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Creep/Radiohead(duh!)
When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather, in a beautiful world I wish I was special, you're so fucking special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice, when I'm not around. You're so fucking special, I wish I was special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here?. I don't belong here She's running out the door, she's running, she run, run, run, run, run. Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want. You're so fucking special, I wish I was special, but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here, I don't belong here. As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Fake Friends
(Joan Jett/Kenny Laguna) When you were down they were never there When you're all alone you really get to learn If you get back up they gonna come around All the sycophants they love to make romance To the ugly sound of 'em tellin' you what you Wanna hear an' you pretend Cuz they all agree you're supposed to have a better life But you're feelin' worse An' they build you up till you fool yourself that you're Something else an' it's like a curse cause You can't live up to what they made of you An' they tell you that you're losin' friends Losin' friends, losin' friends Ya got nothin to lose Ya don't lose when you lose fake friends Ya go an tell 'em you were king of the hill When ya need a hand - that was yesterday Ya see 'em laugh while you're on your knees An' it breaks your heart cuz ya gave so much An' ya can't believe that ya hit the gound an' Ya notice ya been losin' friends Losin' friends, losin' friends Ya got nothin to lose Ya don't lose when you lose fake friends __________ People lie with words all the time, but rarely do they lie with actions. |
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Anyone else think the radio edit of 'Creep', which substitutes 'you're so very special' for 'you're so fucking special' is actually *more* effective?
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when you read it, maybe...but there's something about the way Thom emphasizes that word that makes it almost chilling, to me.
As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Question!
(System of a Down) Sweet berries ready for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you...? Sweet berries ready for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you dreaming...? Dreaming the night, Dreaming alright. Do we, do we know, When we fly...? When we, when we go, Do we die...? Sweet berries ready for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you...? Sweet berries ready for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you dreaming...? Dreaming the night, Dreaming alright. Do we, do we know, When we fly...? When we, when we go, Do we DIE...? radiant thunder, silent fury [There is always a pattern.] |
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Midnight Summer's Dream - Stranglers
Woke up on a good day And the world was wonderful A midnight summer dream had me in its spell I dreamt about an old man Sat and watched the rain all night He couldn't sleep a wink as all the drops fell He told me of the beauty Hidden in our foreheads He told me of the ugliness We show instead And when we put a foot wrong do we learn From all the pain A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain Then at midnight he poured another drink And bent my ear After midnight we sat up half the night Or maybe more And he began to tell me what it was all for I woke up in an armchair He had gone I don't know where Left me there to sit and look at the rain Don't remember much at all But his words were echoing A midnight summer dream and then wake again Maybe I'll never find him Maybe he's gone forever Maybe I'll have to sit here Watching the weather One thing's pretty certain helped me Make it in the night Showed me somewhere else besides wrong and right And at midnight if you can't sleep Then I can bend your ear After midnight we'll sit up half the night Or maybe more And I'll begin to tell you what it is all for Wake up on a good day And the world feels wonderful Midnight summer dream has me in its spell.  Τα παιδεία παίζει. |
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cowboy hat lyrics by That Dog
i picked a cookie from the wrong batch i found an egg unable to hatch i started a fire but i could not find a match cause you wore a cowboy hat in the middle of the highway a cowboy hat fears flying everywhere a cowboy hat and your middle finger pointed at me i saw a goldfish swimming downstream i picked an orange from the wrong tree you're the most valuable player, but i've chosen the wrong team cause you wore a cowboy hat in the middle of the highway a cowboy hat fears flying everywhere a cowboy hat and your middle finger pointed at me cause you wore a cowboy hat in the middle of the highway a cowboy hat fears flying everywhere a cowboy hat and your middle fingers pointed at me a cowboy hat lying in the desert a cowboy hat soaking in the gutter a cowboy hat and your middle fingers pointed at me i picked a cookie from the wrong batch i found an egg unable to hatch i started a fire but i could not find a match cause you wore a cowboy hat in the middle of the highway a cowboy hat fears flying everywhere a cowboy hat and your middle finger pointed at me i saw a goldfish swimming downstream i picked an orange from the wrong tree you're the most valuable player, but i've chosen the wrong team cause you wore a cowboy hat in the middle of the highway a cowboy hat fears flying everywhere a cowboy hat and your middle finger pointed at me cause you wore a cowboy hat in the middle of the highway a cowboy hat fears flying everywhere a cowboy hat and your middle fingers pointed at me a cowboy hat lying in the desert a cowboy hat soaking in the gutter a cowboy hat and your middle fingers pointed at me |
