She didn't choose this role But she'll play it and make it sincere So you cry, you cry (Give me a break) But they believe it from the tears And the teeth right down to the blood At her feet Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams (Give me a break) Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no! You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger All wrong Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no! You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger All wrong Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op... Come on Come on This is screaming This is screaming This is screaming "Photo op." Boys will be boys, baby Boys will be boys Boys will be boys, baby Boys will be boys Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break! When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding" "Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding" Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
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12-20-2009, 10:24 PM
"I Am the Walrus" The Beatles I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly I'm crying Sitting on a cornflake Waiting for the van to come Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday Man you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long I am the eggman they are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Mr. city policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row See how they fly like Lucy in the sky See how they run I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying Yellow matter custard Dripping from a dead dog's eye Crabalocker fishwife ****ographic priestess Boy, you've been a naughty girl you let your knickers down I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun If the sun don't come you get a tan from standing in the English rain I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Expert, texpert choking smokers don't you think the joker laughs at you See how they smile like pigs in a sty See how they snide I'm crying Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel tower Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Goo goo g' joob Goo goo g' goo goo goo g' joob goo juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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01-21-2010, 07:47 AM
Creature Feature- Such Horrible Things Sit Back Now Let Me Tell You A Tale Where Justice Does Not Prevail About An Ill-Fated Life So Very Full Of Strife Where Two Wrongs Do Not Make A Right So When I Was Born I Did Surely Scorn My Proud Parent's Name Then Their Lives Went Down The Drain Drove Them Insane My Birth Was A Curse I Bit The Nurse Oh, But I Love The Worst I Deserve To Be Slowly Submersed Dried Out Then Laid In A Hearse When I Was Two I Poured Super Glue Into My Fathers Hair As He Sat Unaware In His Arm Chair Much To *His* Dismay Had To Cut It All Away Oh, But It Felt Great I Deserve To Cut And Filleted Then Tossed About In Disarray Until The Pieces Melt Away I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems *Not Quite What He Seems* Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems When I Was Four I'd Wait By The Door With A Knife In My Hand And A Most Devious Plan It Would Be Quite Grand As The Mail Fell Through The Slot The Sharp Edge He Got Oh, But I Love The Thought I Deserve To Be Tied In A Knot Broken Bones And Blood Clots When I Was Six I Used To Trick The Next Door Neighbors Son In The Woods We Would Run Time For Fun Hide N Seek Has A Cost He Would Be Forever Lost Oh, But I Love To Scoff I Deserve To Have My Head Lopped Off Hidden And Covered In Moss Until This Memory's Forgot I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems *Not Quite What He Seems* Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems When I Was Eight I Used To Hate The Color Of My House So As Quiet As A Mouse I Burned It Down To The Ground When No One Was Around Oh, But I Love The Sound I Deserve To Be Put Quickly Down Rotting Six-Feet Underground When I Was Ten I Used To Pretend To Drown In The Sea Till They'd Come To Rescue Me Then Preceed To Laugh In Their Face Such A Disgrace Oh, But I Love The Taste I Deserve To Have My Brains Displaced All Over The Fireplace Until This Life Has Been Erased I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems *Not Quite What He Seems* Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems When I Was Twelve I Used To Delve Into Evil Schemes Just To Elicit Screams Boost My Self Esteem Pushed My Sister Down A Well She Just Fell Oh, But I Love To Dwell I Deserve To Roast Deep Down In Hell Where No One Can Hear Me Yell When I Was Fourteen Nothing Much Happened Well There Was That One Time I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems *Not Quite What He Seems* Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems When I Was Sixteen Life Was Frightening My Brother Was Quite Dull So With Laughter In My Skull Pushed Him In A Hole Then Buried Him Alive He Barely Survived Oh, But I Love The Cries I Deserve To Be Battered And Fried In An Electric Chair That's Set On High Now That I'm Eighteen I Still Hate Things From This Padded Cell I Call My Home No Friends, No Phone No Life To Call My Own Here I Will Lie Until The Very Day I Die Until My Blood Begins To Dry And I Return To The Darkness From Whence I Came So I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell I'm Exactly What I Seem
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01-21-2010, 10:52 PM
"Color of the Wind" Disney's Pocahontas You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know ... You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew you never knew Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And for once, never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind You can own the Earth and still All you'll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind [I'm a Pocahontas nerd XD] John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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01-22-2010, 03:19 PM
We Are Broken - Paramore I am outside And I've been waiting for the sun With my wide eyes I've seen worlds that don't belong My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize Tell me why we live like this Keep me safe inside Your arms like towers Tower over me Yeah Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence And all the promise we adored Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole Lock the doors Cause I like to capture this voice You came to me tonight So everyone will have a choice And under red lights I'll show myself it wasn't forged We're at war We live like this Keep me safe inside Your arms like towers Tower over me Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence And all the promise we adored Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole Tower over me Tower over me And I'll take the truth at any cost Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence And all the promise we adored Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
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