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  • Dust in the Wind
    Kansas

    I close my eyes
    Only for a moment, and the moment's gone
    All my dreams
    Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

    Dust in the wind
    All they are is dust in the wind

    Same old song
    Just a drop of water in an endless sea
    All we do
    Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see

    Dust in the wind
    All we are is dust in the wind

    Now don't hang on
    Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
    It slips away
    And all your money won't another minute buy

    Dust in the wind
    All we are is dust in the wind
    Dust in the wind
    Everything is dust in the wind
    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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    • Joshua Kadison

      All I'll Ever Ask

      Love means so many different things,
      but you're all that matters,
      and this is all I'll ever ask of you.

      Tell me your dreams, so they could be mine too,
      let me be there, to help them come true.
      Tell me your fears, when you fell afraid,
      come to my arms, let me rock them away.

      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      Of you...

      Come to my shoulder, when you need to weep,
      wake me up, when you cannot sleep.
      Talk to me, when you want to be heard,
      be silent with me, when you can't say a word.

      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      Of you...

      I can't swear that you never, have to cry another tear.
      But whenever you want, someone to hold you, Iim always right here.

      So just, come to me, for anything at all,
      call my name, itis yours to call.
      Fell my faith in you, when you can't find your own,
      and always remember, you're never alone.

      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      Of you...

      I can't swear that you never, have to cry another tear.
      But whenever you want, someone to hold you, remember, I'm always right here.

      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      That's all I'll ever ask.
      Of you...
      One thing you gotta ask yourself... where are you now? -- James Blunt lyrics

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      • Rock My Soul
        Elvin Bishop



        When you're feelin' down
        Turn the music on and let it soothe ya
        When you're feelin' good
        Turn the music up and let it move ya
        Make you wanna shoot and make you wanna holler:"Hallelujah"

        Hallelujah (2x)

        Rock my soul

        Rock my soul (2x)

        When you listen to the music let it sink into ya
        You'd be surprised to find out how much good that little bit will do ya
        Make you tremble make cold chills run through you
        Make you wanna shoot and make you wanna holler:"Hallelujah"

        Hallelujah (2x)

        Rock my soul (Yeah, you rock my soul)
        Rock my soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rock mine)
        Rock, my soul (Let me get back down baby)
        Rock, my soul (Oh Woah Oh)

        Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
        Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
        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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        • Death Cab for Cutie: The Sound of Settling

          I've got a hunger
          Twisting my stomach into knots
          That my tongue was tied off

          My brain's repeating
          "if you've got an impulse let it out"
          But they never make it past my mouth.

          Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
          Baa bah, baa bah

          Our youth is fleeting
          Old age is just around the bend
          And i can't wait to go grey

          And i'll sit and wonder
          Of every love that could've been
          If i'd only thought of something charming to say.

          Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
          Baa bah, baa bah

          I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.

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          • Square One
            Coldplay

            You're in control - is there anywhere you wanna go?
            You're in control - is there anything you wanna know?
            The future's for discovering
            The space in which we're traveling

            From the top of the first page
            To the end of the last page
            From the start in your own way
            You just want somebody listening to what you say
            It doesn't matter who you are...

            Under the surface trying to break through
            Deciphering the codes in you
            I need a compass, draw me a map
            I'm on the top, I can't get back

            First line on the first page
            To the end of the last page, you were looking
            From the start in your own way
            You just want somebody listening to what you say
            It doesn't matter who you are...
            It doesn't matter who you are

            You just want somebody listening to what you say
            You just want somebody listening to what you say
            It doesn't matter who you are
            It doesn't matter who you are

            Is there anybody out there
            Who is lost and hurt and lonely too
            Are they bleeding all your colors into one?
            And if you come undone
            As if you've been run through
            Some catapult it fired you
            You wonder if your chance will ever come
            Or if you're stuck in square one...
            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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            • Alicia Keys