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Hey now...How about someone posts lyrics to a GOOD Radiohead song...as in any song they have not on Pablo Honey
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"Lilli Schull" traditional, as done by Uncle Tupelo on March 16-20
A great crowd has now gathered All around the jail today To see me executed And hear what I do say Now I must hang this morning For the murder of Lilli Schull Whom I so cruelly murdered And her body shamefully burned The fire where I burned her Is again now within my sight Her lovely face recovering And the fire that burned so bright The cries of poor Lilli Again I can almost hear As she begged me not to kill her Her life alone to spare Now I bow down to Jesus In penitential grief And I beg him now to save me Like he did the dying thief God bless my aged parents Who mourn for me alone And my wife and baby Who will be left alone It was then that I heard a whisper In a most gentle tone My grace is one sufficient To save the vilest one ------------------------------ I hope it was a hallucination at the end there... |
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THE PROFESSIONAL LEAGUE
By Nasum (Music/lyrics: Mieszko) Taken from the album Human 2.0, song #20. Violence - is it your answer, is it your plan? Your heritage A crossover between life and death It's a must-be fan Raging in its' cage And I can see it coming Now can you? No - I play it safe One step ahead, two steps aside Yeah, and I forget It was reality that made you blind Struggling - one breath of air that is all I ask You're choking me And I am stripped down to the core I am a must-be fan Raging in my cage And I can feel it moving Now can you? No - I play it safe One step ahead, two steps aside Yeah, and I forget It was reality that made you blind No - I play it safe One step ahead, two steps aside Yeah, it made you bleed It made you come to sense and realize... Start by being honest And realize your potential Make a bed out of colorful flowers Plant a seed, paint a picture - it's all you! Bury your regrets and Cast your anchor where you like And while you're at it you can Bury all your sorrows Feel you heart growing inside No - I play it safe One step ahead, two steps aside Yeah, and I forget It was reality that made you blind No - I play it safe One step ahead, two steps aside Yeah, it made you bleed It made you come to sense and realize... The part in bold is what i love so much in this song... words to live by for sure. |
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Occasionally Conor Oberst lets a good song get through his incredibly self-conscsious twee preciousness, and when that happens, the result usually makes me cry like a little fucking baby. Thus:
Bright Eyes, "First Day of My Life" This is the first day of my life I swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed They're spreading blankets on the beach Yours is the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you Now I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’ve been But I know where I want to go And so I thought I’d let you know That these things take forever I especially am slow But I realize that I need you And I wondered if I could come home Remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning And I thought it was strange you said everything changed You felt as if you had just woke up And you said "this is the first day of my life "I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you "Now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you "And I’d probably be happy" So if you want to be with me With these things there’s no telling We'll just have to wait and see But I’d rather be working for a paycheck Then waiting to win the lottery Besides maybe this time it's different I mean I really think you'll like me [edit: 2800!] -------------- Debs/Goldman '08! |
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Radiohead - Black Star
i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown well what am i to do? i know all the things around your head and what they do to you. what are we coming to? what are we gonna do? blame it on the black star blame it on the falling sky blame it on the satellite that beams me home. the troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand what is eating you. i try to stay awake but its 58hrs since that i last slept with you. what are we coming to? i just don't know anymore. i get on the train and I just stand about now that i don't think of you. i keep falling over i keep passing out when i see a face like you. what am i coming to? im gonna melt down. ______________________ Philip K. Dick is dead, alas! |
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Πόσο Μαλάκας Είσαι - Goin Through
