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  • #31
    Depeche Mode - Dream On


    As your bony fingers close around me
    Long and spindly
    Death becomes me
    Heaven can you see what I see

    Hey you pale and sickly child
    You're death and living reconciled
    Been walking home a crooked mile

    Paying debt to karma
    You party for a living
    What you take won't kill you
    But careful what you're giving

    There's no time for hesitating
    Pain is ready, pain is waiting
    Primed to do it's educating

    Unwanted, uninvited kin
    It creeps beneath your crawling skin
    It lives without it lives within you

    Feel the fever coming
    You're shaking and twitching

    You can scratch all over
    But that won't stop you itching

    Can you feel a little love
    Can you feel a little love

    Dream on dream on

    Blame it on your karmic curse
    Oh shame upon the universe
    It knows its lines
    It's well rehearsed

    It sucked you in, it dragged you down
    To where there is no hallowed ground
    Where holiness is never found

    Paying debt to karma
    You party for a living
    What you take won't kill you
    But careful what you're giving

    Can you feel a little love
    Can you feel a little love

    Dream on dream on



    (not slowwhand related...but no one's perfect)
    Desperados of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your dignity.......
    07849275180

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    • #32
      inspired by che's signature: the Internationale in German

      Wacht auf, Verdammte dieser Erde, die stets man noch zum hungern zwingt
      Das Recht, wie Glut im Kraterherde, nun mit Macht zum Durchbruch dringt
      Reinen Tisch macht mit den Bedrängern, Heer der Sklaven wache auf
      Ein Nichts zu sein tragt es nicht länger, alles zu werden strömt zu hauf

      Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
      Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
      Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
      Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht

      Es rettet uns kein höh'res Wesen, kein Gott, kein Kaiser noch Tribun
      Uns aus dem Elend zu erlösen können wir nur selber tun
      Leeres Wort: Des Armen Recht, leeres Wort: des Reichen Pflicht
      Unmündig nennt man uns und Knechte, duldet die Schmach nun länger nicht!

      Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
      Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
      Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
      Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht

      In Stadt und Land, ihr Arbeitsleute, wir sind die stärkste der Partei'n
      Die Müßiggänger schiebt beiseite, diese Welt muss unser sein
      Unser Blut sei nicht mehr der Raben und der nächt'gen Geier Fraß
      Erst wenn wir sie vertrieben haben, dann scheint die Sonn' ohn' Unterlass

      Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
      Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
      Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
      Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht

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      • #33
        Just heard this song again after a long long time. Brought back some bitter memories

        Prince - Sometimes It Snows In April

        Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,
        just after I'd wiped away his last tear
        I guess he's better off than he was before,
        A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
        I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend
        Those kind of cars don't pass u every day
        I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again,
        But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...

        Sometimes it snows in April
        Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
        Sometimes I wish life was never ending,
        and all good things, they say, never last

        Springtime was always my favorite time of year,
        A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
        Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
        Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
        He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
        Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
        No, staring at his picture I realized
        No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

        Sometimes it snows in April
        Sometimes I feel so bad
        Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
        And all good things, they say, never last

        I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
        I know that he has found another friend
        Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
        Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again

        Sometimes it snows in April
        Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
        Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
        But all good things, they say, never last

        All good things that say, never last
        And love, it isn't love until it's past
        Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
        And notifying the next of kin
        Once again...

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        • #34
          Green Eyes
          Coldplay



          Honey you are a rock
          Upon which I stand
          And I come here to talk
          I hope you understand

          That green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
          And how could, anybody, deny you

          I came here with a load
          And it feels so much lighter, now I’ve met you
          And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

          Green eyes

          Honey you are the sea
          Upon which I float
          And I came here to talk
          I think you should know

          That green eyes, you’re the one that I wanted to find
          And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind

          Cause I came here with a load
          And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
          Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

          Green eyes
          Green eyes

          Ohohohohooooo
          Ohohohohooooo

          Ohohohohooooo
          Ohohohohooooo

          Honey you are a rock
          Upon which I stand
          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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          • #35
            SOAD - BYOB