              If I Ain't Got You


              Some people live for the fortune
              Some people live just for the fame
              Some people live for the power, yeah
              Some people live just to play the game
              Some people think that the physical things
              Define what’s within
              And I’ve been there before
              But that life’s a bore
              So full of the superficial


              Some people want it all
              But I don’t want nothing at all
              If it ain’t you baby
              If I ain’t got you baby
              Some people want diamond rings
              Some just want everything
              But everything means nothing
              If I ain’t got you, yeah

              Some people search for a fountain
              That promises forever young
              Some people need three dozen roses
              And that’s the only way to prove you love him
              Hand me the world on a silver platter
              And what good would it be
              With no one to share
              with no one who truly cares for me


              Some people want it all
              But I don’t want nothing at all
              If it ain’t you baby
              If I ain’t got you baby
              Some people want diamond rings
              Some just want everything
              But everything means nothing
              If I ain’t got you, you, you
              Some people want it all
              But I don’t want nothing at all
              If it ain’t you baby
              If I ain’t got you baby
              Some people want diamond rings
              Some just want everything
              But everything means nothing
              If I ain’t got you, yeah


              If I ain’t got you with me baby
              So nothing in this whole wide world don’t mean a thing
              If I ain’t got you with me baby
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • Forgive me, I'm on a massive X&Y kick at the moment...

                Low
                Coldplay

                You see the world in black and white
                No color or light
                You think you'll never get it right
                But you're wrong, you might
                The sky could fall, could fall on me
                The parting of the sea
                But you mean more, mean more to me
                Than any color I can see

                All you ever wanted was love
                But you never looked hard enough
                It's never gonna give itself up
                All you ever wanted to be
                Living in perfect symmetry
                Nothing is as down or as up as us

                You see the world in black and white
                Not painted right
                You see no meaning to your life
                You should try...
                You should try...

                All you ever wanted was love
                But you never looked hard enough
                It's never gonna give itself up
                All you ever wanted to be
                Living in perfect symmetry
                Nothing is as down or as up

                Don't you want to see it come soon
                Floating in a big white balloon
                Come give her your own silver spoon
                Don't you want to see it come down
                There for throwing your arms around
                And say "You're not a moment too soon..."

                'Cause I feel loved
                'Cause I feel loved
                Oh, yeah, I feel loved
                Oh, no... oh...

                'Cause I feel loved
                'Cause I feel loved
                Oh, yeah, I feel loved
                Oh, no... oh...
                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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                • Tripleshot Thusday; Harry Nilsson

                  Old Forgotten Soldier


                  Reaching for a butterfly
                  Old soldiers never die
                  and the gun against their shoulder
                  Well, it gets a little older
                  And just like that old shoulder
                  it just gets put away

                  Well, I'm an old, forgotten soldier,
                  since they put an end to war.
                  And i like to tell my story,
                  But you don't wanna hear about the war.

                  I'm an old, forgotten campain hero,
                  left without a cause,
                  because, they took away my wars.

                  I'm an old, forgotten railroad,
                  a broken, lonely ammo-train.
                  And my rusty ammunition
                  has been left out in the rain

                  I'm an old, forgotten part-time doughboy
                  I tried to save the world
                  The world was round,
                  we fired around,
                  heard all around the world

                  I'm an old, forgotten campaign hero
                  Left without a cause,
                  because, they took away my wars.

                  I'm an old, forgotten railroad
                  A deserted ammo-train
                  And my rusty ammunition
                  has been left out in the rain.

                  ...


