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  • Suede

    Positivity

    you say what you want to say
    your diamonds are drops of rain
    your smile is your credit card
    and your currency is your love

    and the morning is for you
    and the air is free
    and the birds sing for you
    and your positivity

    watch out

    so you play where you want to play
    on the main streets where the creeps all pray
    and you can feel like you're in dynasty
    and you can be what you want to be

    and the morning is for you
    and the air is free
    and the birds sing for you
    and your positivity

    and the car crash for you
    and the sunshine is free
    and the sirens call you

    yes the morning is for you
    yes the air is free
    and yes the world spins for you
    and your positivity

    positivity

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    • Originally posted by bfg9000
      This thread is a waste of space
      well don't let the door hit you in your ass on your
      way out to look at a more worthwile thread..
      "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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      • Montgomery Gentry

        Hell Yeah


        He works way too much for way too little.
        He drinks way too early till way too late.
        He hasn't had a raise since New Year's Day in eighty-eight.
        Gets trampled on by everyone 'cept when he comes in here.
        Now he's a product of the Haggard generation.
        He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated.
        He got the gold-toothed look from a stiff right hook he's proud he took,
        For his right wing stand on Vietnam: says he lost his brother there.
        He yells out Johnny Cash and the band starts to play,
        "A Ring Of Fire" as he walks up and stands there by the stage.

        And he says: "Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
        "Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
        "Guitar man playin' all night long,
        "Take me back to where the music hit me,
        "Life was good and love was easy."

        She's got an MBA and a plush corner office.
        She's got a "don't mess with me" attitude.
        She'll close a deal; she don't reveal that she can feel,
        The loneliness, the emptiness, 'cept when she comes in here

        An' she's the product of the "Me" generation.
        She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated.
        She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare,
        In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need.
        She yells out to the band: "Know any Bruce Springsteen?"
        Then she jumps up on the bar and she, and she starts to scream.

        And she says: "Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
        "Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
        "Guitar man playin' all night long,
        "Take me back to where the music hit me,
        "Life was good; love was easy."

        Yeah, yeah.
        Can or can't you get my mind off thinkin' 'bout,
        Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday?
        Hey, hell yeah.


        Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
        Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
        Guitar man playin' all night long,
        Take me back to where the music hit me,
        Life was good;

        Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
        Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
        Guitar man playin' all night long,
        Take me back to where the music hit me,
        Life was good an' love was easy.
        "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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        • Air - You Make it Easy

          Never been here - How about you ?
          You smile at my answer,
          You've given me the chance,
          To be held and understood.

          You leave me laughing without crying,
          There's no use denying,
          For many times I've tried,
          Love has never felt as good.

          Be it downtown or way up in the air,
          When your heart's pounding,
          You know that I'm aware.

          You make it easy to watch the world with love,
          You make it easy to let the past be done,
          You make it easy.

          How'd you do it ? How'd you find me ?
          How did I find you ?
          How can this be true ?
          To be held and understood.

          Keep it coming - no one's running
          The lesson I'm learning
          'Cause blessings are deserved
          By the trust that always could

          Be it downtown or way up in the air,
          When your heart's pounding,
          You know that I'm aware.

          You make it easy to watch the world with love,
          You make it easy to let the past be done,
          You make it easy.

          You make it easy to watch the world with love,
          You make it easy to let the past be done,
          You make it easy.
          "The Christian way has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found to be hard and left untried" - GK Chesterton.

          "The most obvious predicition about the future is that it will be mostly like the past" - Alain de Botton

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          • Originally posted by boann


            well don't let the door hit you in your ass on your
            way out to look at a more worthwile thread..
            You've got a dirty mouth young lady. Come over here and let me wash it out for ya.

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            • last one for 2003 - 2004 is going to rock!

