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12-12-2009, 03:55 AM | #191 (permalink) | |
love will tear you apart
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12-12-2009, 04:00 AM | #192 (permalink) |
"Hermione-Lite"
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No problem.
I'm not sure if that was a good explanation. Anyone feel free to correct me. |
12-13-2009, 12:36 PM | #194 (permalink) |
Groupie
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"Could it be any harder to live my life without you
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day.." Could It Be Any Harder by The Calling And I love the lyrics to Give It All by Rise Against <3 Don't know why, but the songs just speaks to me. |
12-14-2009, 11:44 PM | #196 (permalink) |
Man vs. Wild Turkey
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Another one I like is this.
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Like the blood on my door. Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore." Bad Religion - Generator I don't really know why. I'm not 100% on what he was getting at with this song, but that line in particular gets me with it's lyrics and singing style. For some reason it just reminded me of these lyrics. "I could either drown or pull off my skin and swim to shore. Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see." Mad Season - River of Deceit I guess the similar word is basically what reminded me of this song. They both have similar mental images when I think about the words and how painful they sound. Very passionate, very real. The kind of song that you can't smile and sing at the same time without sarcasm.
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12-15-2009, 01:15 AM | #197 (permalink) |
MOuthWIdeSHut
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FFDP- The Bleeding
Paint the mirrors black to forget you I still picture your face and the way you used to taste Roses in a glass, dead and wilted To you this all was nothing Everything to you is nothing Well you're so filthy I'm better off without you and you're better off without me Well I'm so ugly You're better off without me and I'm better off alone The lying, the bleeding, the screaming Was tearing me apart The hatred, the beatings, disaster; it's over As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me You're the darkest burning star, you're my perfect disease
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12-16-2009, 07:17 PM | #199 (permalink) |
ironing your socks
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The entire last verse of Tom Waits - Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis. Such a clever use of characterisation within a song.
"hey Charley for chrissakes do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone and I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come valentines day." This little gem from 'How To Disappear Completely' by Radiohead. A wonderfully clever way of verbalising the hopelessness of wanting to disassociate yourself from your own life. Anyone who has ever felt lost will connect with these lyrics. "That there, that's not me, and I'm not here, this isn't happening" And finally from 'Five Years' by David Bowie "I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour drinking milkshakes, cold and long smiling and waving and looking so fine don't think you knew you were in this song"
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12-16-2009, 08:44 PM | #200 (permalink) |
Quiet Man in the Corner
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John Dowland - If My Complaints Could Passions Move
If my complaints could passions move, Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong: My passions were enough to prove, That my despairs had govern'd me too long. O Love, I live and die in thee, Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks: Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me, My heart for thy unkindness breaks: Yet thou dost hope when I despair, And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain. Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair, Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain. Can Love be rich, and yet I want? Is Love my judge, and yet I am condemn'd? Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant: Thou made a God, and yet thy power contemn'd. That I do live, it is thy power: That I desire it is thy worth: If Love doth make men's lives too sour, Let me not love, nor live henceforth. Die shall my hopes, but not my faith, That you that of my fall may hearers be May here despair, which truly saith, I was more true to Love than Love to me |
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