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Fri 12/03/04 at 05:24
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Yes, I've had a skin full and am feeling mightily sentimental and empathic, but let's have your favourite songs, or just parts of the lyrics that speak to you .....

Okey dokey.

*sways with drunken-ness*

"HIC"
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Sat 23/07/05 at 14:36
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"I Want to Conquer the World" by Bad Religion

Hey brother Christian with your high and might errand
Your actions speak to loud I can't hear a word you're saying
Hey sister bleeding heart with all of your compassion
Your labours soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation

Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey mother mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?

And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put an end to poverty, uncleaniness and toil
Promote equality in all of my decisions with a quick wink of the eye
And a God? You must be joking!

Hey mister diplomat with your worldly aspirations
Did you see your children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamations
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations

And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil
Promote equality in all of my decisions

I want to conquer the world
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children
Do away with devolution and then I'll save the whales
We'll have peace on Earth and global communion

I want to conquer the world
I want to conquer the world
I want to conquer the world
I want to conquer the world
Mon 18/07/05 at 19:11
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Turin Brakes ~ Mind Over Money

Mind over money bent over backwards
Light up my life like a very last cigarette
Time after time dear we will just lie here
Staring at ceilings it doesnít really matter where we are

Wearing a smile like its going out of style
Look at your self , theres nothing in there
Just put points on a grave stone
Can u see yourself sinking
Staring at ceilings it doesnít really matter where you are

Thatís alright I warned myself
keep blood on the inside and nowhere else
up on a shelf thatís where I need to be
la da da dee

I need to get something
I canít sleep for red eye
Internal combustion can that really happen?
I take it back yeah whatever I did yeah I didnít mean it
I was only joking

But what does this matter in the grand scheming sky
All that I multiply adds up to nothing

thatís alright I warned myself
keep blood on the inside and nowhere else
up on a shelf thatís where I need to be
la da da dee
Fri 17/06/05 at 12:41
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Lawnmower Deth - Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob

Too much too high
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.
Just one smoke that all it takes,
Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes,
You've smoked toomuch, you're starting to sob,
Now you're going toanswer to the planet of cobs.
His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big,
The chainsaws he uses, ain't not for cunning twigs.
Too much, too high,
You smoke, you die
Hey, what's the problem with drugs these days,
I mean, what the fcuk does it matter,
If I get a goddamn acid tablet,
And shove it down the end of my penis.
Too much, too high,
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.
Fri 17/06/05 at 12:36
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Still - Foo Fighters

If youíd like to walk a while
We could waste the day
Follow me into the trees
I will lead the way
Bring some change up to the bridge
Bring some alcohol
There weíll make our final wish
Just before the fall
Promise I will be forever yours
Promise not to say another word
Nevermind, whatís done is done
Always was the lucky one
Watch the sunrise all alone
Sitting on the tracks
Hear the train come roaring in
Never coming back
Laying quiet in the grass
Everything is still
River stones and broken bones
Scattered on the hill
Promise I will be forever yours
Promise not to say a another word
Here forever deep beneath the dirt
Nevermind, whatís done is done
Always was the lucky one
Fri 17/06/05 at 12:30
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Lawnmower Deth - Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower

Enter the church,
See the death,
Hear the lawnmower,
On Satan's breath.
CHORUS:
Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower
Rape the virgin,
Blades destroy the cross,
Blood, gore and carnage,
The lawnmower mosh.
Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower
Decomposing grassboxes,
Carnage, blood and gore,
Satanistic lawnmowers,
Craving for more.
Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower
Bob Marley ...AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH.
Fri 17/06/05 at 12:08
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Sarah McLachlan ~ Answer

I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Tue 31/05/05 at 21:20
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"Happy" by Everclear

David has some issues now
He says he never is good enough
There is nothing that he wants to do
Nothing he does is ever good enough
He hears it from the girls that he likes
That nothing is good enough
He hears it loud when he tries to sleep at night
That nothing is good enough
Nothing is good enough

(One, two, three, four)

Heather has a problem now
She thinks that nothing ever is good enough
She always tries to make everything right
Everything she tries is never good enough
She hears it from the girls that she likes
Nothing is good enough
Yeah, she hears it loud when she tries to sleep at night
That nothing is good enough

Nothing makes you happy
Nothing makes you live in a world without love
Nothing is the only thing that will never change
So nothing is good enough
Yeah, nothing is good enough

(Break!)

I think I have some issues now
I really feel like nothing is good enough
No, I have to keep it all from falling apart
Nothing that I have is ever good enough
I hear it from my wonderful wife
That nothing is good enough
Yeah, I hear it loud when I try to sleep at night
That nothing is good enough

Nothing makes you happy
No, nothing is like living in a world without sound
No, nothing is the only thing that will not hurt you
Nothing will never ever let you down
Nothing makes you happy
No, nothing makes you live in a world without love
Nothing is the only thing that will never change
So nothing is good enough

No, nothing is good enough
No, nothing is good enough
No, Nothing is good enough
Tue 31/05/05 at 16:20
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At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept.

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath
The hail of the contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well


They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure that the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks

Dancing on the corpses ashes

A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets

Dancing on the corpses ashes

In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of
Cobblestone curfews
The federales perform
Their custodial customs quite well

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well


Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
While the guillotine just slapped again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath
The hail of the contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
On my way

Callous heels
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels, scalpels


What a song.
Mon 30/05/05 at 09:15
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Posts: 12,425
Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of í97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more
reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will
not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they
have faded. But trust me, in 20 years youíll look back at photos
of yourself and recall in a way you canít grasp now how much
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.


You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Donít worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is
as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside
you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Donít be reckless with other peopleís hearts, donít put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Donít waste your time on jealousy; sometimes youíre ahead,
sometimes youíre behind. The race is long, and in the end, itís
only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Donít feel guilty if you donít know what you want to do with your
life. The most interesting people I know didnít know at 22 what
they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting
40 year olds I know still donít.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, youíll miss them when theyíre gone.

Maybe youíll marry, maybe you wonít, maybe youíll have
children, maybe you wonít, maybe youíll divorce at 40, maybe
youíll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding
anniversary. Whatever you do, donít congratulate yourself too
much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance,
so are everybody elseís. Enjoy your body, use it every way you
can. Donít be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, itís the
greatest instrument youíll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own
living room.

Read the directions, even if you donít follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel
ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when theyíll be
gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few
you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the
people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do youíll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Donít expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a
trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might run out.

Donít mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it
will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than itís worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.
Sun 22/05/05 at 21:58
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Posts: 635
Chorus:
Rhythym is a dancer,
it's a soul's companion,
you can feel it everywhere

Lift your hands and voices
free your mind and join us
you can feel it in the air

Ooh, it's a passion
Ooh, you can feel it in the air
Ooh, it's a passion
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh

back to top of chorus

A far away light in the futuristic place we might be,
It's a tiny world just big enough to support the kingdom of one
knowledgeable,
throw away the loneliness and head back down,
I'm going too fast, I'm going too fast

back to top of chorus

I plunge right on through the office door,
and into the arms of the bottomless negro of love,
suddenly I can't remember,
how to stop, or turn around,

Do I have to get behind myself,
Do I have to turn around before I can point,
I flip 'til I can breathe
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