              BLOW 'EM OFF

              Monster Magnet

              When you said alright
              I thought you meant alright
              When you said that's fine
              I thought you meant that's fine
              I guess some standards don't always apply

              When the kid goes home
              He always goes alone
              He hides in the machine
              And always stays fourteen
              Well there's really nothing wrong with the plan
              He goes to sleep at night and holds his own hand
              It's inconceivable there could be an end

              Who brings you back when you're gone gone gone ...
              Who keeps saying your prayers when you blow 'em off
              Who keeps alive the concept of mom
              Who cares to care when they're really scared
              When you're really scared

              When you said alright
              I thought you meant alright
              When you said that's fine
              I thought you meant that's fine
              Well there is the answer on the tip of my tongue
              There's the bubble on the face of the moon
              There's a chamber that should always be full

              Who brings you back when you're gone gone gone ...
              Who keeps saying your prayers when you blow 'em off
              Who keeps alive the concept of mom
              Who cares to care when they're really scared
              When they're really scared

              Who brings you back when you're gone gone gone ...
              Who keeps saying your prayers when you blow 'em off
              Who keeps alive the concept of mom
              Who cares to care when they're really scared
              When they're really scared

              When they're really scared

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              • bfg9000. Kiss my ass, mother****er!

                Auld Lang Syne

                Should auld acquaintance be forgot
                and never brought to mind?
                Should auld acquaintance be forgot
                and days of auld lang syne?
                For auld lang syne, my dear,
                for auld lang syne,
                we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
                for auld lang syne.

                Should auld acquaintance be forgot
                and never brought to mind?
                Should auld acquaintance be forgot
                and days of auld lang syne?
                And here's a hand, my trusty friend
                And gie's a hand o' thine
                We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
                For auld lang syne


                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                • first for 2004 and will propably stick

                  Mazonakis

                  Gucci dress

                  Everything fine untill you came in
                  And from the hour I saw you I have completely lost my mind

                  It's not of my taste, girls like you but
                  Something's happened to me lately and I'm not alright

                  I'm stuck with you and I can't think of anyone else

                  I don't dig you and I wonder how's this happening to me

                  Character of many cardinals and a large snobbism

                  Get off your high horse you've been riding too high

                  You've got a large row of admirers who stand in line
                  From little types to old geezers

                  You play with everyone and everything, I said, I de-said, you tell them
                  And you want your wishes to be orders to them

                  But come on I can't any longer resist
                  To that Gucci dress you wear
                  And to the rythme you move your body tonight

                  I'm born and raised western Attika
                  We here have pride and word of honour
                  Burnazi, Aegaleo, Peristeri I know you what tough times you go through
                  places that you and your girlfriends consider bass - class

                  OTOH I never step foot on Ekali
                  'cause it's a place with women with blaze attitude
                  With spoiled little girls of a rich dad
                  That only know 1000 ways to get money from him

                  If you dont like my car, then may you never
                  take that butterboy form Kiffisia with a BMW
                  Who says goodnight dad at night
                  who says each night before he layes down goodnight mom
                  And pretends to be a dude with the dad's money

                  Take him, you'll eat well with mom and dad
                  gardens, pools and dough
                  To butter him his bread
                  And for other things to live inside richness

                  But come on I can't any longer resist
                  To that Gucci dress you wear
                  And to the rythme you move your body tonight

                  Born and raised western Attika
                  Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised

                  Everything I despise, you have it
                  And in - house makiyer and personal hair dresser
                  And you want two hours to have them prepare your french manicure

                  While you talk with another basketcase in your cell phone


                  Subject of discussion I guess fashion and cosmopolitan gossip

                  the world's burning up, but you, your own violn
                  You like Vogue and Elle and Madame Figaro

                  But when I'll take you to bed you'll only like me
                  High heel boots, hot mini baby tonight you rock
                  Definitely there must be something between the two of us

                  You on one hand to show me how you spend your life in richness
                  And me OTOH to show you how they do it in Kessariani


                  But come on I can't any longer resist
                  To that Gucci dress you wear
                  And to the rythme you move your body tonight

                  But come on I can't any longer resist
                  To that Gucci dress you wear
                  And to the rythme you move your body tonight

