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I'm really okay, thanks, there's nothing to witness I said as I looked back from the edge of a cliff The old man looking down lent over the ridge struck with a grin as if a blessing had hit him.
I slumped on the jut of the cliff Just leave me alone, this is none of your business I will, said the old man, but just one thing, And what he said was so lovely it stunned me.
He said: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock. I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost, But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot
For billions of years since the outset of time Every single one of your ancestors has survived Every single person on your mum and dad's side Successfully looked after and passed on to you life. What are the chances of that, like? It comes to me once in a while And everywhere I tell folk it gets the best smile.
And then the old man walked away and out of sight Til the sound of him hiking turned to the sound of silence. I just froze in a profound surprise and from down on my pride I found a smile to my eyes.
And for many days again I've been passing the same cliff and on many occasions I'd chance on the same thing.
Laying in the moss, in the same way I was would be another man looking like he needed a change of luck.
So I'd say: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock. I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost, But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot
For billions of years since the outset of time Every single one of your ancestors has survived Every single person on your mum and dad's side Successfully looked after and passed on to you life. What are the chances of that, like? It comes to me once in a while And everywhere I tell folk it gets the best smile.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:35 pm
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There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And it's filled with people who are filled with s**t And the vermin of the world inhabit it. But not for long...
They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race Mrs Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one they put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.
Now we all deserve to die Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief
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Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave? Come and visit your good friend Sweeney. You sir, you sir? Welcome to the grave.
Sweeney Todd - Epiphany
So I got my boots on, got the right 'mount of leather And I'm doing me up with a black color liner And I'm workin' my strut but I know it don't matter All we need in this world is some love There's a thin line 'tween the dark side and the light side baby tonight It's a struggle gotta rumble trying to find it
From New York to LA getting high rock n' rollin Get a room trash it up 'til it's ten in the morning Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maseratis What they need in this world is some love There's a thin line tween a wild time and a flat line baby tonight It's a struggle, gotta rumble tryin' to find it
The flashing of the lights It might feel so good But I've got you stuck on my mind, yeah! The fashion and the stage It might get me high But it don't mean a thing tonight
Adam Lambert-If I Had You
Then all of yugioh LEATHER PANTS LADY GAGA PARODY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_Bu-bRIvc0
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 6:40 am
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Gotta love Ed Gein (the band)'s lyrics. So straight and to the point
Don't yell "white power" at me you white trash piece of s**t. I'm not your god damn brother. I won't stand here and watch you draw lines in the sand and divide us up by ******** you and your ******** your ignorant confederate culture. We're all human beings, why don't you start acting like one. arrow
Drunks, Wife beaters, Racism, Sexism, Homophobia, Plutocracy, Bureaucracy, Health insurance, Cancer, Military spending, Budget deficits, Rich drug dealers, Poor teachers, Mass media, Mass propaganda, Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat. Is no one paying attention? Is no one pissed off but me? Open your eyes. It's all around you. Open your eyes. We're drowning in it. arrow
You're supposed to serve a higher power, But instead you serve the will of your tiny d**k. A pervert of the cloth, taking cover behind the church. Praying on your brothel (of altar boys). I'd love to kick the holy s**t out of you 'father', And the pope is no better; Saying you'll be punished in heaven. Imaginary justice in an imaginary afterlife. But until then, the church of molestation is in session. "Suck my d**k for a free ride to heaven!" arrow
Nothing is more destructive than the belief that god is on your side. Radical Muslim suicide bombers have it, and so does our president. We're all screwed. The most dangerous men in the world fighting like children over who has The better imaginary friend. Grow up before someone gets their eye poked out with a nuke. arrow
Incredible Musicians, particularly the drummer, but they seriously need a proper vocalist who doesn't sound like prepubescent s**t.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 12:33 pm
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Older Crowd by MC Chris
I got the bass for your face Yes I can hold it down These kids are such a disgrace I need an older crowd
Mental stimulation Voter Registration Patches on my elbows Match the colors of my cords
Feeling cheeky five feet weekly I beseech thee let's be daring No preparing no agendas Let's go where the paper sends us
Open mic perhaps a slam Don't care where, I need to jam Grab your purse and clip-on ear rings Sorry I'm so commandeering
Air in tires and tank's got petrol Acting weird cause I was let go Say I'm boring like I'm dead Say I lack a cutting edge
I will show them that I'm rolling Jam while jerks can kiss my colon Nouveau guys won't stand a chance Please park it Margaret I must dance
I got the bass for your face Yes I can hold it down These kids are such a disgrace I need an older crowd
Mental stimulation Voter Registration Patches on my elbows Match the colors of my cords
Are you joking? It's too smoky There's a cover, we should leave Let's not panic, let's beat traffic And get home in time for tea
Kids have access nostalgia waxes Can't relax if I can't breath Let's just exit I, we're not sexy I feel fat and elderly
Let's play Scrabble, let's play Boggle Discovery channel with Ted Kopple Kids are awful, they're all moshing So obnoxious sneezing, coughing
Spilling beer and breaking glasses They're no fun, these trust fall fascists No more head tricks, we've got Netflix Let's grow beehives and mustaches
I got the bass for your face Yes I can hold it down These kids are such a disgrace I need an older crowd
Mental stimulation Voter Registration Patches on my elbows Match the colors of my cords
There is vomit on the toilet And no soap I can dispense Girl names Wendy grabbed my testes Now I have no confidence
Can't believe it, I smell reefer We might get a contact high I feel loopy I see snoopies I need pizza with these doobies
I feel mellow, legs are jello Hold me up or I might pass Someone dosed my Diet Coke It's not a joke so please don't laugh
Freaky Friday might go my way I feel like a different person Now I'm tripping, ceiling's dripping Wait a minute, no crowd surfing
I got the bass for your face I got the bass for your face I got the bass for your face I got the bass for your face Yes I can hold it down