                  **********************************

                  The Moonbeam Song

                  Have you ever watched a moonbeam
                  As it slid across your windowpane
                  Or struggled with a bit of rain
                  Or dance about the weathervane
                  Or settle on a moving train
                  And wonder where the train has been

                  Or on a fence with bits of crap
                  Around its bottom
                  Blown there by a windbeam
                  Who searches for a moonbeam
                  Who was last seen
                  Looking at the tracks
                  Of the careless windbeam
                  Or moving to the tracks
                  Of the tireless freight train
                  And lighting up the sides
                  Of the weathervane
                  And the bits of rain
                  And the windowpane
                  And the eyes of those
                  Who think they saw what happened

                  Have you ever watched a moonbeam
                  As it slid across your windowpane
                  Or struggled with a bit of rain
                  Or dance about the weathervane
                  Or settle on a moving train
                  And wonder where the train has been

                  Ah-ah-aah-ah
                  Ah-ah-aah-ah
                  Ah-ah-aah-ah
                  Looking at the tracks
                  Of the careless windbeam
                  And moving to the tracks
                  Of the tireless freight train
                  And lighting up the sides
                  Of the weathervane
                  And the bits of rain
                  And the windowpane
                  And the eyes of those
                  Who think they saw what happened

                  **************************************

                  Without You

                  No, I can't forget this evening
                  Or your face as you were leaving
                  But I guess that's just the way the story goes
                  You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
                  Yes, it shows

                  No, I can't forget tomorrorow
                  When I think of all my sorrows
                  When I had you there but then I let you go
                  And now it's only fair that I should let you know
                  What you should know

                  I can't live if living is without you
                  I can't live, I can't give any more
                  Can't live if living is without you
                  I can't give, I can't give any more

                  No, I can't forget this evening
                  Or your face as you were leaving
                  But I guess that's just the way the story goes
                  You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
                  Yes, it shows

                  Can't live if living is without you
                  I can't live, I can't give anymore
                  I can't live if living is without you
                  Can't live, I can't give anymore
                  (Living is without you)
                  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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                  • Nine minutes of a ****ing reality overload right here.

                    Jesus of Suburbia
                    Green Day

                    "Jesus of Suburbia"

                    I'm the son of rage and love
                    The Jesus of suburbia
                    The bible of none of the above
                    On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
                    No one ever died for my sins in hell as far as I can tell
                    At least the ones I got away with

                    And there's nothing wrong with me
                    This is how I'm supposed to be
                    In a land of make believe that don't believe in me

                    Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
                    The living room or my private womb
                    While the moms and grads are away
                    To fall in love and fall in debt
                    To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
                    To keep me insane doing someone else's cocaine

                    And there's nothing wrong with me
                    This is how I'm supposed to be
                    In a land of make believe that don't believe in me

                    "City of the Damned"

                    At the center of the Earth in the parking lot
                    Of the 7-11 where I was taught
                    The motto was just a lie
                    It says "home is where your heart is", but what a shame
                    Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
                    It's beating out of time

                    City of the dead at the end of another lost highway
                    Signs misleading to nowhere
                    City of the damned
                    Lost children with dirty faces today
                    No one really seems to care

                    I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
                    Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
                    And so it seemed to confess
                    It didn't say much but it only confirmed
                    That the center of the earth is the end of the world
                    And I could really care less

                    City of the dead at the end of another lost highway
                    Signs misleading to nowhere
                    City of the damned
                    Lost children with dirty faces today
                    No one really seems to care...

                    "I Don't Care"

                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't care

                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't care

                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't care

                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't
                    I don't care if you don't care

                    I don't care...

                    Everyone's so full of s***, born and raised by hypocrites
                    Hearts recycled but never saved from the cradle to the grave
                    We are the kids of war and peace from Anaheim to the Middle East
                    We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of suburbia

                    Land of make believe and it don't believe in me
                    Land of make believe and I don't believe
                    I don't care! I don't care!
                    I don't care! I don't care!
                    I don't care!

                    "Dearly Beloved"

                    Dearly beloved, are you listening?
                    I can't remember a word that you were saying
                    Are we demented or am I disturbed?
                    The space that's in-between insane and insecure

                    Oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?
                    Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
                    Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
                    For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

                    "Tales of Another Broken Home"

                    To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy
                    To run, to run away, to find what you believe
                    And I leave behind this hurricane of f***ing lies

                    I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
                    So I run, I run away to the light of masochists
                    And I leave behind this hurricane of f***ing lies
                    And I walked this line a million and one f***ing times
                    But not this time!

