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Town" i seem to recognize your face haunting, familiar, yet i can't seem to place it cannot find the candle of thought to light your name lifetimes are catching up with me all these changes taking place, i wish i'd seen the place but no one's ever taken me hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... i swear i recognize your breath memories like fingerprints are slowly raising me, you wouldn't recall, for i'm not my former it's hard when, you're stuck upon the shelf i changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate perhaps that's what no one wants to see i just want to scream...hello... my god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return but now here you are, and here i am hearts and thoughts they fade...away... hearts and thoughts they fade...away... hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... hearts and thoughts they fade... |
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polaroid picture HEY YA! |
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i was listening to that song today. Its great. I prefer the lyrics to indifference though |
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oh god I hope that's not Live.. |
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its pearl jam |
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"misery's the river of the world" The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy 'til he dies There's no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a church The devil builds a chapel Like the thistles that are growing 'Round the trunk of a tree All the good in the world You can put inside a thimble And still have room for you and me If there's one thing you can say about Mankind There's nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy till he dies There's no milk at the bottom of the pail God tempers all the winds for the new shorn lambs The devil knows the bible like the back of his hand All the good in the world You can put inside a thimble And still have room for you and me If there's one thing you can say about Mankind There's nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again For want of a bird The sky was lost For want of a nail A shoe was lost For want of a life A knife was lost For want of a toy A child was lost And misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Everybody row, everybody row Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Everybody row, everybody row Everybody row, everybody row Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Everybody row, everybody row Everybody row, everybody row Everybody row Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Everybody row, everybody row Everybody row |
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What is the cultural meaning of coming in a girl's mouth? Do I wish to feed her or fill her mouth with filth? Is it just to test whether she accepts my messiest mess Or simply paint a funny milk moustache across her face? Or is there in this thrilling ritual something messianic Some sort of baptism by sperm? Like my cock is John the Baptist saying "One day someone greater than me shall come" Or some Moses who leads an entire nation across her tongue To liberation That must be it ..... why else fill a girl's mouth saltily full With a fluid the consistency of honey, tapioca and motor oil? |
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RZA - Build Strong Lyrics yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me enemy of my self physical.....listen, let me tell you about.. yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me enemy of self physically enslaved by the luxuries of this world so I behave like a man inside the grave who's life is lost I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost or could I, I know the prescribed laws any effect is a result of the cause of lies and delusions to myself I have lied burning inside wanting to open wide and scream the name of the supreme but I'm trapped in this world lusting for girls therefore I imagine a genie and a wish and searching for things that just does not exist but in the midst there's the answer for which i have searched cause from me springs divine prince rakeem and that is me the master of equality with the ability to set myself free but b.o.b.b.y he don't want to die, he don't want to die he don't want to try so I'm forced to cry and get trapped up for living my life inside a lie these problems surround me a lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me enemy of my self physically enslaved by the luxuries of this world so I behave like a man inside the grave who's life is lost I want the promised gold but I can't afford the cost or could I, I heard of the prescribed laws any effect is a result of the cause of lies and delusions to myself I have lied burning inside and wanting to open wide and scream the name of the supreme but I'm trapped in this world I'm lusting for girls before I imagined a genie and a wish and I'm searching for things that does not exist but in my midst there's the answer for which i have searched cause from me springs the divine prince rakheem and that is me the master of equality give myself the opportunity and set free and be all I can be be all I can be and not a nigga just trapped up in luxur |
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this song is basically the story of me and my man lying [martina topley-bird] I walked out of the house in your girlfriend's clothes They fit me better than I would have supposed My mind close the curtain on a lonely repose And when I walk around town everybody knows I'm lying with you Backsliding with you Not trying with you I'm lying with you Out of the house with hangover shame Don't punish me for not calling you Come by the house, I'll be there at eight, Waiting on the stoop for you I'm lying with you Backsliding with you I'm not trying with you I'm lying with you Where are you Ilya? Where are you Ilya? Telephone's ringing and I'm at work Look around to see if anybody heard When I'm undercover I know it's absurd But I want it and I can't say no But I want it and I can't say no I'm lying with you Backsliding with you Not trying with you I'm lying with you Where are you? Where are you? |
