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a thrread forr quotes frrom songs that stand out as verry cleverr orr whateverr, just something you want to drraw peoples attention to. I suck my tongue in rremembrance of you – Bjork, Possibly Maybe |
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"I want to kill everyone, Satan is good, Satans our pal" |
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"Chairs made of pussyhairs!" --Doormouse Megamix by Vsnares |
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haha zeus i was just thinking the same but i thin i'll go with 'i can see their blue hands touching me' from street spirit by you-should-know-who the most meaningful song quotes to me, however, are from finnish songs, no sense to translate them. |
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"words, words, words! you may as well listen to the birds" - coil, queens of the circulating library |
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I WANT TO FUCK EVERYONE IN THE WORLD I WANT TO DO SOMETHING THAT MATTERS Nine Inch Nails |
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"Kill someone, save a life Don't do drugs, drink all night Worship Jesus, praise Satan Opinions are all contradiction" Anthrax, "Burst" |
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Axis discrepancy indicates hexagons beyond control anomaly Mutilation colony reflecs no triangular energy. squarepusher f train |
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You'll be absolutely free only if you want to be -Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, "Absolutely Free" |
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"so I opened up the bruise and let some of the blues blood come out to them.." |
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"I would like to salute the ashes of american flags, and all the falling leaves, filling up shopping bags" wilco - ashes of american flags |
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she can talk to squirrels comin back from the convelescent home starin at sports cars cryin Beck - "Whiskeyclone Hotel City 1997" |
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"TititititititititititititititititititititOOOOtitititititit ititititititititititititiOOOOtititititititititititititititi tititititititititititititititiGAH!!!!" Fantomas, Page 9 |
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"Once I saw an eskimo, don't you eat that yellow snow." -Frank Zappa Or "Mutilated carcasses in and on top of the water..." -Venetian Snares |
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"ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long" - ministry, jesus built my hotrod |
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"The way to succeed, and the way to suck eggs" - ministry - Psalm 69 |
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"We forget the space between people and things Is empty We forget, and don't notice the loss." -coil, the dreamer is still asleep |
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"so is this the way its gonna be now?" - text |
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"Dance while the record spins" DJ SY MEGAMIX ! |
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"If man is 5 and the devil is 6 then that must make me seven." |
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"the pressure's on pass it on" dj keoki |
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ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE . . . ~frank zappa, -What's the ugliest part of your body? |
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"I dont like the drugs, but the drugs like me..." Marilyn Manson |
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"perhaps i had a wicked childhood" or "ouh yeah!... ahhh! ohhh! keep goin'!" both from caustic window... |
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time takes a cigarete and puts it in your mouth you pull on your finger then another finger then cigarete david bowie |
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david bowie was on conan's "Secrets" last night and said, "People come up to me all the time and say, 'let's dance."..i can't stand this, i hate dancing. it's really really stupid." lmao |
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"put on your red shoes and dance the blues" -david bowie |
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"suck my fucking dick, you wanker" -david bowie |
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Tonyfish: SWEET!! i forgot about that...thats awesome man...thanks for putting one of Steve Reich's best phase peices on here!!! Mine would have to be one from Chicane's Autumn Tactics: "Deep river runs its course to the warm horizon, shadows of falling leaves. October moon and rusty skies, ever changing feelings. The seeds of autumn in my mind" Very nice visuals with that song! Second one would be... "We hope your rules and wisdom choke you!! And now, we awoke in everlasting peace. We hope that you choke, that you choke" By Radiohead of course. Oh yeah one more: "Its up to me now, turn on the bright lights" That by Interpol...had that stuck in my head all day once. |
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"sodomize the rage in space and watch your red red sky" - 12 rounds, strange daze "smash my dreams and kill my ideals poke me in the eye tear my seems and kill the part of me that wants to cry" - 12 rounds, my big hero |
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"this dream-by-numbers life is fucking with my head" - eels, novocaine for the soul "pain by numbers, just join the dots" - coil, paranoid inlay |
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"I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon. But if that's what it takes to hold you I'd just as soon let you go." I never promised you a garden - Donny Osmond I brlieve. Never heard that one though I've only heard the Suicid Machines version. |
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"god thinks he's all that and a bag of chips" david bowie |
