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April 17th, 2006 at 11:06am
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Misery.

Everyone knows the lyrics, and I don't want to get shot for saying a Green Day song Shifty

O thats mine too!

Misery~ Green Day
Virginia Was A Lot Lizard From F.L.A.
She Had A Compund Fracture In The Trunk
It Started When She Ran Away
Thumbs Out On The Interstate
She Hitched A Ride To Misery

Mr. Whirly Had A Catastrophic Incident
He Fell Into The City By The Bay
He Liquidated His Estate
Now He Sleeps Up On The Haight
Panhandling Misery

And He's Gonna Get High High High
When He's Low Low Low
The Fire Burns From Better Days
And She Screams Why Oh Why
I Said I Don't Know
The Catastrophic Hymns From Yesterday
Of Misery

Well Vinnie Was A Hustler Out Of Amsterdam
He Ran The Drug Cartel In Tinsel Town
They Found Him In A Cadillac
Bludgeoned With A Baseball Bat
In The Name Of Misery

Then Gina Hit The Road To New York City
Mysteriously The Night Vinnie Croaked
She Stopped In Vegas To Elope
With Virginia And A Dope
Who Kissed The Bride Eternally

And They're Gonna Get High High High
When They're Low Low Low
The Fire Burns From Better Days
And She Screams Why Oh Why
I Said I Don't Know
The Catastrophic Hymns From Yesterday
Of Misery

Well Hell's Hounds On Your Trail Now Once Again, Boy
It's Groping On Your Leg Until It Sleeps
The Emptiness Will Fill Your Soul With Sorrow
'cuz It's Not What You Make, It's What You Leave

And We're Gonna Get High High High
When We're Low Low Low
The Fire Burns From Better Days
And She Screams Why Oh Why
I Said I Don't Know
The Catastrophic Hymns From Yesterday
Of Misery

Cool
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April 17th, 2006 at 11:07am
Gimme Shelter:
You talk like the guy in Malcolm In The Middle. You know, his friend in the wheelchair. o_O

lmfao. lmfao. lmfao. lmfao.
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April 17th, 2006 at 11:09am
I was searching for the lyrics and oh shame, only MCRs lyrics I was to find... So now, I have them.
From the former bassist of The Police, Sting.

Never coming Home -- Sting

Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers

There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him
And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer

There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor
And you're torn if you should leave him with a number

And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away
Because too many of his promises got broken on the way
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you tell him that you're never coming home

She starts running for the railway station praying that her calculation's right
And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night
A place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day
She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better

The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella
And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her
There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today
She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her

Now in her imagination she's a million miles away
When too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home
She told him she was never coming home

I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head
I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie
It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know
I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better

I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor
It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face
I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late
I'm almost done and then I see the letter

In his imagination she's a universe away
Too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home

I'm gonna live my life
And she told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life in my own way

A piece of art. I love it.
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April 17th, 2006 at 11:55am
Streets of New York by The Wolfetones

I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams
Take your time said me father stop rushing like hell
And remember all's not what it seems to be.

For there's fellas would cut ye for the coat on yer back
Or the watch that ye got from yer mother
So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well
And will you give this wee note to me brother.



At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked after the farm
When a phone call from America said send the lad over
And the oul fella said 'sure it wouldnt do any harm'
For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's something you learn loyalty
And you can bring it back home
Make a duty on me.

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was thumpin' around with excitement
And I hardly ever heard what the driver was saying

We came in the Shore Parkway to the Flatlands in Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song
And I sang 'You're as free as a bird.'

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day
Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.

Well I phoned up the ould fella told him the news
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me Go ahead with the plans
And not to forget be a proud Irish man.

So I went up to Nellies beside Fordham Road
And I started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear

I went home that December 'cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of me father.

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found meself back in the U.S. again

It's been twenty two years since I've set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and rivers
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York
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April 17th, 2006 at 12:00pm
Oh My God I Killed Kenny!:
lisacore:
pretty much every single song of Coheed and Cambria's is part of a story.
Agreed.

Is Good Apollo the first part of the opus or the second? o_o
o_O
They are working on the the second Good Apollo. I think. Like "Volume Two".
I'm not sure if it wraps it up.

