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    Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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    • Songs that remind me of reality.

      Everything Is Broken
      Kenny Wayne Shepherd


      Broken lines, broken strings
      Broken threads, broken springs,
      Broken idols, broken heads,
      People sleeping in broken beds.
      Ain't no use jiving,
      Ain't no use joking,
      Yeah, everything is broken.

      Broken bottles, broken plates,
      Broken switches, broken gates,
      Broken dishes, broken parts,
      Streets are filled with broken hearts.
      Broken words never meant to be spoken,
      Oh, everything is broken.

      Seems like every time I stop and turn around
      Something else just hit the ground

      Broken cutters, broken saws,
      Broken buckles, broken laws,
      Broken bodies, broken bones,
      Broken voices on broken phones
      Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
      Everything is broken.

      Every time I leave and go off someplace
      Thangs fall to pieces in my face

      Broken hands on broken ploughs,
      Broken treaties, and broken vows,
      Broken pipes, broken tools,
      People bending broken rules.
      Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
      Everything is broken.
      Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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      • As They Age, They Engage by Willow Wisp


        Age frightens the once beautiful
        Her only reminders being photos long since passed
        For there was a time when her sultry hair would not gray
        A period she rekindles fondly,
        Recalling upon her ways of frolicking through society
        So well sprayed and kempt
        Randomly selecting stallions to provocatively tempt
        And hope with a sheer intensity
        That her cradle will be occupied
        Swaying with sweat and heat
        Praying to be remain dignified
        But modernism has collected her
        Picking at her skin and shape
        Caused her bones to brittle and her nerves to elate
        But this fact of aging she defies
        Through artificial
        "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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        • All Your Life by Blur

          Bought a new shirt, washed my face in beer.
          Walked through the crowds, and disappear,
          Through teenagers in shopping malls,
          I'd walk through the wildlife for miles and miles,
          Hold my breath and count a hundred ten,
          Back up the hill, and start again.

          Watched the spiders on my bedroom ceiling,
          They got big plans so they're not breeding,
          Got the feeling that tomorrow's today,
          I could get up but it won't go away,
          Do nothing, to impress my friends,
          Shrug my arms for hours on ends,

          I need someone to tell me,
          Everything will be alright,
          I need someone to hold me,
          As the day turns into night
          I need someone who loves me,
          More than you do,
          Please say that's not true.
          You and me were the nineties double bill,
          So people ring up here on the TV appeal

          I never met anyone like you,
          Never did the things you like to do,
          On the way to heaven in a comedy car,
          We're the new stars of melancholia,
          There's nothing to get angry about,
          We'd be too drunk to rave and shout.

          I need someone to tell me,
          Everything will be alright,
          I need someone to hold me,
          As day turns into night
          I need someone who loves me,
          More than you do,
          Please say that's not true.
          You and me are the nineties double bill,
          So ring up here on the TV appeal

          Now I've got a feeling in my body and soul,
          That I should let myself go go go.

          And days will be like this,
          All your life,
          And people will always miss,
          All your life,
          And days wll feel like piss,
          All your life,
          Days, days will be like this...
          Be like this...
          All you life..
          One day Canada will rule the world, and then we'll all be sorry.

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          • In the End
            Linkin Park

            It starts with...

            One thing
            I don't know why
            It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
            Keep that in mind
            I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
            All I know
            Time is a valuable thing
            Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
            Watch it count down to the end of the day
            The clock ticks life away
            It’s so unreal
            Didn’t look out below
            Watch the time go right out the window
            Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
            Wasted it all just to watch you go
            I kept everything inside and even though I tried
            It all fell apart
            What it meant to me will eventually be a memory
            Of a time...

            I tried so hard
            And got so far
            But in the end
            It doesn't even matter
            I had to fall
            To lose it all
            But in the end
            It doesn't even matter

            One thing
            I don’t know why
            It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
            Keep that in mind
            I designed this rhyme to remind myself how
            I tried so hard
            In spite of the way you were mocking me
            Acting like I was part of your property
            Remembering all the times you fought with me
            I’m surprised it got so far
            Things aren’t the way they were before
            You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
            Not that you knew me back then
            But it all comes back to me
            In the end
            You kept everything inside and even though I tried
            It all fell apart
            What it meant to me will eventually be a memory
            Of a time...