                    I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
                    When there ain't nowhere you can go
                    Running away from pain when you've been victimized
                    Tales from another broken home...

                    You're leaving
                    You're leaving
                    You're leaving
                    Ah, you're leaving home...
                    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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                    • Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)
                      The Beatles

                      I once had a girl
                      Or should I say, she once had me
                      She showed me her room
                      Isn't it good Norwegian wood?

                      She asked me to stay
                      And she told me to sit anywhere
                      So I looked around
                      And I noticed there wasn't a chair

                      I sat on the rug biding my time
                      Drinking her wine
                      We talked until two
                      And then she said, "It's time for bed"

                      She told me she worked in the morning
                      And started to laugh
                      I told her I didn't
                      And crawled off to sleep in the bath

                      And when I awoke I was alone
                      This bird had flown
                      So I lit a fire
                      Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
                      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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                      • Can't beat John Lennon...

                        But I found a "best of" double cd of Shocking Blue last week. Man, if only it could be 1969 again, knowing then what I know now...

                        Venus - Shocking Blue

                        A Goddess on a mountain top
                        Was burning like a silver flame
                        The summit of Beauty in love
                        And Venus was her name

                        REFRAIN:
                        She's got it yeah, Baby, she's got it
                        Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
                        At your desire

                        Her weapon were her crystal eyes
                        Making every man mad
                        Black as the dark night she was
                        Got what no-one else had
                        Wa!

                        REFRAIN
                        Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
                        And notifying the next of kin
                        Once again...

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                        • Bathtub Gin
                          Phish

                          Brett is in the bathtub
                          Making soup for the ambassadors
                          And I am in the hallway
                          Singing to the troubadours
                          The kings are all lined up outside the gate
                          And the autumn bells are ringing
                          But they'll just have to wait

                          Where is the joker?
                          Have you seen him around?
                          With his three-coned cap
                          That he wears like a crown?
                          Have you seen his stripped stockings
                          And heard his sad tale
                          About the kids under the carpet
                          And the purple humpbacked whales?

                          Here come the ambassadors
                          They show up one by one
                          Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done
                          Wendy's on the windowsill waiting to be let in
                          And we're all in the bathtub now
                          Making bathtub gin

                          The kings storm the hallway
                          They've climbed up through the gate
                          They didn't mean to be impolite
                          But they just couldn't wait
                          Here comes the joker with his silly grin
                          He carries a martini made of bathtub gin

                          Here comes the joker; we all must laugh,
                          'Cause we're all in this together
                          And we love to take a bath...
                          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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                          • I love these multi-part epics.

                            Homecoming
                            Green Day

                            "The Death of St. Jimmy"

                            My heart is beating from me
                            I am standing all alone
                            Please call me only
                            If you are coming home
                            Waste another year flies by
                            Waste a night or two
                            You taught me how to live

                            In the streets of shame
                            Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
                            There's no signs of hope
                            The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
                            There's a glow of light
                            The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
                            Bearing gifts and trust
                            A fixture in the city of lust

                            What the hell's your name?
                            What's your pleasure, what is your pain?
                            Do you dream too much?
                            Do you think what you need is a crutch?

                            In the crowd of pain
                            St. Jimmy comes without any shame
                            He says we're ****ed up but we're not the same
                            And Mom and Dad are the ones you can blame

                            Jimmy died today
                            He blew his brains out into the Bay
                            In the state of mind
                            It's my own private suicide

                            "East 12th Street"

                            Well nobody cares
                            Well nobody cares
                            Does anyone care if nobody cares?

                            Well nobody cares
                            Well nobody cares
                            Does anyone care if nobody cares?

                            Jesus's filling out paperwork now
                            At the facility on East 12th Street
                            He's not listening to a word now
                            He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
                            He'd rather be doing something else now
                            Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
                            His life's on the line with anxiety now
                            Well, she had enough and he had plenty

                            Someone get me out of here
                            Anybody get me out of here
                            Someone get me out of here
                            Get me the **** right out of here

                            So far away
                            I don't want to stay
                            Get me out of here right now
                            I just wanna be free
                            Is there a possibility?
                            Get me out of here right now...
                            This life-like dream ain't for me!