Εδώ είμαι πάλι, με το δεξί πεÏνώ και πάλι τη σκυτάλη κι ανοίγω Ï„ÏÏπα στο δικό σου το κεφάλι σου φÎÏνω ζάλη αλλά και σÏγχυση μεγάλη, τόσο μεγάλη όσο δεν Îχεις νιώσει άλλη... δε με γουστάÏεις, μήπως θα ήθελες μια πίπα να μου πάÏεις ? Σιχαίνεσαι το στυλ μου και φÏικάÏεις, μα κατά βάθος μ' αγαπάς και με κοπιάÏεις. Μαζί μου ασχολείσαι, ποσό μαλάκας είσαι αν όντως δεν γουστάÏεις σου δείχνω τι να πάÏεις, ανήλικος αν είσαι τα αυτιά σου Ï„ÏŽÏα κλείσε, το όνομα μου σβήσε ξÎνος είμαι ξÎνος είσαι. Ζήλια κόντÏες μίσος, Ï€Î±Î½Ï„Î¿Ï Ï…Ï€Î¬Ïχει μίσος, στους δÏόμους στις φαμίλιες και στις ψυχÎÏ‚ μας ίσως, ίσως να 'ναι αÏγά, εγώ όμως το φωνάζω τα νεÏά πάλι ταÏάζω και το στÏλ μου δεν αλλάζω, χÏόνια σας ακοÏω να μιλάτε για ότι κάνετε, στα αυτιά όμως τα λόγια σας ακοÏω σαν να κλάνετε, ποτΠσας δεν με φτάνετε μιλάω από Ï€Ïώτο χÎÏι, είμαι ο γιός του ανÎμου σαν το Κώστα τον ΚεντÎÏη στα 2 μικÏά σου μάτια η εικόνα μου μεγάλη, μ' είχες χάσει για 2 χÏόνια μα εδώ είμαι και πάλι ετοίμος για κÏαιπάλη οπλίζω τη σκανδάλη κι ουÏλιάζω μες τη νÏχτα όπως κάνει το τσακάλι, αλήθεια δεν με νοιάζει αν απόψε είσαι φτιαγμÎνος, αν νομίζεις τελικά πως είμαι διεφθαÏμÎνος , Îνας mc ακόμα πουλημÎνος, μολυσμÎνος ήσουν και θα είσαι στη ζωή μου Îνας ξÎνος. Μαζί μου ασχολείσαι, ποσό μαλάκας είσαι αν όντως δεν γουστάÏεις σου δείχνω τι να πάÏεις, ανήλικος αν είσαι τα αυτιά σου Ï„ÏŽÏα κλείσε, το όνομα μου σβήσε ξÎνος είμαι ξÎνος είσαι. Βάστα γεÏά και δώσε βάση, τα Ï€Ïάγματα πεÏάσαν φίλε μου σε άλλη κλάση, το πνεÏμα σε Α' επίπεδο διώχνει τη λήθη και το λήθαÏγο, το αυθεντικό βγήκε μπÏοστά αλλάζει όλο το σκηνικό, άσε τα σάλια, σκουπίσου λίγο όταν σε ξεμπÏοστιάζω μου λÎÏ‚ όλο Ï€Ïεπεί να φÏγω αν είσαι μάγκας Ï€Îστα μας μπÏοστά μας, τα πίσω λόγια φÎÏνουν διεισδÏσεις και εμείς από την πλευÏά μας θα στις δώσουμε, θα ικανοποιηθείς τη λÏση βÏήκαμε απόψε για να γιατÏευτείς, Î±Ï†Î¿Ï Ï„Î¿ ήθελες Ï€Î¿Î»Ï Î³Î¹Î± να σωθείς Îτσι απλά και όμοÏφα στις φιλικÎÏ‚ κουβÎντες τελειώνουν όλα φÏόνιμα, βάλε μυαλό όσο Îχεις καιÏÏŒ, σταμάτα τη μουÏμοÏÏα σου και τον εγωισμό, τη μια φοÏά στη χάÏισα την άλλη δεν μποÏÏŽ ξÎνος είμαι, ξενος είσαι και όπου είσαι θα σε βÏÏŽ. Μαζί μου ασχολείσαι, ποσό μαλάκας είσαι αν όντως δεν γουστάÏεις σου δείχνω τι να πάÏεις, ανήλικος αν είσαι τα αυτιά σου Ï„ÏŽÏα κλείσε, το όνομα μου σβήσε ξÎνος είμαι ξÎνος είσαι. ______________________ Philip K. Dick is dead, alas! |
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Blonde Redhead - Maddening Cloud
Sure you can look back If it means moving on And you can take me back But you must come home We are both in a maddening cloud And you can touch me there Just don’t leave me alone And you can call me softly When I dream and ask for more You can slow and fold and mould my mind And she said I can’t feel my toes And she must be alone And far too cold And he stares Like he doesn’t see He must be scared And far too lost Under and over We must have glanced Face to face We’ve had to dance We’re both in a maddening cloud Sure you can step back If it means moving on And you take me back But you must be alone You can choke and smoke and rock my mind This message has been edited. Last edited by: herr kuchen, _________________________________ Peter Kurt Russell Clarke Gable Windows XP |
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Polly Jean Harvey - Plants and Rags
Plants and rags Ease myself into a bodybag Plants and rags Ease myself into a bodybag I dreamt of a man He fed me fine food He gave me shiny things I dreamt of a man He fed me fine food He gave me shiny things White and black You looking for the sun boy? The sun doesn't shine down her No no no White and black You looking for the sun boy? The sun doesn't shine down her In shadows House and home Who thought they could take away that place? Outside, and they lead us out quietly Lead us outside, and the lead us out quietly House and home Who thought they could take away that place? Outside, and they lead us out quietly Lead us outside, and they lead us out quietly As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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The Cardigans - Long Gone Before Daylight
Here's two from this album I really dig: Please Sister With the sampled heart beat and the stolen soul I sold my songs to have my fortune told And it said: "You should know that love will never die, Let's see how it kills you in the blink of an eye..." I know of love as hot white light That knocks you down and than leaves you dry Oh, how can it be, sweet mamma tell me why? Why all Love's disciples have to wither and die? Please sister, help me, come on, do what you should, Please give me something, I'm not doing so good! I'm gone, done wrong, is there nothing you can say? Please sister help me, I'm not feeling OK... Give me belief when my time will come And a toll free helpline if I find some one. But she said: "You give away what you never really had, And now your purse is empty, I can see why you're sad..." Oh, please sister, help me, come on, do what you should, Please give me something, I'm not doing so good! I'm gone, done wrong, is there nothing you can say? Please sister help me, can you make me feel OK? So if it's true that love will never die, Than why do the lovers work so hard to stay alive? Please... Oh, please sister, help me... Please, give me something... Oh... Please sister, you know I do what I can! Oh, sweet mamma please just send me a man, 'Cause I'm gone, gone, is there nothing you can