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Sir Mix-A-Lot Baby Got Back Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt It is so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok? I mean her butt It's just so big I can't believe it's so round It's just out there I mean, it's gross Look, she's just so black I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up front Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh, baby I wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got Me so horny Ooh, rub all of that smooth skin You say you wanna get in my Benz Well use me, use me cuz you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines saying flat butt's the only thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back, so Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah) Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah) Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt Baby got back (LA face with Oakland booty) I like'em round and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself I'm actin like an animal Now here's my scandal |
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I wanna get you home And ugh, double ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy Cuz silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas I wanna get with ya I won't cus or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck Til the break of dawn Baby, I got it goin on A lot of pimps won't like this song Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it But I'd rather stay and play Cuz I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah) If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back (LA face with the Oakland booty) Yeah baby When it comes to females Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection 36-24-36 Only if she's 5'3" So your girlfriend rolls a Honda Playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that hard role and tell you that the butt need to go So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines You ain't it Miss Thang Give me a sista I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis Cuz his girls were on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And pulled up quick to get with 'em So ladies if the butt is round And you wanna triple X throw down Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back |
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"Close the windows’ draw the blinds I can’t stand it if the sun shines On Sunday Hated Sunday Disturbing pictures on the news Distant wars but they won’t touch you On Sunday Hated Sunday Your mother calls’ she’s alright Your sister calls’ she’s in hospital Honouring politician dead Car found parked on Beachy Head On Sunday Hated Sunday Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday’ay Hated Sunday Sunday night’ time stands still One last drag’ it still feels like school Tomorrow Hated Sunday Your mother calls’ she’s alright Your brother calls’ he wants money Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday" Hated Sunday - Black Box Recorder "Down south there are deserts/ that are covered in forestry. / The saplings are free from the blood red jackboot of history." - Footprints in Snow Disco Inferno |
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Venetian Snares - Herbie Goes Ballistic BAM! |
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before you test me know whats going on ive been around for long my evil is strong i lie awake and hate you probably strong enough to make you have something happen a car crash, make you play with a weapon a gun in your mouth my voice in your mind you're strong enough to take a life are you strong enough to take care of one? Sleep and I'll find you if i Just put my mind to My funny valentine, I don't find you funny Seaside the sun, and the fame, the money Who am I to say So you don't even wanna be a... No, I can't say it, my mouth is like a... Bitter sweet and twisted deceitful rough and gifted Even got God scared, even got scared many the things we did etc..... its edited and im not sure its correct. these are not my fave lyrics at all, but the first that sprung to mind. ha ha good old tricky, havent listened to him in years. |
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"my funny valentine, I dont find you VERY funny" (sorry) |
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"I wanna fuck you in the back of my daddy's car when the lights are loowww" |
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I've written this on before but: I returned a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the expiration date I came back as a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the date stamped on myself did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket and was everybody dancing on the casket? now it's over i'm dead and i haven't done anything that i want or i'm still alive and there's nothing that i want to do i will never say the word "procrastinate" again i'll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed i didn't apologize for when i was eight and i made my younger brother have to be my personal slave did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket and was everybody dancing on the casket? now it's over i'm dead and i haven't done anything that i want or i'm still alive and there's nothing that i want to do and i won't sit at home anymore and you won't see my head in the window and i won't be around ever anymore and i'll be up there on the wall at the store They Might Be Giants - Dead The higher that the monkey can climb the more he shows his tail call no man happy till he dies there's no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a church the devil builds a chapel like the thistles that are growing round the trunk of a tree all the good in the world you could put inside a thimble and still have room for you and me if there's one thing you can say about mankind there's nothing kind about man you can drive out nature with a pitchfork but it always comes roaring back again Tom Waits - Misery's the River of the World |
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The version i was listening to was Pearl Jam (live in East Troy, WI 7-23-03) I love it! Everyone singing along! And when they all shout "hello"!!! Fucking gives me goosebumps! |
