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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 2:41 pm
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"House Of Wolves"
Well, I know a thing about contrition, Because I got enough to spare. And I'll be granting your permission, 'Cause you haven't got a prayer. Well I said hey, hey hallelujah, I'ma come on sing the praise. And let the spirit come on through ya, We got innocence for days!
Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell, Everybody burn the house right down.
And say, ha What I wanna say Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, Kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave.
(Yes I am, uh yes I am Yes I am, uh yes I am Yes I am, uh yes I am Yes I am, uh yes I am)
You play ring around the ambulance, Well like you never gave a care. So get the choir boys around you, It's a compliment, I swear. And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down, I wanna hear you sing the praise, I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down, We got innocence for days!
Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell, Everybody burn the house right down.
And say, ha What I wanna say Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, Kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave.
You better run like the devil, 'Cause they're never gonna leave you alone! You better hide up in the alley, 'Cause they're never gonna find you a home! And as the blood runs down the walls, You see me creepin' up these halls. I've been a bad ******** your sister I'm another Go! Go! Go!
And I said, say, What I wanna say Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, Kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave.
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. So get up! So get out! Yes I am, yes I am!
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:29 pm
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I have these written on my binder.
Atreyu - "Dilated"
Yesterday I forgot to breathe for, like, the sixth time this week. Maybe it was the pink cloud-strafed sky that changed my mind and brought me back. Seems like every day it's kill or be killed. [with all this anger, we cannot progress] With all this anger, there is no time to inhale or progress or catch the smell of something that you once knew. Because everyday it's bear the load or break. When will it be too much? Have you ever stopped, raised your face up to the sun and screamed? Let it out, exhale the pain that strangulates your soul. When will I be free? My lungs take in the fragrance of remorse. What is the cost, am I living? If you let your lungs fill with pain then you will drown in your own regret. I am drowning in my own regret. [stop. look around. what do you see? rebuild, renew. everything is so beautiful if we just take the time.] My arms feel so numb. My heart palpitates, missing a beat. The blood freezing in my veins, the taste of rust in my mouth. So today I just threw it all away. Though the light burns my eyes, I will not be blind. If you blink you could miss so much. Please don't ever close your eyes.
Those may be inaccurate. Too lazy to do a search.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:17 pm
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Claire! At The Postoffice
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:53 am
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AFI This Celluloid Dream
Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite And in the mirror, all midnight eyes Oh, if I could remain, but it's just a visit All midnight eyes read "vacancy" Twisted, twisting
To the lovely dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?" But they never stopped playing "their song" Of a joyous song they sing, I've heard whispers On a freezing note, I resonate
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end Just like a memory, it twists me Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end Twist... twisting me
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic Onto the melting boy, and melt away You light as gently, you're so cinematic Bathed in your radiance, I melt
In the glitter, in the dark, sunk into velvet Praying this will never end In the shadow of a star, in static pallor I realized I never began
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end Just like a memory, it twists me Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end Twist... twisting me
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic Onto the melting boy, and melt away You light as gently, you're so cinematic Bathed in your radiance, I melt
All the colours upon leaving, all will turn to grey All the colours upon leaving, all will turn to grey (All grey) All the colours (All grey) upon leaving (All grey) all will turn to grey (All grey) All the colours (All grey) upon leaving (All grey) all will turn to grey... grey...
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic Onto the melting boy, and melt away You light as gently, you're so cinematic Bathed in your radiance
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic You land as lightly as the new snow, and melt away You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic Bathed in your radiance, I melt
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Claire! At The Postoffice
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:04 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:49 pm
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This is called The @$$hole Song by Denis Leary. This song is totally kickass.
[Spoken] Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know.
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job I'm your average white suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a cuban cigar
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested (Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh) No, I've gotta go out and have fun At someone else's expense (Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane While people behind me are going insane
I'm an a*****e (He's an a*****e, what an a*****e) I'm an a*****e (He's an a*****e, such an a*****e)
I use public toilets and piss on the seat I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?"
I'm an a*****e (He's an a*****e, what an a*****e) I'm an a*****e (He's the world's biggest a*****e)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces While handicapped people make handicapped faces
I'm an a*****e (He's an a*****e, what an a*****e) I'm an a*****e (He's a real ******** a*****e)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
Naaaah!
I'm an a*****e (He's an a*****e, what an a*****e) I'm an a*****e (He's the world's biggest a*****e)
[Spoken] You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a God damned thing anybody can do about it. YOu know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why.
[Spoken] Two words. Nuclear ******** weapons, okay?! Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the Democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle of Tiananmen square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen. And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiple that by 15-million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes... (Hey) and Lee Marvin (Hey) and Sam Pekinpah (Hey) And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas... (Hey, you know you really are an a*****e) Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal!
I'm an a*****e (He's an a*****e, what an a*****e) I'm an a*****e (He's the world's biggest a*****e)
A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody! A-S-S-H-O-L-E
[Barking] Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Fung achng tum a fung tum a fling chum Oooh Oooh
[Spoken] I'm an a*****e and proud of it!
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:30 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 12:34 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:52 am
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n Extremo - Liam
Lá Gera amháin Ná li sé ina theannta In Shéid an stoirm, bhris na tonnta Lá ar bhádh a stór sa mhuir Extremo Chaoin an ghaod oíche Chaoin sí ina cluas 'Liam Fada amach Chuaigh sé Do stór caillte
'Liam, 'Liam, bím I gcónai I do theannta Songtexte 'Liam, 'Liam, Tá grá agam don mhuir 'Liam, 'Liam, 'Liam, 'Liam, 'Liam, 'Liam Songtext Beidh mé cout gan mhoill
I mbád a hathair Lyrics Lan sí le highri gréine Sheol si de lá is d'oíche Lyric D'impigh sí na Dayha Bhí an chinnúint léi Liedertexte Rinne said trócaire uirthi Fada amuigh Ansin bhuail sí le long
'Liam, 'Liam…
'Chaptaen, cogar anois dom An bhfuil mo stór in bhur measc Alle Strac na tonnta é thar bhord Rug an mhuir fhián é léi In Chaoin an cailín Chaoin sí go gare Fada amuigh Extremo Gur imigh a deora le mhuir
'Liam, 'Liam...
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 9:52 am
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