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06-20-2004, 08:56 PM | #22 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: Sydney, AUS
Posts: 13
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Sia- Breathe Me
Lamb- Gorecki Elliott- Shallow Like Your Breath
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I want a lover I don't have to love. I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full. I need some meaning I can memorise. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind. But you, but you... you write such pretty words. But life's no story book. Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt <333 |
06-30-2004, 08:12 PM | #26 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: Nor Cal
Posts: 45
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Mintaburst, here here for the Right Said Fred, but I would choose that for a different reason.... just to mess with peoples heads. The only down side, is I wouldn't beable to see them freak out...
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07-10-2004, 07:24 PM | #28 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Toronto
Posts: 346
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HMM. I've picked the song of all songs that I would definatley have played at my funeral.
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Don't Forget Me just the perfect song for that.
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Conformity n.(kœn-fôr'mí-tè)- 1. the enemy of friendship. |
07-10-2004, 07:37 PM | #29 (permalink) |
Honky
Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: Birmingham
Posts: 665
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Going Underground by the Jam if it's a burial, Burn Baby Burn by Ash if I'm getting cremated.
I think I'd like Johnny Cash's version of Hurt or something by Elliot Smith. Definitely something with a really strong male vocal. Possibly Street Spirit by Radiohead, because my mum loves it. |
07-10-2004, 10:44 PM | #30 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: Good 'ole Twinsburg, Oh
Posts: 5
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6 feet- no doubt
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"A box of new crayons! Now they're all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect! Soon they'll bea bunch of ground-down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. .... Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic." --Calvin |
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