                  But come on I can't any longer resist
                  To that Gucci dress you wear
                  And to the rythme you move your body tonight

                  But come on I can't any longer resist
                  To that Gucci dress you wear
                  And to the rythme you move your body tonight

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                  • Opiate by Tool


                    Choices always were a problem for you
                    What you need is someone strong to guide you
                    Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
                    What you need is someone strong to guide you

                    Like me
                    Like me
                    Like me
                    Like me

                    If you want to get your soul to heaven
                    Trust in me, now don't you judge or question
                    You are broken now but faith can heal you
                    Just do everything I tell you to do

                    Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
                    What you need is someone strong to guide you
                    Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
                    Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you

                    Thy god's will
                    Becomes me
                    When he speaks
                    He speaks through me
                    He has needs
                    Like I do
                    We both want
                    To rape you

                    Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
                    Open my eye, blind me with your light now
                    Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
                    Open my eye, blind me with your light now

                    If you want to get your soul to heaven
                    Trust in me, now don't you judge or question
                    You are broken now but faith can heal you
                    Just do everything I tell you to do

                    Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
                    Open my eye, blind me with your light now
                    Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
                    Open my eye, blind me with your light now

                    Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
                    Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you

                    Thy god's will
                    Becomes me
                    When he speaks
                    He speaks through me
                    He has needs
                    Like I do
                    We both want
                    To rape you
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • A TURK IN PARIS

                      LAURENTIUS MACHERITSAS




                      YOU WRITE ME YOU WON'T COME OVER FOR THE HOLIDAYS

                      YOU OWE CLASSES YOU SAY TO ME

                      YOU SEND ME PHOTOGRAPHS FROM THE LOUVRE
                      AND OTHERS WITH YOUR CAT THE TURK


                      THE TURK JUMPING ON THE STAIRCASE

                      ATYOUR FOOT A TAIL SHIVERS
                      AND AFTERWARDS HE PLAYS WITH YOU

                      AT YOUR FEET A TAIL SHIVERs

                      THAT TURK WILL MAKE A TURK OUT OF ME

                      I'M JEALOUS OF YOUR LITTLE CAT
                      AT YOUR FEET IT SLEEPS WHEN YOU STUDY

                      I DON'T KNOW WETHER YOU ALSO SLEEP TOGETHER
                      OR WETHER WITH ANOTHER ONE YOU CHANGE IT IN BED


                      I DON'T KNOW WETHER YOU ALSO SLEEP TOGETHER
                      OR WETHER WITH ANOTHER ONE YOU CHANGE IT IN BED



                      YOU WRITE TO ME THAT YOU MISSED ME


                      YOU SEND TO ME A PAPER KISS

                      YOU COUNT YOUR TIME TO YOUR DEGREE
                      YOUR LETTER SEEMED FUNNY TO ME

                      AND THE TURK IN THE CARPET LAYED DOWN

                      FRIENDSHIPS WITH YOUR FRENCHMEN TO CATCH
                      TO EAT AND TO DRINK WHAT YOU EAT


                      THAT TURK WILL MAKE A TURK OUT OF ME

                      I'M JEALOUS OF YOUR LITTLE CAT
                      AT YOUR FEET IT SLEEPS WHEN YOU STUDY

                      I DON'T KNOW WETHER YOU ALSO SLEEP TOGETHER
                      OR WETHER WITH ANOTHER ONE YOU CHANGE IT IN BED


                      I DON'T KNOW WETHER YOU ALSO SLEEP TOGETHER
                      OR WETHER WITH ANOTHER ONE YOU CHANGE IT IN BED


                      FORGIVE ME IF I BECOME SMALL

                      BUT THE NEED TO FEEL YOU IS BIG


                      AWAY FROM YOU I PUR ALONE

                      AWAY FROM YOU I PUR ALONE


                      BUT C'EST LA VIE AS THE FRENCH SAY

                      BUT C'EST LA VIE AS THE FRENCH SAY




                      :dance

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                      • Well, there's been one anime song (Love Hina... ugh), so why not another?