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"Two-Headed Boy Pt. Two" by Neutral Milk Hotel Daddy, please hear this song that I sing, In your heart there's a spark that just screams for a lover to bring a child to your chest, That couyld lay as you sleep, And love all you have left Like your boy used to be, long ago, Wrapped in sheets warm and wet. Blister, please, with those wings in your spine, Love to be with a brother of mine, How you love to find your tongue in his teeth, in a struggle to find sacred songs that you keep Wrapped in boxes so tight, Sounding only at night as you sleep. And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying, as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet, Rings of flowers round your eyes and I’ll love you for the rest of your life (when you’re ready) Brother see we are one and the same, And you left with your head filled with flames and you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth, push the pieces in place Make your smile Sweet to see, Don’t you take this away I’m still wanting my face on your cheek. And when we break We’ll wait for our miracle, God is a place where some holy spectacle lies. And when we break We’ll wait for our miracle, God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life. Two-headed boy, She is all you could need, She will feed you tomatoes and radio wire, And retire to sheets safe and clean, But don’t hate her when she gets up to leave. |
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I came here with my dick in my hand. Don't make me leave here with my foot in your ass. |
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Hm, a random Jim O'Rourke song.. Nothing makes me want to disappear As when someone opens their mouth It’s just my luck I get hit by a car While carrying a cake Dripping cherries Onto pavement Bride and groom on my face I’m not there like a ghost ship in a storm It only figures That I’d ride my bike Into wet cement And as I’m sinkin’ The last thing that I think Is did I pay my rent I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm |
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very nice! |
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i like that! what's the music like? |
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The Soft Boys Underwater Moonlight (Hitchcock) He was white and she was white as only statues are Fifty years they stood there looking stupid by a jar One night in mid-august when the moonlight got too strong They climbed off their pedastal and then they sang this song Past the gun implacement and the bones as white as bleach Through the rats and ivy till they came out on a beach Out into the ocean till they disappeared from view Honey, when it gets you there's just nothing you can do Underwater moonlight sets the body free Underwater moonlight baby you and me Underwater moonlight Underwater moonlight He was pink and she was pink and onward they did row Didn't see the giant squid though, it was fairly slow When they hit the bottom they were well and truly dead The statues took their place and then they rowed back home instead Underwater moonlight, take your baby down Underwater moonlight, watch you baby drown with love And in the moonlight - Underwater moonlight Underwater moonlight Underwater moonlight (there are a few quiet lines here I cannot make out) Once again I can take you down - Moonlight Below the sea - Moonlight Why don't you feed the fish? - Moonlight I'll make you feed the fish - Moonlight I'll watch you feed the fish - Moonlight I'll watch you feed the fish - Moonlight Underwater moonlight sets the body free Underwater moonlight baby, you and me Underwater moonlight Underwater moonlight Underwater moonlight Underwater moonlight |
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Very (very) good pop music, or something. It's from the album Eureka (not my favourite, but still great). |
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"Wish You Away" by Esthero Another sock in the belly day Why don't you go away Inside your storm It kinda keeps me warm At night Well I Know it to be true Swirling through Inside you Your light is my light Your light After you left I couldn't sleep I have nowhere to be And if you go Then I go too And if you leave Then I will find you I will find you I was kicked in the belly today And it wasn't fair play I would scream but I've too much to say Life isn't fair play Wish you away Just go away Wish you away Can't go away Wish you away Don't go away You were never here anyway... |
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That Jim O'Rourke song is "Ghostship in a Storm" and it's great. It's very gentle and "folky". |
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Devo - Jocko Homo They tell us that We lost our tails Evolving up From little snails I say it’s all Just wind in sails Are we not men? We are devo! We’re pinheads now We are not whole We’re pinheads all Jocko homo Are we not men? D-e-v-o Monkey men all In business suit Teachers and critics All dance the poot Are we not men? We are devo! Are we not men? D-e-v-o God made man But he used the monkey to do it Apes in the plan We’re all here to prove it I can walk like an ape Talk like an ape I can do what a monkey can do God made man But a monkey supplied the glue We must repeat O.k. let’s go! |
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Squarepusher - Come on my Selector Eh Oh Eh Oh Eh-e-e-e-e-eh Oh Let the bass kick I'm the fucking daddy! somethingaboutamateandasemfuagowdi somethingaboutamateandasemfuagowdi |
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gett off - prince How can I put this in a way so as not 2 offend or unnerve? But there's a rumor goin' all around that U ain't been gettin' served They say that U ain't "U know what" in, baby, who knows how long It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right when all I wanna do is wrong CHORUS: Gett off – 23 positions in a one night stand Gett off – I'll only call U after if U say I can Gett off – Let a woman be a woman and a man be a man Gett off – If U want 2, baby, here I am (Here I am) I clocked the jizz from a friend of yours named Vanessa Bet (Bet) She said U told her a fantasy that got her all wet (Wet) Something about a little box with a mirror and a tongue inside (Yeah) What she told me then got me so hot, I knew that we could slide (Ooh) CHORUS Gett off {repeat in BG} 1 2 3 Naw, little cutie, I ain't drinkin' But scope this, I was just thinkin' U + me, what a ride If U was thinkin' the same, we could continue outside Lay your pretty body against a parkin' meter Strip your dress down like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy Lemme show U, baby, I'm a talented boy Everybody grab a body Pump it like U want somebody Gett off So here we, so here we… So here we are, here we are in my paisley crib What cha want 2 eat? (Ribs!) Naw toy, I don't serve ribs U better be happy that dress is still on I heard the rip when U sat down Honey, them hips is gone But that's alright, I clock 'em that way Remind me of somethin' James used 2 say "I like 'em fat, I like 'em proud U got 2 have a mother 4 me" Now move your big ass 'round this way So I can work on that zipper, baby 2night U're a star and I'm the Big Dipper Na, na, na, na {x2} (Kick it) (Gett off) {repeat in BG} How can I put this in a way so as not 2 offend or unnerve? But there's a rumor goin' all around that U ain't been gettin' served They say that U ain't "U know what" in, baby, who knows how long It's hard 4 me 2 say what |