And yes, John, I know that. But they don't have their own stories (most of them), they are parts of one epic story.

o_o Oh yeah.
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April 17th, 2006 at 12:03pm
Gustavatron.:
Oh My God I Killed Kenny!:
lisacore:
pretty much every single song of Coheed and Cambria's is part of a story.
Agreed.

Is Good Apollo the first part of the opus or the second? o_o
o_O
They are working on the the second Good Apollo. I think. Like "Volume Two".
I'm not sure if it wraps it up.

And yes, John, I know that. But they don't have their own stories (most of them), they are parts of one epic story.

o_o Oh yeah.
That's what I was thinking.
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April 17th, 2006 at 12:07pm
Oh My God I Killed Kenny!:
Gustavatron.:
Oh My God I Killed Kenny!:
lisacore:
pretty much every single song of Coheed and Cambria's is part of a story.
Agreed.

Is Good Apollo the first part of the opus or the second? o_o
o_O
They are working on the the second Good Apollo. I think. Like "Volume Two".
I'm not sure if it wraps it up.

And yes, John, I know that. But they don't have their own stories (most of them), they are parts of one epic story.

o_o Oh yeah.
That's what I was thinking.
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I hope I get the whole point of the whole Volume One before Volume Two is released. Man I'm dumb.

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April 17th, 2006 at 12:18pm
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Misery.

Everyone knows the lyrics, and I don't want to get shot for saying a Green Day song Shifty

O thats mine too!


Mine as well. I can't think of any others...

GAH!!1 I'm so lame. Mad
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April 17th, 2006 at 12:34pm
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April 17th, 2006 at 01:34pm
This thread is fucking retarded. Maybe that why I like, though. And yes, I was gonna say Misery. Did you know it's Billie's favourite song (apart from the songs on AI)? He said on the Idiot Club.
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April 17th, 2006 at 03:03pm
A Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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April 17th, 2006 at 03:21pm
Gimme Shelter:
You talk like the guy in Malcolm In The Middle. You know, his friend in the wheelchair. o_O

lmfao .
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April 17th, 2006 at 03:54pm
Dunno if it's been posted yet but hey:

Through The Fire And The Flames - Dragonforce

On a cold winter morning,
In the time before the light,
In flames of death's eternal reign,
We ride towards the fight.

When the darkness is falling down
In the times of tough or right,
The sound of evil laughter
Falls around the world tonight.

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel,
Through the wastelands evermore,
The scattered souls will feel the hell,
That is wasted on the shores.

On the blackest wings in hell's terrain,
We watch the lands become,
In fire and pain, and once again we know.

So now we're flying we're free,
We're free before the thunderstorm,
On towards the wilderness,
Our quest carries on.

Far beyond the sundown and far beyond the moonlight,
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

As the red day is dawning
and the lightning cracks the sky,
They raise their hands to the heavens above
Who'll descend unto their lies.

Running back through the midmorning light,
There's a burning in my heart,
We're banished from the time in the foreign land,
To a light beyond the stars.

In your blackest dreams see to the need, that destiny is tied,
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight.

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality,
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone,
Lust inside you'll never find, lust within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah!

[Musical Interlude]

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands,
We fought so hard, now can we understand,
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can,
For freedom of every man!

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
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April 17th, 2006 at 03:55pm
Nurse Who:
A Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!


That song RULES. lmfao
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April 17th, 2006 at 03:58pm
*Roses For The Dead*:
Dunno if it's been posted yet but hey:

Through The Fire And The Flames - Dragonforce

On a cold winter morning,
In the time before the light,
In flames of death's eternal reign,
We ride towards the fight.

When the darkness is falling down
In the times of tough or right,
The sound of evil laughter
Falls around the world tonight.

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel,
Through the wastelands evermore,
The scattered souls will feel the hell,
That is wasted on the shores.

On the blackest wings in hell's terrain,
We watch the lands become,
In fire and pain, and once again we know.

So now we're flying we're free,
We're free before the thunderstorm,
On towards the wilderness,
Our quest carries on.