                        Water of Forgetfulness

                        Minareta mune no fuekei
                        Wazukana ondo
                        Wasereru mizu o nondara
                        Oyoide nigeteta?

                        Scenery of the familiar heart
                        A meager heat
                        If I had drunk the water of forgetfulness
                        Could I have escaped by swimming?

                        Watashi wa setsunai toki / omotte ita yo
                        Tokidoki wakarinagara mo
                        Soppo muitari
                        Gyutto me o toji

                        I was thinking during painful times
                        And sometimes even though I understood
                        I faced the other way
                        And tightly closed my eyes

                        Hazusanaide yo
                        Kokoro no tobira / chiisana kagi o

                        Don't unfasten it
                        The little key of [my] heart's door

                        Fushigina jikan
                        Shizukana kukyo mo areba
                        Omoide hirou mado kara
                        Hitori miru kokage

                        Mysterious time
                        If there is also peaceful emptiness
                        From the window of gleaning memories
                        Alone, I see the shade of the tree

                        Watashi wa setsunai toki / omotte ita yo
                        Ichiban daijina mono ni natte
                        Ikiteru imi ga hoshii

                        I was thinking during painful times
                        I become the most important thing
                        And I want [to know] the meaning of life

                        Mitomenai kedo
                        Nageita kokorobosoisa / kurushisa

                        But I don't acknowledge
                        The lamented hopelessness / pain

                        Kimochi ga zutto matteru
                        Shizukana hibi ni
                        Wasureru mizu ga attara
                        Sukoshi nonda kamo?

                        Feelings are always waiting
                        In the quiet days
                        If there were water of forgetfulness
                        Should I have drunk a little?

                        Wraith
                        "Can't we just break the shell with a hammer or something?"
                        -- Kana ("Haibane Renmei")

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                        • LAURENTIUS MACHERISTAS

                          EYES WITHOUT LOGIC


                          THEY ARE YOUR EYES A HALLWAY OLD


                          TEARS DRAWN PEALL OFF THE WALLS
                          WHERE A PATRON NOISELESS BLIND
                          IN LIEU OF MOTOS HE DRAWD WITH VERSES


                          FURTHER INSIDE THERE ARE THE STAIRS THAT LEAD

                          IN A SUBHALL WITH BROKEN TOYS
                          ALL OF THEM THAT MEN GET BORED OF AND FORGET

                          AFTER THEIR USE THEY LOAD THEM TO YOU


                          YOU TELL ME NOT TO LOVE YOUR EYES

                          AND NOT TO CEASE TO BELIEVE IN MINE

                          BUT THOSE EYES WHEERVER I STAND AND I FIND MYSELF

                          I HAVE THEM BEHIND ME INSIDE ME AND IN FRONT ME

                          INSIDE THE EYECORE A FIRE FLAMES UP

                          WHICH EVERY HOMELESS AND JOBLESS WARMS

                          AND THEIR KINDLESS SPREADS LIKE OILNESS

                          TO SOFTNESS A NEED STONIFIED

                          IN THOSE EYES THERE IS NO LOGIC

                          HOWEVER DEEP I LOOK THEY LOVE ME

                          HISTORY'S THEY BURN UP THE PRISON


                          IN MYTHS AND STARS TO FIND ME

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                          • FRANCOSYRIAN

                            VAMVAKARIS

                            A FLAME UP A FIRE
                            THAT I HAVE INSIDE THE HEART

                            IT'S AS IF MAGIC YOU'VE WAVED ON TO ME

                            SWEET FRANCOSYRIAN

                            IT'S AS IF MAGIC YOU'VE WAVED ON TO ME

                            SWEET FRANCOSYRIAN


                            I'LL GO TO MEET YOU
                            DOWN TO THE SEA SIDE

                            I'D LIKE TO FILL YOU
                            ALL CARESSESS AND KISSES

                            I'D LIKE TO FILL YOU
                            ALL CARESSESS AND KISSES

                            I'LL TAKE YOU TO GO ROUND

                            PHOENICIA PARAKOPAE


                            GALLISSA AND DELLA GRACEA

                            AND EVEN IF I HAVE A HEART ATTACK


                            GALLISSA AND DELLA GRACEA

                            AND EVEN IF I HAVE A HEART ATTACK

                            AT PATELI AT NICHORI
                            FINA AT ALYTINEA

                            AND AT PISKOPIO ROMANCA

                            MY SWEET FRANCOSYRIAN


                            AND AT PISKOPIO ROMANCA

                            MY SWEET FRANCOSYRIAN

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                            • coal, mudvayne.

