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Listening to Splashdown - "All Things"
Every thief knows to stash his earnings. Convenience is honey where flies in their pleasures drown. Into the end, but not like this... Pleasure's overrated anyhow. Shame about that band. Fucking record companies. |
The Spits- Bring
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T.S.O.L.-Change Today(a must have!)
Red Shadows Something has changed today everything is outta place you said you had to go cause you saw the red shadow |
Granny-double heee!!!!!!!
.bp.-copycat, you! In case you weren't aware, there IS more than one song that they've done! The Good Times Are Killing Me-Modest Mouse "The good times are killing me... Here we go! Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say? Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent. The good times are killing me. Kick butt, buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said. The good times are killing me. Jaws clenching tight, we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say? The good times are killing me. Fed up with all that LSD. Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. Late nights with warm, warm whiskey. I guess the good times they were all just killing me. Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. The good times are killing me. Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug. The good times are killing me. Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent. The good times are killing me. Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead. The good times are killing me. Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me." |
Been listenning to all sorts today but right now I've got Zak Wylde's Black Label Society playing... :twisted:
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"Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck"-Blood Brothers
"those tire tracks zigzag your torso like the devil's self-portrait Th car accident The skin graft treatment The flower baskets The wincing relatives (You bid her farwell then you got in you car And that's the last thing that you can recall) And when they pulled you out You didn't know your name Exploding semi-truck It blurred your face in flame (You met Jane four years ago today Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party) Her newspaper gown Glowing headlight brown Her violent gypsy dance Her tired underpants Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Rhymes with pity now Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Rhymes with sympathy now Jane let you touch her and feel her And she was so free like a pineapple in a tree You said it's dangerous to be so intimate You said it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous... Jane said when she laid on her back, And the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape... But some things never get better Like used cars and bad livers So you traded her in For a better looking brand One with fake porno tits A pad lock on her lips A disposable tan And biodegradable hands And back at the hospital, You've got no visitors at all She visits you in your sleep But that newspaper gown is always on fire She met him a week after you left her When you tossed her touch to the garbage collector He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment And they did all the things you never said you wanted And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold Yesterday you gave your burden a name Yesterday you gave your burden a face But your burden, It looks a lot like her Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Love rhymes with pity now Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Love rhymes with sympathy now Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love..." Believe it or not, this is actually a "pop" song |
"Teen Heat"-Blood Brothers
"I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse. C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva. Prommageddon pit, smash hit! Prommageddon, chart topper! Your song is gold like the color of piss! Your song is gold like the color of piss! The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh) with singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh) He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar to polish into a superstar, finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love, and turns it into a commercial. Prommageddon pit, smash hit! Prommageddon, chart topper! Your song is gold like the color of piss! Your song is gold like the color of piss! He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs, he mingles with the band, his mustache made of vines. A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!) Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!) A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!) A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? We need it! And when he steals your teen heat it sounds a lot like... (eeh, eh, ah, ooh, aah, eeh, eh, ah, ooh, aah...) So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit because the kids are spoiled rich and they don't know shit from shit." |
snow patrol - run
it's not gothic or whatever, but I like that song. I think I like most songs om their Final Straw album. run I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all i've done. And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I know we'll make it anywhere Anywhere from here Light up, Light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder, louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say To think I might not see those eyes It makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbyes I nearly do. Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder, louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say Slower, slower We don't have time for that All I want is to find an easier way To get out of our little heads Have heart my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just for a few days Making up for all this mess. Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear |
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Besides, I can only download like three of their songs or so. You have their CDs, you should be listening to something different. :P Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting |
A3--Mao Tse-Tung
Love is the only weapon? Shit! Bullshit! |
Ever Dream - Nightwish
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.bp.-but you wouldn't have even heard of the Spits if I hadn't pointed them out to you. So in fact, YOU are copying ME! :P
listening to "Wake Up!" by Les Savy Fav "This house is and ancient tomb Be warned, be warned, be warned. Born in 1974 With the blood stains on the door. This house is a monument You see, you see, you see. Erect in 1983 In memory of what you’ve done to me. This house is a freight train And it’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine. Back in 1989 They found my body on the Morris–Essex line. A cord, accord, A car, a call The hospital said it would gladly repay it all. I’m born, I’m bored, I’m not at all. This body Needs an overhaul. The blast from the cannon Was more than they could take. Ever since that summer They’ve been something of a flake. We pray for them at dinner, We pray for them at dawn, We pray that when they grow up That they’ll be dead and gone We pray that they will pass us by But they keep coming on. A cord, accord, A car, a call The hospital said it would gladly repay it all. I’m born, I’m bored, I’m not at all. This body Needs an overhaul. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up I’m coming over. Watch the way the milk has curdled in the cradle. There’s a rattle underneath the kitchen table. Were ignoring it as best as we are able. But the air in there is static and unstable. Theres a rapping at the door." |
Dark Tranquillity - Punish My Heaven from "The Gallery" album....mind bending riffage...
