Favorite Lyrics..

[Circle V]

16 Shells from a Thirty-Ought Six
Tom Waits

I plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
And a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Ma, cook them feathers on a tire iron spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old French horn
Whoa, and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole ‘bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin’
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line
Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail
That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Whoa, I’m gonna whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin’
Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Tom Waits (1983): "I tried to get a 'chain gang work song'-feel holler. Get a low trombone to give a feeling of a freight train going by. It's Stephen Hodges on drums, Larry Taylor on acoustic bass, Fred Tackett on electric guitar, Victor Feldman on brake drum and bell plate and Joe Romano on trombone. So, I wanted to have that kind of a sledgehammer coming down on anvil. Originally I saw the story as a guy and a mule going off looking for this crow. He has a Washburn guitar strapped on the side of his mule and when he gets the crow he pulls the strings back and shoves this bird inside the guitar and then the strings make like a jail. Then he bangs on the strings and the bird goes out of his mind as he is riding off over the hill. So I tried to make the story a bit impressionistic but at the same time adding some very specific images in there. I worked a long time on this. The feel of it was really critical. I added snare and we pulled the snare off 'cause it made it shuffle too much. I liked the holes in it as much as I liked what was in them. It was a matter of trying to get that feeling of a train going. Originally I tried it just with organ and bass. Then I was afraid to add too much to it 'cause sometimes you get a feel that's appropiate. If you try to heap too much on it then it crumbles into the strain."

[DrenchedInGin]

The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn - The Pogues

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay


And also, because I can't resist...

Ghost of Stephen Foster – The Squirrel Nut Zippers

Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Rooms were made for carpets,
Towers made for spires,
Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them.

Gwine to run all night
Gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang
All the doo dah day no, no, no!

Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Ships were made for sinking,
Whiskey made for drinking,
If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk much faster!

Gwine to run all night
Gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang
All the doo dah day no, no, no!

Gwine to run all night
Gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang
All the doo dah day.

[Shi'ark]

Every artist is a cannibal,
Every poet is a thief,
All kill their inspiration,
And sing about their grief.


From U2- The Fly.
Not gothic but a good point was made.

[Blushing Heliophobe]

Hurt - Johnny Cash


I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[She_Is_My_Sin]

^ That song always makes me cry. Especially when I see the video.

Bird- Tristania

A friendly push
Off the cliff - is all I need
A sudden change
Or a smile
Could make me feel alive,
Anything to take the ignorance away

There is a hole in my chest
where my heart used to be
If you're looking for emptiness,
I'm what you need
Colder and darker and worse
Sometimes life's just a curse

My ashen face
My snow-white skin
Perfect Isolation
Time - slips
My asylum years
Will end in silence
Without tears

All illusions lost
All colours faded
A senseless pain
Transparent
Imperfection
Falling
Like a sparrow to the ground
Leave no trace of life

Music as my ship set sails
Through the window
From the street
Divine
Goodbye

Leave no marks
upon my skin
Dreamless sleep
The convent walls on fire
Goodbye

Dreams and betrayal - hand in hand
Falling apart in a drug wonderland
Unable to move and talk
Unable to care at all...

Somebody is knocking at my door
Somebody - I think I have seen before
I'm trembled and shaken and stirred
I wish I could be a bird

[maggot]

I don't really have favorite lyrics, I think it needs to be accompanied by a song. But if thought of as a poem, I would have to say Metal Machine Music by Die Krupps

METAL MACHINE MUSIC

forget what shame is
(what) fear remorse and pain is
we are relentless
anything for progress

an operation soulless
we're heartless and godless
(we're) synchronized and seamless
in worship of success

WHY DO WE ACT LIKE MACHINES?
METAL MACHINE MUSIC

forget...

united we're faceless
swalled by the masses
a mechanism flawless
infallible and lawless

an operation soulless
we're heartless and godless
we're synchronized and seamless
in warship of success

WHY DO WE ACT LIKE MACHINES?
METAL MACHINE MUSIC

fearless
tearless
heartless
for the sake of prowess

remorseless
painless
shameless
in return for success

Or Days of the Phoenix by AFI

I remember when, I was told a story of
Crushed velvet, candle wax and dried up flowers
The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses,
Calling… beckoning to sleep…. offering a dream.

