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04-05-2009, 06:23 PM | #1 (permalink) |
afrocentric
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: texas
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If you were a lyric...
a friend of mine swears that meet virgina by train was written about me,....and while i dont know if i should take that as a compliment or not,...its gotten me thinkin,...
if you were a lyric what song would have wanted written about you,....to you,...
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i changed my mind; i changed my mind;now i'm feeling different all that time, wasted i wish i was a little more delicate i wish my i wish my i wish my i wish my i wish my name was clementine - sarah jaffe |
04-05-2009, 06:31 PM | #2 (permalink) |
why bother?
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: UK
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The Fall's Couldn't Get Ahead springs to mind...
Couldn't get ahead
I just couldn't get ahead Come out of pub, the shop is closed Come out of pub, harry wants to know When the next bus is I said five or ten minutes I had my change in my hands The bus flashes past My hands are caught Couldn't get ahead. I just couldn't get ahead In a week, earned money for month Got all my jobs done My eyelids were sick of it Gist was I could sleep for a day? But bad bills have no respect for a decent mans rest Flopping on the doorstep Outlined in color red Couldn't get ahead. just couldn't get ahead On an asiatic plane with wings not of the grain Toilet queue was endless Couldn't get a beer The hostesses were muslims When I get in toilet, Light flashes: return to seat I feared withdrawal And I feared beer was making sludge of my head Couldn't get ahead. just couldn't get ahead Now my problems are solved Its a remedy of old I pretend I'm blind you see Put on some armani clothes And act like ET Where I'm at is a cabbage patch No longer strewn with weeds Have a ghandi at me Colour mags wish me well No more, no get ahead Couldn't get ahead. just couldn't get ahead |
04-05-2009, 06:33 PM | #3 (permalink) |
afrocentric
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: texas
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wow
sad day
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i changed my mind; i changed my mind;now i'm feeling different all that time, wasted i wish i was a little more delicate i wish my i wish my i wish my i wish my i wish my name was clementine - sarah jaffe |
04-05-2009, 07:23 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Such That
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Austin, Tx
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I could probably put more thought in to this, but this song always held significance with me
Dogs Die in Hot Cars- Somewhat off the Way O-o-oh, whoa-o-o-o-oh, O-o-oh, whoa-o-o-o-o-whoa Were the teachers any good at it Were they good at their jobs It must be hard, can they handle it When we become what they said we'd not O-o-oh, whoa-o-o-o-oh, O-o-oh, whoa-o-o-o-o-whoa Now we work and we pay for it Doing any old chore It makes money so we stick it through And day to day The days go by and by and by and by, well I just don't want to die like a fool I'm not Lost I'm somewhat off the way I'm gonna Do what I said I'd do at school And be the one that says 'Hey This ain't so hard And it's kinda cool' O-o-oh, whoa-o-o-o-oh, O-o-oh, whoa-o-o-o-o-whoa When we look at the clock we know How much longer we have It's not the hours and the minutes that go It's everything that we said And it's gone are you glad Now we're struggling to pay the bills With the money we've got And the world seems to frown on us And we're learning more than we've ever learnt And I like it a lot I just don't want to die like a fool I'm not Lost I'm somewhat off the way I'm gonna Do what I said I'd do at school And be the one that says 'Hey This ain't so hard And it's kinda cool' |
04-05-2009, 08:20 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Cardboard Box Realtor
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Hobb's End
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Waiting For The Beat To Kick In
Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip Silently I step up with a subversive subtext, Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects, Place my faith in the belief that the general public, Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet, I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom, Well not just yet, But if there's something I feel strongly about, Then I'll discuss it, And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket? I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say "**** IT".. Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for my feet to grow wings, That lift me above, All of these tiresome things, That we know and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for my feet to grow wings, That lift me above, All of these tiresome things, That we know and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does. A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.. You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be. ...Right I was walking along through unfamiliar streets, And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around. I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York, But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films, I can't really explain why it just had that vibe, Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic. So I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar sitting on some metal steps I saw a man, From the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink, But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him, With due care.. "Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud, "We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd", Now just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get, But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step, He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through, Who will administer advice and guidelines to you, Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true, But whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose", At that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear, Which, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird, Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard, And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here, In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant, For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant, Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence, But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent", With this information I was encouraged to walk on, I continued alone through these empty streets, Thinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking