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Trent Reznor , next to being totally cyberpunk, is a musical genious. | |||
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We were tight But it falls apart As silver turns to blue Waxing with the candlelight And burning just for you Allocate your sentiment And stick it in a box I've never been an extrovert But i'm still breathing Someone tried to do me ache Someone tried to do me ache Someone tried to do me ache It's what i'm afraid of Someone tried to do me ache It's what i'm afraid of With hindsight I was more than blind Lost without a clue Thought I was getting carat gold And what I got was you Stuck inside the circumstances Lonely at the top I've always been an introvert Happily bleeding Someone tried to do me ache Someone tried to do me ache Someone tried to do me ache It's what i'm afraid of Someone tried to do me ache It's what i'm afraid of Four, seven, two, three, nine, eight, five I gotta breathe to stay alive And one, four, two, nine, seven, eight Feels like i'm gonna suffocate Fourteen, sixteen, twenty-two This skin that turns to blister blue Shoulders toes and knees I'm Thirty six degrees Shoulders toes and knees I'm Thirty six degrees Shoulders toes and knees I'm Thirty six degrees Shoulders toes and knees I'm Thirty six degrees 36 Degrees - Placebo  Τα παιδεία παίζει. | |||
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Sorry, I'm too lazy to translate. I love this song. Harrison Ford Souvenirs musik : torp - tekst : voss / torp åh nej, der kommer Helle i sit formiddagshumør med et nybagt brød så skal vi ha´ kaffe, hun har været til frisør nu er farven rød hun kommer over og brokker sig og hælder sin galde ud over mig Jørgen er aldrig til at få med hjem, Jørgen skal altid føre sig frem jamen altså helt kort han tror han er Harrison Ford det er fuldstændig sort han tror han er Harrison Ford hwa så, hvad syns du så om denher lille sorte sag købt i Magasin den er nok lidt billig, men desværre lige hans smag han elsker den slags ting for han er en hund efter gode ben, han støver dem op en efter en Jørgen skal altid trykke den af og dét hver evig eneste dag jamen altså helt kort han tror han er Harrison Ford det er fuldstændig sort han tror han er Harrison Ford det korte af det lange er at pigerne blir varme de åbner deres arme for ægte macho-charme det korte af det lange det´ det samme og det samme når kjolerne er stramme så blir mændene så tamme hun kommer over og brokker sig og hælder sin gylle ud der er kun een grund til han ikke blir smidt ud og det er at han ser temmelig godt ud han ligner jo Harrison Ford Helle hun går i sort når han giver den som Harrison Ford | |||
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Outside - Lou Reed Outside the world's a mindless child Outside Outside reflects the worst of styles Outside Inside when you're in my arms A mindless child is still to be borne Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside the politics of greed Outside Outside misbehavior seethes Outside Mindless repression dominates the street While I kneel down and kiss your feet Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside Outside they don't think they breed Outside Outside emotion determines need Outside Outside the world's a mindless child That we could bring to life in your arms Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside the politics of hate an greed Outside Outside the world's a mindless child Outside But when I hold you in my arms It's a mindless child that you want Inside, no matter 'bout the world Outside Inside, a baby's what you want inside History is the excavation of graves--essential work, if one is to understand the graves that await us in the future. | |||
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Let's see, let me apply my famed Danish translation skills to this one, at least for a few lines.
