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| Devil Wolf | Monday 4-02-2008, 06:55 Post #101 |
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LIKE A BOSS
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Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein wollte ganz alleine sein das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden so hat man es für tot befunden es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt in einer kalten Winternacht ist das kleine Herz erwacht Als der Frost ins Kind geflogen hat es die Spieluhr aufgezogen eine Melodie im Wind und aus der Erde singt das Kind Hoppe hoppe Reiter und kein Engel steigt herab mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter nur der Regen weint am Grab hoppe hoppe Reiter eine Melodie im Wind mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter und aus der Erde singt das Kind Der kalte Mond in voller Pracht hört die Schreie in der Nacht und kein Engel steigt herab nur der Regen weint am Grab Zwischen harten Eichendielen wird es mit der Spieluhr spielen eine Melodie im Wind und aus der Erde singt das Kind Hoppe hoppe Reiter und kein Engel steigt herab mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter nur der Regen weint am Grab hoppe hoppe Reiter eine Melodie im Wind mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter und aus der Erde singt das Kind Hoppe hoppe Reiter mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter Am Totensonntag hörten sie aus Gottes Acker diese Melodie da haben sie es ausgebettet das kleine Herz im Kind gerettet Hoppe hoppe Reiter eine Melodie im Wind mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter und auf der Erde singt das Kind hoppe hoppe Reiter und kein Engel steigt herab mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter nur der Regen weint am Grab |
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| Phazorn | Monday 4-02-2008, 07:12 Post #102 |
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NOTHING
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When we were young the future was so bright (whoa) The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa) And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa) was gonna make it big in every beat. Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa) The kids are grown up but their lives are worn(whoa) How can one little street Swallow so many lives? Chorus: Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for What used to be Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives Shattered dreams Go! Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa) Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa) Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job (whoa) Just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot Jay commited suicide (whoa) Brandon OD'd and died (whoa) What the hell is going on? Cruelest dream reality Chances blown, nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still, it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams Go! Chances blown, nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still, it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams |
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| Adam | Monday 4-02-2008, 07:25 Post #103 |
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Proto Fal'Cie
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Fear's awake Anger beats loud Face reality Never be charity The enemy you're fighting covers whole society (Damn right) Mommy's not here gotta fight (All night) Right here shadow 10 o'clock direction Seize the moment They destroy the nation Your rhyme is slow-motion Give me motivation Freaked out now And dead on arrival Round up around Spit out all over Rhyme like a rolling stone Come in the crowd Watch out the moon They diss you loud Guess what this sound It bombs whole ground So round up Don't ease your pace Cuz enemy is brutal Moment of truth There ain't no truce You're the only one One world One love But the battle goes on Shadows of mass destruction |
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| Adam | Monday 4-02-2008, 07:26 Post #104 |
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Proto Fal'Cie
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I will burn my dread Burn my dread There's no man's land No man's ever survived Invisible hands are Behind you just now If you ever win that Race against rage then You'll be the king coz It's no man's land (For real) The mask in heavy rain Ultimately slain Make shadows slave What they done is in vein Carrying AK-47 Twenty four-seven but You've got eleven Persecuted by heaven Comes from the direction No indication You've got to To let it move first Let it out Let it down Let it inside Let loose Letting letting damn depressed Let's get it up Then which gotta do is to Drop the hammer down Drop rhyme drop hammer Digging like a labor You've got blood all over Ash all over Spit it out son Game's over Burn my dread Tear up your fear The end is coming near Spit it out like a spear I'll burn your dread No soul Robust All dust We bust justice To the man with no life |
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| Stockholm Syndrome | Monday 4-02-2008, 07:42 Post #105 |
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Facesitter
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Legions (In Hiding) by Testament Domestically violent With razorblade smiles A two-faced role model fool Infested with anger A well-hidden crime Teaching those lessons so cruel Ah, the torment spreads War inside my head Please just set me free You call this a family Battered, abusive There's no wrong or right When you're enslaved in your room Hiding from demons In urban daylight Knowing that they'll be there soon Confusion and bruises And scars left for life When physical evidence fades Silently screaming Just to be loved Their innocence taken away Ah, the torment spreads War inside my head Please just set me free You call this...a family? Virtues are shattered By parents they trust When all love they give is misused The next generation The damaged will learn To keep spinning wheels of abuse Ah, the torment spreads War inside my head Please just set me free You call this...a family? |
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| OHJOY90 | Monday 4-02-2008, 14:56 Post #106 |
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C4 Layer
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Soul Love - David Bowie Stone love - she kneels before the grave A brave son - who gave his life to save the slogans That hovers between the headstone and her eyes For they penetrate her grieving New love - a boy and girl are talking New words - that only they can share in New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning Love is careless in its choosing Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenceless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none Just to touch the flaming dove All I have is my love of love And love is not loving Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and Told of love - and how my God on high is All love - though reaching up my loneliness evolves By the blindness that surrounds him
Is that I Zimbra by Talking heads, derived from the poem Gadji beri bimba? *In with smartarse* <_< |
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| Stockholm Syndrome | Tuesday 5-02-2008, 14:03 Post #107 |
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Facesitter