                              My soul simply wont bleed
                              Coal blackened walls surround my scene hardened,
                              Callous ive been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
                              And i need your soul in black,
                              Trust you rape and left me to see my soul attacked it's innocence deaf
                              And dumb I cant hear the **** been preached to me losses i cound,
                              You rip through from my mind
                              And take my thoughts from me m mind,
                              My space inside im lost replaced bliss with catastrophy
                              Heaven sends to you the seed
                              My mind recieves and accepts deceit
                              My acceptence sometimes disturbing
                              My appearence shows no sympathy me in this state of mind
                              My balance off balance but i push through this dark time i lay awake at night
                              My body trembles wrapped with vines each tie
                              That binds represents another dream demise
                              Oh **** i need a handle in my life
                              I know that there is no esacape for me
                              This sweating i dont mind just fused with insanity
                              Dark time i lay awake at night my body trembles
                              Wrapped with vines each tie that binds represents another dream demise
                              Oh f*ck i need a handle in my life in my life
                              My soul has been caught in the mix of your plague hardened,
                              Callous ive been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
                              My life is meaningless now is it you that i thank

                              cultivate, mudvayne.

                              Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you
                              Guilty toys for your insides
                              Just plead and i'll conduct you
                              Believe in me, i'm the juice
                              Recieve from me the hand of truth
                              In still your trust i'll take you there
                              I penetrate and run through
                              Feel it so warm
                              Branded forearm
                              Synthetic high that drains you
                              Accelerated poles
                              Blood rush through
                              Branded forearm
                              Mudvayne returned
                              Inner mutiny lost tranquility
                              Broken people fixed again plumming christened with disorder
                              a token people who dim the trend took a spell to possess you
                              You embrace me for the high
                              Unfocused black swells as you die
                              Inner icon solicits sympathy
                              Depated being struggles so desperatly
                              Im so outside myself
                              Breathless body betrays my cry for help
                              Rest in earth,
                              Rest in peace
                              Await rebirth as i roll up my sleeve feel
                              Roll up my f*ckin sleeve
                              It so warm
                              Branded forearm
                              Masticate you as i cultivate through
                              You're life i loathe,
                              Motherf*cker!
                              Scrambled being your impressions leaking
                              Sins been bastoned in you
                              Do what I do just to see through you
                              Your life is death now
                              Consequenses been plowed under earth
                              Ashes to ashes dust to dust
                              Want you dead so much


                              poop loser, mudvayne.
                              you're a motherf*ckin' piece of sh*t, and you'll never amount to nothin'

                              a f*ckin' piece sh*t, you'll never amout to nothin!
                              I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                              [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                              • Why I'm Here by Oleander


                                It's the reason for my pain,
                                in a season to celebrate.
                                I don't wanna be full of hate.
                                for anybody, but it's too late-
                                Everyone has been in my face;
                                telling me that I'm a disgrace;
                                showing me things that I must face;
                                telling me that they need their space.

                                I can't love you anymore.
                                I'm scared of the sound of it.

                                It's the reason why I'm down.
                                I'm beaten, been pushed around.
                                Hit the ceiling without a sound.
                                Everyone I know considers me a clown-

                                I can't love you anymore.
                                I'm scared of the sound of it,
                                and woman, I just don't want anymore.

                                I can't love you anymore. yeah-yeah, no no no
                                I'm scared of the sound of it,
                                and woman, I just don't want anymore.

                                It's the reason why I'm here
                                "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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