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Full-Time Hellion
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Dosed by The Red Hot Chili Peppers as well as Under The Bridge
Granted Dosed was using drugs as metaphor for someone. And the effect was compared to heartbreak of some sort. . But till a good song I suppose. Bottom of a Bottle by Smile Empty Soul Because I was High by Afroman And that's about all I can think of at the moment.
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Boxes of cats?
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Under a bridge.
Posts: 31
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I had a friend once, he took some Acid, now he thinks he's a fire drill.
It's ok until he pisses on your lighter, kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway. Satan Satan Satan Satan Satan I had this friend once, he took some Extacy, tried to marry me and everyone in the room. He's sorta loving, kinda caring, kinda tried to fûck my lazyboy. It got a bit messy, all over the curtains, armchair covers, throwpillows and carpeting. Random Tool song.
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Boring cliched self-destruction. I think I should start doing aerobics And the rest... |
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ashes against the grain
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Heroin- The V.U
Heroin Its my wife, and its my life.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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time isn't on my side
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many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
some belong to strangers and some to folks you know holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand to beautify the foothills and shake the many hands there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds you see a lot up there but don't be scared who needs action when you got words when you're finished with the mop then you can stop and look at what you've done the plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen and the work it took was fun well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau some said it was greenland and some say mexico others decided in was nowhere except for where they stood but those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
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Unimpressed
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What you gonna do? Time's caught up with you
Now you wait your turn, you know there's no return Take your written rules, you join the other fools Turn to something new, now it's killing you First it was the bomb, Vietnam napalm Disillusioning, you push the needle in From life you escape, reality's that way Colours in your mind satisfy your time Oh you, you know you must be blind To do something like this To take the sleep that you don't know You're giving Death a kiss, Oh, little fool now Your mind is full of pleasure Your body's looking ill To you it's shallow leisure So drop the acid pill, don't stop to think now You're having a good time baby But that won't last Your mind's all full of things You're living too fast go out enjoy yourself Don't bottle it in You need someone to help you To stick the needle in, yeah Now you know the scene, your skin starts turning green Your eyes no longer seeing life's reality Push the needle in, face death's sickly grin Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground Feel your body heave, Death's hands starts to weave It's too late to turn, you don't want to learn Price of life you cry, now you're gonna die!
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Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore |
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ashes against the grain
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^ Hand of Doom, Nice.....
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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Mellifluous...
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Born in Australia, Living in New Zealand
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Apart from some RHCP songs, I love Junkhead by Alice in Chains. It is from the Dirt album, which is actually a bit of a concept album. I've bolded the lines which I particularly like, because Layne Staley pulls them off so perfectly and they're simply lyrically great. The whole album is a story about drugs:
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