labradford Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 anything at all...sonic youth- tom violenceMy violence is a dreamA 'real dream'A skinny armA crush on living sinMy violenceIs a sleeping headNodding out to rising blissI left home for experienceCarved 'suk for honesty' on my chestMy violence is the numberComing out of prayerFind it in the fatherFind it in a girlThere's a thing in my memoryHoilding on for dear lifeWith a feeling of secretsBeating up under my fleshMy tongue is tiedI'm sleeping nights awakeTom violence is a dreamComing out of a girl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Wilson Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 (edited) Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your faceI love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcaseYou tell me where to go andThough I might leave to find itI'll never let your head hit the bedWithout my hand behind itJohn MayerHe's just as proud as he can beOf his anatomyHe goin' give us a peekHe ain't lewd, look at that, look at thatHe's just in the mood to run in the nudeRay StevensThe strands in your eyesThe color them wonderfullStop meThen steal my breathEmeralds from mountainsThrust towards the skyNever revealing their depthEdwin McCain Goo Goo DollsWhenever I stand before my makerAnd the book is open wideAnd the deeds of men both good and badAre recorded there insideThere won't be a sinful way beside my nameOr a time I let Him downFor the crimson blood of JesusKept my wrongs from being foundOh the pages have been stainedBy the blood He shed for mePraise God, I can't read themNeither can HeWhat's been forgiven is forgottenAnd impossible to seeBloodstained pages, stained by bloodShed for meWhenever I stand in wait of judgmentTo account for all my sinAnd a diary of the life I've ledIs the evidence brought inThere will be no need of that log of deedNo conviction handed downFor the crimson blood of JesusKept my wrongs from being foundOh the pages have been stainedBy the blood He shed for mePraise God, I can't read themNeither can HeWhat's been forgiven is forgottenAnd impossible to seeBloodstained pages, stained by bloodShed for meOh the pages have been stainedBy the blood He shed for mePraise God, I can't read themNeither can HeWhat's been forgiven is forgottenAnd impossible to seeBloodstained pages, stained by bloodThat He shed for meOh, stained by blood That He shed for meCrystal Lewis Edited March 12, 2010 by Ryan2White46 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 12, 2010 Author Share Posted March 12, 2010 okkervil river- redRed is my favorite colorRed like your mother's eyes after a while Of crying about how you don't love herShe says, "I know I don't deserve Supervised sight of herBut each day becomes a blur without my daughter" Fall is my favorite seasonLike falling to reasoning why you crashed from on highShe says, "Why is my life so uneven And what have I done right But given you your life If after I led you on into that bar room?" "Yes" is my favorite answerI took a dancer home, she felt so aloneWe stayed up all night in the kitchen Doing my dishes, on and on until the dawnShe said, "I know that it's easy to have meBut I have seen some things That I cannot even tell to my family picturesAnd I'm full of fictions and ******* addictions And I miss my mother" She'll never know I could never forget herIf I could write her a letter, I'd try with every line To say, "She still remembers your touchAnd I know that it's not muchBut you still haven't lost her" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 12, 2010 Author Share Posted March 12, 2010 (edited) okkervil river- westfallI'm surrounded, each doorway coveredby at least twenty men.And they're going to take me and throw me in prison.I ain't coming back again.When I was younger, handsomer and stronger,I felt like I could do anything.But all of these people making all these facesdidn't seem like my kith and kin.Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade,I guess you could say he was my best friend.He lived in a big tall house out on Westfallwhere we would hide when the rain rolled in.We went out one night and took a flashlight,out with these two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian.One was named Laurie, that's what the storysaid next week in the Guardian.And when I killed her it was so easythat I wanted to kill her again.I got down on both of my knees and...She ain't coming back again.Now, with all these cameras focused on my face,you'd think they could see it through my skin.They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it,but evil dont look like anything. Edited March 12, 2010 by labradford Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JDaveG Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 Decoration Day - Drive by TruckersIt’s Decoration Day.And I’ve a mind to roll a stone on his grave.What would he say.