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Lyrics O' Yr Life 2006!!!

  
  

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Jack Fear
20:12 / 21.11.06
The sun is up
The world is flat
Damn good address for a rat
The smell of blood
The drone of flies
You know what to do if the baby cries

Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag

Well we stick our fingers in the ground
Heave and turn the world around
Smoke is blacking out the sun
At night I pray and clean my gun
The cracked bell rings as
The ghost bird sings
And the gods go begging here
So just open fire
As you hit the shore
All is fair in love and war

Hoist that rag
 
 
StarWhisper
11:43 / 24.11.06
Although I speak with the toungue of angels,
if I have not love,
I am become as hollow brass.

Although I have the gift of prophesy,
although I understand all knowledge
and have enough faith to move mountains,
if I have not love,
I am nothing.
 
 
Triplets
19:43 / 25.11.06
When I offer you survival,
You say it's hard enough to live,
It's not so bad, it's not so bad
How do you know that you're right?

"Bling", Confessions of a King
The Killers
 
 
Kali, Queen of Kitteh
19:59 / 25.11.06
I don't know you from Adam, it could make my day
If you leave me a message I'll give it away
'Cause the most perfect strangers that you can talk to
Are the ones who pretend that you're not really you

Are with any attempts here to play Frankenstein
Come with plenty of chances for changing your mind
When you're building your own creation
Nothing's better than real than a real
Imitation

I won't find it fantastic or think it absurd
When the gun in the first act goes off in the third
'Cause it's rare that you ever know what to expect
From a guy made of corpses with bolts in his neck

If the creature is limping the parts are in place
With a mind of its own and a fist for a face
Say hello to your new creation
Now it's better than real
It's a real imitation

You may wonder what the catch is
As we batten down the hatches

And when later we find that the thing we devised
Has the villagers clamouring for it's demise
We will have to admit the futility of
Trying to make something more of this jerry-built love

And you'll notice it bears a resemblance to
Everything I imagined I wanted from you
But at least it's my own creation
And it's better than real
It's a real imitation


Aimee Mann
 
 
Matthew Fluxington
13:16 / 03.12.06
I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
while trying to restructure my character
because it had become vile to its creator
and through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
and waiting for some high time to come again

my mind rejects your frequency
it's static craziness to me
is it a solar fever?
the tv man is too loud
I'm faintly sleeping on a cloud
you turn the dial, I'll try and smile
we live in plastic weather, this family sticks together
we will escape from the south to the west side
my mind rejects your frequency
it's just verbosity to me

dirty old shadow, oh, stay away
don't play your games with me
I am older now, I see the way you operate
if you don't hurt me, then you die
 
 
Kiltartan Cross
17:41 / 04.12.06
Though I have killed the laird Johnston,
What care I for their feud?
My noble heart their wrath disdains;
He was my father's death.

Both night and day I laboured oft,
On him revenged to be.
Now I have got what long I sought,
And I may not stay with thee.

- "Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight", trad.


Blue,

Songs are like tattoos,
You know I've been to sea before.
Crown and anchor me,
Or let me sail away.

Blue,

Here is a song for you,
Ink on a pin,
Underneath the skin,
An empty space to fill in.

There's so many sinking now,
You've got keep thinking,
You can make it through these waves.

Acid, booze and ass,
Needles, guns and grass,
Lots of laughs,
Lots of laughs.

Everybody's saying that,
"Hell's the hippest way to go",
Well I don't think so,
But I'm gonna take a look around it, though.

Blue,

I love you.

- "Blue", Joni Mitchell
 
 
Tsuga
21:26 / 04.12.06
No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell
But they might as well be mute
So you get to keep the pictures
That don't seem like much
Cold white keys under your fingers
Now you're thinking
"That's no substitute
It just don't do it
Like the song of a warm warm body
Loving your touch"

In the court they carve your legend
With an apple in its jaw
And the women that you wanted
They get their laughs
Long silk stockings
On the bedposts of refinement
You're too raw
They think you're too raw
It's the judgement of the moon and stars
Your solitary path
Draw yourself a bath
Think what you'd like to have
For supper
Or take a walk
A park
A bridge
A tree
A river
Revoked but not yet cancelled
The gift goes on
In silence
In a bell jar
Still a song

