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Yea, they're what you said they are but I like to put them under shit.
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ok thanks. i don't really like them much either, just slit my wrist and i don't care mother****er i don't care
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Oh, I had some great arguments with this kid in Spanish.
He looked up Slipknot lyrics to try and prove to me that they were more talented songwriters than Drew from CTTS. |
no that was nathan. i looked up motley crue and metallica
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Oh, much more convincing :rolleyes:
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Haha, yes.
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like iv said for a while, i really don't care what you guys think, because in my opinion, im right, and trying to prove ctts is better is "funny AND pathetic"
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and even if you think motley crue doesn't, what about metallica
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James wrote three spectacular themed albums Ride the Lightning, Master of Puppets, and ...And Justice For All. |
Still not better than CTTS.
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When I get high
I get high on speed Top fuel funny car's A drug for me My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Always got the cops Coming after me Custom built bike doing 103 My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Ooh, are you ready girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Ooh, yeah Kickstart my heart Give it a start Ooh, yeah, baby Ooh, yeah Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Ooh, yeah, baby Skydive naked From an aeroplane Or a lady with a Body from outerspace My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Say I got trouble Trouble in my eyes I'm just looking for Another good time My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Ooh, are you ready girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Ooh, yeah Kickstart my heart Give it a start Ooh, yeah, baby Ooh, yeah Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Ooh, yeah, baby When we started this band All we needed, needed was a laugh Years gone by... I'd say we've kicked some ass When I'm enraged Or hittin' the stage Adrenaline rushing Through my veins And I'd say we're still kickin' ass Ooo, ahh, kickstart my heart Hope it never stops And to think, we did all of this... To rock Kickstart my heart You say our love Is like dynamite Open your eyes 'Cause it's like fire and ice Well you're killing me Your love's a guillotine Why don't you just set me free [Chorus:] Too young to fall in love Run for the hills We're both sinners and saints Not a woman, but a whore I can just taste the hate Well now I'm killing you Watch your face turning blue Not yet a man Just a punk in the street [Chorus:] [Solo:] You say our love Is like dynamite Well its no surprise Cause you've got one-way eyes Well you're killing me Your love's a guillotine Not yet a man Just a punk in the street 9. Knock 'Em Dead Kid In the heat of the night You went and blackened my eyes Well now I'm back I'm back I'm back And I'm coming your way Well now I'm supercharged Might just explode in your face I'm black I'm black I'm black And I'm primed for hate [Chorus:] Knock 'em dead, kid (Knock 'em dead!) Knock 'em dead, kid (Knock 'em dead!) The blade is red, kid (Knock 'em dead!) Knock 'em dead, kid (Knock 'em dead!) A star-spangled fight Heard a steel-belted scream Now I'm black, I'm black, I'm black Another sidewalk's bloody dream I heard the sirens whine My blood turned to freeze You'll see the red in my eyes As you take my disease [Chorus:] [Solo:] [Chorus:] Knock 'em Knock'em Knock 'em Dead...............[scream] Knock'em dead kid |
just to show a few
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Exactly. Horrible.
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maybe to you, but i wasn't exactly trying to show you. and if your smart, you can tell there are real life experiances behind the lyrics.
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Crowquill: Circle takes the Square
Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep. There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem. Until the will to speak loses urgency. Our animal indecency in print is so blase. Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour. Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire. Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung. Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole, or the way my body barely pricks the sky, the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood that's passed through my longing veins, scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need. Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you can't see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest. Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure my bough never breaks I don't stumble into anything so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found but its all so contrived. My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page. A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you, black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure. A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble", as base as a bridge in a song and less like the poem that I promised you. Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat on sidewalks in white outlined chalk, all I've got is this ink smeared lines. With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody. Same Shade as Concrete: Circle Takes the Square Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born. Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture, and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm. A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky. Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer. Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song. Shaper, stop the music. Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures. With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth. Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb. As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore. Then the only movement and the last remains of grace: Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly. A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade... in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete. Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs. There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell on the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending. There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete. Let the flood swell. Just to show a few. By the way, your lyrics proved nothing besides my point. |
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okay in crowquill it seems like the lyrics kind of jump around a lot. and in my opinion, yours shows my point.
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Hair Metal is notorious for bad lyrics and Emo is notorious for good lyrics. And how dare you say that about crowquill that song single handedly owns Motlley Crue.
