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posted on 2004-1-25 at 02:34
favourite lyrics.
yes, post certain lyrics that u really like
dont post a whole song, just post the part that u really like.... if u want, write why u like it so much.
If love is a labour I'll slave till the end
"Swing Life Away" Rise Against
i like that one, i dunno why, just sounds very pretty.
fucked up visions in my head, im a fucked up kid is what they said, but at least i kno all the things that i want, and its all the things i
got
"Fuct Up Kid" Mest
thats like my anthem lol
and yes, i'll probably add more once i think of more... cuz theres more lol!
Pure_Ibanez_Sound
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 02:42
"At least I can say, the ones I love are still here to love me"
-some musical genious
alot of Rage Against The Machine lyrics.. mostly surrounding politics.
[Edited on 25-1-2004 by Pure_Ibanez_Sound]
one last show.
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 03:33
Sage Francis - Makeshift Patriot
sorry about posting the whole thing, but i couldn't choose which part was best i hated all of the 9/11 songs, but this one jumped out at me
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself...via live telecast.
Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence.
My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective.
"Don't gimme that ethical @#%$."
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids,
And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is!
That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain
Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction,
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children. Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
Now I have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal,
Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier...
And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older,
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. "Now get a close up of his head..."
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat. Sometimes in groups of the three.
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris.
But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind. He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll,
So we cheer him on, but espestos is affecting our breath control.
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TVs.
Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties.
Viewers are glued to television screens. Stuck...'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music.
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at and what foot is right to kiss.
We don't know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this.
We know who the heros are. Not the xenophobes who act hard,
"We taught that dog to squat. How dare he do that @#%$ in our own back yard!"
They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape?
While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank,
With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst.
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle,
Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles.
There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble,
Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble.
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 13:15
Scared and hurt don't look so down
No one knows why he makes no sound
Wash these tears away
And ran so far they hide away in us - Denial
(possibly a few wrong words in there, oh and there are other parts to the song I like, that's just the standout bit for me)
Look into the mirror and see
My reflections but a ghost of me
Slowly looking back at me
Asking me in two years where I'll be
Sadly lowering my eyes
I continue to wear this guise
Until this shit that's make believe
Makes me huddle up alone and cold and dry - Foreseen
(has a special significance to me becuase it helped me get off my arse and do something with music)
Leave it all behind
I walked away
Never cried my eyes out
I'm severed and I simply chose to stray
I close my eyes to bar these lights out
I'm in the hole now bury them away - Severed
(As with Denial the whole song is incredible, it's one of my favourites because, unfortunately, it reminds me of a girl I care about)
Lie to me
Tell me that everything will be alright
Lie to me
And say you didn't mean anything - The Setup by Zebrahead
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, it's a late goodbye - Late Goodbye by Poets of the Fall
(I like all the lyrics to this song too, just can't be bothered putting them up)
Since you left me I've become a
Shadow of you
My razor loving eyes have got a
Bullet for you - Bullet by Superheist
The whole of Lightning Crashes and White, Discussion by Live
All of Squeeze me Macaroni by Mr. Bungle
(yeah, I know, I got lazy)
And my favourite lyrics of all time...
When a man lies
He murders a part of the World
These are the pale deaths
Which men miscall their lives
All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
Cannot the Kingdom of salvation take me home - To Live is To Die by Metallica
(So true)
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 17:46
All the bridges
In the world won't save you
If there is no
Other side to cross to
---
Mistakes don't mean a thing
If you don't regret them
Silverchair
[Edited on 25-1-04 by RobH]
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 17:53
Don't be so quick to walk away, dance with me, I wanna rock your body please stay.
haha just kidding...
My all time favourite lyrics that reflect how I feel about love, or at least how I portray my feelings about love to others is this
(well...i took out some parts)
I'm not in Love---10cc
I'm not in love, so don't forget it.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made.
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuzz;
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me.
I'm not in love.
you won't let me down...
