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    I know that one...well, heard it. I'll get into NIN sooner or later I think...

    I strangely can't think of any lyrics to post at the moment...I'll be back.
    dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
    keep me alive and give me something to lose

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    The new NIN CD is going to be just Trent on the instruments, plus Dave Grohl (from the Foo Fighters and Nirvana) on Drums. Who would have ever paired those two up? I think it'll be great. I read an interview where Trent said Dave added so much, and it's better than he thought it would be. It's about darn time for a new album!

    (Oh, indulge me. I have no one else to tell.)
    If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
    You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!

    ~The Dresden Dolls

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    Cool Blink 182, "Stay Together For The Kids"

    It's hard to wake up,
    When the shades have been pulled shut.
    This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.
    I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away.
    If this stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day.

    So here's your holiday
    Hope you enjoy it this time.
    You gave it all away.
    It was mine.
    So when you're dead and gone,
    Will you remember this night?
    Twenty years now lost.
    It's not right.

    Their anger hurts my ears.
    Been running strong for seven years.
    Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them.
    It makes no sense at all.
    I see them every day.
    We get along so why can't they?
    If this is what he wants, and it's what she wants,
    Then why is there so much pain?

    So here's your holiday
    Hope you enjoy it this time.
    You gave it all away.
    It was mine.
    So when you're dead and gone,
    Will you remember this night?
    Twenty years now lost.
    It's not right.

    So here's your holiday
    Hope you enjoy it this time.
    You gave it all away.
    It was mine.
    So when your dead and gone,
    Will you remember this night?
    Twenty years now lost.
    It's not right.

    Its not right (x3)

    pura vida, the life of the Ninja!
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    Some more Smiths... I love their lyrics.

    Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want

    Good times for a change
    See, the luck I've had
    Can make a good man
    Turn bad
    So please please please
    Let me, let me, let me
    Let me get what I want
    This time
    Haven't had a dream in a long time
    See, the life I've had
    Can make a good man bad
    So for once in my life
    Let me get what I want
    Lord knows, it would be the first time
    Lord knows, it would be the first time

    ----------------------------------
    Ask

    Shyness is nice, and
    Shyness can stop you
    From doing all the things in life
    You'd like to
    Shyness is nice, and
    Shyness can stop you
    From doing all the things in life
    You'd like to

    So, if there's something you'd like to try
    If there's something you'd like to try
    Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I?

    Coyness is nice, and
    Coyness can stop you
    From saying all the things in
    Life you'd like to

    So, if there's something you'd like to try
    If there's something you'd like to try
    Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I ?

    Spending warm Summer days indoors
    Writing frightening verse
    To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

    Because if it's not Love
    Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond, the Bond, the Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond
    That will bring us together

    Nature is a language - can't you read?
    Nature is a language - can't you read?

    SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

    Because if it's not Love
    Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond,
    That will bring us together

    If it's not Love
    Then it's the Bond
    Then it's the Bond
    That will bring us together

    SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME


    (well ok the last part is not great)
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    and...

    There Is A Light That Never Goes Out


    Take me out tonight
    Where there's music and there's people
    who are young and alive,
    Driving in your car
    I never never want to go home
    Because I haven't got one, anymore

    Take me out tonight
    Because I want to see people and I want to see light,
    Driving in your car
    Oh please don't drop me home
    Because It's not my home, It's their home
    And I'm welcome no more

    And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
    To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
    And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
    To die by your side
    Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

    Take me out tonight
    Oh take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
    And in the darkened underpass I thought oh God,
    my chance has come at last
    But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask

    Take me out tonight
    Take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
    Just driving in your car
    I never never want to go home
    Because I haven't got one, Oh Lord
    No I haven't got one.

    And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
    To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
    And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
    To die by your side
    Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

    There is a light that never goes out...
    dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
    keep me alive and give me something to lose

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    Yes..the Smiths rule..

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    Makeshift patriot,
    the flag shop is out of stock,
    I hang myself at half mast.
    (3x)

    It's the makeshift,
    The patriot,
    the flag shop is out of stock,
    I hang myself for your live telecast.