That's beautiful, man. Beautiful. - - - - - To the wheels, my love. | |||
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Shaving my head's made me bolder - The Murder Mystery, The Velvet Underground | |||
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apropos harrison ford... fredo viola the original man You have needs, you shot it in fourteen days and you know what it looked like and how it should move hand in hand with the original scene starring Nicholas Cage and George Clooney and all of the scenes have been carefully filmed with the blocking exact and the props and the lights duplicated exactly you got it down it's a perfect match chorus: and I'll take your face and I'll put it on top merging it with the superstar's bo-o-o-dy Leave it to me Yeah, I'll put your head on the shoulders of Nicholas Cage paint your face on George Clooney, yeah But I have my doubts that the digital files could be made to seem smooth and warm like the film I'm a little concerned, cause I'm green and I've never once dealt with hd compression Those were dreams where you entered saloons slipping drinks down the bar, brawling take after take continuity supervised It's a massive operation chorus: I'll take your face and I'll put it on top merging it with the superstar's bo-o-o-dy Leave it to me Yeah, I'll put your head on the shoulders of Nicholas Cage paint your face on George Clooney, yeah You got Nichalas Cage's arms you got George Clooney's thighs You got Nichals Cage's arms wo, you got George Clooney's...! participate by participating! | |||
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The way I see it, when the bombs start falling, and we're all dying from our own follies, I'm gonna make my way down to Cape Byron with a twelve-string and sit in front of the lighthouse there, on Australia's eastern-most point, dangle my feet over the cliff, and watch the last sunrise before the apocalypse, and sing this song: Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. The Lithos School of Curiousity is now enrolling | |||
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Oingo Boingo - Change Don't you ever wonder why, nothing ever seems to change If it does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage, Everyone looks so asleep, will they die before they wake And, hey. . . don't you know? we're just products of our time and hey . . . What d'ya say? show me yours, I'll show you mine Better dumb and happy than smart and without any friends Better cute and better loud, better join up with the crowd Keep up or be left behind, there's a dust storm in my mind Seems I can't see straight these days, doesn't matter anyway Hey . . . don't you know? we're just products of our times and Hey, what d'ya say? show me yours, I'll show you mine Hey, what d'ya say? hey, what d'ya say? please don't ever - Oh god, here's that question now. the one that makes me go insane I'd gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change Do you want to change? do you want to change right now? Do you want to change . . . I like my stupid life, just the way it is And I wouldn't even change it for a thousand flying pigs And I like you just the way you are, I like your face just the way it is And I wouldn't even change it for a herd of screaming kids And I like you just the way you are, I like you though you may not like me back I would dazzle you with brilliance, if I only had the knack 'cause I like you just the way you are, I like this life just the way it is And the castles all around me, have been melting now for years And it kills my brain to think of all the time I wasted here All the efforts, sweat, and broken hearts, the screaming and the tears And I'm dreaming again . . . floating in a pool of mud Try to get back where I was and I don't really care Got a little talking to, by the mirror in my room, and I don't really care . . . Whispering voices from the dead, come from underneath my bed And I don't really care . . . I like my stupid life just the way it is And the chaos that surrounds me like a flock of screaming pigs And it hurts my brain to think of all the stupid things I've said And if I could change the future I would change the past instead And I'm dreaming again . . . and I'm dreaming again . . . Baby - sometimes I worry about you Sometimes you're so far away, tell me what to do I say, baby . . . sometimes I worry about you Sometimes I just can't believe everything you do I say, baby . . . sometimes I worry about you Every day I feel the same, don't you feel it too I say, baby . . . sometimes I worry about me Seems I'm falling down a lot, in between the scenes I say, baby . . . sometimes I worry about me Getting harder all the time, harder now to see I say, baby . . . sometimes I worry about me Light another cigarette, have another dream It's the same thing every day, nothing ever seems to change and I . . . Do you really want to change? Testaments and growing pains. tranquilizers for the soul. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - evolution's cruelest joke Why is everyone upset? I once knew but I forget. something happened, Something strange, something it appears has changed Hey . . . don't you know? we're just products of our times And hey, what d'ya say? show me yours, I'll show you mine Hey, what d'ya say? hey, what d'ya say? please don't ever - Oh god, here's that question now, the one that makes me go insane I'd gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change | |||