“Keeping me down, boy, won’t keep you away”.It’s Decoration Day.And I knew the Hill Boys would put him away,but my Daddy wasn’t afraid.He said “We’ll fight till the last Lawson’s last living day”I never knew how it all got starteda problem with Holland before we were bornand I don’t know the name of the boy we tied downand beat till he just couldn’t walk anymore.But I know the caliber in Daddy’s chestand I know what Holland Hill drives.The state let him go, but I guess it was bestcause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive.Daddy said one of the boys had come bythe Laundry Man’s favorite son.He said, “Beat him real good but don’t dare let him dieand if you see Holland Hill run.Now I said, “they ain’t give us trouble beforethat we ain’t brought down on ourselves”Put a chain on my back and my ear to the floorand I’ll send all the Hill Boys to ****.It’s Decoration Dayand I’ve got a family in Mobile Bayand they’ve never seen my Daddy’s grave.But that don’t bother me, it ain’t marked anyway.Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale southand I got dead brothers in east Tennessee.My Daddy got shot right in front of his househe had noone to fall on but me.It’s Decoration Dayand I’ve got a mind to go spit on his grave.If I was a Hill, I’d 'a put him awayand I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day. Dress Blues - Jason IsbellWhat can you see from your windowI can't see anything from mineFlags on the side of the highwayScripture on grocery store signsMaybe 18 was too earlyMaybe 30 or 40 is tooDid you get your chance to make peace with the man'fore he sent down his angels for you?Mama's and grandmama's love youCause that's all they know how to doAnd you never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress bluesYour wife said this all would be funnyWhen you got back home in a weekYou'd turn 22 and we'd celebrate youIn a bar or tent by the creekThe baby would just about be hereAnd your very last tour would be upBut you won't be backThere all dressing in blackDrinking sweet tea in styrofoam cupsMama's and grandmama's love youAmerican boys hate to loseAnd you never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress bluesThe highschool gymnasium's readyFull of flowers and old legionairesNobody showed up to protestJust a sniffle and stareThere's red white and blue in the raftersAnd silent old men from the corpsWhat did they say when they shipped you awayTo fight somebody's hollywood warNobody here could forget youYou showed us what we had to loseAnd you never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress blues Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 12, 2010 Author Share Posted March 12, 2010 Alice in Chains- don't followHey, I ain't never coming Home Hey, I'll just wander my Own road Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow Say goodbye don't follow Misery so hollow Hey you, you're livin' Life full throttle Hey you, pass me down that Bottle, yeah Hey you, you can't shake Me round now I get so lost and don't Know how And it hurts to care, so I won't now Forgot my woman, lost my Friends Things I'd done and where I've been Sleep in sweat the mirrors Cold See my face it's growin' Old Scared to death no reason Why Do whatever to get me by Think about the things I Said Read the page it's cold And dead Take me home Yeah, take me home Take me home Take me home, yeah Take me home Say goodbye, don't follow Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 12, 2010 Author Share Posted March 12, 2010 (edited) built to spill- in the morningin the morningfeeling halfrightif it was more than just 1 dayi'd feel alrighttoday is flat beneath the weight of next day, next day, next day, next dayin the morningfeeling halfrightignore my conditionjust an isolated incidentin the morningfeeling halfrightappearing normalanother isolated incidentwhen my mind's uncertain my body decideswhat it will do to get through the **** of the nightas I trip on the ocean that leads through your eyeswell my eyes can't wait til they finally see through youwhen I get this feeling like I'm gonna start I just have to stop Edited March 12, 2010 by labradford Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NZFalcon Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 "Lucky that my breastsAre small and humbleSo you don't confuseThem with mountains"--Shakira's 'Whenever, Wherever'"I love you likeA fat kid loves cake"--50 Cent's '21 Questions'"Young, black and famousWith money hangin'Out the anus"--Puff Daddy and Mase's 'Can't Nobody Hold Me Down' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rvrndzombii Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 awesome song by jack johnson: Sleep Through the Static. Trouble travels fastWhen you’re specially designed for crash testingOr wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoonCome on and tell us what you’re trying to proveBecause it’s a battle when you dabble in warYou store it up, unleash it, then you piece it togetherWhether the storm drain running rampant just stamp itAnd send it to somebody who’s pretending to careJust cash in your blanks for little toy tanksLearn how to use them, then abuse them and choose themOver conversations relationships are overrated“I hated everyone” said the sunAnd so I will cook all your booksYou’re too good looking and mistookenYou could watch it insteadFrom the comfort of your burning beds…Or you can sleep through the staticWho needs sleep when we’ve got love?Who needs keys when we’ve got clubs?Who needs please