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01-01-2006, 07:46 AM
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BEERCOLA
Join Date: Jul 2005
Posts: 114
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Gotta be the HIV song by ween
(listen to it for the lyrics) or Hairless and fancy-free by the left rights You and I should save our pubic hair You and I should save our pubic hair hairless and fancy free's the way to be so Why should we leave it overgrown? doo do doo...... You and I should shave our pubic hair We sure could use the room in our underwear. You could see more tree with less leaves so Why must we leave it overgrown?
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01-01-2006, 11:04 AM
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Account Disabled
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 303
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steps and numbers - appleseed cast
Are you wishing on a star. Did you know your dreams are sold. To people who dream only of gold. They'll find a way to pull stars down. Stand there. Dance with a memory. The caption reads it's all over now. Do you feel alone in the secret. Are you standing there just weeping. Do you feel the light is gone. Is it hard to remain strong. In the face of all you know. In a world that's brought you low |
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11-26-2010, 11:20 PM
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Groupie
Join Date: Nov 2010
Posts: 1
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Favorite song lyrically
Wow, i really wanted someone to answer my own thread. My thread shouldn't of been movied here. Thanks for ruining my first post, mods.
Last edited by loL; 11-26-2010 at 11:30 PM. Reason: Mods abusing their power. :) |
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11-27-2010, 03:55 AM
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love will tear you apart
Join Date: Jun 2009
Location: Manchester, UK.
Posts: 5,107
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11-27-2010, 08:39 PM
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Groupie
Join Date: Nov 2010
Location: I live in a small town named Bolivar in Ohio. It sucks.
Posts: 5
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The River- Bruce Springsteen
I come from down in the valley
where mister when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green We'd go down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we'd ride Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle No flowers no wedding dress That night we went down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we did ride I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy Now all them things that seemed so important Well mister they vanished right into the air Now I just act like I don't remember Mary acts like she don't care But I remember us riding in my brother's car Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir At night on them banks I'd lie awake And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take Now those memories come back to haunt me they haunt me like a curse Is a dream a lie if it don't come true Or is it something worse that sends me down to the river though I know the river is dry That sends me down to the river tonight Down to the river my baby and I Oh down to the river we ride |
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11-29-2010, 11:19 AM
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Front to Back
Join Date: Nov 2010
Location: Richmond, Virginia
Posts: 360
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Bob Dylan is not my favorite artist, and this is not my favorite song by him, but this might might be the most poetic song ever written, especially if you understand Dylan's transition from folk to folk/rock and acoustic to electric during this period...
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fools gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proved to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to you ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their marks Made everything from toy guns that sparks To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the President of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You loose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand without nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despite their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platforms ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God Bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges, watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me ? And if my thought-dreams could been seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
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12-27-2010, 12:11 PM
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: The Bowels Of Hell
Posts: 47
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Scar Symmetry - Hybrid cult
The first couple lines are SICK, and they way he screams them is just amazing Follow the bloodline throughout the past Seek and you will find a hidden ancestry At night the circle gathers When the world is shedding skin The earth now stands to shatter The ritual begins let the ritual begin A maelstrom of energy Turns the air electric Starting a synergy The patterns all symmetric Masks are covering their faces Hiding the alteration Shapeshifting in phases Behold illumination The silence screaming as light turns dark Altering what's real Awake they're dreaming The lucid nightmares opening the gates A light is gleaming, the blackened rain Summoned forth this night By the hybrid cult Follow the bloodline throughout the past Seek and you will find a hidden ancestry At night the circle gathers When the world is shedding skin The earth now stands to shatter Erupting from within The silence screaming as light turns dark Altering what's real Awake they're dreaming The lucid nightmares opening the gates A light is gleaming, the blackened rain Summoned forth this night By the hybrid cult Not entirely human DNA strings anomalous Blood of god and man in synergy blasphemous [Solo] The silence screaming as light turns dark Altering what's real Awake they're dreaming The lucid nightmares opening the gates A light is gleaming, the blackened rain Summoned forth this night By the hybrid cult |
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