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right now: screaming.
lots of incomprehensible screaming. later i'll probably listen to one of a few cd's i compiled. |
Some weird shit they are playing here in this internet cafe.
And it is really gettin on my nerves. Maybe i should start biting people. LOL :lol: |
what should be the album of the year...Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' Abattoir Blues & The Lyre of Orpheus
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Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio - Entering the masturbatory
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This moment is Lacrimosa-copycat.
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Loy,
yeah, but you wouldn't be listening to that very song recently (or posting those very same lyrics) unless I brang up it's awesomeness in a message to you first. ...unless, of course, you believe in fate and serendipity and all that mumbo jumbo. :D Beck - Nobody's Fault But My Own |
the creaking sound of my sanity splitting..soon to fall away completely, brought on by a four year old boy and a two year old boy running up and down the house with brand new beeping buzzing bouncing christmas presents whilst their parents are at work.
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g n'r - "november rain"
later.....maybe trace adkins - "there's a girl in texas" yeah, yeah, yeah.....shut it. |
OTFW...you've inspired me...
"Civil War" by Loy's favorite band....G.'n R. |
rammstein - sonne
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Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor (The Moonlight Sonata), Op.27/2: Adagio Sostenuto . |
Cradle of Filth. 'Gilded Cunt' from Nymphetamine
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The Cure - boys dont cry 12/10
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Interpol - Obstacle 1
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Opeth - To Bid You Farewell
(on repeat for the last hour and a half, its one of those kind of nights) |
Fad Gadget - Saturday Night Special
Every man should have the right to own a gun Every man should have the right to shoot someone Film stars and farmers still forcing opinions Like TV politicians playing cowboys and indians Uncle Sam sleeps with his horse, keeps his brain in his hat With his trigger-happy patter, he'll rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat Ride into the sun - the damage is done Every man should have the right to take a wife Every man should have someone to share his life Keep her at home with the kids and the cooking So wholesome and clean when the neighbours are looking She's mother and angel and courtezan too Always hot in the bedroom, she's dressed just for you Ride into the sun - the damage is done Every man should have the right to raise a son Every man should have the right to choose his young A son is a credit to the family name But a daughter can only bring worry and shame You can solve all your problems with a small operation Protecting your manhood by swift termination Ride into the sun - the damage is done |
Coldplay - Spies
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10,000 Homo Dj's- Supernaut (what an awseome cover)
before that i broke out ; Pailhead- Trait |
Now?... Lucifers Flowers.... My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult....
Later?.... Rock is Dead...... Marilyn Manson..... (why am I listening to Manson?!?) After?..... The Uranium 235 remix of you spin me round... (they also throw snippets of Tainted love in there)..... |
"Team America: World Police"...
Joe: "Please... Mr. Sheen, Mr. Robbins, you don't understand what Kim Jong Il is doing." Martin Sheen: "Shut up! We have explicit instructions to watch you." Tim Robbins: "Yeah, we're supposed to be gawrds..." Martin Sheen: "We're gawrds." Tim Robbins: "We're gawrds, huh? We're gawwwrds." Martin Sheen: "We're gawwwrds." |
Dead Kennedys- Fresh Fruit for Rottin Vegetables
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Return (Coming Home) by The Cruxshadows
Hey You by Pink Floyd Wheee. |
Siouxsie & the Banshees - Israel
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The Pixies - where is my mind?
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Porcelain- Red Hot Cllie Peppers
I like this song, even if I don't like many of their other songs, they're still pretty cool artists. |
Bauhaus - Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?
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nick cave and the bad seeds - "people ain't no good"
.................... It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when you're ill of health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit People just ain't no good ..................... |
Night Falls by Cinema Strange
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Carmina... The Industrial Remix....
Later..... Assemblage 23....... Ground..... |
Wish [Komm Zu Mir] - Franka Potente
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Drunken Lullabies, by flogging molly
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People With Dirty Faces by the Sex Gang Children
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puscifer: rev:22:20 featuring maynard of tool
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