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Never Give up on Me Jann Arden I've made more mistakes than i can count upon my finger tips I have been ashamed and i have felt as guilty as all sin Counting every tear that drops cannot account for any loss I'll let the past remain behind me now Fill it up with goodness I'll drink it down with love Never give up on me I will never give up on you You're everything i need Oh just look at what we've been through So far so good I have wished on every star that shot across my broken heart I am still amazed that you came true I have kissed a hundred lips But none of them compare to this I have found myself inside of you You forgive my sad regrets And i forgive myself Never give up on me I will never give up on you You're everything i need Oh just look at what we've been through Never give up on me I will never give up on you You're everything i need Oh just look at what we've been through I love you LN "In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost." Dante Alighieri | |||
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Modest Mouse - Black Cadillacs And it's true we named our children after towns that we've never been to. And it's true that the clouds just hung around like black Cadillacs outside a funeral. And we were done, done, done with all the f**k, f**k, f**kin' around. You were so true to yourself. You were true to no one else. Well I should put you in the ground. I've got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks. I could say to myself I've got the words but I can't speak. Well I was done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circlin' round. I didn't die and I ain't complainin'. I ain't blamin' you. I didn't know that the words you said to me meant more to me than they ever could you I didn't lie and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth. I didn't know that this game we were playin' even had a set of rules. We named our children after towns that we've never been to. And it's true that the clouds just hunger around like black Cadillacs outside a funeral. And we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground. So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns. But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground. Well wings on flames, kings with no names, well this place just ain't got right air right now. You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown. Well you should run 'round yourself right now. And we were done, done, done with all the f**k, f**k, f**kin' around. Circlin' round. _____________________ Rocking the tumbleweeds | |||
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Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on The Edge of Town They're still racing out at the trestles But that blood it never burned in her veins Now I hear she's got a house up in fairview And a style she's trying to maintain Well if she wants to see me You can tell her that I'm easily found Tell her there's a spot out `neath abram's bridge And tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town Everybody's got a secret sonny Something that they just can't face Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it They carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose Cut it loose or let it drag `em down Where no one asks any questions Or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town Some folks are born into a good life Other folks get it anyway anyhow I lost my money and I lost my wife Them things don't seem to matter much to me now Tonight I'll be on that hill `cause I can't stop I'll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost For wanting things that can only be found In the darkness on the edge of town LN "In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost." Dante Alighieri | |||
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This one's for my Dad, who turned 50 yesterday: Jimi Hendrix, And The Wind Cries Mary After all the jacks are in their boxes And the clowns have all gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering on down the street Footsteps dressed in red And the wind whispers mary A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind, it cries mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down stream 'cause the life that lived is, Is dead And the wind screams mary Uh-will the wind ever remember The names it has blow in the past? And with this crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom It whispers no, this will be the last And the wind cries mary The Lithos School of Curiousity is now enrolling | |||
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Add this one to the list of "Songs Lithos Will Belt Out At Karaoke, Whether You Like It Or Not": (And for Meru, who wanted to know what the song was) KISS, Strutter I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood Strutter She wears her satins like a lady She gets her way just like a child You take her home and she says maybe, baby She takes you down and drives you wild Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood Strutter I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants, she'll pass you by Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood Strutter Strutter Strutter The Lithos School of Curiousity is now enrolling | |||
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The Doors - Horse Latitudes When the still sea conspires an armor And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters True sailing is dead Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over _____________________________ Albert's path is a strange and difficult one. | |||
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Order Upheld / Dissent Dissolved by Misery Index The triumph of boredom in everday life carries the wounded back to the frontline These starving men will fill your cities and bring their broken dreams to market All done Stuffed and overfed contained and cross- examined robbed of all creativity each temple is built to cave in what life in the realm of dead things? What life in self- built prisons? Divide and welcome the conqueror Spectate the spectacle- unleashed! Order upheld Dissent Dissolved Inject The image overrides what songs can come from dead hearts? Reason is the modern antichrist where logic rapes all passion these words that are never said aloud undo the fabric frozen revealing the daily sodomy- this course has NOT been chosen Order Upheld Dissent Dissolved | |||