when we’ve got guns?Who needs peace when we’ve gone aboveBut beyond where we should have gone?We went beyond where we should have goneStuck between channels my thoughts all quitI thought about them too much, allowed them to touchThe feelings that rained down on the plains all dried and crackedWaiting for things that never cameShock and awful thing to make somebody thinkThat they have to choose pushing for peace supporting the troopsAnd either you’re weak or you’ll use brut force-feed the truthThe truth is we say not as we doWe say anytime, anywhere, just show your teeth and strike the fearOf god wears camouflage, cries at night and drives a dodgePick up the beat and stop hogging the feastThat’s no way to treat an enemyWell mighty mighty appetitewe just eat ‘em up and keep on drivingFreedom can be freezing take a picture from the pretty sideMind your manners wave your bannersWhat a wonderful world that this angle can seeBut who needs to see what we’ve done?Who needs please when we’ve got guns?Who needs keys when we’ve got clubs?Who needs peace when we’ve gone aboveBut beyond where we should have gone?Beyond where we should have goneWe went beyond where we should have goneBeyond where we should have gone Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hammafan58 Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 (edited) "Why don't we get drunk and screw?" - Jimmy Buffet Edited March 12, 2010 by Hammafan58 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xnex Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 Short story about this one and why the lyrics speak to me. I've got two sons (13 & 11) and as I see them getting older and developing more of their own personality and opinions I know the days will come when it's time for them to stand on their own and take control of their lives. And while I do not think there will ever be a time when my children will feel such pressure from me that they have to "set me straight" and remind me that they are men I do see the days coming when my wife and I will have to get accustomed to the silence of an empty house. My greatest hope is that my sons know we tried to do our best for them and that someday God will tell me "you did well". Anyway, I imagine my sons someday telling me some of the things in the lyrics below.Shinedown - Second ChanceMy eyes are open wideAnd by the way, I made itThrough the dayI watched the world outsideBy the way, I'm leaving outTodayI just saw Hayley's cometShe wavedSaid why you always runningIn place?Even the man in theMoon disappearedSomewhere in theStratosphere[Chorus]Tell my mother,Tell my fatherI've done the best I canTo make them realizeThis is my lifeI hope they understandI'm not angry, I'm just saying...Sometimes goodbyeIs a second chancePlease don't cryOne tear for meI'm not afraid ofWhat I have to sayThis is my one andOnly voiceSo listen close, it'sOnly for todayI just saw Hayley's cometShe wavedSaid why you always runningIn place?Even the man in theMoon disappearedSomewhere in theStratosphere[Chorus]Tell my mother,Tell my fatherI've done the best I canTo make them realizeThis is my lifeI hope they understandI'm not angry, I'm just saying...Sometimes goodbyeIs a second chanceHere's my chanceThis is my chanceTell my mother,Tell my fatherI've done the best I canTo make them realizeThis is my lifeI hope they understandI'm not angry, I'm just saying...Sometimes goodbyeIs a second chanceSometimes goodbyeIs a second chance [x2] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bullitt Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes - School's Out Alice CooperSitting in my CadillacListening to my radioSuzy baby get on inTell me where she wanna goI'm living in a nightmareShe's looking like a wet dreamI got myself a CadillacBut I can't afford the gasolineI got holes in my shoesAnd I'm way overdueDown payment blues- Down Payment Blues AC/DC Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Julian St.Clor Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 Rastaman don't apologize to no batty-boyIf yuh dis' King Selassie I,mih gunshot yuh boyGimme de whole ah de girls dem 'cause ah dem have de joyInna de lake of fire me dash yuh boyBadman don't apologize to no batty-boyIf yuh dis' Black people,ey,mih gun will shot yuh boyGimme de whole ah de girls dem 'cause ah dem have de joyInna de lake of fire me dash yuh...ahhoy! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Statick Posted March 12, 2010 Share Posted March 12, 2010 Ghetto Thang by De La SoulPOS:] (Mary had a little lamb) That's a fib, she had two twins though And one crib Now she's only fourteen, what a start But this effect is ground common in these parts Now life in this world can be such a b*tch And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch Negative's the attitude that runs the show When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O [DOVE:] Which is the one to blame when bullets blow Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk Infested are the halls, also the brains Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown The kids are all alone 'Cause it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) [POS:] Who ranks the baddest brother? The ones who rule This