                            "Nobody Likes You!"

                            I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
                            After ten cups of coffee and they're still not here
                            Dreaming of a song but something went wrong
                            And you can't tell anyone 'cause no one's here

                            Left me here alone and I should have stayed home
                            After ten cups of coffee I'm thinking (Where'd you go?)

                            Nobody likes you, everyone left you (Where'd you go?)
                            They're all out without you having fun (Where'd you go?)
                            Everyone left you, nobody likes you (Where'd you go?)
                            They're all out without you having fun (Where'd you go...?)

                            "Rock & Roll Girlfriend"

                            Jeez...

                            I got a rock-and-roll band
                            I got a rock-and-roll life
                            I got a rock-and-roll girlfriend
                            And another ex-wife

                            I got a rock-and-roll house
                            I got a rock-and-roll car
                            I play the **** out the drums
                            And I can play the guitar

                            I got a kid in New York
                            I got a kid in the Bay
                            I haven't drank or smoked nothing
                            In over twenty-two days

                            So get off my case!
                            Off of my case!
                            Off of my case!

                            "We're Coming Home Again"

                            Here they come marching down the street
                            Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat
                            Coming back from the edge of town
                            Underneath their feet
                            Their time has come and it's going nowhere
                            Nobody ever said that life was fair now
                            Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
                            In the summer heat

                            The world is spinning around and around
                            Out of control again
                            The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
                            To send my love a letterbomb
                            And visit me in hell
                            We're the ones going...

                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!

                            I started ****ing running
                            As soon as my feet touched ground
                            We're back in the barrio
                            And to you and me, a jingle town, that's...

                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!

                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!
                            Home! We're coming home again!

                            Nobody likes you, everyone left you
                            They're all out without you having fun...
                            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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                            • Joe Cocker
                              Pardon Me Sir



                              Pardon me friend
                              If what I'm saying don't seem right
                              But that's the only chance I get now for being, man - heah
                              Pardon me Sir
                              If what I'm saying frays you now
                              But that's the only way to show you that I'm a clown - oho, heah

                              I'm crying to you understand - my baby
                              I'm crying to you understand

                              Pardon me friend
                              If what I'm saying don't rang true
                              But that's the only way I know now to get through to you - ooh
                              Well, pardon me Sir
                              If what I'm doing brings you down
                              But that's the only place I know, Sir, it is time for town - heah

                              I'm crying to you understand - my baby
                              Hope you do, hope you do, let me see it right now
                              I'm crying to you understand

                              I'm crying to you understand - my baby
                              I'm crying to you understand

                              Yeah, pardon me friend
                              If what I'm saying don't seem right
                              Ooh now, but that's the only, yeah, yes that's the only way now
                              Oh, that's the only, that's the only way
                              That's the only, oh that's the only way I know
                              That's the only, that's the only way
                              That's the only, only thing I know ....
                              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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                              • Harvest, by Opeth

                                Stay with me awhile
                                Rise above the vile
                                Lay my final rest
                                Poured into my chest

                                Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
                                Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
                                Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
                                Halo of death, all I see is departure
                                Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

                                Pledge yourself to me
                                Never leave me be
                                Sweat breaks on my brow
                                Given time ends now

                                Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
                                Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
                                Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
                                Halo of death, all I see is departure
                                Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

                                Spirit painted sin
                                Embers neath my skin
                                Veiled in pale embrace
                                Reached and touched my face

                                Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
                                Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
                                Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
                                (Release your grip, let me go, into the night)
                                Halo of death, All I see is departure
                                Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
                                Originally posted by Serb:Please, remind me, how exactly and when exactly, Russia bullied its neighbors?
                                Originally posted by Ted Striker:Go Serb !
                                Originally posted by Pekka:If it was possible to capture the essentials of Sepultura in a dildo, I'd attach it to a bicycle and ride it up your azzes.

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