The words were as mystical as
Purring animals

The circle of rage…
The ghosts on the stage appeared

Time was so tangible
I'll never let it go

Ghost stories handed down,
Reached secret tunnels below

No one could see me

I fell in to yesterday
Our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I fell into fantasy

The words were as mystical as
Purring animals

The circle of rage…
The ghosts on the stage appeared

Time was so tangible
I'll never let it go

Ghost stories handed down,
Reached secret tunnels below

No one could see me

I fell in to yesterday
Our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I fell into fantasy

The girl on the wall's always waiting for me
And she is always smiling
And the teenage death boys
And the teenage death girls…
And everyone was dancing
Nothing could touch us then,
No one could change us then,
Everyone was dancing
Nothing could hurt us then,
No one could see us then ,
And everyone was dancing
Everyone was dancing

No one could see me

I fell in to yesterday
Our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I fell into fantasy
Our dreams seemed not far away(x3)
I fell into fantasy

[grimreaper993]

The Only: Static X

I'm winning, You're losing.
I'm falling.
Your agony,
lower, than lower.
Before, your forgotten memory.
Heaven, Your Hell.
I'm killing your fantasy.
More, and more.
You follow, your deepest reality.

You're trying to take me, They're trying to make me.
This is the only, Give me the only thing.
Tired of trying, I'm tired of lying.
The only thing I understand is what I feel.

Identity, Fantasy, Heresy, Killing me.
Lower, than lower.
Before, this faintathy.
Hypocrite, Lunatic, Fanatic, Heretic.
More, and more.
You follow, your deepest reality.

You're trying to take me, They're trying to make me.
This is the only, Give me the only thing.
Tired of trying, I'm tired of lying.
The only thing I understand is what I feel.

Hypocrite, Lunatic, Fanatic, Heretic.
Hypocrite, Lunatic, Fanatic, Heretic.
Hypocrite, Lunatic, Fanatic, Heretic.
Hypocrite, Lunatic, Fanatic, Heretic.

You're trying to take me, They're trying to make me.
This is the only, Give me the only thing.
Tired of trying, I'm tired of lying.
The only thing I understand is what I feel.

You're trying to take me, They're trying to make me.
This is the only, Give me the only thing.
Tired of trying, I'm tired of lying.
The only thing I understand is what I feel.

[Beowulf]

Death

`Lack Of Comprehension`

A condeming fear strikes down
Things they cannot understand
An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within
Lies
Laying your guilt and pain
On people that had no part in the molding of a life
That creates its destruction
Lies
Right before your very eyes
A reflection of the mistakes
To the end you will deny
Your part in the demise of a life
Lack of comprehension
Thriving on your cliche
Compelled by self-resentment

(Solo: Schuldiner)

Reaching into the minds of those that created
The depression in which they
In which they drowned their flesh and blood
Lies
So easy to blame the
Everlasting fear on a pathetic attempt
To justify the ending of life
Lies
Right before your very eyes
A reflection of the mistakes
To the end you will deny
Your part in the demise of a life
Lack of comprehension
Thriving on your cliche
Compelled by self-resentment

[maggot]

Static X's singer has a really odd singing style.. Don't get me wrong, though. It's interesting to listen to.

Grim, I think that you'd like Powerman 5000.

[Beowulf]

Metallica

The Thing that Should Not Be

Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light

Hybred children watch the sea
Pray for Father, roaming free

fearless Wretch
insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
great Old One
forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising
immortal
in madness You dwell

Crawling Chaos, underground
cult has summoned, twisted sound

Out from ruins once possessed
fallen city, living death

fearless Wretch
insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
timeless sleep
has been upset
He awakens
Hunter of the Shadows is rising
immortal
in madness You dwell

Not dead which eternal lie
stranger eons Death may die

drain you of your sanity
face The Thing That Should Not Be

fearless Wretch
insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
great Old One
forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising
immortal
in madness You dwell.

[cannibalnuns]

Sick of it All - Step Down

In the underground, integrity lies within
in the underground, image doesn't mean a thing
when the substance lacks it's plain for all to see
if the deal is right then respect is where it should be.
For the fakes and frauds it's a fucking fashion show
total compromise will have them sell their soul.
all the negative all the useless influence
all the emptiness all the violent detriment
makes no sense...