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"{completely incoherent}" - shane macgowan |
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"give me another drink now, mr. bartender, if you don't, i'm gonna stick your dick in a blender" - 'drink 'til i die' by bad news |
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"my name is tchaaany I like ba-NAAAANY and I will ride your bologne pony" |
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"such an awful tragic night / though i've only done what's right / even with my consience clear / i can't help this flood of tears // i've got my eye on the finish line // though i've beem striving for their good / i will be misunderstood / even my own darling dear / misconstrued what was so clear // given the time i think she would have understood / that it was for the greater good / soon i will meet her at our mansion in the sky / leaving this wicked world behind // its strange that it should end this way / buy matyrs never have a say" -pedro the lion (david bazan) "eye on the finish line" "count it a blessing / that your such a failure/ your second chance might / never have come" -pedro the lion "winners never quit" |
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Ghosts in the photograph never lie'd to me. I'd be all of that I'd be all of that. A false memory would be everything. A denial my eliminent. What was that for? What was that for? What would you do if you saw spaceships over Glasgow? Would you fear them? Every aircraft, every camera, is a wish that wasn't granted. What was that for? What was that for? Try to be bad. Try to be bad. |
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ya see i'm irish but i'm not a leprechaun ya wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on ya get it right to tha grill i'm white and i ill a descendant of Dublin with titanic skill i duck then i swing next thing ya jaw's broken punk i ain't jokin you can bet cha be chokin on a fist full o knottin meanwhile i'll be puffin on a fat blunt what punk? you don't know the half tryin to talk shit man please don't make me laugh these irish eyes are smilin i'm buck wildin the House of Pain is pumpin start jumpin freak it, funk it back seat trunk it if ya can't get wid it ya wind up sweatin it then ya get a beatin just like an egg it's so hard to run when ya got a broken leg but we can have a run off the House of Pain will come off we got tha cake that cha tryin to get a crumb off the irish stylee the celtic jazz no one has it just us, that's it if ya try ta take it i got a big shalele i don't got dreads cuz i shave my head daily ya call me a skinhead i call ya a pinhead yo where ya been man just like the tin man you got no heart here comes the good part i pick em, pluck em cut em up and buck em down no fuckin around homeboy ya get clowned like Krusty trust me you shouldn't play and by the way Top o the Mornin to ya |
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Who loves the Rain? Who cares that it makes showers, who cares that it makes flowers since you broke my heart? Who loves the sun? Who cares that it makes plants grow, who cares what it does sicne you broke my heart? Baaaa babaaa baaaaaa! Who looooooves the suuuuuuun! Baaa baba baaaaa! etc etc |
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And ''Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, boy you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down''. |
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Coil - London's Lost Rivers I will drown myself in London's lost rivers I will walk down to the rain I have sat there and seen the winter days finish their short-spanned lives; and all the globes of light - crimson, emerald, and pallid yellow - start, one by one, out of the russet fog that creeps up the river. But I like the place best on these hot summer nights, when the sky hangs thick with stifled colour, and the stars shine small and shyly. Then the pulse of the city is hushed, and the scales of the water flicker golden and boiling under the watching regiment of lamps. The bridge clasps its gaunt arms tight from bank to bank, and the shuffle of a retreating figure sounds loud and alone in the quiet. There, if you wait long enough, you will hear the long wail of the siren, that seems to tell of the anguish of London till a train hurries to throttle its dying note, roaring and rushing, thundering and blazing through the night, tossing its white crests of smoke, charging across the bridge into the dark country beyond. In the wan, lingering light of the winter afternoon, the park stood all deserted, sluggishly drowsing, so it seemed, with their spacious distances muffled in greys: colourless, fabulous, blurred. One by one, through the damp misty air, walked the tall, stark, lifeless elms. Overhead there lowered a turpid sky, heavy-charged with unclean yellow, and amid their ugly patches of damp and rotting bracken, a little mare picked her way noiselessly. The rumour of life seemed hushed. There was only the vague ??? rhythm of the creaking saddle. The daylight faded. A shroud of ghostly mist enveloped the earth, and up from the vaporous distance crept slowly the evening darkness. A sullen glow throbs overhead: golden will-o'-the-wisps are threading their shadowy ribbons of golden trees, and the dull, distant rumour of feverish London waits on the still night air. The lights of Hyde Park Corner blaze like some monster, gilded constellation, shaming the dingy stars. And across the east, there |
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relax! dont do it! when you wanna go to it! |
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flares a sky-sign, gaudy crimson arabesques. And all the air hangs draped in mysterious sumptuous splendour of a murky London night. I'm gonna drown myself in the lost rivers of London I am gonna drown myself in the lost rivers of London |
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot System Of A Down - Jet Pilot |
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