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04-01-2009, 11:33 AM | #344 (permalink) |
This Space for Rent
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Richard Hell- "Time"
Time and time again I knew what I was doing and Time and time again I just made things worse It seems you see the most of what is really true when You're stepping into your hearse Only time can write a song that's really really real The most a man can do is say the way its playing feels And know he only knows as much as time to him reveals And when I want to write a song that says it all at once Like time sublimely silences the whys I know that if I try I'm going to take a fall at once And splatter there between my lies We are made of it and if we give submission Among our chances there's a chance we can choose And if we take it, by uncertainty's permission Then it's impossible to lose |
04-01-2009, 12:52 PM | #345 (permalink) |
Juicious Maximus III
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A long time ago, I said I'd like Carl Orff's O Fortuna to be sung by a choir as my casket is shoved into the fires.
Anyways, if I had to settle on a less epic alternative to O fortuna, "Hell" by the squirrels might do. Now the D and the A and the M and the N and the A and the T and the I - O - N!
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04-07-2009, 04:21 PM | #346 (permalink) |
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Resserection Fern by Iron & Wine is a definate.
In our days we will live like our ghosts will live pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes like stubborn boys across the road, we’ll keep everything Grandma’s gun and the black bear claw that took her dog And when sister Lowery says “Amen,” we won’t hear anything The ten-car train will take that word, that fledgling bird and the fallen house across the way, it’ll keep everything the baby’s breath, our bravery wasted and our shame And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire All the more a pair of underwater pearls Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern In our days, we will say what our ghosts will say “We gave the world what it saw fit, and what’d we get?” Like stubborn boys with big green eyes, we’ll see everything in the timid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzard’s wing Then we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire Our tender bellies all wound around in baling wire All the more a pair of underwater pearls Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern Aso, Vito's Ordination Song by Sufjan Stevens wuld be a very good one. |
04-08-2009, 05:48 PM | #347 (permalink) |
Groupie
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Location: Indianapolis....
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Haha, I thought about this and I actually have a soundtrack thats going be sold for five dollars at the merch stand. :]
Goddamnit. Im the spokesperson for my own funeral. Theres also going to be a hot dog eating contest and a raffle for all my ****. lolololol. Anyway, I would probably have them play The Lengths by The Black Keys. So saddd. =[ |
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