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07-30-2007, 01:16 AM
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| | | St Jimmy - Greenday - American Idiot St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silluoette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2, 1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
You talkin' to me?
I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I am the one that's from the way outside
A teenage assassin executing some fun
And the cult of the life of crime
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader of the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name...and don't wear it out!
I know this entire song off by heart and can sing it rather well. Great song
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07-30-2007, 03:11 AM
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| | Let the lyrics of different songs speak what currently going inside my head... Let Go (The Last Chapter) - Sentenced Now everything
that used to matter to me
is taken away
forever gone
The only things
I really have left here
'in this life
are bitter hate and this gun
From this trip I'm taking now
I'm never coming back'
It's time, tonight's the night
-the last one of my life
This time I'll just let myself go
and leave this world behind
The booze flows in
like blood to heart that beats no more
and blows the flame of fear out'
I raise the gun
- my finger on the trigger -
and put the barrel into my mouth
From this trip I'm taking now
I'm never coming back'
It's time, tonight's the night
-the last one of my life
This time I'll just let myself go
and leave this world behind
It's here, tonight's the night
-the last one of my life
With no fear I'll just let my life go
and take the six-feet-dive' End Of The Road - Sentenced Here we are, now lay the burden down
We're coming to the end of our road
Sorrowful yet glorious somehow
To be humming this one last ode
So calm and still... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Fulfilled... it doesn't only hurt to end it now
The funeral
The memories beneath the dust of years
They seem like those of someone deceased
There's no more to be done, or hoped or feared
Just waiting for the final release
So calm and thrilled... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Still it doesn't only hurt end it now
Is life over, this life's over?
Or has it only just begun?
It grows colder, starts to moulder...
Coming apart yet still not done
Forever one
__________________ "As we all know, holy men has born during Christmas...
Like mr. Holopainen over there!" - Marco Hietala, the bass player of Nightwish
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07-30-2007, 10:06 AM
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| | | With the shape my mom & grandma are in after the sudden death of one of our cats, I felt reason to post this.
Pantera - Cemetary Gates
Reverend, reverend
Is this some conspiracy
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
Lost within my plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man couldn't half feel this world
Left in my misery
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a new-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
Gates
Gates
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08-12-2007, 09:31 AM
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Posts: 4,468
| | | Small Town by Lou Reed and John Cale
When you're growing up in a small town
When you're growing up in a small town
When you're growing up in a small town
You say no one famous ever came from here
When you're growing up in a small town
and you're having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you'll never escape it
Yourself or the place that you live
Where did Picasso come from
There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
If art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below
When you're growing up in a small town
Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
People look at you funny
When you're in a small town
My father worked in construction
It's not something for which I'm suited
Oh, what is something for which you are suited ?
Getting out of here
I hate being odd in a small town
If they stare let them stare in New York City
As this pink eyed painting albino
How far can my fantasy go ?
I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
No adorable lisping Capote
My hero, oh, do you think I could meet him ?
I'd camp out at his front door
There is only one good thing about small town
There is only one good use for a small town
There is only one good thing about small town
You know that you want to get out
When you're growing up in a small town
You know you'll grow down in a small town
There is only one good use for a small town
You hate it and you'll know you have to leave | 
08-15-2007, 01:51 PM
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| | | Level 70 Elite Tauren Chieftan - I Am Murloc From the coast of Westfall
To Black Fathom Deeps
Silent I'll hunt you
Silent I will creep
Gliding through the depths
Gliding to your death
Upon the shore I rise
Hold my flippers to the skies
I am more than a fish
I am more than a man
Death will rise from the tide
I am Murloc!
I am king of the sea
But I'm not Aquaman
Death will rise
Hear our cry
RwlRwlRwlRwl
I am Murloc!
Hunter of the tides
I will end your life
Mourn your fallen brave
Sleep in a sunken grave
Feel the deadly fin
My nets drag you in
Bloodstained sand and gore
All that's left upon the shore
RwlRwlRwlRwl RwlRwlRwlRwl
I am more than a fish
I am more than a man
Death will rise from the tide
I am Murloc!
I am king of the sea
But I'm not Aquaman
Death will rise
Hear our cry
RwlRwlRwlRwl RwlRwlRwlRwl
I am Murloc!
Empty eyes never blinking
Armored scales but never sinking
Puddle jumper, the Coastal Runner
Call me the Tide Hunter
Raise your flippers to the sky!
RwlRwlRwlRwl RwlRwlRwlRwl
I am more than a fish
I am more than a man
Death will rise from the tide
RwlRwlRwlRwl
I am Murloc!
I am king of the sea
Not a queen like Aquaman
Death will rise
Hear our cry
RwlRwlRwlRwl
I am Murloc!
I am DEATH!
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08-20-2007, 11:51 AM
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| | A hauntingly gorgeous song. Boy George does the vocals on the first chorus, then joins Antony for the last ones. YOU ARE MY SISTER by ANTONY AND THE JOHNSONS
You are my sister, we were born
So innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends, but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so afraid of the night
You seemed to move through the places, that I feared
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature
You are my sister,
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
You are my sister,
And I, I love you
May all of your, all of your dreams come true
We felt so differently then,
So similar over the years
The way we laugh the way we experience pain
So many memories,
but theres nothing left to gain from remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know
You are my sister,
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
You are my sister,
Oh, and I, I love you
May all of your, all of your dreams come true
All of your dreams, all of your dreams, come true
I want this for you
They're gonna come true, gonna come true
They're gonna come true, gonna come true | 
08-23-2007, 01:20 AM
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| | In celebration of my first semester at Eastern Connecticut State University, I thought this song would be fitting.
