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06-05-2006, 08:15 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Dont Get Raped In Cancun
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Strongest Lyrics**
what are some lyrics that you think are really
meaningful/strong/or just awesome
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go on out get some more go on out to the bar the market or the liquor store friends dont let friends get lost in chinatown |
06-05-2006, 08:17 PM | #2 (permalink) |
butt say x
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Location: so i read the question as "Where YOU live" which was kinda funny instead of "Where you live"
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Tenacious D - Fuck her Gently
a lesson in life.
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06-05-2006, 08:38 PM | #3 (permalink) |
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Circle Takes The Square "Same Shade As Concrete"
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born. Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture, and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm. A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky. Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer. Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song. Shaper, stop the music. Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures. With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth. Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb. As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore. Then the only movement and the last remains of grace: Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly. A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade... in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete. Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs. There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell on the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending. There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete. Let the flood swell. |
06-06-2006, 04:27 PM | #4 (permalink) |
snickers
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: detroit
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UnderOATH- Act of Depression
("All I ever wanted was someone to love me") I tried to cry out from the inside, but I guess my soul did not pour itself out enough Blood on the walls, flaming black, blood on the walls, I saw you staring through the cracks No one was to know what was happening in me I felt no love, I felt no reason to carry on with my life Everything was wrong, nothing was right, at least that is what I thought Kids finding laughter at my expense They were killing me on the inside they couldn't give up their pride My heart was bleeding from so much grieving On the outside I looked fine, you couldn't tell but on the inside was eternal hell I got caught up in the moment of depression, And before I knew it my bodywas lying on the ground With a gun in my hand my hourglass was out of sand Thanks to all the people who drove me to death Without you I could of never ended my breath Through your anger and hate, I was able to choose my fate There was a way out, but I chose the easy route Blast of a gun, breath runs out, final thoughts put to extinction "No more love, no more pain," for you have chosen suicide as the way out... Help them Ice cold fingers, body lays on the floor, Pool of blood you see, you scream out in terror Her body is now a part of mutilation, her soul the victim of strangulation I will not accept this evil anymore I never thought of who I hurt or I never tried to look for the good I'm sorry for whoever I hurt, it's not easy to look back on my life, And know I did not know Christ For now I live in a real hell I wish I had another chance... then I would live my life with love Circle Takes the Square- A Non-Objective Portrait of Karma Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection' but the more I turn my face from the crowd the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself, a knife of relief, from all the petty insight and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night. Bored as **** with this street corner-cover. study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game surveilence of this language as the plague. the dimension of persistence condemns. This portrait of karma, crafted in accident text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts and so we ran, like the wolves were biting, the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming "scratch my back and I will stab you in yours" so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own. just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you. but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code, weary of this hallway lined with ghosts. just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat **** from our trembling hands. The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress deductively speaking, the polar of progress well maybe I put too much faith in the accident entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones, let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.
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07-02-2006, 07:16 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: Alberta
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"The Remembrance Ballad" - Atreyu
These days are closing in The end has become apparent We're only here for so long Will anyone remember my name When time has washed away the dust of our ashes? When my head rests in a velvet lined casket? What's out there? What is my eternal fate? It only just recently hit me That this life is just a state Mortality fading Like the innocence of love I'm scared to death of what's to become Of my immortal soul of this eternal flame Will you remember? Will your heart sing with pain? Who calls out my name? Who can tell me what happens When my eyes close for the last time? Does it all simply end in a blanket of darkness? What of my soul, what of my soul? All those things you couldn't say You should have said All those I love you's lost Weighed more like lead on your chest What if I could take back all those misspent days? Every second of anger, I would wash my sins away "Reflection" - Tool I have come curiously close to the end, down Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, defeated I Concede and (Concede and) move closer (Move closer), I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness, how pitiful It's calling me (Calling me) It's calling me (Calling me) It's calling me (Calling me) It's calling me And in my darkest moment, fetal and weepin' The moon tells me a secret, my confidant As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites dreamin' dreams