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No. Isn't it past your bitch time?
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never.
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Well, then, I guess you better know how to do the Pony. Like Bony Maroni.
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your bones will build my palace
your eyes will stud my crown for i am mars the god of war and i will cut you down |
Great Beatles song. Love it.
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Their best b-side ever
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Rarity.
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dedicated to gmku
life is full of holes johnnys just laying there in his sperm coffin angel looks down at him and says aw pretty boy can't you show me nothing but surrender? johnny gets up takes off his leather jacket taped to his chest theres the answer you got pen knives and jack knives and switchblades preferred then he cries then he screams saying life is full of pain i'm cruisin thru my brain and i fill my nose with snow and i go rimbaud go rimbaud and go johnny go |
this song is called
uh i don't know something like that 1 2 3 4 |
for notyourFIEND
Mommy, Can I Go Out And Kill Tonight? 1, 2, 3, 4 Singled out the kids who are mean to me Get straight A's but they still make fun I don't give a, I'll laugh last Stayed in every night Do my homework so I'll be smart Girls all say I'm a little fucked Mommy I'm a good boy Mommy I'm a fuckin' savior Mommy I'm alive Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight Rip the veins from human necks Until they're wet with life Razor-blades love teenage flesh An epidermoty I'll bring back a souvenir For it's my mommy's dream Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Killed a girl on lovers' lane I kept her toes and teeth Every night I stalk around until I find my keep I'll bring back a souvenir For it's my mommy's dream Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Killed a girl on lovers lane I kept her toes and teeth Every night I stalk around until I find my keep, mommy I'll bring back a souvenir For it's my mommy's dream Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight Kill tonight, kill tonight |
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Yes! Thank you. |
HEY HO, LET'S GO!
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Brainchild
Always alone when yr down Let this dying earth push you around, child follow the sound Brainchild Ride yr own wave into town Blurring concrete collapses around you Always around No more running from the very thing you set to explore Ceiling's kind of silly upside from the floor lost your mind child Brainchild Looks like yr over yr head Better get right or get dead, child Get out of your bed No more running from the very thing you set to explore Ceiling's kind of silly upside down from the floor Lost your Mind child Wait It didn't matter anyway If you got something to say If yr feeling right okay If you got something Brainchild Always alone when yr down Always alone when yr down Always around You're always around |
For Satanic Lilly, Land
Horses Land of a Thousand Dances La Mer (de) The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?” Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Baby calm down, better calm down, In the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea the sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (the spoon) And let it deep in (the veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ... Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I I that's how I that's how I I died (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (they knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the sands like fingers, like arteries, like fingers (how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes) He opened his throat (your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, (His fingers) Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly, And so he seized the first (his vocal chords shot up) (possibility) (like mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (there is nothing happening at all) and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter In the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song |
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I forgot to say, these are mine, and are for anyone they connect to. |
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through. I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin. I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool. An Eskimo showed me a movie he'd recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm. |
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I am connected. Quite nice I must say. |
"i fucking hate you, stay the fuck away from me"
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Rowboat
Row me to the shore She don't Wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole In the bottom of my soul She don't Wanna be my friend no more Pick me up Give me some food to eat In your truck Goin' no place I'll be home Talkin' to nobody You'll be strange You'll be far away Big fat moon And my body's out of tune With the burnin' waves She's a billion years away Dogfood on the floor And I've been like this before She is all And everything else is small Pick me up Give me some alcohol In your truck Playin' the radio I'll be home With the gasoline You'll be stoned You'll be far away Rowboat Row me to the shore She don't Wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole In the bottom of my soul She is all And everything else is small |
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I am like Jack, I am from southern land
I'm holding your happiness in my hand the sun behind me is a sexual red and all your bounty-hunting ghosts are dead I am like Jack and I tell you this I will be your lover and exorcist In the stillness of the mosquito sunset you will make love to me to your very best |
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Fun
hey baby we like your lips Fun hey baby we like your pants all aboard for funtime Fun Hey, I feel lucky tonight Fun I'm gonna get stoned and run around All aboard for funtime |
one baby to another says i'm lucky to have met you
i don't care what you think unless it is about me it is now my duty to completely drain you i travel through a tube and end up in your infection chew your meat for you pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss from my mouth to yours i like you with eyes so dilated i've become your pupil you taught me everything without a poison apple the water is so yellow i'm a healthy student indebted and so grateful vacuum out the fluids chew your meat for you pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss from my mouth to yours sloppy lips to lips you're my vitamins i like you |
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You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Satan again. |
I miss your kissing and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me |