about how ****ing strange the day had been so far, I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest, And a guy said "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there", I looked up, He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler, I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya, I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today, And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say, But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom, And I observe every single life lesson I'm given, I won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved, Because you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed, But I will offer you advice on dealing with life, Its ups and its downs, Its troubles and its strifes, Now I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry, Wanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly, But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B, And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family, How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood, And then just be.. in.. a good mood? That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact, You control your emotions it's as simple as that", He walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter, I'd barely had time to realise I was being taught something before he was gone, And I was back on my way. On I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide, And he couldn't be clearer. This guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth, Skinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight jeans, retro look, I'd rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their own skin, Twitchin', smoothing his hair back, kicking the floor and looking up and down the street, He clearly didn't enjoy waiting around so I approached him quickly, To put him out of his misery, And to let him start his.. spiel. "Hi my name is Billy Brown, I ain't gonna give you some quote, Instead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote: 'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain, Cause the villain in the books is always backlit, Always had the feeling I could never be the villain, Cause the villain in the books is always backlit, Now I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason, But this clock is always sitting on my back, tick, tick tick, Then, no explosion but participants errosion, Like a picture over overly exposed and, Like a fox that's been run over in the road and..' Basically what I'm trying to say to you is, You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you, Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you, What's that other line of yours.. 'If you can't forgive and forget, How's this, Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it', See that's how it's gotta be. Then you can fall in love, get on with your life and be free", Almost before he could finished this sentence he was off down the street, Hands in his pockets, hurrying away.. Now quite accepting of the totally surreal time I was having I rounded a corner, And continued onto my next encounter, Resigned to the fact this was some dream or hallucination, I made my way through the now dark street, To the one window that had a light on, I walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down, And a sillhouetted figure like a film noir scene, But sadly no sign saying Private Eye. As I entered a voice promptly said.. "This journey's almost over, I'm the only one left, Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Walter Nepp, The other guys have taught you things of great positive worth, But I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to Earth, See you can live your life in control and be nice, But even that will not promise you a happy life, You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy, But I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie, Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em, You don't have to be backlit to be the villain, Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness, There's a level of benevolence inside all of us, You can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream, But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen, So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it, It ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits, You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for you feet to grow wings, That lift you above, All of these tiresome things, That you know and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for you feet to grow wings, That lift you above, All of these tiresome things, That you know and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does" |
04-06-2009, 10:36 AM | #7 (permalink) |
What a guy
Join Date: Oct 2008
Location: Brentwood, TN
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I'm sick of feeling my soul
To people who'll never know Just how purposeless and empty they've grown Because the language confuses like computers refuse to understand how I'm feeling today I'm freezing and losing my way I don't need another map of your head I am freezing and losing my way I don't need another map of your head I saw a liquid control That gives life to a soul I hit my head on it and woke up to know That I was all alone Wearing just socks and a phone Someone screaming like their world might explode Yeah I'm freezing and losing my way I don't need another map of your head I'm freezing and losing my way I don't want another map of your head
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04-06-2009, 11:41 AM | #8 (permalink) |
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High Writer At Home
Tell me of time A part of sky to meet under Wandering light On the work when you were younger And now, you've let go the good And need to find a final high, silent Skywriter at home Lay on the ground Begin to feel the comfort Hard to the world A fence to bound and climb over And now, your voice enjoys a place New and far from your old bind Skywriter at home |
04-06-2009, 03:47 PM | #10 (permalink) |
A.B.N.
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: NY baby
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Trapt - Use me to use you
Its hard to trust a stranger You're a stranger to yourself So who's to blame Drown away emotion As you numb yourself from any real Pain There's nothing more real And nothing's what it seems We're always caught in between There's nothing left to feel But still you can not leave You don't know what you need I know that you use me to use you I know that you use me to use you I know that you use me to use you To use you Yeah it's mostly about one of my exes but it still feels so close to me today even when I hear it after three years |
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