title is sought by the coolest fool Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs Attention in the largest span and loves to lead Always found at the jams, but never dance Just provoke violence due to one glance The future plays no matter, just the present flow When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O [DOVE:] Lies are pointed strong into your skull Deep within your brain against the wall To hide or just erase the glowing note Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar Those who blame the G for all bizarre So open up your vents and record well For this is where we stand, for the True tell Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold The truth they never told 'Cause it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) [POS:] Do people really wish when they blow Out the cake candles, and if so Is it for the sunken truth which could arise From out the characters in which the ghetto hides Roses in the ring supply their shown relief Granted it's planted by their shown belief Kill and feed off your own brother man Has quickly been adopted as the master plan Posses of our people has yet to provoke Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke What causes this defect, I don't know Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) Standing in the rain is nothing felt When problems hold more value, but never dealt with Buildings crumbling to the ground Impact noise is silent sound But who's the one to say this life is wrong When ghetto life is chosen strong We seem to be misled about our dreams But dreams ain't what it seem When it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Googlywoogly Posted March 13, 2010 Share Posted March 13, 2010 "Carouselambra"Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,Await their place within the ring of calm;Still stand to turn in seconds of release,Await the call they know may never come.In times of lightness, no intruder dared uponTo jeopardize the course, upset the run;And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sunAs love in the halls of plenty overrun.Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,Unending dances shadowed on the day.Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray;And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,But no one seemed to question in anyway.How keen the storied hunter's eye prevails upon the landTo seek the unsuspecting and the weak;And powerless the fabled sat, too smug to lift a handToward the foe that threatened from the deep.Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened standAdrift upon a sea of futile speech?And to fall to fate and make the 'status plan'Where was your word, where did you go?Where was your helping, where was your bow?Dull is the armour, cold is the day.Hard was the journey, dark was the way.I heard the word; I couldn't stay. Oh.I couldn't stand it another day.Touched by the timely coming,Roused from the keeper's sleep,Release the grip, throw down the key.Held now within the knowing,Rest now within the peace.Take of the fruit, but guard the seed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SiViK_OuTkAsT™ Posted March 13, 2010 Share Posted March 13, 2010 Lords of Acid - Pu**y I wanna see your *****Everybody says it's niceCan I can and come and visit?I'll be at your house tonightThey tell me it's soft to touch and really smoothI can hardly wait to feel that ***** tooYou wanna play with ***** all the timeTo hide that kind of ***** is a crimeYou say you're *****'s clever and so slickBut I think your *****'s kind of sickI wanna see your *****, show it to meLet me see your *****, show it to meShow me your *****, show it to meI want to see your *****, show it to meI want to bet your ***** ain't as pretty as mineI don't hide my ***** like you do all the timeMy *****'s just the sweetest thing you've ever seenCompared to mine your *****'s really ugly and meanI bring my ***** everywhere I go (m-hmm)To watch my little ***** is a showYou say that your ***** really clever and slickBut I think your *****'s really thickI wanna see your *****, show it to meLet me see your *****, show it to meShow me your *****, show it to meI want to see your *****, show it to meShe turns into a tiger when she's ready to eatMy *****'s always hungry for a big chunk of meatSo lay your little ***** right next to mineYou can bring her over around dinner timeMy ***** is the hippest thing around (that's right)She's always been the talk of the townYou say your *****'s clever and so slickBut I think that your *****'s mighty thick (me-ow baby)I wanna see your *****, show it to meLet me see your *****, show it to meShow me your *****, show it to meI want to see your *****, show it to me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 13, 2010 Author Share Posted March 13, 2010 This song reminds me of 9th grade. I'm sure I hate this band now.coldplay- don't panicBones, sinking like stones,All that we fought for,And homes, places we've grown,All of us are done for.And we live in a beautiful world,Yeah we do, yeah we do,We live in a beautiful world,Bones, sinking like stones,All that we fought for,And homes, places we've grown,All of us are done for.And we live in a beautiful