            Why do they always send the poor?
            My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
            Victorious, victorious steel
            A BRAND NEW SPANKING DEAL
            MARCHING FORWARD, HYPOCRITC
            AND HYPNOTIC COMPUTERS
            You depend on our protection
            Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
            La la la la la la la la la la ohh ohhhh
            Everybody is going to the party
            Have a real good time
            Dancing in the desert
            Blowing up the sunshine
            Kneeling roses
            Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
            Breaking into Fort Knox
            Stealing our inventions
            Anchor sitting, gripped in oil
            Crying freedom!
            Handed to obsoletion
            Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
            la la la la la la la la la la
            Everybody is going to the party
            Have a real good time
            Dancing in the desert
            Blowing up the sunshine
            Everybody is going to the party
            Have a real good time
            Dancing in the desert
            Blowing up the sunshine
            Blast off, it's party time
            And we all live in a fascist nation
            Blast off, it's party time
            And where the **** are you?
            Where the **** are you?
            Where the **** are you?
            Why don't presidents fight the war?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why don't presidents fight the war?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Kneeling roses
            Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
            Breaking into Fort Knox
            Stealing our inventions
            Anchor sitting, gripped in oil
            Crying freedom!
            Handed to a obsoletion
            Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
            la la la la la la la la la la
            Everybody is going to the party
            Have a real good time
            Dancing in the desert
            Blowing up the sunshine
            Everybody is going to the party
            Have a real good time
            Dancing in the desert
            Blowing up the sun
            Where the **** are you?
            Where the **** are you?
            Why don't presidents fight the war?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why don't presidents fight the war?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            Why do they always send the poor?
            They always send the poor!
            They always send the poor!

            Desperados of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your dignity.......
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            • #36
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
              The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
              She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)
              The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)
              I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

              Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)
              You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)
              She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)
              And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)


              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
              Whoa, Black Betty BAM-BA-LAM
              Only feebs vote.

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              • #37
                2 songs here. Subliminal, and Fascist Pig

                lashing pictures on my screen
                Shown too quickly to be seen
                Does not register in my conscious mind
                Propaganda of another kind
                They're ****ing with me subliminaily
                They're ****ing with me subliminally

                Danger - Nightmare
                Doomsday - Nightmare
                Murder - Nightmare
                Nightmare, Nightmare

                Watching T.V. I start to cry
                For no reason I don't know why
                Could it be from messages on my TV
                Which I'm getting subliminally?

                Mind control the easiest way
                Sponsered by the C.I.A.
                It's a weapon you cannot see
                It's propaganda subliminally

                Fascist Pig:

                Tense atmosphere in the air
                Riot written everywhere
                Riot squads coming from over there
                Time to go home if you're square

                Riot squad, bash their heads
                Kick their ass until they're dead
                I want to be a fascist pig
                Love to fight, what a thrill
                We don't stop until we kill
                I want to be a fascist pig

                Throw a bottle in the air
                Put them up to their dare
                We'll just laugh while they stare
                Let them hit us, see if we care!

                Get attacked by them
                You'll never heal
                They'll rob your conscience
                Your sanity they'll steal
                They'll beat your brains until they spill
                That's the fascist favorite meal!

                Suicidal Failure

                Father forgive me for I know not what I do
                I tried everything, but I'll leave it up to you
                I don't want to live, I don't know why
                I don't have no reasons, I just want to die

                I'm a suicidal failure, I've got to get some help
                I have suicidal tendencies, but I can't kill myself

                I'm tired of this way of life, my patience has expired
                I'm barely just 19, but my life I will retire
                I went down to a rifle store, I bought myself a gun
                I pointed it at my head, but I couldn't get the job done

                I took all my mothers sleeping pills
                I jumped off a freeway bridge
                I drank three kinds of poison
                And drove my car off a ridge
                I beat myself with a bat
                Put a noose around my head
                I overdosed on heroin
                But I'm still not dead

                Death may not be the answer, it can't be all that great
                But me I'm not into living, with life I can't relate
                By some masochistic reasoning, I think that it will be fun
                I want to start my second life now
                So shoot me with your gun

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                • #38
                  Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
                  Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you
                  We don't do the things you do, but we live around here too.
                  Oh really.
                  Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it
                  Oh 'cause they just want to keep us out.
                  You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out.
                  Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
                  The future's owned by you and me.
                  There won't be fighting in the street.
                  They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
                  We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines.
                  Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah:
                  We want your homes, we want your lives,
                  we want the things you won't allow us.
                  We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
                  We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
                  Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh.
                  What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it?
                  'Cause you're so very thick.
                  Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now
                  we can't help but see.
                  That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about.
                  We're making a move, we're making it now,
                  We're coming out of the side-lines.
                  Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
                  We want your homes, we want your lives,
                  we want the things you won't allow us.
                  We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
                  We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
                  Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
                  The future's owned by you and me.
                  There won't be fighting in the street.
                  They think they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet.
                  We're making a move. We're making it now.
                  We're coming out of the sidelines.
                  Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
                  We want your homes, we want your lives,
                  we want the things you won't allow us.
                  We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
                  We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that'sour minds.
                  And that's our minds. Yeah.
                  Desperados of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your dignity.......
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                  • #39
                    Crosby Stills Nash and Young = Teach Your Children Well


                    You who are on the road
                    Must have a code that you can live by
                    And so become yourself
                    Because the past is just a good-bye.
                    Teach your children well,
                    Their father's hell did slowly go by,
                    And feed them on your dreams
                    The one they picks, the one you'll know by.
                    Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
                    So just look at them and sigh
                    and know they love you.