You've got to shake your fists at lightning now
You've got to roar like forest fire
You've got to spread your light like blazes
All across the sky
They're going to aim the hoses on you
Show 'em you won't expire
Not till you burn up every passion
Not even when you die
Come on now
You've got to try
If you're feeling contempt
Well then you tell it
If you're tired of the silent night
Jesus well then you yell it
Condemned to wires and hammers
Strike every chord that you feel
That broken trees
And elephant ivories conceal
 
 
Jack Fear
23:20 / 04.12.06
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for Summer whose passage is complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat

When Winter
comes howling in

When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
And your rainy-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher, dream of Summertime instead

When Winter
comes howling in

The creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town and the Magistrate's decision

When Winter
comes howling in

When the turkey's in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his module - he's an American astronaut -
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts,
Who got busted just for talking and befriending the wrong sort

When Winter
comes howling in

When Winter
comes howling in
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
14:11 / 08.12.06
You've been going with her for 17 weeks now
But that doesn't make a blind bit of difference to me...

Acting the film star while you were still spoken for
It didn't look rosy for me
But I've considered the alternatives
A few degrees of separation can't be that bad

I feel like C.C. Baxter in Wilder's Apartment
That particular arrangement just came out of the blue
And who was it who sang "I know that you love one
"So why can't you love two?"

I was in full-time education when I got scared of the future
And I've only got a job so I don't disappoint my mother
It's like I've painted myself into a social corner
Well that's what happens when you listen to
Saint
Scott
Walker...
On headphones.
On the bus.
What about us?
What about us?
My friends come round and they ask me: "What about us?"
My friends come round and they ask me: "What about us?"

You know I don't kid myself about happy endings
I'm too old for all that now
But you don't have to worry that much about the future
And it's not as if you ever did before

Because you'll always have everything just as you want it
And there'll always be a phone to ring at three in the morning
And you'll always have someone who'll drive you home
Yes, you'll always have someone, someone to drive you home
Someone to drive you home

Just when you're ready to take on the world
Some other girl had to get there first
And it's obvious that you're a man that's after her own heart
But you know where I am
And you know what I want
And I know I'll never have you completely alone
So I'm trying to draw up a contingency plan
And it's obvious that you're a man that's after her own heart
But you know where I am
And you know that you could have both

You could have both!
 
 
electric monk
15:53 / 08.12.06
I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
(uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
So I had to did, what I had to did
Cause I had to get
(duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
(po po! po po! po po!)
Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know
Slow motion better than
(no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)

You love to hear the story, again and again
About these young brothers, from the City of Wind
Like juice and gin, in the city we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed
Heartless females that wanna ride in em
Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims
We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
On the block white is selling like Eminem
On the block it "Jump Off" like Kim and them
On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then
Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling
Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them
Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
(uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
So I had to did, what I had to did
Cause I had to get
(duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
(po po! po po! po po!)
Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know
Slow motion better than
(no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)

It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts
We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's
Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for
Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe
Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe
Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go
Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto
Arrows on Tarot cards pointing to the grind
Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up
Clench my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations, and jobs get tighter
My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
(uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
So I had to did, what I had to did
Cause I had to get
(duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
(po po! po po! po po!)
Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know
Slow motion better than
(no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)

I - I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me
I - no I can't let it ride
No no not tonight
See I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me

Common and Kanye West - "The Food"
 
 
Hydra vs Leviathan
23:22 / 11.12.06
Peter Tosh - No Sympathy

I can't find no love, no sympathy
what kind of love, they've got for me?
I'm on my way, to happiness
where I can find, some peace and rest

When I'm in troubles, yeah
only me, only me feel the pain
Not one good word of advice
from any of my so-called friends...

I can't find no love, no sympathy
what kind, what kind of love, they've got for me
I'm on my way, yes, to happiness
where I can find, where I can find, some peace and rest, yeah...

Might as well, might as well, yeah
I get out, I get out of hell
Hell could never be made for me
so I'm gonna search, search 'till I'm free...