world,Yeah we do, yeah we do,We live in a beautiful world.And we live in a beautiful world,Yeah we do, yeah we do,We live in a beautiful world.Oh, all that I know,There's nothing here to run from,Cause, yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 13, 2010 Author Share Posted March 13, 2010 Smashing Pumpkins- RocketBleed in your own lightDream of your own lifeI miss meI miss everything I'll never beAnd on, and onI torch my soul to showThe world that I am pureDeep inside my heartNo more liesA crown of hornsAn image formed deformedThe mark I've borneA mark of scorn to youConsume my love, devour my hateOnly powers my escapeThe moon is out, the stars inviteI think I'll leave tonightSo soon I'll find myself aloneTo relax and fade awayDo you know what's coming downDo you know I couldn't stay free?I shall be freeI shall be freeI shall be freeI shall be freeI shall be free freeFree of those voices inside meI shall be freeI shall be free Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
labradford Posted March 13, 2010 Author Share Posted March 13, 2010 Nirvana- ANOREXORCIST Look your legs are ashes Charred into a special Don't make noise you'll break Your legs are eyes and all You're right I was your incompetant Man just read the furies Special time but you can't Make too much of him Gray Ahhhh Ohhhh I was yours and closer Your were them in New York God me it's to enter See your legs are in your legs I was your end dancer More than all I wish you Got me under with the Nice, nice, nice religious man Ahhhh Ohhhh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Angel_Eyes Posted March 14, 2010 Share Posted March 14, 2010 Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your faceI love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcaseYou tell me where to go andThough I might leave to find itI'll never let your head hit the bedWithout my hand behind itJohn MayerHe's just as proud as he can beOf his anatomyHe goin' give us a peekHe ain't lewd, look at that, look at thatHe's just in the mood to run in the nudeRay StevensThe strands in your eyesThe color them wonderfullStop meThen steal my breathEmeralds from mountainsThrust towards the skyNever revealing their depthEdwin McCain Goo Goo DollsWhenever I stand before my makerAnd the book is open wideAnd the deeds of men both good and badAre recorded there insideThere won't be a sinful way beside my nameOr a time I let Him downFor the crimson blood of JesusKept my wrongs from being foundOh the pages have been stainedBy the blood He shed for mePraise God, I can't read themNeither can HeWhat's been forgiven is forgottenAnd impossible to seeBloodstained pages, stained by bloodShed for meWhenever I stand in wait of judgmentTo account for all my sinAnd a diary of the life I've ledIs the evidence brought inThere will be no need of that log of deedNo conviction handed downFor the crimson blood of JesusKept my wrongs from being foundOh the pages have been stainedBy the blood He shed for mePraise God, I can't read themNeither can HeWhat's been forgiven is forgottenAnd impossible to seeBloodstained pages, stained by bloodShed for meOh the pages have been stainedBy the blood He shed for mePraise God, I can't read themNeither can HeWhat's been forgiven is forgottenAnd impossible to seeBloodstained pages, stained by bloodThat He shed for meOh, stained by blood That He shed for meCrystal LewisAWESOME!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hammafan58 Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 You have so many relationships in this lifeOnly one or two will lastYou go through all this pain and strifeThen you turn your back and they're gone so fastAnd they're gone so fastSo hold on to the ones who really careIn the end they'll be the only ones thereWhen you get old and start losing your hairCan you tell me who will still care?Can you tell me who will still care?Chorus:Mmm bop, ba duba dopBa du bop, ba duba dopBa du bop, ba duba dopBa duMmm bop, ba duba dopBa du bop, Ba du dopBa du bop, Ba du dopBa duPlant a seed, plant a flower, plant a roseYou can plant any one of thoseKeep planting to find out which one growsIt's a secret no one knowsIt's a secret no one knows(Repeat Chorus)In an mmm bop they're gone.In an mmm bop they're not there.In an mmm bop they're gone.In an mmm bop they're not there.Until you lose your hair. But you don't care.(Repeat Chorus)Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know.Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?Can you tell me if it's going to be a daisy or a rose?Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrockSamson Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk HotelWhat a beautiful faceI have found in this placethat is circling all 'round the sunWhat a beautiful dreamthat could flash on the screenin the blink of an eye and be gone from meSoft and sweetlet me hold it close and keep it herewith meAnd one day we will dieand our ashes will flyfrom the aeroplane over the seaBut for now we are younglet us lay in the sunand count every beautiful thing we can seeLove to bein the arms of all I'm keeping herewith meWhat a curious life we have found here tonightThere is music that sounds from the streetThere are lights in the cloudsAnna's ghost all aroundHear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through meSoft and sweetHow the notes all bend and reach above the treesNow how I remember youHow I would push my fingers throughyour mouth to make those muscles movethat made your voice so smooth and sweetAnd now we keep where we don't knowAll secrets sleep in winter clotheswith one they loved so long agonow he don't even know his nameWhat a beautiful faceI have found in this placeThat is circling all round' the sunAnd when we meet on a cloudI'll be laughing out loudI'll be laughing with everyone I seeCan't believe how strange it is to be anything at all Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrockSamson Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 (edited) Ænima - ToolSome say the end is near.Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.I certainly hope we will.I sure could use a vacation from this******** three ring circus sideshow ofFreaksHere in this hopeless ******* hole we call LAThe only way to fix it is to flush it all away.Any ******* time. Any ******* day.Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.Fret for your figure andFret for your latte andFret for your lawsuit andFret for your hairpiece andFret for your prozac andFret for your pilot andFret for your contract andFret for your car.It's a******** three ring circus sideshow ofFreaksHere in this hopeless ******* hole we call LAThe only way to fix it is to flush it all away.Any ******* time. Any ******* day.Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.Some say a comet will fall from the sky.Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.Some say the end is near.Some say we'll see armageddon soon.I certainly hope we will cuzI sure could use a vacation from thisSTUPID ****, silly ****, stupid ****...One great big festering neon distraction,I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.Learn to swim.Mum's gonna fix it all soon.Mum's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.Learn to swim.**** L Ron Hubbard and**** all his clones.**** all these gun-totingHip gangster wannabes.Learn to swim.**** retro anything.**** your tattoos.**** all you junkies and**** your short memory.Learn to swim.**** smiley glad-hands,With hidden agendas.**** these dysfunctional,Insecure actresses.Learn to swim.Cuz I'm praying for mayhemAnd I'm praying for tidal wavesI wanna see the ground give way.I wanna watch it all go down.Mum please flush it all away.I wanna see it go right in and down.I wanna watch it go right in.Watch you flush it all away.Time to bring it down again.Don't just call me pessimist.Try and read between the lines.I can't imagine why you wouldn'tWelcome any change, my friend.I wanna see it come down.Come down.Suck it down.Flush it down. Edited March 15, 2010 by BrockSamson Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B^rooklyn Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 (edited) Immortal Technique - Internally Bleeding "I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messengerBut I was chosen to speak the words of every African slaveDumped in the ocean, stolen by AmericaTortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history booksYour children are holding, internally bleeding, cold bloodedStripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's noLife in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respiratorWaiting to die, hooked up to the f*cking chairWaiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently usedIn my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of lightBurning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tightThe evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now IStand on his right.....Death is a another part of life... These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathingDying on the inside, internally bleedingAngel of death.. Dragging me away while I'm sleepingWatching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaningThese are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathingDying on the inside, internally bleedingAngel of death.. Dragging me away while I'm sleepingWatching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning."Cassidy - Get Retarted "I Was Born To Shine I'm On My Grind Seven Days Ah Week. I Rhyme Sick, Spit Aids To Beats. I Was Raised in The Streets, I Ain't Nevah Been Afraid Of Beef. I Reach Leave You Layed in Ah Grave Deceased." "Yo, I Got Ah Whole New Flow That ive Been Creating Thats in the Making, With the Pen I Been innovating. And I'm intimidatiing Put Fear in Your Heart. Nightime I Shine Like I'm Scared Of The Dark." "Yeah, I Keep My Palm On My P*nis Kuz My Rhymes is The Meanest I Got The Mind Of Ah Genius I Got Hot Punchlines That Remind Ya Of Pheonix, I Son N*ggas Like They Came Out'Of My P*nis." Edited March 15, 2010 by B^rooklyn Skull Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theDIRTYcode Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Ludacris - "We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed"Pretty much sums up what every man wants in a woman! :ph34r: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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