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It's strange how, no matter how many CDs are in the autochanger, you keep shuffling them to hear one particular one, over and over. Right now getting a lot of play in my car is a 2001 CD from Jann Arden, here is one of my favourite tracks from it. I only wanted sex Jann Arden Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry The hardest part of goodbye The hardest part of all I say those words to you now And I watch you crawl back to me Where is your dignity Oh where is your dignity I make you promises and I break them all apart I'm lying like a sidewalk A typical loves me, loves me not A typical loves me, loves me not A typical loves me, loves me not I never really loved you I never loved you back I never even liked you I only wanted sex Sex Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby The hardest part of goodbye Is moving all your stuff Hey what's the name of that one guy I sure could use his pick up truck I surely could use his pick up truck I surely could use his pick up truck I never really loved you I never loved you back I never even liked you I only wanted sex I never really loved you I never loved you back I never even liked you I only wanted sex I only wanted sex I only wanted sex LN "In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost." Dante Alighieri | |||
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The Who - 5:15 Why should I care, why should I care? Girls of fifteen Sexually knowing The ushers are sniffing Eau-de-cologning The seats are seductive Celibate sitting Pretty girls digging Prettier women. Magically bored On a quiet street corner Free frustration In our minds and our toes Quiet stormwater M-m-my generation Uppers and downers Either way blood flows. Inside outside. leave me alone. Inside outside. nowhere is home. Inside outside, where have I been? Out of my brain on the five fifteen. [Out of my brain on the train] On a raft in the quarry Slowly sinking. On the back of a lorry Holy hitching. Dreadfully sorry Apple scrumping. Born in the war Birthday punching. He man drag In the glittering ballroom Gravely outrageous In my high heel shoes Tightly undone They know what they're showing Sadly ecstatic That their heroes are news. Why should I care? Remember kids, the internet loves you. Even though sometimes it touches you in the bad place. | |||
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"Girls of fifteen Sexually knowing' disturbing. Considering P Townsends legal troubles. Da Real Folk Blues Aishiteta to nageku ni wa Amari ni mo toki wa sugi te shimatta Mada kokoro no hokorobi o Iyasenumama kaze ga fuiteru Hitotsu no me de asu o mite Hitotsu no me de kinou mitsumeteru Kimi no ai no yurikagode Mo ichido yasurakani nemuretara Kawaita hitomi de dareka na itekure *The real folk blues Honto no kanashimi ga shiritaidake Doro no kawa ni sukatta jinsei mo warukuwanai Ichido kiri de owarunara *The real folk blues Kibou ni michita zetsuboto Wanagashikakerareteru kono chansu Nani ga yoku te warui no ka Koin no omoi to kuramitaita Dore dake ikireba iyasareru no darou The real folk blues Honto no yorokobi ga shiritai dake Hikaru mono no subete ga ougen to wa kagiranai * repeat | |||
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Two songs that have been in my head this last couple of weeks. Not just for the lyrics, but I do like the lyrics. Sugar Cubes Regina Came from the east, Relative forgot, To scrape away, Land in south, Exhausted engine, No teeth, No chance to stop, Meet Johnny. She came from the east, Like the sun, But with tired engine. Regina, otherwise magnificent. Regina, in good bloom. Oh oh, as old as the sun, Oh oh, with white teeth, Oh oh, Regina... Land on islands, Meet Johnny. Examine my red, Basalt cluster. Bottomless dust, terrific sun, And wetting quite nicely thank you. I do say nicely, I do mean that, Actually. Blow into the chastity belt. Regina, Regina Oh oh, Regina... Hex and bitch Deserves lobster and fame, Oh, Johnny. Teeth and gums In my life. Moon and sun In my life. Lobster and Shrimp in life. I don't really like lobster. Regina is too old, But the sun is much older, Still the sun with white teeth, But Mrs R. with none. Sun with false teeth, Give me lobster and fame! I really don't like lobster! Oh oh, Regina... Pixies Tired One two three She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south And held peasants in her arms. She said, I could tell you stories that would make you cry. What about you? I said, me too. I could tell you a story that would make you cry. And she sighed Aaahh... I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed I like Lou Reed, she said, Sticking her tongue in my ear. Let's go, let's sit, talk politics Goes so good with beer And while we're at it baby, Why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears? Losing my penis to a whore with disease. Just kidding, I said, Losing my life to a whore with disease. She said, excuse me please!? Losing my life to a whore with disease I said please... I'm a humble guy With healthy desire Don't give me no shit because... I've been tired I've been tired... I tell a tale of a girl, But I call her a woman. She's a little bit older than me. Strong legs, strong back, voice like milk, Breasts like a cluster of grapes. I can't escape The ways She raise me. She'll make you feel like Solomon before your babies even if you had no one. (And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?) Took my sleep after setting my loins on fire But that's OK because... I've been tired I've been tired... T-I-R-E-D spells it. | |||
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