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10-20-2007, 03:35 PM
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"Blood Tells" by Moonspell. in my blood you reached this far in my soul you found this much the circles of hell on earth travelled together times upon times when you have lived this cruel and emptied the veins once full bloodlines of life going back in your hands bloodlines of life in return to the past blood tells. memorial. now you have gone too far now you have found too much the circles of blood completed as it was once for the last now we have lived this full still we have nothing at all from the line of the life we fall in the shifting sands of the heart blood tells. memorial. to put together the words, to bring together our worlds to be together the curse, to live together our horrors now we have lived this full always we had nothing to prove! what the soul hides, blood tells! now we have lived this full to you we have nothing to prove! what the soul hides, blood tells! memorial.
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10-20-2007, 03:40 PM
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"Saturday Superhouse" I'll be sitting on the left side, you'll be sitting on the right Dying to share our problems, make everything alright Then I see a darkness, you see the blinding light Will Oldham's in the corner moaning "Can't you write your own lines" If we don't know where we belong It'll make no difference from where we started Look out kid because here it comes You're not the lucky ones There's a dozen corpses on the left side, I swear one's smiling at me Compliments on your confessions baby, wow you really showed me You think that you're full of conviction, really you're just trying to survive Tie them up then spit them out it's good to help the boy shine If we don't know where we belong It'll make no difference from where we started Look out kid because here it comes You're not the lucky ones
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10-20-2007, 03:46 PM
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"Pitch Black Water" by Flowing Tears. cry, wake the sleeping lie pray I'm always there for you beware of you die, agony inside pray the rain will fall on you it's all for you will I punish your heaven? will I be there to go with you? will I bury the raven? and will I stand to watch you burn? say will we dive in the water? say will I die in your water? say will I cry for this moment to live? say will I cry for the water? cry, swear to walk in line pay the ones who steal your heart in dreams apart die, melodies all mine prey the dawn will be your guard so free to start will I punish your heaven? will I be there to go with you? will I bury the raven? and will I stand to watch you burn? say will we dive in the water? say will I die in your water? say will I cry for this moment to live? say will I cry for the water?
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10-29-2007, 02:08 PM
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Don't you just love Rob Zombie?
"House Of 1000 Corpses" Sherri Moon Zombie's creepy laugh gives me chills She had a corpse Under her bed She had her fun But now he's dead Hear momma said Come feed desire Her brother said Hey, throw her on the fire This is the house Come on in This is the house Built on sin This is the house Nobody lives This is the house You get what you give I cut the flesh And make it bleed Fresh skin Is what I need I let it dry Out in the wood All your crying Did no good, yeah Now you're lying On the floor Yeah, you can't Take anymore The devil's laughing In your face Give me another taste, yeah 
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10-29-2007, 02:17 PM
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"Winterborn" by The Cruxshadows Dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride For heaven shall remember the silent and the brave And promise me they will never see, the fear within our eyes (my eyes are closed) We will give strength to those who still remain So bury fear, for fate draws near And hide the signs of pain With noble acts, the bravest souls Endure the heart's remains Discard regret, that in this debt A better world is made That children of a newer day might remember And avoid our fate (prepare for battle) And in the fury of this darkest hour We will be your light You've asked me for my sacrifice And I am Winterborn Without denying, a faith is come That I have never known I hear the angels call my name And I am Winterborn Hold your head up high-for there is no greater love Think of the faces of the people you defend (you defend) And promise me, they will never see the tears within our eyes (my eyes are closed) Although we are men, with mortal sins, angels never cry So bury fear, for fate draws near And hide the signs of pain With noble acts, the bravest souls Endure the heart's remains Discard regret, that in this debt A better world is made That children of a newer day might remember And avoid our fate (prepare for battle) And in the fury of this darkest hour We will be your light You've asked me for my sacrifice And I am Winterborn Without denying, a faith in God That I have never known I hear the angels call my name And I am Winterborn And in the fury of this darkest hour I will be your light A lifetime for this destiny For I am Winterborn And in this moment..I will not run It is my place to stand We few shall carry hope Within our bloodied hands (bloodied hands) Within this moment I am for you, though better men have failed I will give my life for love For I am Winter-born And in the fury of this darkest hour We will be the light You've asked me for my sacrifice And I am Winter born Without denying, a faith in man That I have never known I hear the angels call my name And I am Winterborn And in my dying I'm more alive, than I have ever been I will make this sacrifice For I am Winter-born
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11-04-2007, 10:07 AM
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BO FO SHO!