And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt, don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism, I Must crucify the ego before it's far too late, I pray the light lifts me out Before I pine away Before I pine away (Pine away) Before I pine away (Pine away) Before I pine away (Pine away) So crucify the ego before it's far too late to leave behind this place, so negative and blind and cynical And you will come to find that we are all one mind, capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable Just let the light touch you and let the words spill through, just let them pass right through, bringin' out our hope and reason Before we pine away (Pine away) Before we pine away (Pine away) Before we pine away (Pine away) Before we pine away "With A Thousand Words To Say But One" - Darkest Hour And to reflect is to regret Throwing it all away And apathy my one way street It took so much from me Separated by this divide I created through my fears And in your tears you tried to show Blind eyes and tell deaf ears If we can make it through the landslide standing We’ll lift each other up to see the bliss on the horizon Been looking in from the outside lately I’ve seen who I used to be and it’s not me And we can keep healing And we can keep holding on I just want to take you where our time won’t waste anymore Through the mountains on the water we’ll stay engulfed in one another And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in you eyes then we’ll finally be free and I’ll know I’ve made it home So lets go out west and bask in the overcast And walking through the rain we’ll see the beauty in life again, life again And to reflect is to regret Throwing it all away And apathy my one way street It took so much from me Separated by this divide I created through my fears And in your tears you tried to show Blind eyes and tell deaf ears And we can keep healing And we can keep holding on |
07-02-2006, 07:20 PM | #6 (permalink) |
The Perfect Drug
Join Date: Mar 2006
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NIN-Hurt or Something I Can Never Have
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I still recall the taste of your tears Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore Scraping through my head till I don't want to sleep Anymore |
07-02-2006, 08:17 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Fort Washington MD
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A Silver Mount Zion - god bless our dead marines.
They put angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric chair Straight up angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric chair They put angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric chair Straight up angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric chair And no one knew or no one cared But burning stars lit up their hair And burning stars lit up their hair And crawled to heaven on golden stairs And oh, how we to and fro To and fro, to and fro Oh, how we to and fro To and fro, to and fro Oh, how we to and fro To and fro, to and fro Oh, how we to and fro To and fro, to and fro This our charged mistakes We're your sweet mistakes And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone? And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone? There's fresh meat in the club tonight God bless our dead marines Someone had an accident above the burning tree While somewhere distant, peacefully The vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get photographed God bless our dead marines The hungry and the hanged The damaged and the done Striving 'long this spinning rock Tumbling past the sun Get through this life without killing anyone And consider yourself golden Lost a friend to cocaine Couple friends to smack Troubled hearts map deserts And they rarely do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide Lost a friend to pills Lost a friend to monsters Lost a friend to shame Lost a friend to marriage Lost a friend to blame Lost a friend to worry And lost a friend to wealth Lost a friend to stubborn pride And then I lost myself I love my dog and she loves me The world's a mess and so are we She tumbles 'long green muddy fields Sick with joy and glee And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams Whimpering gently There's fresh meat in the club tonight God bless our dead marines Someone had an accident above the burning trees Well, somewhere distant, peacefully The vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get photographed God bless this century When the world is sick Can no one be well? But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong When the world is sick Can no one be well? But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong When the world is sick Can no one be well? But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong |
07-02-2006, 09:48 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Full-Time Hellion
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Location: PA
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These Days - Alien Ant Farm
Making all these waves and I wonder where the days went. I sit and think of you I Hope the feeling's mutual I'm seeing all you gave and It somehow don't seem even Close to what I'd do To break in two seems natural. These days are great, there's work to do Would you like to work with me? I'd love to work you These days are great and so are you I think it's something positive, and negative too Playing all these games and I wonder who's to blame it I sit and think it's you I'm sure the feelings mutual We're growing cold Its getting old We should have known it's over These days are great, there's work to do Would you like to work with me? I'd love to work you These days are great and so are you I think it's something positive, and negative too Ah ah ah ah ah We'll be a real team Ah ah ah ah ah We'll be a real team These days are great, there's work to do Would you like to work with me? I'd love to work you These days are great and so are you I think it's something positive, and negative too These days are great, there's work to do Would you like to work with me? I'd love to work you These days are great and so are you I think it's something positive, and negative too These days are great, there's work to do Would you like to work with me? I'd love to work you These days are great and so are you I told you...
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07-02-2006, 09:59 PM | #9 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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Location: North Carolina
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Hot Cross-Fortune Teller
Minor Threat- Out of Step Rites of Spring- Other Way Around CTTS- Our Need To Bleed
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