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05-01-2006, 08:12 PM
tropicalz (sorry, I have to get off and I can't get the name copied): Yep, same person.
~~ Heard: Where'd you go? I miss you so. Seems like it's been forever since you've Ben gone... Actual: Where'd you go? I miss you so. Seems like it's BEEN forever since you've been gone... I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool     
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05-02-2006, 12:55 PM
My grandmother thought the first lyric to Green Day's "Basket Case" was "Do you have a dime?". Actually, it's "Do you have the time".
Watching MTV with my grandmother was weird. She wanted to know exactly what was it the Chilli Peppers were "giving away" and she compared Ricky Martin's dance style to Elvis's. ("Elvis got banned from TV for dancing like that! Now everyone dances like that!") --Captain Murphy
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05-02-2006, 06:22 PM
I was hearing these with my parents talking at the same time, and I often mishear lyrics with them blabbing
Romantic Rights-Death From Above 1979 Actual: Come here, baby. I love your company. We could do it and start a family. She was living alone unhappily. We could do it inside romanticlly. Heard: Come here, baby I love your comfy tree We could do it and start a *couldn't hear word* She was lifting A dog unhappily we could do *mumbling* *mumbling*side romanticlly New American Classic-Taking Back Sunday Real: Come untie the knot say you won't care. Heard: Come untie the knot say you *couldn't hear anything* also in the same song: There's one thing I can do nothing about Heard: There's one ding(WTF?) I can't do nutting about Take It Away-The Used Real: Burn the sun, burn the light Heard: Burn the sight, suicide The Latest Plague-From First To Last Real: Fake faces everywhere I see. Fake people looking back at me. Sit down, don't tell me where I don't belong Heard: Blank traces everywhere I see. Fake people hooking right at me(WTF?!) Sit down, don't tell me where I don't get stoned(WTF?!). ^AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGH!!! I hate it when My f-ing parents mess up Sonny Moore's beautiful, precious lyrics. 
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05-02-2006, 07:08 PM
^The first one was hilarius!Anyway,here's what my friend though Billie Joe was saying in "Holiday":
Hear the sound of the Polariad (Polaraid?!what the hell?) Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!) A shame The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs bowling out of key To a hymn called "Faith and Mystery" (Hey!) And bleed, the company lost the war to Dan (Who's Dan?) I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday Hear the drug pattern out of time Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!) To find, the money's on the other side Can I get another Amen? (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!) A gag, A matchstick bag on a monument I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday (Hey!) "The representative from California has the door" Seek out to the lesson it gets,man, (WTF?) Bombs away is your punishment Pulverize the Eiffel towers Who criticize your government Bang bang goes the broken glass man Kill all the nags that don't agree Triumph by fire, sitting buyers Is not a way that's meant for me Just cause, just cause, because we're on our gray! I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives This is our lives on Holiday OK,here's the REAL lyrics: Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!) The shame The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!) And bleed, the company lost the war today I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!) To find, the money's on the other side Can I get another Amen? (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!) A gag, A plastic bag on a monument I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday (Hey!) "The representative from California has the floor" Zieg Heil to the president gasman Bombs away is your punishment Pulverize the Eiffel towers Who criticize your government Bang bang goes the broken glass and Kill all the f*gs that don't agree Trials by fire, setting fire Is not a way that's meant for me Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah! I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives This is our lives on Holiday
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05-08-2006, 03:13 PM
Indigo Girls - Three Hits
Heard Three hits to the hard sun And it's poetry in motion. One could send you down the river Three's a strange way to be delivered. Would you trade your words of freedom? That's a quarter for a blind man Three hits to the hard sun, And it's poetry in motion. Are you leveed like a treasure? Only words can help me find you. And this world I think I'll measure, I will painfully remind you. From a wise man to your red hand To lay covered in our best sands. Three hits to the hard sun And it's poetry in motion. Well I dream you constant stranger With your best bloods and your anger You say "mother do you claim me?" "My beloved do you blame me?" Well the first two might release you But the last one sings in me son Three hits to the hard sun And it's poetry in motion Three hits to the hard sun And the last one sings in me Actual Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion. One could send you down the river Three's a strange way to be delivered. Would you trade your words for freedom? That's a barter for a blind man Three hits to the heart son, And it's poetry in motion. Are you leveed like a treasure? Only words can help me find you. And this world's a fickle measure, I will painfully remind you. From a wise man to your red hand You lay covered in our best sins. Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion. Well I dream you constant stranger With your best bloods and your anger You say "mother do you claim me?" "My beloved do you blame me?" Well the first two might release you But the last one sings in me son Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion Three hits to the heart son And the last one sings in me Indigo Girls - Nashville Heard: All those fountains Actual: All those mountains 
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09-07-2006, 06:16 PM
Fall Out Boy's "A Little Less Sixteen candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'":
Actual: Sleepin on your folk's porch again dreamin. Heard: Slipping on your bloke's lunch again dreamin.
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10-12-2006, 05:57 AM
MCR-Welcome to the Black Parade, third verse (which is a repetition of the first verse, but it's like he's yelling)
Actual: When I was a young boy My father too me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son, when You grow up Will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the d..ned?" Heard: When I was a young boy My father too me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son, when You grow up Will you be the savior of the broken, the creten, and the banned?" I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool
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