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Dethklok - Dethharmonic I want to keep my money, and give away absolutely nothing to the government, who moderates my spending and obliterates depending on what time of the year. Brutality is NEAR. In the form of income tax, I'd rather take a fucking axe to my face. Blow up this place with you all in it I'd do it in a minute. If I could, I'd write off your murder. I'd save all of my receipts, because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year. I'd rather you be dead, than ponder parting with my second home. I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant. I'd rather you be dead. I'd rather you be dead. Prepare the laser beam. We gonna use it tonight. Engage the laser beam. It's gonna end your life. We're gonna use it tonight. If I could I'd write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year. I'd rather you be dead, than ponder parting with my second home. I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant. I'd rather you be dead. I'd rather you be dead now. Be dead now. Be dead now. Be dead now. Be dead. |
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| Wakapanda Of Doom | Tuesday 5-02-2008, 16:07 Post #108 |
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ONE OF THE ORIGINAL FUCKS
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Growin' up, you don't see the writing on the wall Passin' by, movin' straight ahead, you knew it all But maybe sometime if you feel the pain You'll find you're all alone, everything has changed Play the game, you know you can't quit until it's won Soldier on, only you can do what must be done You know in some way you're a lot like me You're just a prisoner and you're tryin' to break free I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire Burning up, don't know just how far that I can go (just how far I go) Soon be home, only just a few miles down the road I can make it, I know I can You broke the boy in me, but you won't break the man I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me, burnin' in me Just once in his life a man has his time and my time is now, I'm coming alive I can hear the music playin', I can see the banners fly Feel like you're back again, and hope ridin' high Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me Burnin', burnin' in me, I can feel it burnin' Oooh, burnin' inside of me... ___ John Parr - St. Elmo's Fire (Man In Motion) |
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| Ectopants | Tuesday 5-02-2008, 16:23 Post #109 |
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Handsome Devil
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Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99 And the walls came down all the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can Jan got married at fourteen to a rackateer named Bill She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit He was taking the whole thing personal He didn't care about the loot Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last" Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go" She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you dont' know" The undercover cop was found face down in a field The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl" Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on I guess I'll to to Florida and get myself some sun There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometime I think of Jan Sometime I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man |
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| Stockholm Syndrome | Thursday 7-02-2008, 13:54 Post #110 |
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Facesitter
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By Your Side by CocoRosie I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I just wanted to be your housewife All I wanted was to be your housewife I'll iron your clothes I'll shine your shoes I'll make your bed And cook your food I'll never cheat I'll be the best girl you'll ever meet And for a diamond ring I'll do these kinds of things I'll scrub your floor Never be a bore I'll tuck you in I do not snore I'd wear your black eyes Bake you apple pies I don't ask why And I'll try not to cry I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out And it's nearly midnight And all I want with my life Is to be a housewife Is to be a housewife 'Cause it's nearly midnight And all I want with my life Is to die a housewife Is to die a housewife |
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| Stockholm Syndrome | Wednesday 13-02-2008, 20:48 Post #111 |
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Facesitter
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War Pigs by Black Sabbath Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait until their Judgment Day comes Now in darkness, world stops turning Ashes where their bodies burning No more war pigs of the power Hand of God has struck the hour Day of Judgment, God is calling Begging mercy for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings |
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| Ectopants | Wednesday 13-02-2008, 20:58 Post #112 |
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Handsome Devil
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I could have sworn it's "On their knees, the war pigs crawling". |
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| Stockholm Syndrome | Wednesday 13-02-2008, 21:14 Post #113 |
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Facesitter
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I believe you're right, Ecto! |
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| Ectopants | Wednesday 13-02-2008, 21:25 Post #114 |
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Handsome Devil
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Radiohead-No Surpirses A heart that's Full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look So tired and happy Bring down The government They don't, They don't speak for us I'll take A quiet life A handshake Of carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent Silent This is My final fit My final Bellyache with No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Such a Pretty house Such a Pretty garden No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Please |
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| Naomi | Wednesday 13-02-2008, 21:48 Post #115 |
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Roadkill'd
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Sittin' on a porch Smokin' a barrel Shufflin' a round Shootin' to sterile Countin' the sunsets Creepin' up shadows Callin' all mates Caterin' my battle Beaten to a pulp Battered to a dream Bashed in 'til I die Blessin' a requiem Waitin' for her Waitin' for nothin' Waitin' for her Waitin' for nothin' Pickin' the daisies Pluckin' the petals Peddlin' on hope Pleasurin'' the metal Dreamin' to die Dyin' to dare Darin' to defy Defyin' to care Losin' my mind Lustin' for more Learnin' to cry Lovin' to explore Waitin' for her Waitin' for nothin' Waitin' for her Waitin' for nothin' Riddlin' to rhyme Rhymin' to riddle Rehabbed to exhaustion Roastin' to brittle Killin' to obsess Killin' to impress Killin' to regress Killin' to detest Authority in its highest Lost causes in the wisest Criminality to the faithless No pity to their faces Freedom exchanged for expression Judgment impaled to impression Tension raised for detention In our pasts lost never mentioned Molestin' only to crucify Maskin' only to prettify Mutterin' only to reapply Murderin' post no reason why Grindin' nico in your lung Guardin' secrets worth no fun Givin' up 'til half-past one Gratifyin' 'til you're done Yearnin' for another dose Yawnin' with another smile Yellin' 'til you seize that host Yappin' for a good whole mile Waitin' for her Waitin' for nothin' Waitin' for her Waitin' for nothin' Waitin' until she gets the message Waitin' for her Waitin' for this... Fucked up until these words make sense Fawned out until you spit in repents Flailing inside for every thought you called dense Faking until you claim it defense Mission accomplished or compromised? Half my time was lost between those two eyes And yet... I feel no remorse, no regret, no anger Only compassion and love, for that face I call stranger I fear more in seeing her die In seeing her hurt... seeing her cry I shouldn't, or so I'm told, and should just carry on But that's not the point when toying a loaded gun |
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