some velvet morning when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up yr gate and maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra and how she gave me life and how she made it in some velvet morning when I'mmm straaaaaaight flowers growing on the hill dragonflies and daffodils learn from us very much look at us but do not touch Phaedra is my name some velvet morning when I'm straight I'm gonna open up yr gate and maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra and how she gave me life and how she made it in some velvet morning when I'mmm straaaaaaight flowers are the things we know secrets are the things we grow learn from us very much look at us but do not touch Phaedra is my name some velvet morning when I'm straight flowers growing on the hill I'm gonna open up yr gate dragonflies and daffodils and maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra learn from us very much and how she gave me life look at us but do not touch and how she made it in Phaedra is my name |
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when you fall in love with me we can dig a hole by the willow tree then i will fuck you 'til you die bury you, and kiss this town goodbye! it'll be unhappy, it will be sad but it would be understood that i am baaad so don't you go 'n' lie to me cause every day is judgement day with me hey hey, hey hey |
Andy would bicycle across town in the rain to bring you
Candy and John would buy the gown for you to wear to the Prom with Tom the astronomer who'd name a star for you But I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side Cause I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride Harry is the one I think you'll marry but it's Chris That you kissed after school I'm a fool, there's no doubt But when the sun comes out and only when the sun Comes out... The day is beautiful and so are you My car is ugly but then I'm ugly too I know you'd Never give me a second glance but when the weather's Nice all the other guys don't stand a chance I know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman But when the wind is in your hair you laugh like a little girl So you share secrets with Lou but we've got secrets too Well, one: I only keep this heap for you Cause I'm the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side But I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride Want to go for a ride? |
You can spend your time alone
Redigesting past regrets, Oh Or you can, come to terms and realize You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, Oh Makes much more sense to live in the present tense |
Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now Stephanie says when answering the phone What country shall I say is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind It's all in her mind Stephanie says that she wants to know Why it is though she's the door She can't be the room Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone What sea shell she is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die, the people all cal her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind It's all in her mind She asks you is it good or bad It's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska |
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Sonic Youth 37 again.
(lyrics from a very very obscure song by an eighties electro band from luxembourg, obvz.) |
In all honesty, I can barely listen to that song because of the fucked-up relationship between the person who introduced my to the VU (whose name is indeed Stephanie) and myself.
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the world's a mess it's in my kiss
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Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart. For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart. I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation. I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen. I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would, and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could. Everyone's caught on to everything you do Everyone's caught on to. As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked. Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head. I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed." So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die. Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself. They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell. Everyone's caught on to everything you do Everyone's caught on to And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.) Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again) So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. And is that what you call tact? You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let's end this call, and end this conversation. and is that what you call a getaway? well tell me what you got away with. cause you left the frays from the ties you severed when you say best friends means friends forever So, is that what you call a getaway? Well tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. Everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again) Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again) And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again) Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again) |
No, it's not what we meant to say.
We don’t really love each other. What happens when the summer’s over? How long before distance becomes a chore? I'm approaching with great, great trepidation. I hope you’ll understand. Before you speak think about what you're trying to say. Who else is there to blame for miscommunication? You're getting caught up in the excitement. You making promises you can’t keep. You need to leave all your options open. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control of the situation. Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy. Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep. We took some pills to calm us down. Then we needed help to come back up. Just trying to stay in control of the situation. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control of the situation. They fall apart so easily. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control. You have to fight to stay in control. No, you don’t have to fight to stay in control of the situation. |
Josh, I wish I could fucking rep you. I love Brand New
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Haven't you posted the lyrics to that over 9000 times already?
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DGAF. It's my favorite song.
Here, I'll post some different ones for a change. Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations. Constant war for constant soldiers. What are we gonna do now? De-escalation, through military force. Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea? Condoleeza. Democratic election under Marshall law. An Iraqi president out of control of our choices. After all this death and destruction Do you really think your actions advocate freedom? The presidents giving a speech in Georgetown To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader, Do you understand what the martyrs stood for? Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? |
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