            I tried so hard
            And got so far
            But in the end
            It doesn't even matter
            I had to fall
            To lose it all
            But in the end
            It doesn't even matter

            I've put my trust in you
            Pushed as far as I can go
            And for all this
            There’s only one thing you should know
            I've put my trust in you
            Pushed as far as I can go
            And for all this
            There’s only one thing you should know

            I tried so hard
            And got so far
            But in the end
            It doesn't even matter
            I had to fall
            To lose it all
            But in the end
            It doesn't even matter
            CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
            Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
            Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
            Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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            • GAMES PEOPLE PLAY
              Joe South

              Oh the games people play now
              Every night and every day now
              Never meaning what they say now
              Never saying what they mean

              And they wile away the hours
              In their ivory towers
              Till they're covered up with flowers
              In the back of a black limousine

              Chorus
              La-da da da da da da da
              La-da da da da da de
              Talking 'bout you and me
              And the games people play

              Oh we make one another cry
              Break a heart then we say goodbye
              Cross our hearts and we hope to die
              That the other was to blame

              Neither one will give in
              So we gaze at our eight by ten
              Thinking 'bout the things that might have been
              It's a dirty rotten shame

              Repeat Chorus

              People walking up to you
              Singing glory hallelulia
              And they're tryin to sock it to you
              In the name of the Lord

              They're gonna teach you how to meditate
              Read your horoscope, cheat your faith
              And further more to hell with hate
              Come on and get on board

              Repeat Chorus

              Look around tell me what you see
              What's happening to you and me
              God grant me the serenity
              To remember who I am

              Cause you've given up your sanity
              For your pride and your vanity
              Turns you sad on humanity
              And you don't give a da da da da da

              Repeat Chorus
              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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              • Triple Shot Thursday, Elton John.

                I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues


                Don't wish it away
                Don't look at it like it's forever
                Between you and me
                I could honestly say
                That things can only get better

                And while I'm away
                Dust out the demons inside
                And it won't be long
                Before you and me run
                To the place in our hearts
                Where we hide

                And I guess that's why
                They call it the blues
                Time on my hands
                Could be time spent with you
                Laughing like children
                Living like lovers
                Rolling like thunder under the covers
                And I guess that's why
                They call it the blues

                Just stare into space
                Picture my face in your hands
                Live for each second
                Without hesitation
                And never forget I'm your man

                Wait on me girl
                Cry in the night if it helps
                But more than ever I simply love you
                More than I love itself

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                Sad Songs (Say So Much)


                Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
                And ironing out the rough spots
                Is the hardest part when memories remain
                And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
                Cause from the lips of some old singer
                We share the troubles we already know

                Chorus
                Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
                Turn on those sad songs
                When all hope is gone
                Why don't you tune in and turn them on

                They reach into your room
                Just feel their gentle touch
                When all hope is gone
                Sad songs say so much

                If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
                When every single word makes sense
                Then it's easier to have those songs around
                The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
                And it feels so good to hurt so bad
                And suffer just enough to sing the blues

                Chorus

                Sad songs they say, sad songs they say
                Sad songs they say, sad songs they say so much

                Chorus


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                Someone Saved My Life Tonight


                When I think of those East End lights
                Muggy nights
                The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
                Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
                Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
                And it's one more beer
                And I don't hear you anymore
                We've all gone crazy lately
                My friends out there rolling round the basement floor

                And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
                You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
                You nearly had me roped and tied
                Altar-bound, hypnotized
                Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
                You're a butterfly
                And butterflies are free to fly
                Fly away, high away bye bye

                I never realised the passing hours
                Of evening showers
                A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
                I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
                Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
                It's four o'clock in the morning
                Damn it listen to me good
                I'm sleeping with myself tonight
                Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive

                And I would have walked head on into the deep end the river
                Clinging to your stocks and bonds
                Paying your H.P. demands forever
                They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
                Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
                Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
                Someone saved my life tonight
                So save your strength and run the field you play alone







                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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                • Supergrass, Late in the Day

                  It's late in the day,
                  I'm thinking of you,
                  Things that you say,
                  So long, so long for me,

