favorite closing/opening lines

schizophrenicroom · 03.16.2007, 08:58 AM

what are yours?

100,000 fireflies by the magnetic fields does it for me with:

"i have a mandolin/i play it all night long/it makes me want to kill myself" and
"why do we keep shrieking/when we mean soft things/we should be whispering all the time".

king_buzzo · 03.16.2007, 09:00 AM

we had this thread.

schizophrenicroom · 03.16.2007, 09:32 AM

we did? i missed it.

Florya · 03.16.2007, 09:40 AM

Kick Out The Jams Muthafuckas!!!

sonicl · 03.16.2007, 09:46 AM

Daddy?

Yes, son?

Whatwhatwhat does regret mean?

Well son, the funny thing about regret is, it's better to regret something that you have done than it is to regret something you haven't done. And by the way, when you see your mom, would you be sure to tell her...

SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!

^
EDIT - I love that font! I want that font used on my tombstone!

jon boy · 03.16.2007, 09:51 AM

^^^ yes thats amazing!

also:

in 1984 i was hospitalised for approaching perfection.

king_buzzo · 03.16.2007, 10:59 AM

seven!

Danny Himself · 03.16.2007, 10:59 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Florya

Kick Out The Jams Muthafuckas!!!

Dum dud da dummmmmm, Dum dud da dummmmm!

nicfit · 03.16.2007, 11:07 AM

that whistle + bass riff on beck's sissyneck

fishmonkey · 03.16.2007, 11:57 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by sonicl

Daddy?

Yes, son?

Whatwhatwhat does regret mean?

Well son, the funny thing about regret is, it's better to regret something that you have done than it is to regret something you haven't done. And by the way, when you see your mom, would you be sure to tell her...

SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!

^
EDIT - I love that font! I want that font used on my tombstone!

yeah, i love that line.

!@#$%! · 03.16.2007, 12:08 PM

I haven't fucked much with the past,
but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.

I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God

i wanted to put just the first and last line but then i couldn't help myself, and why should i?

03.16.2007, 08:58 AM	#1
schizophrenicroom invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: behind you Posts: 10,807	what are yours? 100,000 fireflies by the magnetic fields does it for me with: "i have a mandolin/i play it all night long/it makes me want to kill myself" and "why do we keep shrieking/when we mean soft things/we should be whispering all the time". __________________ fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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03.16.2007, 09:00 AM	#2
king_buzzo invito al cielo Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 11,110	we had this thread.
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03.16.2007, 09:32 AM	#3
schizophrenicroom invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: behind you Posts: 10,807	we did? i missed it. __________________ fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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03.16.2007, 09:40 AM	#4
Florya expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: a little world, all of my own. Posts: 1,668	Kick Out The Jams Muthafuckas!!! __________________ it takes an old guy like bloodbeach'85 to get anything right - atari 2600 listening mirror @ Soundcloud http://soundcloud.com/listening-mirror
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03.16.2007, 09:46 AM	#5
sonicl invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 9,527	Daddy? Yes, son? Whatwhatwhat does regret mean? Well son, the funny thing about regret is, it's better to regret something that you have done than it is to regret something you haven't done. And by the way, when you see your mom, would you be sure to tell her... SATAN! SATAN! SATAN! ^ EDIT - I love that font! I want that font used on my tombstone!
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03.16.2007, 09:51 AM	#6
jon boy invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: psycho battery Posts: 12,161	^^^ yes thats amazing! also: in 1984 i was hospitalised for approaching perfection. __________________ Sarcasm[A] is stating the opposite of an intended meaning especially in order to sneeringly, slyly, jest or mock a person, situation or thing \|@ <------- Euphoric brain cell just moments before expiration V _ \ / _ PING <-------- moments later / \ http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhxq...isruo1_500.gif
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03.16.2007, 10:59 AM	#7
king_buzzo invito al cielo Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 11,110	seven!
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03.16.2007, 11:07 AM	#9
nicfit invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: banana boat Posts: 15,570	that whistle + bass riff on beck's sissyneck __________________ 11:11 11-11-11 I Ascended.
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03.16.2007, 12:08 PM	#11
!@#$%! invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: mars attacks Posts: 42,460	I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God i wanted to put just the first and last line but then i couldn't help myself, and why should i?
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