Please have more to give than fashion and images
please have more to give than fashion and images
Caught up in a trap of media crap that's no way to live
Caught up in a trap of media crap so little to give
Caught up in a trap of media crap that's no way to live
Caught up in a trap of media crap so little to give

In the underground, integrity lies within
in the underground, image doesn't mean a thing
we can do away with this negativity
it's a golden day we can force them to step down

[Lackluster_Heavens]

The Spill Canvas - Self Conclusion...I know it's emo to the nth degree, but I really like the lyrics.


Fade in start the scene
Enter Beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world

Excuse me sir,
but I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
and I bet you're gonna say it's not right
My reply:
Excuse me miss,
but do you have the slightest clue
of exactly what you just said to me
and exactly who you're talking to?

She said, "I don't care you don't even know me"
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self conclusion in one simplified motion
you see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it
no matter how unbearable this misery gets

You make it sound so easy to be alive
but tell me how am i supposed seize this day
when everything inside me has died
My reply:
Trust me girl
I know your legs are pleading to leap
but i offer you this easy choice
instead of dying, living with me

She said, "Are you crazy? You dont even know me"
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon hopefully"
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self conclusion in one simplified motion
you see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it
no matter how unbearable this misery gets

I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough
and all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough
I could stand here all night trying to convince you
but what good would that do? My offer stands and you must choose

Alright you win but I only give you one night
to prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight
I swear to god if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
and you'll never see it coming
Settle precious, I know what you're going through
Just ten minutes before you got here I was gonna jump too

Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self conclusion in one simplified motion
you see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it
no matter how unbearable this misery gets

[She_Is_My_Sin]

Running Up That Hill-Kate Bush

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
It's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
So if I only could...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Oh tell me, we both matter, don't we?
It's you, it's you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
Say, if I only could, oh...

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh..."

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

If I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems...

[grimreaper993]

Originally Posted by maggot

Static X's singer has a really odd singing style.. Don't get me wrong, though. It's interesting to listen to.

Grim, I think that you'd like Powerman 5000.

Yeah, the way he sings is hard to duplicate, Especially in Dirthouse.
hrm, i'll have to look up Powerman 5000

[Lackluster_Heavens]

Hey, I'm back again, and this time I have two songs.
Both are by The Birthday Massacre. The First I love because I such positive emotions tied to it.

Tighten your tie boy
You’re something to die for
But don’t hold your breath now
You’re just killing time
Tonight you can dream boy
Imagine a whisper
If you can keep secrets
Then I’ll tell you mine.

Remember a promise you couldn’t hold on to
Though it brings me to tears now i need you to know
Look in my eyes boy
Nothing like yours now
It seems that a lifetime
Is passing us by.

So open your eyes...

This is forever but it won’t last long
This is a memory that fades away in neverending
In the death of all that’s long been said and done before,
We’ll wish that we were something more.

Stop wasting time boy
You’re late all your life boy
They won’t have the patience
For someone like you
Your memory’s fading
I’ll love you forever
I’ll try to remember
I’ll try to hold on

You’re standing alone boy
Waiting for dreams boy
Waiting for something
To make them come true
Don’t ever leave boy
I’d miss you too much boy
I’ll never forget you
As long as I’m here

The second one I love because I really like imagery in it.

The tragic comedy divine,
Paints the way to peace of mind.
Leaving shallow lovers far behind.
Past uncertainties combine.
Bringing tears to sleepless eyes.
Memory runs the course of time.
Blood runs cold beyond the violet prison, for violent visions.
And so the broken record plays, as you throw us away.

We're never enough,
We're drowning in cliches.
So desperate to love,
We're twisting every word they say.
So we sleep through the days.

Within the heat of passions war,
Lust is spilled upon the floor.
Staining red the wasted metaphor.
The selfish need for something more,
Claws in vain at closing doors.
Scarring faces once adored.
Tracing circles in the violet prison, for violet visions.
And so the broken record plays, as you throw us away.

[tenet_2012]

Burn One Down
Ben Harper


let us burn one
from end to end
and pass it over
to me my friend
burn it long, we'll burn it slow
to light me up before i go

if you don't like my fire
then don't come around
cause i'm gonna burn one down
yes i'm gonna burn one down

my choice is what i choose to do
and if i'm causing no harm
it shouldn't bother you
your choice is who you choose to be
and if your causin' no harm
then you're alright with me

if you don't like my fire
then don't come around
cause i'm gonna burn one down
yes i'm gonna burn one down

herb the gift from the earth
and what's from the earth
is of the greatest worth
so before you knock it try it first
you'll see it's a blessing
and not a curse

if you don't like my fire
then don't come around
cause i'm gonna burn one down
yes i'm gonna burn one down

[tenet_2012]

Come out, come out, no use in hiding.