give? Please sister, help me, I just need some love to live! Just a little love to live... And a little love to sail... Lead me into the night I went too far, yes I came too close, I drove away the one that I loved the most... Now I ride the tide on a boat made of sand, I'm sailing for another to guide me to land… And lead me into the night, Please drive away the light, 'Cause I've been blinded by glitter and gold, My eyes need to rest from this light And sleep well at night. I traveled east and I traveled west And I found a boy with a heart on his chest. I ran a ground, my ship left to rust, Yes, I found a guide in the city of lust To lead me into the night. Oh, please drive away the light! Although my mother will never understand, I walk with him away from the light And into the night... Oh, you, you, you, it's gotta be you! You, oh you, it's gotta be you! True, true, it's true, it's gotta be you, You, oh you, it's gotta be you! To lead me into the night Well I went too far and I came too close, I drove away the first one and now he's a ghost And I went a drift on a boat made of sand, It was leaking like a sieve, but I made it to land. He leads me into the night, He drives away the light, He makes the darkness in bright And walks with me into the night Away from the light... ================================ Anyone can piss on the floor. Be a hero. Shit on the ceiling. |
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Suffocation - Thrones of Blood
The thought of killing entered my mind some time ago. What possesses an individual to kill. I have often pondered the thought. Time and time again. Now it's clear to me. They want me to be part of this world they have created. I say fuck you. Don't tell me how to live. Maybe if I eliminate the people. Who fit this so - called mold. My pain will finally be released. And my mind free of thought. The ax struck hard and fast. Splitting the skull in two. She fell instantly. The blood spewed. From where her head used to be. I then struck another blow. Only the lives of others. Can quench my harsh reality. I received much excitement. From these two blows. I must continue to strike her corpse. Once again I brought the tool of my trade. I proceeded to hack several more times. A pile of flesh now lies before me. Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death. I must purge the world of it's filth. Disorder scars my mind. With killing fascination. My tasks are far from done. Everything must die. As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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And now for something completely different:
START OFF EACH DAY WITH A SONG, by Jimmy Durante You gotta start off each day with a song Now even when things go wrong You'll feel better, you'll even look better I'm here to tell you that you'll be a go-getter Now the way that you shake my hand Will tell me how I stand Now isn't it better to go through life with a smile and a song Then walking around life with a face, 11 miles long Now you know that you can't go wrong If you start off each day with a song You gotta start off each day with a song (oh sing it to me boy) Even when things go wrong (sing it for the hoi-poloi) You'll feel better, you'll even look better Ah, that music it does somethin' to me. I wish I knew what it was Last night I was telling Umbriago about my latest concerto Called Tony's push cart He said Tony's push cart, how does it go I said it doesn't go you have to push it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I got a million of 'em, a million of 'em Now you know that you can't go wrong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yes) If you start off each day with a song You gotta start off each..... boys please, soft, soft A little more fortissimo I wanna relate a yarn Turn back the pages of history and what do you see Madison Square Garden, a Rodeo And there I was Interviewing a prize winning cow. I asked her to tell the radio public how she feels She said mooooooooo She's contented, I'm contented But her husband ain't So what happens? The bull ups to me, I ups to him And without any preliminaries I'm flat on my back Being a gentlemen I apologize But the bull's not satisfied. He demands an autopsy So I grabs him by the tail and what happens He flips his tail I lands on his head He flips his head I lands on his tail He's playing ping pong with me And I'm losing Just then the bull is ready to charge again I gets an idea I starts singing South Of The Border Down Mexico Way And what happens The bull starts crying But even regardless I keeps on singin' This time with the castanets That's too much for the bull and he collapses. A cheer goes up, I'm saved and the moral is You've gotta start off each day with a song You gotta start off each day with a song (oh boy your singing now) Even when things go wrong (oh Jimmy your a wow) You'd feel better, You know I'm walking down Broadway And who taps me on the shoulder My pal, Hit 'Em In The Head Schwartz I said who you working for now He said the same bunch The wife and the kids Ha ha ha ha ha Now isn't it better to go through life with a smile and a song Then walking around with a face 11 miles long Now you know that you can't go wrong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yes) If you start off each day with a song |
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