    Coming live from my own theater room,
    Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
    Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline.
    It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other
    sentence.
    My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures.
    Don't give me that ethical ****.
    I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable
    american kids,
    and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
    That's exsactly how they attacked,
    with a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
    Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse
    into our buildings.
    Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
    Pregnant women could have protected their children;
    wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
    I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
    wondering if after it settles,
    we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
    The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it
    boils over,
    but only on our own soil,
    so the little boy holds a toy soldier,
    and waits for the suit and tie to come home.
    We're going to wait until he's older, though,
    before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
    I'll get a close-up of his head.

    Makeshift patriot,
    the flag shop is out of stock,
    I hang myself at half mast.
    (3x)

    It's the makeshift,
    The patriot,
    the flag shop is out of stock,
    I hang myself while the stock markets crash.

    The city is covered in inches of mud.
    I see some other pictures of victims erupt.
    Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,
    leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding
    hands,
    to escape the brutal heat;
    sometimes in groups of three.
    The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would
    like to breath,
    but all they say when all was said,
    beyond the talking heads,
    was the bloody dust with legs,
    looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
    All the hospitals overwhelmed,
    volluntiers need to go the hell home.
    Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell
    phones.
    Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death
    toll?
    Someone we rally behind.
    He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.
    We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath
    control.
    The less we know, the more they fabricate,
    the easier it is to sell a soul.

    (Man talking)
    There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies
    last.
    Changes need to be made;
    no more curbside baggage,
    seven pm curfew,
    racial profiling will continue with less *****ing.
    We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant
    scripture to quote,
    remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much
    wealthier.
    So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

    We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on
    TV.
    Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
    The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,
    'cause lots of things seem too sick.
    I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.
    I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at,
    which foot is right to kiss.
    We don't really know who the culprit is yet,
    but he looks like this.
    We know who the heroes are,
    they're not the xenophobes who act hard.
    We taught the dog to squat,
    how dare he do that **** in our own back yard.
    They happen to scar our financial state,
    and char our landscape.
    Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn
    tape?
    While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,

    on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop
    to provoke US angst.
    So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a
    family huddle,
    'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,
    humanity struggles.
    There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the
    rubble;
    some of them dug for answers in the mess,
    but the rest were looking for trouble.

    Makeshift patriot,
    the flag shop is out of stock,
    I hang myself at half mast.
    (3x)

    It's the makeshift,
    The patriot,
    the flag shop is out of stock,
    I hang myself.
    Don't waive your rights with your flags.

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    I think that this song could be called neither pop nor rock, but it's authors are alive and musically active so I'll post it anyway:

    Answer is the root of every question
    (T.Urb, T.Urb)

    Sometimes the world starts looking wrong
    friends don't get along,
    lovers lose each other.
    Kingdoms and companies would fall.
    You'd think that this is all,
    and everything's a bother

    Answer is the root of every question,
    if you want to find the truth,
    go from the blossoms to the seeds.
    And then you wrap yourself into silence
    and walk across the wind to find the door.
    Looking through the keyhole
    and what you see is not the world you saw before.
    It's changing.

    Sometimes if fly intends to fall,
    you lose the way at all
    to find you're in confusion.
    Maybe that comes from being too small
    you've gained and then it's all,
    the end of all dellusions.

    Answer is the root of every question,
    if you want to find the truth,
    go from the blossoms to the seeds.
    And then you wrap yourself into silence
    and walk across the wind to find the door.
    Looking through the keyhole
    and what it sees is not the you you knew before.
    You're changing
    Changing.
    If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.

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    Doesn't really work half as well on the page as in speakers, but what the heck...