Come out, come out, can you not see

There’s no place here, what were you expecting?

No room for both, just room for me.

So you will lay your arms down,

Yes, I will call this home.

Away, away, you have been banished.

Your land is gone, and given to me.

And here I will spread my wings.

Yes, I will call this home.

What’s this you say, you feel a right to remain?

Then stay and I will bury you.

What’s that you say, your father’s spirit still lives in this place?

Well, I will silence you.

Here’s the hitch, your horse is leaving.

Don’t miss your boat, it’s leaving now.

And as you go I will spread my wings.

Yes, I will call this home.

I have no time to justify to you,

Fool, you’re blind, move aside for me.

All I can say to you my new neighbor,

You must move on or I will bury you.

Now as I rest my feet by this fire

Those hands once warmed here, but I have retired them.

I can breathe my own air and I can sleep more soundly

Upon these poor souls,

I’ll build heaven and call it home.

Cause you’re all dead now.

I live with my justice

And I live with my greed in me

I live with no mercy

And I live with my frenzy feet

I live with my hatred

And I live with my jealousy

I live with the notion that I don’t need anyone but me

Don’t drink the water

Don’t drink the water

Blood in the water

Don’t drink the water

[Cicero]

Dec. 30, 1334 by Rozz Williams. More spoken word than a song.

By the time you hear this message, I'll be gone
Forced to this conclusion by the hands of time and a voice that whispers, "No other choice"
Sound of distant gunfire on the blue horizon
RISING SLOW DRIP SEX DRIVE PULSING CHOAS THROUGH DISCORDANT VEINS
Yes, I have passed away, passed on, passed falsely through those pearly gates
I was somehow taken by hand, unawares, and led to this fork in the road
Now I have arrived at a conjecture of parallel madness, a narrow pathway
divided by millions of fragented lives
lived as one. So you do not believe in love, yet it is love that has destroyed me
I lay my body down, spent shell, as proof
Place my coffin next to yours as if to say - "This is what I've always longed for"
Well it's been many years in calling, and by calling out the names, who did I wish to hear from?
Those who have stroked me? Fucked me? Disregard me - John or is it Judas?
Stuck like a knife in flesh resiliant and now they do not distract me
And one more thing before I go - I go without regret
Forget tomorrow's awakening, today has found its end

A moment of silence please, for those dead or dying
The world around us stands still, briefly, then BANG! BANG!
Shattered and back to the next rouine
Up ahead, on that hot, dusty road, take a look around you
Have you walked this road before? Buried loved ones here? (All are loved ones here)
Well, of all places, it was the last I had expected to find you crawling on
I held out my hand and it was not taken by the other's, but instead, kissed wetly
Left behind dripping venom and blue lust all mixed with blood
I've been told you make an incision then suck the poison out
But some of us, as you well know, dear brother, long for such childhood pleasures
And driven by some wild, inner beast, I mount my childhood steed
I race off, crazy, towards the pale horizon
A fiery haven that makes my body quake
And in my doing so, I leave behind another wounded soldier in the dust,
another mangled junk heap just like me
And pushing onward, pressing forward - suspicion rears its ugly head
And I suspect, in every manner, that we have met somewhere before
That in our various travels, we have passed each other several times
That you have, in many an instance, haunted me
Strode with me to the landscape of multiple shadows which marks our place amongst the dead
Yes there is a blinding image of you, doubled over, placed before me
And in your eyes I detect the same savage fears that I have battled all my life,
that I still struggle fiercely to escape
Yet escape I fail to do. And picking myself up off the floor, I admonish you never again to fall
Follow the leader to new terrains, terminate eternal backlash of the
grown up world, a world that neither you nor I belong to

I notice a small boy, shyly smiling next to mine - they spat and laughed
and fucked each other several times
I hold this vision in memoriam, my sweet shattered youth
I erect a temple in my blazing heart to house the treasures such as these
An abundance of star lit memories prove to be of comfort in my hours of need
And now I see that I have reached the pale horizon

You are beside me, all around me, but how I wish you were here
I miss you more than you may know
I love you like no other

In fond remembrance and deepest longing-
Your brother...