Bo Burnham Watch it here walkin my poodles, man it never gets old with my dogs on my leash i got bitches on the hold, a first aids kit? thats a rhesus monkey, i bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie! get more ass than a giant donkey stable, got more lines than whitney houston's coffee table, i get more head than grammar school lice, i'm like a walkin glacier i'm so decked out with ice. Did you poop a virgin? cause that shit is tight. jack ain't black, barry ain't white. i do drugs in the bedroom, lie on ur back cause i got the pipe and you got the crack. though i'm sexually straight, your bound to find, i'm mentally gay, cause i'll blow your mind. the parents be snickerin "he shouldnt have written it" but i'm constipated, couldnt give a shit. chorus: My name is bo fo sho, a born bostonian, aryan librarian at the WORDsmithsonian the rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity, i gave it this little part to give it continuity. the fellas say hey moron pass the gin cause i'm an OXYmoron breathing OXYgen give me the bottle, i'll chug two thirds cause you bitches know fractions speak louder than words and the ladies say hey fellas i'm keepin it tight and if you play ur cards right you can have me tonight should i blow you or beat you, brass or percussion? oh stop, PERIOD end of discussion chorus... walking through the garden with food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beat (beet). we're in the hood ill take what you give me was einstein's theory good...relatively a smart queen's kingdumb, it doesnt mix a litter of literates, a bunch of moby dicks "get thee to a punnery" o-just to-pheelia take you with a condomn "stainless-steal" ya. half a pound of turkey breast, half a pound of chicken tits, why are only crackers staying at the Ritz? poverty, racism, isn't it strange, that only the homeless are beggin for change? i shocked Sherlock What, son? (watson) (watt, son?) Rosa Parks didnt call "shotgun"! here's a bit of irony a Ford Focus driver has ADD How'd i come to master all these things? like a tampon theif, i had to pull some strings.
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11-11-2007, 10:01 AM
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"Breakfast After Ten"
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10 And I smell the coffee on your fingers I still smell the perfume in the bed The crushed linen roses on everything And you're still inside my head You gotta make her know how it feels to miss you Let her know you're swapping sides You're not the one with all the problems You're the one with all the pride So just pick your head up boy, and Walk away Walk the coolest walk that you know Cause in a month or two she'll call you You gotta hang up the phone I hope she knows I've got this memory That won't ever seem to break or bend A thick lock & sheet rock is on my windows in the kitchen I don't think I'll ever take em' down again And I've learned a lot from all these break ups and make ups And fuck ups and fake ups Things that I wish you could comprehend yeah, comprehend But for now I'll lace up these wingtip shoes, boys And I'll go have breakfast with my good friends You got to make her know how it feels to miss you You got to let her know you're swapping sides You're not the one with all the problems You're the one with all the pride You got to make her know how it feels to miss you Let her know you're swapping spit You're not the one with all the problems She's the one that's full of shit So just pick your head up, boys and Walk away Walk the coolest walk that you know In a month or two she'll call you You got to Hang up the phone..
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11-14-2007, 03:04 AM
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Blutengel - The Oxidising Angel
In this dark and rainy night He comes out of the shadows He wants to finish what he began A thousand years ago He starts the engine of his machine He puts her body on the table He looks into her broken eyes And he seals it with a kiss Where am I What's happening to me Everything's so cold Everything's so dark What is this pain I feel Why does it hurt Please no, let me die She's a creation made by evil hands She's slept in her grave for a thousand years But in this night of violent tears He brought her back to life again He created an angel just for himself He gave her beauty, he gave her life But she could not live without a soul So she faded away again He's so fascinated By her pale white skin He starts to kiss her body All over again They belong together That's what he has in mind She kills him with a kiss Forever joined in death
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12-28-2007, 09:38 AM
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Duality - Slipknot
I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus, it never ends it pushed it's way inside If the pain goes on Aaaaaaaah I have screamed until my veins collapsed I've waited as my time's elapsed Now all I do is live with so much fate I've wished for this I've bitched at that I've left behind this little fact You cannot kill what you did not create I've gotta say what I've gotta say And then I swear I'll go away But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise I guess I'll save the best for last My future seems like one big past You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache If the pain goes on I'm not gonna make it Put me back together or Seperate the skin from bone Leave me all the pieces, then you can leave me alone Tell me the reality is better than the dream But I found out the hard way Nothing is what it seems I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the thing I have to take Jesus it never ends it pushed it's way inside If the pain goes on I'm not gonna make it All I've got all I've got is insane All I've got all I've got is insane All I've got all I've got is insane All I've got all I've got is insane All I've got all I've got is insane All I've got all I've got is insane I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the thing I have to take Jesus, it never ends it works it's way inside If the pain goes on I'm not gonna make it
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I'd Rather Be Hated For Who I Am Than Loved For Who I'm Not
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12-28-2007, 04:00 PM
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"Blowin' In The Wind" - Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man ? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand ? Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned ? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. Yes, how many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea ? Yes, how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free ? Yes, how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesn't see ? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. Yes, how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky ? Yes, how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry ? Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died ? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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The Pevensey Bay Disaster Moriarty: My nerves are strained to breaking point. [twang] Moriarty: There goes one now! Ned's Atomic Dustbin Bloodnok: I bet you five pounds you'll live forever, starting now! [pause] Bloodnok: You've done it! You've lived forever! ~Spike Mulligan Last edited by Dark Inferno; 12-28-2007 at 04:01 PM. Reason: noticed a typos. hehe.
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