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Jeff Buckley / Dream Brother There is a child sleeping near his twin The pictures go wild in a rush of wind That dark angel he is shuffling in Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled The love you lost with her skin so fair Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair Her green eyes blew goodbyes With her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips of another Dream Brother with your tears scattered round the world. Don't be like the one who made me so old Don't be like the one who left behind his name 'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine And nobody ever came... Don't be like the one who made me so old Don't be like the one who left behind his name 'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine And nobody ever came... Don't be like the one who made me so old Don't be like the one who left behind his name 'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine Nobody ever came Nobody ever... I feel afraid and I call your name I love your voice and your dance insane I hear your words and I know your pain With your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another Your eyes to the ground and the world spinning round forever Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over Ah do you meet the one I love and smell the one who loves you Dream brother, dream brother, dream, dream dream asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over |
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Artist: Illogic Album: Unforeseen Shadows Song: Hate in a Puddle [Illogic] I hate when it rains, cause in puddles I encounter this guy Unable to give a rebuttal but swift as the pain flood his eyes wonderin why he's a gift with no purpose A priceless one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless Grounded with no surface And when he shows one, it's a facade Cause inside he fights feelings that he was mistake by God I see his confusion and self-deception Questions of relevance and intelligence He holds an illusion of self-acceptance that he shows to those outside lookin in He's outside lookin in to his own life; lookin for strength to carry on as a pawn in this chess game of existance In his mind he wants to go on to the dawn and leave the stress that came with existance Hopin in death he'll find life Cause as he lives, he roams the dark, tryin to find light He's made his heart so hard, he doesn't even cry anymore Cause he's confronted sorrow frequently His heart's been broken frequently It's like he's lost some part of him and just haven't found it yet So in his search, he's left with nothin but questions and regret All he wants to know is how one day, he's content and the next day he's cryin cause his life isn't what he thought life meant He just wants to be happy, with his love and all But too often I get messages through telepathic calls He's askin me through a puddle what more must he endure to continue But for some reason he knows he most endure to continue [Chorus] When I walk past puddles, my reflection calls beggin me to answer his questions about life and his perceptions and tell him why I hate him so much And you wonder why I hate him so much? Now when I walk past puddles, my reflection calls beggin me to answer his questions about life, and his perceptions and tell him why I hate him so much Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much |
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Why did I hate him so much? I wondered, pondered on the question What in my mind caused me to despise my reflection? I didn't know I just knew when I saw him, how I felt and hated the fact that he had to play with the cards that he was dealt He's come in contact with some ill things that can't be explained Life's extracted his energy to where the pain can't be contained So to me he comes, sheddin tears like skin Intimate with some, only the ones he calls friends If he even exists, he only exists in pain It's like his life is a myth and he's been blessed with the gift of shame, I mean From birth to love he's been betrayed He's an unknown in how to cope with that pain and dissapointment he's come to know as he's grown He feels he stands alone in this world of puddle images And he awaits the time for when, time finishes He tries to elevate thought, but he's still chillin in the basement Awaitin a rebirth of his soul as it fears it's spiritual placement [Chorus] [Illogic] God I pray you can give me a purpose or help me find it Cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it Is it somethin I need to know, some way I need to grow to get out of this rut, God give me some self-trust Love is somethin I'm lookin for but I've found it, or have I? I wanna live but can I, or do I have to die to? I try to, have life but my life seems kinda worthless as I'm starin at this puddle God I pray that you can give me a purpose or help me find it Cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it Is it somethin I need to know, some way I need to grow to get out of this rut, God please give me some self-trust Love is somethin I'm lookin for - thought I found it, or have I? I wanna live but can I, or do I have to die to? I try to, have life but my life seems kinda worthless as I'm starin in this puddle [Chorus] {*music changes*} [Illogic] I sit alone in dismal silence Peering into the eyes of my reflection Wondering if his thoughts are adjacent |