                  It's late in the day,
                  I'm talking to you,
                  Hear what I say,
                  So long, so long for me,

                  All the time I've thought of you,
                  In an ordinary way,
                  We'd slip off down the oily way,
                  And all I really have to say,
                  Is people pass along the way,
                  Had thoughts of you and me again,

                  I lay on my bed,
                  Searching my mind,
                  Lighten my load,
                  So long, so long for me,

                  I sleep on the road,
                  Dream of a sound,
                  Coming my way,
                  So long, so long for me,

                  All the time I've thought of you,
                  In an ordinary way,
                  We'd slip off down the oily way,
                  And all I really have to say,
                  Is people pass along the way,
                  Had thoughts of you and me again,

                  And all the time I've thought of you,
                  In an ordinary way,
                  We'd slip off down the oily way,
                  And all I really have to say,
                  As people pass along the way,
                  I close my eyes and turn away,
                  And all the time I've been with you,
                  In an ordinary day,
                  We'd trip off down the oily way,
                  All I really have to say,
                  Is people pass along the way,
                  And thoughts of you and me again.

                  One day Canada will rule the world, and then we'll all be sorry.

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                  • I just love the poetry and the incredible electric violin solo

                    Rush - Losing It


                    The dancer slows her frantic pace
                    In pain and desperation,
                    Her aching limbs and downcast face
                    Aglow with perspiration
                    Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,
                    With just the briefest pause
                    The flooding through her memory,
                    The echoes of old applause.

                    She limps across the floor
                    And closes her bedroom door...


                    The writer stare with glassy eyes
                    Defies the empty page
                    His beard is white, his face is lined
                    And streaked with tears of rage.
                    Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
                    With passion and precision,
                    But now his mind is dark and dulled
                    By sickness and indecision

                    And he stares out the kitchen door
                    Where the sun will rise no more...


                    Some are born to move the world
                    To live their fantasies
                    But most of us just dream about
                    The things we'd like to be
                    Sadder still to watch it die
                    Than never to have known it
                    For you, the blind who once could see
                    The bell tolls for thee...
                    What?

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                    • Wasted by STabbing Westward


                      I 've spent
                      My life
                      Running from the emptiness
                      That haunts me
                      And I've spent
                      My whole life
                      Trying to ****
                      The loneliness away

                      And I die
                      Inside
                      When I think of all the people
                      I have damaged

                      And I'm tired
                      I'm so tired
                      But there's no one else
                      Except myself to blame

                      (Chorus)
                      My life's been wasted
                      Everything is gone
                      My life's been wasted
                      And I am all alone
                      My life's been wasted
                      There is no one left
                      My life's been wasted
                      It's time I face myself

                      I've spent
                      My life
                      Trapped inside
                      A cycle of self destruction

                      And I've spent
                      My whole life
                      Trying to numb
                      The pain inside my soul

                      To night
                      And I cried
                      When I realized
                      I fought this war with no one but me

                      I'm tired
                      I'm so ****ing tired
                      But I find a way to keep my faith alive
                      (Chorus)

                      When I reach the end
                      Will anything I've done
                      Mean anything?


                      Will anything I've done mean anything?
                      "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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                      • The Moon And St. Christopher
                        (Mary Chapin Carpenter)

                        When I was young I spoke like a child,
                        I saw with a child's eyes
                        And an open door was to a girl
                        Like the stars are to the sky
                        It's funny how the world lives up to
                        All your expectations
                        With adventures for the stout of heart,
                        And the lure of the open spaces

                        There's 2 lanes running down this road,
                        Whichever side you're on
                        Accounts for where you want to go,
                        Or what you're running from
                        Back when darkness overtook me
                        On a blind man's curve

                        I relied upon the moon,
                        I relied upon the moon
                        I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher

                        Now I've paid my dues 'cause I have owed them,
                        But I've paid a price sometimes
                        For being such a stubborn woman
                        In such stubborn times
                        Now I have run from the arms of lovers,
                        I've run from the eyes of friends
                        I have run from the hands of kindness,
                        I've run just because I can

                        But now I'm grown and I speak like a woman
                        And I see with a woman's eyes
                        And an open door is to me now
                        Like the saddest of goodbyes
                        When it's too late for turning back,
                        I pray for the heart and the nerve

                        And I rely upon the moon,
                        I rely upon the moon
                        I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher

                        I rely upon the moon,
                        I rely upon the moon
                        I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher
                        To be my guide.
                        No, I did not steal that from somebody on Something Awful.