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i just love the generalizations. and heres some more lyrics that are better than ctts |
End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction Taste me you will see more is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Needlework the way, never you betray life of death becoming clearer Pain monopoly, ritual misery chop your breakfast on a mirror Taste me you will see more is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after? Master, Master, You promised only lies Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries Hell is worth all that, natural habitat just a rhyme without a reason Neverending maze, drift on numbered days now your life is out of season I will occupy I will help you die I will run through you Now I rule you too Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be a servant `til I fall Soldier boy, made of clay now an empty shell twenty one, only son but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care just do as we say finished here, Greeting Death he's yours to take away Back to the front you will do what I say, when I say Back to the front you will die when I say, you must die Back to the front you coward you servant you blindman Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends bodies fill the fields I see the slaughter never ends Soldier boy, made of clay now an empty shell twenty one, only son but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care just do as we say finished here, Greeting Death he's yours to take away Back to the front you will do what I say, when I say Back to the front you will die when I say, you must die Back to the front you coward you servant you blindman Why, Am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, Hell is here I was born for dying Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say had no chance to see myself, molded day by day Looking back I realize, nothing have I done left to die with only friend Alone I clench my gun Soldier boy, made of clay now an empty shell twenty one, only son but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care just do as we say finished here, Greeting Death he's yours to take away Back to the front you will do what I say, when I say Back to the front you will die when I say, you must die Back to the front you coward you servant you blindman Back to the front. Hey I'm your life I'm the one who takes you there Hey I'm your life I'm the one who cares They They betray I'm your only true friend now They They'll betray I'm forever there I'm your dream, make you real I'm your eyes when you must steal I'm your pain when you can't feel Sad but true I'm your dream, mind astray I'm your eyes while you're away I'm your pain while you repay You know it's sad but true You You're my mask You're my cover, my shelter You You're my mask You're the one who's blamed Do Do my work Do my dirty work, scapegoat Do Do my deeds For you're the one who's shamed I'm your dream, make you real I'm your eyes when you must stea L I'm your pain when you can't feel Sad but true I'm your dream, mind astray I'm your eyes while you're away I'm your pain while you repay You know it's sad but true Hate I'm your hate I'm your hate when you want love Pay Pay the price Pay, for nothing's fair Hey I'm your life I'm the one who took you there Hey I'm your life And I no longer care I'm your dream, make you real I'm your eyes when you must steal I'm your pain when you can't feel Sad but true I'm your truth, telling lies I'm your reasoned alibis I'm inside open your eyes I'm you Sad But True |
Dude, people here know what they're talking about when it comes to music, and they back me. The only reason people at school backed you is because they don't know sh*t about music, just like you.
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Stop posting lyrics. You're not proving anything. By tomorrow I figure this gets locked for having excessive idiocy.
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His best argument at school was that CTTS was lame because they wear make up.
1. His favorite band is Motley Crue. 2. CTTS don't wear make-up. |
:laughing: yeah you know a lot. you said circle takes the square was more metal than motley crue and slipknot, yet ctts is hardcore which is a fusion of punk and hard rock. thats not metal alex. motley crue was heavy metal, glam metal, and arena rock. slipknot is rap metal nu metal and rap metal. and screamo is just hardcore emo, still no metal
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Motley Crue is arena rock/c*ck rock.
No metal there pal. |
Nikki Sixx (born Frank Carlton Serafino Ferranna, Jr. 11 December 1958 in San Jose, California) is the bassist for heavy/glam metal band Mötley Crüe. He has also played bass for glam metal band London, experimental band 58, and the heavy metal band Brides of Destruction.
Vince Neil (born Vincent Neil Wharton, February 8, 1961 in Hollywood, CA) is the singer for American heavy/glam metal band Mötley Crüe. Thomas Lee Bass, better known as Tommy Lee (born October 3, 1962), is an American musician, best known as the drummer for the heavy/glam metal band Mötley Crüe. Mick Mars (born Robert (Bob) Alan Deal, May 4, 1951 in Terre Haute, Indiana) is the guitar player for heavy /glam metal band Mötley Crüe |
Circle Takes the Square (often abbreviated CTTS) is a screamo/post-hardcore band from Savannah, Georgia, USA. no metal here
Mötley Crüe (pronounced as /MAHT-lee kroo/) are a popular American Heavy Metal band from Los Angeles, California. The band is made up of Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, and Vince Neil. Mötley Crüe is considered one of the most successful American bands crossing between the Glam Metal and Heavy metal genres, having sold over 41 million albums worldwide and 24 million records in the US alone. metal here |
were beyond caring
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I could find a website that says John Tesh is an alien, so what are you proving again? Wikipedia is edited by everyday people, in fact look at the wiki page, right now. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%B6tley_Cr%C3%BCe
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hey motley twit let it go
i could go on for ages about black emtal..but do i no |
eh, look at the wikipedia page now. I fixed it. heh.
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go to http://www.vinceneil.net/VinceNeilNews.html
and you'll see that they stopped wearing makeup after the 80's. shows how much you know |
I went with Prog cause I like Tool.
But if that wasn't on the list I would've went with Rap/Rock Peace |
"hey motley twit let it go
i could go on for ages about black emtal..but do i no" and do i give a ****? o and nice name by the way, twit cuts me right to the heart |
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Shows how much you know. |
no their lead singer just wears lipstick and glitter:laughing:
you really got me alex |
Oh really, he does?
Show me. |
bring up that picture we were arguing about.
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