Styx - Come Sail Away
Im sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
Ive got to be free, free to face the life thats ahead of me
On board, Im the captain, so climb aboard
Well search for tomorrow on every shore
And Ill try, oh lord, Ill try to carry on
I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But well try best that we can to carry on
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
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08-23-2007, 07:16 AM
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Posts: 3,952
| | Damn, Galuf, I was listening to that song yesterday
It actually got a good solo in it.
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Originally Posted by Luis Antonio ONLY RETARDED PEOPLE WRITE WITH CAPS ON. Good thing I press shift  | Quote: |
Originally Posted by Luis Antonio Bah! Bunch of lamers! Ye need the lesson of the true powergamer: Play mages, name them Koffi Annan, and only use non-intervention spells! Buwahahahahah! | | 
08-27-2007, 01:01 AM
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| | Dedicated to my grandfather, who died yesterday morning... Lower The Flags - Sentenced
He's gone, he is dead
His remains upon the hearse ahead
As silently we wander though the mist
He's free
This is the end
Your journey's over, night descends
Below... Into the abyss
Farewell, my friend, you will be missed
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
He's done, he is dead
Six feet of earth upon his head
Now lay your wreaths
Upon the one who lies beneath
Although you're gone
In memories you shall live on
Asleep... In peace now rest
The weight of the world is off your chest
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
That morning light I'll always remember
And these August nights: cold as December.
__________________ "As we all know, holy men has born during Christmas...
Like mr. Holopainen over there!" - Marco Hietala, the bass player of Nightwish | 
08-27-2007, 10:41 AM
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| | | So sorry for your loss.....I know how hard it is to lose somebody close to you..
Good lyrics....Kipi..
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08-27-2007, 11:45 AM
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Posts: 4,469
| | FAMOUS BLUE RAINCOAT by LEONARD COHEN
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening,
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Yes,
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair,
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
The last time we saw you, you looked so much older,
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marleen
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life,
And when she came back, she was nobody's wife
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief,
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards,
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes,
And thanks, for the trouble you took, from her eyes
I thought it was there for good, so I never tried,
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair,
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen | 
08-31-2007, 05:15 PM
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Posts: 3,952
| | Bruce's Philosophers song - Monty Pyton
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist
Socrates himself was permanently pissed
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
With half a pint of shandy got particularly ill
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whiskey every day
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
Hobbes was fond of his dram
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart
"I drink therefore I am"
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed 
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Originally Posted by Luis Antonio ONLY RETARDED PEOPLE WRITE WITH CAPS ON. Good thing I press shift  | Quote: |
Originally Posted by Luis Antonio Bah! Bunch of lamers! Ye need the lesson of the true powergamer: Play mages, name them Koffi Annan, and only use non-intervention spells! Buwahahahahah! | | 
09-02-2007, 10:35 AM
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| | | Type O Negative ~ Love You to Death
In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging
I say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Let me love you too
Let me love you to death
Hey am I good enough
for you?
Hey am I good enough
for you?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I good enough
for you?
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09-09-2007, 12:47 PM
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| | As my grandfather was buried today, I'm going to dedicate next two songs to him. Grave Sweet Grave - Sentenced
I have seen my funeral in a thousand dreams
Its beauty'
Now the night descends
and drowns me in this dream once again'
No stars tonight' they all have ceased
No moon tonight to cast its gleam
'just a single flame lighting my journey'
Two at my feet, and two at my head
Two carrying me at where my hands are laid
Endless sleep' giving me peace
and eternally bringing release
Nothing more to be done
Nothing more to be lived for me
All my life I've waited for this eternal night
and now it's time'
soon they'll lower me down deep into the icy ground
Two at my feet, and two at my head
Two carrying me at where my hands are laid
'and once there'll be a time that I have waited for
when the dawn will steal my dreams no more'
Two at my feet, and two at my head
Two carrying me at where my hands are laid
Grave Sweet Grave - welcoming me home
Grave Sweet Grave - I'll be yours till the dawn
(the dawn shall steal my dreams no more) End Of The Road - Sentenced
Here we are, now lay the burden down
We're coming to the end of our road
Sorrowful yet glorious somehow
To be humming this one last ode
So calm and still... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Fulfilled... it doesn't only hurt to end it now
The funeral
The memories beneath the dust of years
They seem like those of someone deceased
There's no more to be done, or hoped or feared
Just waiting for the final release
So calm and thrilled... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Still it doesn't only hurt end it now
Is life over, this life's over?
Or has it only just begun?
It grows colder, starts to moulder...
Coming apart yet still not done
Forever one
__________________ "As we all know, holy men has born during Christmas...
Like mr. Holopainen over there!" - Marco Hietala, the bass player of Nightwish | 
09-09-2007, 12:57 PM
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| | YEAR OF THE DRAGON by MARTHA WAINWRIGHT
Here comes the daddy, he's gonna knock me off my feet
Here comes the daddy, he's gonna knock us off our feet
Won't have to push too hard with me
I'm at the time these days, where I'm easy
I will take the plunge, and I will fall
I'll get up when I hit the floor
Falling down, watching the world rise above my head
Sky opens and something somewhere
Becomes dead, becomes dead
Something's born
Natural or environmental,
My freewheeling towards the emotional
I will not hoard my chips, I will put them all on the table
I will win them back, I know that I'm able
I was born in the year of the dragon,
The one to prize where everything and everybody is on my side
I've got you on my side
Twenty-one is a good age to be
Forgiven your faults and praised for the newness of one of your ideas
Some people hate me,
They think that I'm too free
But one day soon I'll be just like them,
And hate people just like me
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