I got the bass for your face Yes I can hold it down These kids are such a disgrace I need an older crowd
Mental stimulation Voter Registration Patches on my elbows Match the colors of my cords
I got the bass for your face Yes I can hold it down These kids are such a disgrace I need an older crowd
Mental stimulation Voter Registration Patches on my elbows Match the colors of my cords
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 3:02 pm
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The Whorst Pies In Londen
Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a -- Fright, I thought you was a ghost! Half a minute, can'tcher sit! Sit you down, sit! All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks! Did you come here for a pie, sir? Do forgive me if me head's a little vague -- Ugh! What is that? But you think we had the plague! From the way that people Keep avoiding -- No you don't! Heaven knows I try, sir! Ick! But there's no one comes in even to inhale! Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale? Mind you, I can't hardly blame them! These are probably the worst pies in London! I know why nobody cares to take them, I should know, I make them, But good? No! The worst pies in London, Even that's polite! The worst pies in London, If you doubt it, take a bite! Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it! It's nothing but crusting! Here, drink this, you'll need it! The worst pies in London... And no wonder with the price of meat What it is When you get it Never Thought I'd live to see the day Men'd think it was a treat Findin' poor Animals Wot are dyin' in the street! Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop! Does a business but I notice something weird. Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared! Have to hand it to her -- Wot I calls Enterprise Poppin' pussies into pies! Wouldn't do in my shop! Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick! And I'm tellin' you, them pussycats is quick! No denying times is hard, sir Even harder than the worst pies in London! Only lard and nothing more -- Is that just revolting, All greasy and gritty? It looks like it's molting, And tastes like, Well, pity A woman alone, With limited wind, And the worst pies in London! Ah, sir, times is hard, Times is hard!
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 4:35 pm
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You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still All you'll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind colors of the wind pochontas
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the hotel california Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain, ’please bring me my wine’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the hotel california What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before ’relax,’ said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!
Hotel California Eagles
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:46 pm
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POS - POS is ruining my life
It was buried under a flask and uh Caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence Indulgence in bourbon, these urban twin city kids Is disturbed I look around to see the same s**t from her She could just sit silently, watchin' life just pass by in a blur Ain't it funny? We can sneak into our lives in a stir Over the perfect things to say And then just choke on the words?
Everybody wanna be the next Everybody wanna be in step Everybody wanna ******** want the consequence of playin' defence Everybody's got s**t luck Everybody wanna move to their inner beat Everybody wanna make a dent Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend Everybody hates me Everybody wanna fight We can't stand to wake up in the sun But can't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there wit ya I'm sicker in my own skin I got the clothes and the jaded grin I'm at the bar or the coffee shop But I don't like drinkin' And I ********' hate coffee shops I'm off to stop the world It's left spinnin like a twist-a-whirl This ain't amusment, I'm a loser Two cents, two cents, all this bullshit, uh Got my two cents But everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my fiver Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' my cup, it's like
If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Look at me, if you can't see them, then they can't see you Right, close your eyes
I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
Of this, And It's strained to think It might break Scratch, Crack, Silence, This, And It's strained to think It might break Scratch, Crack,
I, Live in a city, like any other We all live alone The only difference is we don't seem to know it Frozen and lonesome, When it's cold In the summer gotta wait for the loathing Holding, our posture so low And we drink so there's not much worth noting Strolling, so vacant, so shaken, so grown, so god! so mistaken So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out So full of doubt, so full of restraint So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof That we thought was soul
If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Need to see if you can't see them, then they can't see you Right, close your eyes
I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:18 am
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I Painted Your Room At Midnight, So I'd Know Yesterday Was Over. I Put All Your Books On The Top Shelf, Even The One With The Four Leaf Clover. Man I'm Getting Older.
I took all your pictures off the wall, And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket. I haven't slept in what seems like a century. And now I can barely breathe.
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly, Dandelions lost in the summer sky. When you and I were gettin' high as outer space, I never thought you would slip away. I guess I was just a little too late.
Your words still serenade me, Your lullabies won't let me sleep. I've never heard such a haunting melody, oh it's killing me. You know I can barely breathe. Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly, Dandelions lost in the summer sky. When you and I were gettin' high as outer space, I never thought you would slip away. I guess I was just a little too late,
shinedown- Crow and the butterfly
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly, Dandelions lost in the summer sky. When you and I were gettin' high as outer space, I never thought you would slip away.
Like a crow chasing the butterfly, Dandelions lost in the summer sky. When you and I were gettin' high as outer space, I never thought you would slip away. I guess I was just a little too late, (Ohh) Just a little too late.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 11:16 am
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Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head
But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really ******** it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my...
Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble Little Lion Man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck
But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really ******** it up this time Didn't I, my dear? (x2)
Didn't I, my dear?
Ahhhhh......
But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really ******** it up this time Didn't I, my dear? (x2)
Didn't I, my dear?
Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man.
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