Far beyond the sundown and far beyond the moonlight,
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

As the red day is dawning
and the lightning cracks the sky,
They raise their hands to the heavens above
Who'll descend unto their lies.

Running back through the midmorning light,
There's a burning in my heart,
We're banished from the time in the foreign land,
To a light beyond the stars.

In your blackest dreams see to the need, that destiny is tied,
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight.

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality,
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone,
Lust inside you'll never find, lust within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah!

[Musical Interlude]

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands,
We fought so hard, now can we understand,
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can,
For freedom of every man!

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
DRAGONFORCE!!!!!!!!!
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April 17th, 2006 at 04:00pm
Nurse Who:
*Roses For The Dead*:
Dunno if it's been posted yet but hey:

Through The Fire And The Flames - Dragonforce

On a cold winter morning,
In the time before the light,
In flames of death's eternal reign,
We ride towards the fight.

When the darkness is falling down
In the times of tough or right,
The sound of evil laughter
Falls around the world tonight.

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel,
Through the wastelands evermore,
The scattered souls will feel the hell,
That is wasted on the shores.

On the blackest wings in hell's terrain,
We watch the lands become,
In fire and pain, and once again we know.

So now we're flying we're free,
We're free before the thunderstorm,
On towards the wilderness,
Our quest carries on.

Far beyond the sundown and far beyond the moonlight,
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

As the red day is dawning
and the lightning cracks the sky,
They raise their hands to the heavens above
Who'll descend unto their lies.

Running back through the midmorning light,
There's a burning in my heart,
We're banished from the time in the foreign land,
To a light beyond the stars.

In your blackest dreams see to the need, that destiny is tied,
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight.

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality,
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone,
Lust inside you'll never find, lust within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah!

[Musical Interlude]

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands,
We fought so hard, now can we understand,
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can,
For freedom of every man!

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
DRAGONFORCE!!!!!!!!!


DRAGONFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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April 17th, 2006 at 04:01pm
Trapped in the Closet- R Kelly lmfao lmfao lmfao
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April 17th, 2006 at 06:38pm
*Roses For The Dead*:
Nurse Who:
*Roses For The Dead*:
Dunno if it's been posted yet but hey:

Through The Fire And The Flames - Dragonforce

On a cold winter morning,
In the time before the light,
In flames of death's eternal reign,
We ride towards the fight.

When the darkness is falling down
In the times of tough or right,
The sound of evil laughter
Falls around the world tonight.

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel,
Through the wastelands evermore,
The scattered souls will feel the hell,
That is wasted on the shores.

On the blackest wings in hell's terrain,
We watch the lands become,
In fire and pain, and once again we know.

So now we're flying we're free,
We're free before the thunderstorm,
On towards the wilderness,
Our quest carries on.

Far beyond the sundown and far beyond the moonlight,
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

As the red day is dawning
and the lightning cracks the sky,
They raise their hands to the heavens above
Who'll descend unto their lies.

Running back through the midmorning light,
There's a burning in my heart,
We're banished from the time in the foreign land,
To a light beyond the stars.

In your blackest dreams see to the need, that destiny is tied,
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight.

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality,
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone,
Lust inside you'll never find, lust within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on.

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on.

Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-oah, Woooaah-ooaah-oah,
Woooaaah-ooaah-ooaah-ooaah-oah!

[Musical Interlude]

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands,
We fought so hard, now can we understand,
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can,
For freedom of every man!

So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
DRAGONFORCE!!!!!!!!!


DRAGONFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY ROCK!!!!!!!!
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April 17th, 2006 at 06:41pm
Nurse Who:
A Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash
I love that song.
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Thick as a Brick-Jethro Tull

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
Buckfast Wine.
Falling In Love With The Board
Buckfast Wine.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 6973
April 18th, 2006 at 01:12pm
Nymphetamine Overdose - Cradle of Filth

Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith

Nymphetamine

Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex

A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid’s bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me

Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I’d met another kind

Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind

In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide

Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’’ of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
The skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones


Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key


Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
(keeping Sodom at night at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days


Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I’m a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key


Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine)
None better
Nymphetamine

Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I’d met another kind

Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind

In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
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