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                        • In this Silence by Sarah McLachlan

                          Give me release
                          witness me
                          I am outside
                          give me peace

                          Heaven holds a sense of wonder
                          and I wanted to believe
                          that I'd get caught up
                          when the rage in me subsides

                          In this white wave
                          I am sinking
                          in this silence
                          in this white wave
                          in this silence
                          I believe

                          Passion chokes the flower
                          'til she cries no more
                          possessing all the beauty
                          hungry still for more

                          Heaven holds a sense of wonder...

                          I can't help this longing
                          comfort me
                          I can't hold it all in
                          if you won't let me

                          Heaven holds a sense of wonder...

                          In this white wave
                          I am sinking
                          in this silence
                          in this white wave
                          in this silence
                          I believe

                          I have seen you
                          in this white wave
                          you are silent
                          you are breathing
                          in this white wave
                          I am free
                          "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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                          • Do the Walls Come Down
                            Carly Simon

                            Do the walls come down
                            When you think of me
                            Do your eyes grow dim
                            Do the walls come down
                            When you think of me
                            Do you let me in
                            Do the walls come down

                            Nothin' like a rainy night
                            To set your heart rememberin'
                            Nothin' like a vivid dream
                            To take you back again

                            When you think of me
                            Do your eyes grow dim
                            Do the walls come down
                            When you think of me
                            Do you let me in
                            Do the walls come down

                            Somethin' in my pocket
                            That was written years ago
                            In faded ink said "You are my fire"
                            Do you think so



                            Do the walls come down
                            When you think of me
                            Do your eyes grow dim
                            Do the walls come down
                            When you think of me
                            Do you let me in
                            Do the walls come down

                            Is it easier for you to say
                            You never loved me anyway
                            Or do you hide me in your attic trunk
                            Like a stowaway

                            Do you think of me
                            Do your eyes grow dim
                            Do the walls come down
                            When you think of me
                            Do you let me in

                            Oh, baby, do the walls come down
                            Oh, baby, do the walls come down
                            Do the walls come
                            Do the walls come
                            Do the walls come down

                            Do the walls come
                            Do the walls come
                            Do the walls come down
                            Do the walls come down

                            When you think of me
                            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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                            • Ever heard of a ****** dying twice?
                              my love is just to live my life,
                              'til the lord decide to out my lights
                              Oh why, know why?
                              *****s ain't prepared to die with me
                              but we all got to die one day
                              even though the life that captured me
                              money, drugs, and prison, menagies with women, forgive me god for living, for I have sinned,
                              now everybody wants to cage me in,
                              don't make no difference cuz I'm still here,
                              grieving, can I get a witness,
                              To us, it is the BEAST.

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                              • Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother
                                (Ray Wylie Hubbard)

                                He was born in Oklahoma
                                His wife’s name is Betty Jo Thelma Liz.
                                And he’s not responsible for what he’s doing;
                                His mother made him what he is.

                                And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
                                Mother who has raised her son so well.
                                He’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
                                Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.

                                He sure does like that Lone Star beer
                                And he chases it down with that Wild Turkey liquor.
                                Got a ‘57 GMC pick ‘em up truck, with a gun rack
                                and a “Goat Ropers Need Love Too” sticker.

                                And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
                                Mother who has raised her son so well.
                                He’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
                                Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.

                                M is for the mud flaps you gave me for my pick-up truck
                                O is for the oil I put in my on my hair,
                                T is for T-Bird,
                                H is for Haggard
                                E is for El Paso and
                                R is for REDNECK!

                                And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
                                Mother who has raised her son so well.
                                He’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
                                Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.

                                And it’s up against the wall redneck mother
                                Mother who has raised her son so well.
                                And he’s thirty-four and drinking in them honky-tonks
                                Just kicking hippies’ asses and raising hell.

                                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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