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 18:42
There was once a time I could have dreamed you away but you strolled back into my life on that fateful day
--- a friend of mine wrote those lyrics to a melody i wrote years ago.....
just kinda stuck with me.
I find it hard, its hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind
Kurt Cobain
kinda sums up Gen X neatly don't ya think?
I was created by Echo, but destroyed by Design
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posted on 2004-1-25 at 19:03
Warm October nights
You came and cuddled next to me
Our noses brushed so close
I wished it was our souls
Drifting off to sleep
I could hear the little snores you made
watching eyes shut tight
Like doors to something sweeter where you rest
Tear me off a piece of blanket
keep me warm and we can make it
Here's my heart, I'll let you break it
Touched your skin and I can't take it
Light will creep in soon
And I still haven't slept a wink
I wish the sun would hide its head
So I could watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more girl
I wanna watch you
Yellowcard- October Nights.
You cannot make me choose just a piece of this song. I love it too much. My
secret-love-only-it's-not-such-a-secret-cause-everyone-knows-including-him sang it to me before. Eeeeeeeee!
The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she
wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect
woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
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posted on 2004-1-26 at 03:20
I've
become so numb
I can't feel you near
becoming so tired
so much more aware
I'm becoming this
all I want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you
Linkin Park - Numb
If you have something to say, raise your hand...and put it over your mouth.
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posted on 2004-1-26 at 04:25
walked around my good intentions and found that there were none
blamed my father for the wasted years
we hardly talked
i never thought i would forget this pain
then a phone call made me realize i'm wrong
if i don't make it know that i loved you all along
just like sunny days that we didn't know because
were all dumb and jaded
and i hope to god i figure out whats wrong
4am - our lady peace
i could post alot of olps lyrics...very strong music
How do you communicate those emotions that are so intense that no physical expression or series of words can even scratch the surface?
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posted on 2004-1-26 at 09:10
There was a man who had a face
That looked a lot like me
I saw him in the mirror and
I fought him in the street
And when he turned away
I shot him in the head
Then I came to realize
I had killed myself
If you're free you'll never see the walls
If you're head is clear you'll never freefall
If you're right you'll never fear the wrong
If you're head is high you'll never fear at
Audioslave- "Exploder"
I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long
It's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb:
Pins and needles
Nice to know you, goodbye
Nice to know you, goodbye
Nice to know you
Incubus- "Nice to know you"
Brilliant! who else would write a song about his arm falling asleep?!
Floating in this cosmic jacuzzi
We are like frogs oblivious
To the water
Starting to boil
No one flinches
We all float face down
Incubus- "Warning"
Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues
Such revelations while understood by no one
When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?
Please clear the house of ill-aquired taste
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
AFI- "But Home Is Nowhere..."
Dammit PIS, you stole my last one:
At least I can say, the ones I love are still here to love me...
those are just a few off the top of my head.
Some things take more than a lifetime.
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posted on 2004-1-26 at 15:30
Muhaha
one last show.
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posted on 2004-1-27 at 13:15
[spanish speaking woman] escuchela.. la ciudad respirando [mos def]
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin
I’m wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain’t no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let’s describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we new york the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No batman and robin, can’t tell between
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the shiny apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existance
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
So much on my mind that it can’t recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
[talib kweli]
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
Communicatin with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
From the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin to death that’s painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god
But havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog
Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It’s a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
Killers born naturally like, micky and mallory
Not knowing the ways’ll get you capped like an nba salary
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
For trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I’m asking if y’all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york niggaz
Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New york life type trife the roman empire state
[mos def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can’t recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo don’t the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
[common]
Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn’t mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn’t mastered
I coreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war it’s chica-i-go for
What I know or, what’s known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn’t have a touch-tone
It’s a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the ’jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn’t been past downtown
It’s deep, I heard the city breathe in it’s sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it’s hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it’s hard to keep
[mos def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can’t recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Kiss the ide’s goodbye, I’m on the last train leaving
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
