Currently, from Degausser by Brand New off the album The Devil and God are Raging Inside of Me:

Take me, take me, back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say, I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in

When we were made, we were set apart
A life is a test and I get that much
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming...

And I'm brainless
Which means I'm headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less
Like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseidon, Westside beside'em, chest high and rising
Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot
Lucky they make it flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David Blaine
Make it rain
Make a boat
I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again..(Westside)

"Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one"

-Yellowcard

I like the lyrics to Miss Black America's 'Talk Hard', especially the line "Fourteen long years of school and all I learned was to fail..." because thats something I could relate to!

Now after all these years you are at last opening was it worth all that war just to win
So caught up in the speed of the days in your sin
Don't forget how the story begins no
Don't forget now.
-Patrick Wolf, Overture

The boy in the bubble and the baby with the baboon heart! Paul Simon

And we will burn the fleet,
We can never go home;
It's on to victory or under ground.
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around.


-burn the fleet by Thrice

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or a dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops with me

currently;

sweetest girl by wyclef jean

Closed legs don’t get fed, go out there and make my bread
All you wanna know is where my money at?
She ended up in a roll call, bruised up, scarred hard
All you wanna know is where my money at?
She thought he’d call

thats my favorite lyric of the whole song

Right now, I'm really digging these lyrics. There incredible and when Ms. Billie Holiday sings it she bleeds into the song. I love it, its so much emotion. Real good stuff.

Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

By: Lewis allen Song by: Billie Holiday