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to my own What visions of eerie savagery are passing if purity lurks in the mind of he who I mirror? Lookin at him I am disgusted He lacks beauty in all external areas and internally he seems so confused Perplexed with this conundrum of life He proceeds to function or cope, lookin at it realistically Esteem he lacks, in all areas of existance Reason unknown What is the cause of the lack of this self-acceptance? I mean it seems like he needs constant assurance Some type of ritual proof that he's even worth the oxygen he breathes A, light that shines upon him Is his living in vein? Does he have a purpose? Answer - eternally unknown |
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Alias - Watching Water, but I can't seem to find them. |
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Intake ambiance a tool for meditation Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete (X2) I'm trying to break this writer's cramp, massage my hand and daydream Out the window innuendo, watch the water find it's path down the glass It seems, erratic direction, it's only perfection Rest my head inside my hands, pace back and forth inside my mind I wish sometimes I wouldn't reminisce so much such things, tend to make one reflect and dissect situations to an extreme Hard now to redeem what was there before No more gone are those days and ways have parted Gone from feeling solid trust to outsmarted Anyway, I'm now moving on to a distance far from yesterday It's best this way I feel as though I've missed this moment of truth Outcome uneventfull. I've lost the ability to feel sentimental I can stare at a puddle and see a million places I love It's comforting thoughts of places I've been, places I will never see again Send my love to all who were there, wishing I could crawl back in But I've transformed and the pieces wouldn't fit, so the sorenecks will cease Eyes searching to the sky to try to find some form of peace And I keep pulling up blanks, yet I'm wearing this mask for the sake of others We all miss things I suppose, we must let go, well I'm not ready Just let me sit in silence and soak in what's trailing down the window to cleanse my emotions, to begin the process of preparing myself Intake ambiance a tool for meditation Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete (X2) I watch the drop join it's friends and become one with the crowd All to well, forcing me to sigh out loud Look into clouds, to envision, the inside of my head I'm turing leave at this turning point. Remembering what they said as they drove off one by on |
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one they left taking pieces of me untill I felt empty inside already looking forward to that day when I'd be returning and I hadn'r even left yet From then on I took the inside out approach Granted lots of time to think when when your new position is coach And your crew is sleeping the whole time, when it's 2:00 am in the morning And you're in the middle of nowhere with the buzz of the AM radio the only one that's there Think a lot about life, that's where it all began for me the more I thought, the more more I began to clearly see absolutely every aspect of life in a new light I figured out my Rubix Cube.. (haha) well I got it somewhat right And things are coming together as I slowly come undone And the occurence known as the "it" is swept under the rug and now my burden weights a ton But it only makes me stronger and I refuse to break I'm letting things pass by, for the family's sake Just give me a picture of the truth so I can hold it near and watch the rainfall, syncopated with one lonesome tear Intake ambiance a tool for meditation Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete (X2) |
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GlassJaw "Pretty Lush" I draw them on reckless, etched in, scratched in like resurrection. Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too. I've got to give some to get some. Mining in the river, standing in the rain. Down on your knees as you heave at the drain. You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders. And I said, Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed? Give it some more time. Tonight I'm going to a party, but its already started without me. I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase. I've got to give some to get some. The disco ball spins away another year. I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year. Only three words come to mind (True Till' Death) |
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the intro sample from Aphex Twin's "Milk Man" found ...popped out like a motherfucker you should have seen the kid. He screamed and he winced and his eyeball, I remember I...I was like fucking his eye and I s... I thought shit I'd fucking better not press too hard with my fucking two inch hard cock cos it quivered and it... it dripped down my fucking cock and I thought that's good. I said to myself that's fucking good. |
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Virginpusher, I love the way Daryl Palumbo sings, one of the most passionate voices I've ever heard. I used to listen to Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence all the time. |
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He is the best vocalist today. IMO! Damn you can hear hundreds of emotions in his voice. I have head automatica downloaded but its too different for me. EYEWTKAS is fucking awesome. So beautiful and so fucking ugly at the same time. It is exactly like life can be! |
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You're asking when do I stop? When the bottle's empty. Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all. Pink roses. Nomad: Drowning rat. Black. Black. So black you can't even grasp the fact. Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to save us all. Pink roses. Lead with your need as god descends. Cold in the ground. What gets me this down? The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown. I want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you. |
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There are two which i find appropriate right now: If i spoke at one constant rhythm, at one constant pitch, at one constant volume, right into your ear. You still won't hear, you still won't hear... A small victory - Faith no more And... You sung all the words and you sung all the note but you never quite learned the songs you sung. I can tell by the sadness in your eye that you never quite learned the songs you sung. The hedgehog song - The incredible string band |
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