    They're selling postcards of the hanging
    They're painting the passports brown
    The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
    The circus is in town
    Here comes the blind commissioner
    They've got him in a trance
    One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
    The other is in his pants
    And the riot squad they're restless
    They need somewhere to go
    As Lady and I look out tonight
    From Desolation Row

    Cinderella, she seems so easy
    "It takes one to know one," she smiles
    And puts her hands in her back pockets
    Bette Davis style
    And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
    "You Belong to Me I Believe"
    And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
    You better leave"
    And the only sound that's left
    After the ambulances go
    Is Cinderella sweeping up
    On Desolation Row

    Now the moon is almost hidden
    The stars are beginning to hide
    The fortunetelling lady
    Has even taken all her things inside
    All except for Cain and Abel
    And the hunchback of Notre Dame
    Everybody is making love
    Or else expecting rain
    And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
    He's getting ready for the show
    He's going to the carnival tonight
    On Desolation Row

    Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
    For her I feel so afraid
    On her twenty-second birthday
    She already is an old maid
    To her, death is quite romantic
    She wears an iron vest
    Her profession's her religion
    Her sin is her lifelessness
    And though her eyes are fixed upon
    Noah's great rainbow
    She spends her time peeking
    Into Desolation Row

    Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
    With his memories in a trunk
    Passed this way an hour ago
    With his friend, a jealous monk
    He looked so immaculately frightful
    As he bummed a cigarette
    Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
    And reciting the alphabet
    Now you would not think to look at him
    But he was famous long ago
    For playing the electric violin
    On Desolation Row

    Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
    Inside of a leather cup
    But all his sexless patients
    They're trying to blow it up
    Now his nurse, some local loser
    She's in charge of the cyanide hole
    And she also keeps the cards that read
    "Have Mercy on His Soul"
    They all play on penny whistles
    You can hear them blow
    If you lean your head out far enough
    From Desolation Row

    Across the street they've nailed the curtains
    They're getting ready for the feast
    The Phantom of the Opera
    In a perfect image of a priest
    They're spoonfeeding Casanova
    To get him to feel more assured
    Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
    After poisoning him with words
    And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
    "Get outta here if you don't know:
    Casanova is just being punished for going
    To Desolation Row"

    Now at midnight all the agents
    And the superhuman crew
    Come out and round up everyone
    That knows more than they do
    Then they bring them to the factory
    Where the heart-attack machine
    Is strapped across their shoulders
    And then the kerosene
    Is brought down from the castles
    By insurance men who go
    Check to see that nobody is escaping
    To Desolation Row

    Praise be to Nero's Neptune
    The Titanic sails at dawn
    And everybody's shouting
    "Which side are YOU on?!?"
    And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
    Fighting in the captain's tower
    While calypso singers laugh at them
    And fishermen hold flowers
    Between the windows of the sea
    Where lovely mermaids flow
    And nobody has to think too much
    About Desolation Row

    Yes, I received your letter yesterday
    About the time the door knob broke
    When you asked how I was doing -
    Was that some kind of joke?!?
    All these people that you mention,
    Yes, I know them - they're quite lame
    I had to rearrange their faces
    And give them all another name
    Right now I can't read too good
    So don't send me no more letters no
    Not unless you mail them
    From Desolation Row

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    Question "The light will stay on?"

    I read an excerpt of the lyrics from a book. It was translated but I loved it.
    Can anyone post the lyrics of the song. The author is Chris Eckman.
    If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.

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    I think this is it:

    The Walkabouts
    The light will stay on

    I go to sleep, before
    the devil wakes
    and I wake up, before
    the angels take

    all my worldly desires
    all my yardsticks of fear

    all my secrets untold
    all my motives unclear

    hangin' down in the fire
    burnin' them higher
    won't take them away from here

    and long after we're gone
    the light will stay on

    and long after we're gone
    the light will stay on

    watched the city ... city of crows
    watched them fly, watched
    'em all flyin' low

    out above the flood plain
    just above the dirt road
    they were hungry as winter,
    hungry as us
    not afraid to be flyin', not
    afraid to be lost

    and long after we're gone
    the light will stay on

    and long after we're gone
    the light will stay on

    and if you bury me, add
    three feet to it
    one for your sorrow, two
    for your sweat
    three for the strange
    things we never forget

    and long after we're gone
    the light will stay on

    and long after we're gone
    the light will stay on

    and long after we're safe
    the lights will not fade

    and long after we're safe
    the lights will not fade
    Ningún hombre llega a ser lo que es por lo que escribe, sino por lo que lee.
    - Jorge Luis Borges