                    And you, of tender years,
                    Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
                    And so please help them with your youth,
                    They seek the truth before they can die.

                    Teach your parents well,
                    Their children's hell will slowly go by,
                    And feed them on your dreams
                    The one they picks, the one you'll know by.


                    Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
                    So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
                    "A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for.” Martin Buber

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                    • #40
                      Blasphemer

                      Black metal is the game I play
                      'cause no one show me the right way
                      I am a bloody Antichrist, only believe in bad
                      Spit at the church, Evil I get

                      Blasphemer. . . .
                      Rites of death, Return to Hell
                      I am Satan's child, attack you with Spell

                      I turn the cross upside down
                      and read Satanic Bible with ****ing grown
                      my life begins at midnight twelve
                      masturbate to kill myself

                      Blasphemer. . . .

                      I love to drink my own blood
                      my sin is my life in a war with god
                      I talk to the demons night tonight
                      make love and black masses in a dark shadow light

                      Blasphemer. . . .

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                      • #41
                        Out of My Hands
                        Dave Matthews Band

                        Out on my window ledge, I don't feel safe
                        And I stayed looking down on you
                        It's out of my hands for now
                        It's out of my hands for now
                        I can't just walk away

                        Be nice to walk away but I don't feel safe
                        Get away, all the way up here
                        It's out of my hands for now
                        It's out of my hands for now
                        Oh, it is down from here
                        Down from here...

                        Start to feel insane
                        Betrayed out on my window ledge
                        Now our finest hour arrives
                        See the pig dressed in his finest fine
                        And all the believers stand behind him and smile
                        As the day lights up with fire
                        Let me in, let me in...

                        I'll stop to feel like I'm crazed
                        Betrayed out on my window ledge
                        Now our finest hour arrives
                        See the pig dressed in his finest fine
                        And all the believers stand behind him and smile
                        Watch the day as it lights up in fire

                        Looking down from here
                        It's out of my hands for now
                        Out on my window ledge
                        It's out of my hands for now
                        So let me in, let me in...
                        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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                        • #42
                          Stupid Girl - Garbage

                          You pretend you’re high
                          You pretend you’re bored
                          You pretend you’re anything
                          Just to be adored
                          And what you need
                          Is what you get

                          Don’t believe in fear
                          Don’t believe in faith
                          Don’t believe in anything
                          That you can’t break

                          You stupid girl
                          You stupid girl
                          All you had you wasted
                          All you had you wasted

                          What drives you on what drives you on
                          Can drive you mad can drive you mad
                          A million lies to sell yourself
                          Is all you ever had

                          Don’t believe in love
                          Don’t believe in hate
                          Don’t believe in anything
                          That you can’t waste

                          You stupid girl
                          You stupid girl
                          Can’t believe you fake it
                          Can’t believe you fake it

                          Don’t believe in fear
                          Don’t believe in pain
                          Don’t believe in anyone
                          That you can’t tame

                          You stupid girl
                          You stupid girl
                          All you had you wasted
                          All you had you wasted

                          You stupid girl
                          You stupid girl
                          Can’t believe you fake it
                          Can’t believe you fake it

                          You stupid girl
                          You stupid girl
                          Can’t believe you fake it
                          Can’t believe you fake it

                          You stupid girl
                          Desperados of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your dignity.......
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                          • #43
                            You're drawn at the darkness,
                            and you will see,
                            just call my name and I'll be there.

                            You cannot touch me,
                            you would not dare,
                            I am the chill that's in the air.

                            So I try to get through to you,
                            in my own special way,
                            as the barriers crumble,
                            at the end of the day.

                            Dark rivers are flowing,
                            back into the past,
                            You are the fish for which I cast.

                            And what of the future,
                            what is to be,
                            as the rivers flow into the sea.

                            So I try to get through to you,
                            in my own special way,
                            as the barriers crumble,
                            at the end of the day.

                            Do not take for granted,
                            powers out there,
                            don't step into the demon's lair.

                            Time is an illusion,
                            rising from time,
                            steep is the mountain which we climb.

                            So I try to get through to you,
                            in my own special way,
                            as the barriers crumble,
                            at the end of the day.



                            The Small Hours by Holocaust. Made more famous by Metallica.

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