No love, no love, no sympathy
what kind, what kind of love, they've got for me
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on my way to happiness
where I can find, where I can find some peace and rest

I can't find no love, no, no, no sympathy
what kind, what kind, what kind of love they got, they got, they got for me
On my way to happiness
where I can find, can find some peace and rest

I can't find no love, no sympathy
what kind, what kind, they got for me
They don't love themself, so they can't love no one else
They don't love themself, so they can't love no one else

I just can't find, find, find no love
I can't find, find, find no sympathy
I can't find, can't find, can't find no love at all
What kind of love, love, love people got for me?

I'm searching, searching...
 
 
---
05:48 / 13.12.06
But I adore her
this will never happen
but I adore HER
this will NEVER happen
over my dead body
of course I think about it
burn my path if it does
burn my path if it does
shape my body as I feel torn
shape my body as I feel torn broken
and if it happens
I'll BURN and crawl deeper in my hole
darkness ALWAYS says hello
and your burning body will light my way
burning body light my way
burning body light my way


R.I.P. Angel Girl
 
 
---
16:53 / 14.12.06
too many problems
oh why am i here
i don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well i can see
there's something wrong with you
but what do you expect me to do?
at least i gotta know what i wanna be
don't come to me if you need pity
are you lonely you got no one
you get your body in suspension that's no
problem problem
problem the problem is you
eat your heart out on a plastic tray
you don't do what you want then you'll fade away
you won't find me working nine to five
it's too much fun a being alive
i'm using my feet for my human machine
you won't find me living for the screen
are you lonely all your needs catered
you got your brains dehydrated
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
in a death trip i ain't automatic
you won't find me just staying static
don't you give me any orders
for people like me there is no order
bet you thought you had it all worked out
bet you thought you knew what i was about
bet you thought you'd solved all your problems
but you are the problem
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
i'll leave it to you
problem ther problem is you
you got a problem
oh what you gonna do
they know a doctor
gonna take you away
they take you away
and throw away the key
they don't want you
and they don't want me
you got a problem
the problem is you
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do
problem problem problem
problem problem problem
problem problem problem
problem problem problem






If you need to know who that is, go and dunk your head in a bucket of water.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
17:03 / 14.12.06
Who is it?
 
 
---
17:31 / 14.12.06
Give me a BIG SLOPPY KISS.
 
 
---
23:22 / 17.12.06
We're given a garden
we gave back a parking lot
(we've got about fifteen minutes to go!)
before this audience starts throwing tomatoes, yeah
(it's not the end, there is more show, we've got about fifteen minutes to go!)

survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud
no one's immune, deafening bells, my God, will we survive ourselves?

I'm not an alarmist
but someone should break the glass
(and pull that red T-lever down!)
to get their attention start lobbing the light grenades
(that burst and blind them with the truth, eye for an eye, a tooth for tooth!)

survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud
no one's immune, deafening bells, my God, will we survive ourselves?
survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud
wipe off your face, we've come this far
come on, remember who you are

survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud
no one's immune, deafening bells, my God.
survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud
wipe off your face, we've come this far
come on, remember who you are!
come on, remember who you are!
come on, remember who you are!
remember, remember!
come on, remember who you are!
remember, remember!
come on, remember who you AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRREE!!!!!


Incubus - Light Grenades
 
 
Char Aina
00:23 / 18.12.06
dude, i just googled your lyrics and found out they were megadeth.

i think you need to dunk your head in a bucket of water if you think megadeth are a band everyone should know the lyrics for.

i for one am really fucking glad i have no recollection of any of the times i have been subjected to their metallic mince, and would give at least a fiver to be rid of the nasty after-taste they have left in my brain.
the idea of actually knowing the lyrics is terrifying.

and yes, i fucking love metal.
just not false metal, and certainly not false metal made by dave mustaine.

apologies to anyone sincerely convinced of his genius, but sheesh.
 
 
electric monk
15:54 / 18.12.06
Everyone's standing in line
And the smell of it is making me sick
And physical size makes you right
And the wall are like paper and ice

Speak to me revolution boy
Come out to me daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings

Now tell me the lessons we've botched
And lead me to the oxygen tent
And who will be the speaker of the day
And can I exchange my surprise

Speak to me revolution boy
Come out to me daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings

Guided by Voices - "Greenface"
 
 
electric monk
16:07 / 18.12.06
toksik,

SEX PISTOLS!

SEX.

PISTOLS.
 