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    I like this one NO use for a name - let me down

    She's never alone
    Because she's scared of what she might say to herself
    Always drinking in the backroom of the bar
    Where everyone turns in
    A half-hearted grin

    She wont be afraid
    As long as that prescription keeps on going through
    And all the happy pills make her look like
    A cardboard cut out of someone
    I used to learn from

    But on the phone
    She's telling everyone
    That there was a blue sky she left behind
    And there's a place
    That no one knows about
    Away from integrity
    She writes a book in her head that nobody will read

    Whatever you say
    Please don't talk about the time when she was young
    Apparently that was a different person and
    So long ago it's strange to me
    There's no history

    But there's a past
    And she's telling everyone
    It must be a garden that wouldn't grow
    With roots of shame
    Too sensitive to blame
    Herself as we watch her drown
    I can't save the queen without a kingdom or a crown

    Somewhere in this lonely game of sypmathy
    There is a selfish dream
    That makes me sick
    Standing on the high-wire while you're on the ground
    To you what is dangerous
    Ts safe and sound

    You let me down

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    written by Jeff Hanneman / Kerry King; performed by Slayer

    "Spirit in Black"

    Welcome to my world
    Involve yourself within my dream
    Experience a life
    Just like your mind thought not to be
    Take a look through time
    As past or present words to be
    I rule this inferno
    Enthroned for eternity

    Coils of the serpent unwind
    Buried beneath you will find
    Deep in the halls of the damned
    Spirit in Black till the journey's end

    Spirits damned to rot
    Amidst the brimstone fireballs
    Eyes of the dead
    Watching from their living walls
    Broken glass reflections
    Show your flesh eaten away
    Beyond the gates I 'll take you
    Where the blood forever rains

    Afterlife confessions
    Tell me who you used to be
    Looking on in wonder
    As I show you it was me
    Burning from within
    You know one spark is all it takes
    Hear the piercing cries of all
    Who found that hell awaits

    Living nightmare can't you see
    You really have no choice
    Faded memories haunt you
    Listen closely to my voice
    Feed me all your hatred
    Empty all your thoughts to me
    I can fill your emptiness
    with immortality

    Welcome to my world
    Involve yourself within my dream
    Experience a life just like your mind thought not to be
    Take a look through time
    As past or present worlds to be
    I rule this inferno
    Enthroned for eternity

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    Quote Originally Posted by Scheherazade
    OK, there is much deep thought and philosophy in here but I am afraid I will lighten the mood a little and add the lyrics of one of my favorite songs as I feel the same way as mentioned in the song so many times:

    Getting to know you,
    Getting to know all about you.
    Getting to like you,
    Getting to hope you like me.

    [/CENTER]
    This refrain drives me insane!!
    There is a bank here that has ripped this off as the basis of their latest advertising campaign. Used in the TV ads and even on the sides of buses. Wasn't sure if it was even a real song, but it is really catchy and kind of spooky!! Who sings it? I am sure the version that you listen to sounds better though!!

    The phrase that I love is from the Chet Baker song, My Funny Valentine,

    "My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart."

    Although, some of the other lines are kind of mean, but in the sweetest way!!!

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    Punk and Metal suck hard core. Good Charlotte is straight up crap. Rap is retards attempting poetry.

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    ExCUSE You???

    i get really tired of the rap bashing. and the lack of tolerance on this forum. i'm not going into the whole rhyme/rhythm thing again, because it's been discussed before.

    furthermore, my boyfriend and his best friend - both rappers, writers, dj's and producers - are not retards. neither are the people who come into their studio - i've heard their music.

    AND i don't see you singling out anyone else who MAKES the music, except in rap - the other music you single out for the genre itself. this is an implicit stab at black people; whether you meant it to read like this or not, it does:
    Quote Originally Posted by Sniper15
    Rap is retards attempting poetry.
    i am not a retard. my family is not retarded. black people are not retards. you really need to think before you THINK.


    and here Scheherazade was trying to lighten the mood.
    Last edited by amuse; 10-02-2004 at 04:24 PM.
    shh!!!
    the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.

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