Paper Hearts Posted July 18, 2006 Report Share Posted July 18, 2006 (edited) Fuck forever~Babyshambles (1st verse) It's all and the same It's all and the same So what's the use between death and glory? I can't tell between death and glory Happy endings, no, they never bore me Happy endings, they still don't bore me But, they have a way... A way to make you pay And to make you tow the line I sever the ties Because I'm so clever (But clever ain't wise) And fuck forever (If you don't mind) Edited July 19, 2006 by Paper Hearts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gothmama25 Posted July 19, 2006 Report Share Posted July 19, 2006 Another song that describes my mood right now is "Easier To Run" By Linkin Park It's easier to run, Replacing this pain with something numb, It’s so much easier to go, Then face all this pain here all alone, Something has been taken from deep inside of me, A secret I’ve kept locked away, No one could never see, Wounds so deep they never show, They never go away, Like moving pictures in my head, For years and years they've played, If I could change I would, Take back the pain I would, Retrace every wrong move that I made I would, If I could stand up and take the blame I would, If I could take all the shame to the grave I would, If I could change I would, Take back the pain I would, Retrace every wrong move that I made I would, If I could stand up and take the blame I would, I would take all the shame into the grave, It's easier to run, Replacing this pain with something numb, It’s so much easier to go, Then face all this pain here all alone, Sometimes I remember, The darkness of my past, Bringing back these memories, I wish I didn’t have, Sometimes I think of letting go, And never looking back, And never moving forward so, There would never be a past, If I could change I would, Take back the pain I would, Retrace every wrong move that I made I would, If I could, Stand up and take the blame I would, If I could take all the shame into the grave I would, If I could change I would, Take back the pain I would, Retrace every wrong move that I made I would, If I could stand up and take the blame I would, I would take all the shame into the grave, Just washing it aside, All of the helplessness inside Pretending I don’t feel misplaced It’s so much simpler than change!!!!! It's easier to run! Replacing this pain with something numb It’s so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone......... It's easier to run!! If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I made It's easier to go!! If I could change I would, Take back the pain I would, Retrace every wrong move that I made I would, If I could, Stand up and take the blame I would, I would take all the shame…. To the grave! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anathema Posted July 20, 2006 Report Share Posted July 20, 2006 (edited) Shelter Icon of Coil I can find shelter in this world I'm searching for another world where I feel safe Edited August 3, 2006 by Anathema Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paper Hearts Posted July 20, 2006 Report Share Posted July 20, 2006 Stealing Peoples' Mail-Dead Kennedys Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gothmama25 Posted July 22, 2006 Report Share Posted July 22, 2006 "I Hope You Die" - The Bloodhound Gang You must die I alone am best! I hope ya flip some guy the bird He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve In front of the Beatles' tour bus A Bookmobile and a Mack truck Hauling hazardous biological waste The light turns red you have no brakes And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape So you can see the look on your face Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die I hope your Pinto begins to spin Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner Perhaps even the British Royal Family And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy And we can't forget the newlyweds And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead I hope this helps to emphasize I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope your cellmate thinks he's God But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob" Serving time again for abuse of a corpse Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse While he masturbates to photos of livestock He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance" And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin" And whatever happens next is all a blur But you remember "fist" can be a verb And when you finally regain consciousness You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress And the prison guard looks the other way `Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day I hope this helps to emphasize I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope you die Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anathema Posted August 3, 2006 Report Share Posted August 3, 2006 curtain call ~ the damned ... Three faces come alive Try and focus and be one never let it be said that The jester comes undone A wreckless gambling pace With time enough to borrow Time enough to measure All of our tomorrows Curtain call and light go dim Tragedy, love all lie within Each player takes his chance to play And lives to fight another day What boundries to cross What chances for the taking Stepping in the angels wake Not to be foresaken No more will I roam Our childish dreams are soon outgrown But here we stand In our own theatreland Curtain call About to fall... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anathema Posted August 6, 2006 Report Share Posted August 6, 2006 (edited) this old apartment (only because we really are moving back into our old apartment which i miss so very much) Broke into the old apartment This is where we used to live Broken glass, broke and hungry Broken hearts and broken bones This is where we used to live Why did you paint the walls? Why did you clean the floor? Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door? This is where we used to live Why did you keep the mousetrap? Why did you keep the dishrack? These things used to be mine I guess they still are, I want them back Broke into the old apartment Forty-two stairs from the street... Edited August 6, 2006 by Anathema Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fever blister Posted August 6, 2006 Report Share Posted August 6, 2006 greenday-brain stew Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ssid67 Posted August 11, 2006 Report Share Posted August 11, 2006 glycerine-bush Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LuluVox Posted August 22, 2006 Report Share Posted August 22, 2006 Antony & the Johnsons, "Bird Guhl" I am bird girl I am bird girl I am bird girl I am bird girl now I got my heart Here in my hands I got my heart Here in my hands now I been searching For my wings I been searching For my wings some time I'm gonna be born Gonna be born Into soon the sky I'm gonna be born Into soon the sky 'Cause I'm a bird girl And the bird girls go to heaven I'm a bird girl And the bird girls can fly Bird girls can fly Bird girls can fly Bird girls can fly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saechalyn Posted August 30, 2006 Author Report Share Posted August 30, 2006 Cuts You Up Peter Murphy I find you in the morning after dreams of distant signs you pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds you lift me up and get me out keep me walking but never shout hold the