[corporalaccident]

All the world just stopped now
So you say you don’t wanna stay together anymore
Let me take a deep breath, babe
If you need me, me and Neil’ll be hangin’ out with the dream king

Neil says hi, by the way
I don’t believe you’re leaving 'cause
me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream
I think it’s that girl
and I think there’re pieces of me you’ve never seen,
maybe she’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen, well

All the world is
All I am
The black of the the blackest ocean
And that tear in your hand
All the world is danglin’ danglin’ danglin’ for me darlin
You don’t know the power that you have with that
Tear in your hand
That tear in your hand

Maybe I ain’t used to
Maybes smashing in a cold room
Cutting my hands up
Everytime I touch you

Maybe it’s time to wave goodbye now
Time to wave goodbye now

Caught a ride with the moon
I know I know you well
Well, better than I used to
Haze all clouded up my mind
In the daze of the why it could’ve never been
So you say and I say you know you’re full of wish
And your ’baby baby baby babies’
I tell you there’re peices of me you’ve never seen
Maybe she’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen well

All the world is
All I am
The black of the blackest ocean
And that tear in your hand
All the world is danglin’ danglin’ danglin’ for me darlin’
You don’t know the power that you have with that
Tear in your hand
That tear in your hand

[bunnicula]

Nevermind the Scenery by Deadboy and the Elephantmen

Nevermind this body, it's only dying
If they're smiling I must be crying
If you're awake I must be sleeping
Nevermind this body it's only breathing.

If they're alive, I must be dead
If they're alive, I must be dead

Nevermind this body it's only dying
If they're smiling I must be crying
If you're awake I must be dreaming
If they're laughing I must be weeping

If they're alive I must be dead.
If they're alive I must be dead.

Nevermind this body it's only dying.
If you're smiling I must be crying.
If you're awake I must be dreaming.
Nevermind the scenery it's only fleeting.

[end.of.eternity]

Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism

you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls

you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism

and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her

and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off

and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

[†Enchanted-Nightmares†]

Beautiful in the dress I laid out for you
Let your hair down the way you always used to
The tile’s cold,
The tap is dripping
As I go to rinse my hands of you,
And watch the pieces one by one wash away down the drain
I’ll fake this morning at your funeral
Dressed in black and trying not to laugh

Sleep tight my dear
This’ll be your last night here
Breathing among the living
I’ve got some plans for you
Sweet dreams my love
It’ll all be over soon
Were just waiting for the poison in your blood
To reach your heart

So cold and pale laid out before me
So weak and frail quiet as can be
Peacefully sleeping for all of eternity
No one will ever suspect me
Fingerprints and DNA won’t give me away
I’ll fake this morning at your funeral
Dressed in black and trying not to laugh

I brought your favorite flowers
Your mother said you would have loved them
I’ll read your favorite poem out loud
And I’ll break down,
I’ll break down
You said that I don’t feel
That’s why you could not live with me
I don’t feel the least bit sad right now,
How's that for irony?
I’ll fake this morning at your funeral
Dressed in black and trying not to laugh…
…I can’t help but laugh

[Beowulf]

The Mission `Tower of Strength`

You raise me up
When I'm on the floor
You see me through
When I'm lonely and scared
And I'm feeling true to the written word
And you're true to me
And still I need more
It would tear me apart
To feel no one ever cared
For me
For me
For me
You are a tower of strength to me

You stand firm and proud
When the wind blows in your face
And when the sun shines in your eyes
You just turn your head away
To me
To me
To me
You are a tower of strength to me

You rescue me
You are my faith
My hope
My liberty
And when there is darkness all around
You shine bright for me
You are the guiding light

To me
To me
To me
You are a tower of strength to me

You are all passion and heart
When I lay in your embrace
And heaven is in your kiss
Salvation lies just a touch away

To me
To me
To me
You are a tower of strength to me

[Star of Blight]

In this fading image
we'll carve our destiny
Sometimes life is a cruel friend
Sometimes that's what we need

I'll hold my eyes when the light comes in
I'll sell my silence for a song
Now I won't die if you walk away
But I may not live

Now I watch as the rain comes down
To purify this pain
When mountains crumble and stars collide
I am what remains

There are lessons that sadness can only teach
There are things that we must learn
Now I won't die if you walk away
But I may not live

Walk Away - Cruxshadows

[end.of.eternity]

Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there

Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer

I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal jesus

Reach out and touch faith