 
Char Aina
16:29 / 18.12.06
good point.
blinded by rage, i guess.

that and i havnet listened to that song in about...oh, eight years?
still, what a way to egg my own visage.
 
 
Ticker
19:02 / 18.12.06
a billion words ago
the sailors disappeared
a story for the children
to rock them back to sleep

a million burning books
like torches in our hands
a fabric of ideals
to decorate our homes

a thousand generations
the soil on which we walk
a mountain of mistakes
for us to climb for pleasure

a hundred clocks are ticking
the line becomes a circle
spin the wheel of fortune
or learn to navigate

a choir full of longing
will call our ships to port
the countless lonely voices
like whispers in the dark

a second of reflection can
take you to the moon
the slightest hesitation can
bring you down in flames

a single spark of passion
can change a man forever
a moment in a lifetime
is all it takes to break him

a fraction of a heartbeat
made us what we are
a brother and a sister
for better or for worse

a billion words ago
they sang a song of leaving
an echo from the chorus
will call them back again

a choir full of longing
tonight we light the fires
we call our ships to port
tonight we walk on water
and tomorrow we'll be gone
 
 
Dutch
17:08 / 20.12.06
The Past

Wilt thou forget the happy hours
Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers,
Heaping over their corpses cold
Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould?
Blossoms which were the joys that fell,
And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.

Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet
There are ghosts that may take revenge for it,
Memories that make the heart a tomb
Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom
And with ghastly whispers tell
That joy, once lost, is pain.

- Shelley
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
18:12 / 20.12.06
If we should be arrested before we sleep
Well I'll see you outside in a few days, or a few weeks
And if you should be shot "trying to escape"
Then I'll know that for the lie that's written on its face
Well alright

And if we don't live to be old and faint
It'll be because we got lazy and forgot to get away
When we were young you were the best thing going
And I struggled nightly to keep my hands to myself
Watching you strut down the street telling everyone to go to hell

With a flash of the ankle
A snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp

A lot of gossip and glances; I'd had enough
I grasped you gently by the arm and said "hey, I got a crush"
You caught both my eyes, you gave me a push
You said "hey, you got one back"
And the room caved in

Cos

Only anarchists are
Only anarchists are
Only anarchists are pretty

A lot of gossip and glances; your boyfriend got upset
He punched me squarely in my snout and said "hey, you got a debt"
I turned my eyes into slits, I gave him a kick
I said "hey, you want one back?"
And the room caved in

With a flash of the ankle
A snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp

Cos

Only anarchists are
Only anarchists are
Only anarchists are pretty
 
 
---
06:05 / 26.12.06
I know Im not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to.
Is it attention that we crave dont tell us to behave,
Im sick of always hearing act your age.

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
Its none of your concern, I guess Ill never learn.
Im sick of being told to wait my turn.

I dont want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
 
 
---
11:06 / 26.12.06
Probably my last post in this thread of furious awesomeness, and it's directed to the 'man', not my Barb family :

No sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought
Ahh... no sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought inside
Your head now


Uplift - uplifting
Uplifting now

On hallucinogenic "uplift"
I can step out of my body
Religion is in myself
I'll split my head in two and see you twice

No sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought
Ahh... no sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought inside
your head now


Uplift... uplifting
Uplifting now...

Uplifting you now...

Give me alcohol extremeties
Instead of proofless christianity
Drunked up in a coma place
Critics disgusted, but a smile on my fucking face
I do anything that I want
And I get everything that I ask
And if this message bothers you, you know
Just kiss my fucking ass hole
 
 
---
11:27 / 26.12.06
In fact, no. I don't feel right adding that as my last lyrics here, I'm adding this aswell, seeing as they're lyrics of my life for this year for sure, and every year :

A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. otherwise I can’t go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act’s a little old.

But I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I’m still right
Here.
But I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I’m still right
Here.

I’m gonna wait it out

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

I’m gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

I still may. and I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
And I still may. and I still may. and I still may.

I’m gonna wait it out.
I’m gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.



Tool - The Patient
 
 
Dutch
21:07 / 26.12.06
Just to be emo. This christmas is not the happiest of my life.

When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special,
you're so fucking special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?.
I don't belong here

She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.
 
  

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