secret close I hear you say You know the way it throws about it takes you in and spits you out when you desire to conquer it to feel you're higher to follow it you must be clean with mistakes that you do mean move the heart switch the pace look for what seems out of place Yeah on and on it goes calling like a distant wind through the zero hour we'll walk cut the thick and break the thin no sound to break no moment clear when all the doubts are crystal clear crashing hard into the secret wind You know the way it twists and turns changing colour spinning yarns you know the way it leaves you dry it cuts you up it takes you high you know the way it's painted gold is it honey is it gold you know the way it throws about it takes you in and spits you out You know the way it throws about it takes you in and spits you out it spits you out when you desire to conquer it to feel you're higher to follow it you must be clean with mistakes that you do mean move the heart switch the pace look for what seems out of place And now I find the special kind you yourself like sun through blinds you lift me up get me out keep me walking but never shout It's o.k. it goes this way the line is thin it twists away cuts you up it throws about keep me walking but never shout Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anathema Posted August 31, 2006 Report Share Posted August 31, 2006 last night by the strokes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saechalyn Posted September 2, 2006 Author Report Share Posted September 2, 2006 It makes you blind, it does you in It makes you think you're pretty tough It makes you prone to crime and sin It makes you say things off the cuff It's very small and made of glass and grossly over-advertised It turns a genius into an ass and makes a fool think he is wise It could make you regret your birth or turn cartwheels in your best suit It costs a lot more than it's worth and yet there is no substitute They keep it on a higher shelf the older and more pure it grows It has no color in itself but it can make you see rainbows You can find it on the Bowery or you can find it at Elaine's It makes your words more flowery It makes the sun shine, makes it rain You just get out what they put in and they never put in enough Love is like a bottle of gin but a bottle of gin is not like love Magnetic Fields, Love is like a bottle of gin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpidersMoment Posted September 10, 2006 Report Share Posted September 10, 2006 Gary Jules- Mad World All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, Worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, Going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, No expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows No tomorrow, No tomorrow Chorus And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles its a very very Mad World, Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday And they feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, Sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, No one knew me Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson Look right through me, Look right through me Chorus And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very very Mad World, Mad World Enlargen your world Mad World (Yeah, you guessed it, i just got done watching Donnie Darko) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FarrIL Posted September 10, 2006 Report Share Posted September 10, 2006 "Scars" by Papa Roach Tear my heart open I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us The past is real. I tear my heart open Just to feel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted September 12, 2006 Report Share Posted September 12, 2006 Pressure - Fishbone Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE Too long to count the worry and the strife Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching No remorse, no glory I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all Female sittin' on my face, no Lord! PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best PRESSURE Is runnin', Runnin' out of time Boy u better git your ass home quick You shorly lie when you get high On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick PRESSURE!? PRESSURE! PRESSURE! PRESSURE! PRESSURE! PRESSURE when I sit down! PRESSURE when I git up! When I sleep at night Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE PRESSURE whin uhm vexed PRESSURE whin I c mie x Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next? Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE! PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh! It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE! Cheatin' out the fat man! PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks... Fat man, livin' in a skinny land PRESSURE is runnin' Runnin' out of time Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up) You surely lie when you get high on this PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick! PRESSURE! PRESSURE! PRESSURE! PRESSURE! When your hair's turnin' gray PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away Its' the fear of physical processes It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bluelightningduo Posted September 12, 2006 Report Share Posted September 12, 2006 Smack my bitch up, Prodigy Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up. Typically im a peaceful person, but my ex keeps calling (even after she called my parents and told them i knocked her up...not true shes not pregger) and stoppin by my place and even calls my friends. Making me not trust women in general and angry at them at the same time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Game of Chance Posted September 20, 2006 Report Share Posted September 20, 2006 Fugazi - Instrument That one is predetermined That one, it finds another This one comes in one window Sliding out the other We need an instrument to take a measurement To find out if loss could weigh We need to know value We need to place value In case it all comes true Could it be loss could weigh? It's always they that's dying But now it's we that's dying So sooner comes the trying to understand that loss could weigh We've been dragged through the fire We bragged about that fire But suddenly we're tired Could it be that loss could weigh? Loss could weigh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LittleHarpy Posted September 20, 2006 Report Share Posted September 20, 2006 (edited) Stupid Girls by Pink Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there Laughing loud so all the little people stare Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne (Drop a name) What happened to the dreams of a girl president She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent They travel in packs of two or three With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees Where, oh where, have the smart people gone? Oh where, oh where could they be? Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl (Break it down now) Disease's growing, it's epidemic I'm scared that there ain't a cure The world believes it and I'm going crazy I cannot take any more I'm so glad that I'll never fit in That will never be me Outcasts and girls with ambition That's what I wanna see Disasters all around World despaired Their only concern Will they fuck up my hair Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl [interlude] Oh my god you guys, I totally had more than 300 calories That was so not sexy, no Good one, can I borrow that? [Vomits] I WILL BE SKINNY (Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing) (I like this, like this, like this) Pretty will you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl! Pretty would you fuck me girl, silly as a lucky girl Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl! Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back Push up my bra like that, stupid girl! Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Not the biggest Pink fan but this song just comes to mind. I'm on my laptop now sitting with my campus group...You try manning a table for your group next to giggly sorority girls who have nothing to talk about except how they're going to get a chemical peel and what their boyfriends do for them... REVOLTING!!! I'm sorry but I've had a problem with girls like that since I first watched Saved by the Bell when I was a kid... Edited September 20, 2006 by LittleHarpy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saechalyn Posted September 26, 2006 Author Report Share Posted September 26, 2006 i've been looking so long at these pictures of you that i almost belive that they're real i've been living so long with my pictures of you that i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel remembering you standing quiet in the rain as i ran to your heart to be near and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close how i always held close in your fear remembering you running soft through the night you were bigger and brighter than the snow and screamed at the make-believe screamed at the sky and you finally found all your courage to let it all go remembering you fallen into my arms crying for the death of your heart you were stone white so delicate lost in the cold you were always so lost in the dark remembering you how you used to be slow drowned you were angels so much more than everything oh hold for the last time then slip away quietly open my eyes but i never see anything if only i had thought of the right words i could have hold on to your heart if only i'd thought of the right words i wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you Looking So long at these pictures of you but i never hold on to your heart looking so long for the words to be true but always just breaking apart my pictures of you there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DarkVampire Posted October 1, 2006 Report Share Posted October 1, 2006 Can you see me going down I am screaming out loud And the fear of god is in me now Dissolve In the moonshine I leave no trace My visions have gone Far away from this place They've dissolved Can you see me going down I am screaming out loud And the fear of god is in me now Dissolve Dissolve Dissolve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bav Posted October 2, 2006 Report Share Posted October 2, 2006 Cuts You Up </snip lyrics> That's the first song I ever danced to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bav Posted October 2, 2006 Report Share Posted October 2, 2006 (edited) Kompressor (featuring MC Frontalot) - Rappers We Crush wake up frontin' like i ain't hung over read the paper, discover that the Germans have annexed grover, cookie, kermie, piggie and all the rest there ain't a single domestically controlled muppet left is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy? my coffee is cold there is a bitter taste to my cinnamon roll i venture forth into the bright american day my neighbor Mister Hess says "wie gehts?" and waves, I hurry away get in my chrysler (whew). oh the dismay! someone's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys with Kraftwerk tapes all right, I'm freaked out, i hope it's a joke i hear the ominous industrial churn of a two-stroke engine -- the benz on my left? the bug on my right? mein gott! a fleet of six trabants encroaching behind! At the wheel of the lead Trabi, a visage of fear! red'n'yellow eyes, black gloves gripping the steer! And it dawns upon me, what chance have I got? it's KOMPRESSOR, and he's chosen for crushing, mc frontalot RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUST KOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSH YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT YOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT But I don't wanna be crushed! Burried in fear! Left for töt! Synthesizer might, tearing the rhymes right outta my throat! Leave my car at the light and run, I make for the park pursued by steel-toed jack-boots throwing sparks as they march. And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth [DU KANNST NICHT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK] I'm dodging german shepherds playing frisbee with hippies, making hair-pin turns like horror movie heroines and slipping back on my feet, his breath on my neck it smells of baked infants and fried cheese [sCHLECHT!!] run! you'll surely suffer crushing if you sit still hop the chain-link to the abandoned wienerschnitzel What did I do to deserve this? What was my crime? Was it because I sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time? And I'm reviewing my life cowered under a grease trap the bootslap stepping ever closer with its click-clack now he's here... now he's crouching down... jaws creak open, ants start pouring out and just when my flesh is about to get devoured I wake up screaming, wrapped in the sour sweat-stained sheets, it takes a minute to get up stumble to the table, read the paper, clear my head up still hurts, whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for? business section: EM.TV bought Jim Henson Corp. Edited October 2, 2006 by bav Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anathema Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 i write sins not tragedies ~ panic at the disco Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words. "What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter. "Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore." I chimed in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I chimed in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of hope. Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne. I chimed in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I chimed in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. Again.. I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No. It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. Again.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shade Everdark Posted October 26, 2006 Report Share Posted October 26, 2006 "You're Not Here" - Yamaoka Akira Blue sky to forever The green grass blows in the wind, dancing It would be a much better sight with you, with me If you hadn't met me, I'd be fine on my own, baby Never felt so lonely, then you came along So now what should I do, I'm strung out, addicted to you My body aches, now that you're gone My supply fell trough Gladly gave me everything you had and more You craved my happiness When you made me feel joy it made you smile But now I feel your stress Love was never meant to be such a crazy afair, no And who has time for tears Never thought I'd sit around and cry for your love 'Till now Oh, I feel your stress Oh, who has time for tears Oh, my baby yeah yeah yeah-oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah-oh I feel your stress Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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