y'll never see yr wife and children again so tell us what was going through yr head when you looked into their eyes and said 'no thanks i'll take the hooker instead.'
y'll never see that office again so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs come a little bit closer to the mic. and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
I've been thrown in to this mess now I'm just trying to survive. This is the sound of a young man breaking ties. Out here nothing makes sense, I cant decipher fact from pretense. This is the sound of a young man breaking ties. This is a convoluted attempt to find some source of hope, this is the sound of letting go. You might feel the urge to turn back now, cause we know it just gets worse and worse. Regrettably this might just be a waste of time. It just deteriorates verse by verse. If you're still reading along be warned, its the kind of thing that ends in a dot dot dot. If you know what I mean just hang your head, it's the kind of thing that ends... Dark skies for ominous times. These days, they just get worse and worse. Now that you know how this ends you can get started making amends, it just deteriorates verse by verse. If your still reading along be warned, its the kind of thing that ends in a dot dot dot. If you know what I mean just hang your head, its kind of thing that ends...so just read along
i'm bothered by the fact that "how to save a life" by the fray puts me in a retrospective mood. usually only good songs do that. i guess this is one exception.
The only girl I've ever loved Was born with roses in her eyes But then they buried her alive One evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she's a little boy in Spain Playing pianos filled with flames On empty rings around the sun All sing to say my dream has come
I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With shattered dinner plates That's how we'll communicate
Tell us where yr from What you want to become And we'll say if yr ok Where did you go to school? Right answer and yr cool Yeah, yr the kid the whole day
the soiled ground for the sacrifice, dispelled, crippling, faulty, holyland. i am your martyr, your stigmata... the tears turn to blood, beneath my eyes. my body listens... as you whisper. my fingers bend... as i'm nailed to your cross the splinters etch... hearts in my back. i denounce this crucifixion, i demand another sacrifice. a cast shadow over this narrow hill, pulling my fingers from these nails... there will be no use for a second coming.
I love little girls they make me feel so good I love little girls they make me feel so bad When they're around they make me feel Like I'm the only guy in town I love little girls they make me feel so good
The worst part is being so desperate, this basement, a noose, and a casket. I want to feel that warmth again, assurance of you, asleep in my head.. (Where are you, tonight?)
So why not, end it all in one shot? This rope tied in a perfect knot.
I remember you laughing and leaving, slamming my door, to the sound of my screaming, "Don't leave just yet, I didn't mean any of what I just said. I swear by my wrists that we're better than this; much more to me than words in a notebook." You sigh and say "I'm through", (You sigh and say "I'm through") and God Damn you for breathing, "I love you". I love you, I love you, I love you.
If I could take the fire out from the water I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the water I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the water I'd take you where nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn said nobody knows you and nobody gives a damn
and I could take another hit for you and I could take away your trips from you and I could take away the salt from your eyes and take away the spitting salt in you and I could give you my apologies by handing over my neologies and I could take away the shaking knees and I could give you all the olive trees oh look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here
Today is a winding road That's taken me to places that I didn't want to go Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why I tried I tried to read between the lines I tried to look in your eyes I want a simple explanation Of what I'm feeling inside Gotta find a way out Maybe there's a way out
Bringing in the new year The bells begin to ring Fats is in the corner Just about to sing Time to get another Before the final shout You should've heard them roaring when they dragged the bugger out
Last two soldiers on the battlefield Survirors of the war They aim at one another While their mothers beg the lord: If you're listening I'm begging you Somehow bring them home How did it come to this?
So the soldiers lift their rifles And they're aiming at the head They think of their first love before they take their final breath And somewhere in the distance they hear something someone said: How did it come to this?
Well it rains and it pours When you're out on your own If I crash on the couch Can I sleep in my clothes? Cause I spent the night dancing I'm drunk I suppose If it looks like im laughing I'm really just asking to leave
Here I am at the end of my rope I've lost all hope So long Molly Conolly just broke up with me Over the revealing nature of the songs You god damn kids had best be gracious with how much money you spend Cause for you I won't ever have rough sex with Molly Connolly again
We've got to get better Says it's all in your head We could live through these letters Or forget it all together See the months they don't matter It's the days I can't take When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away
Just ask the question Come untie the knot Say you won't care Say you won't care Retrace the steps as if we forgot Say you won't care Say you won't care Try to avoid it, but there's not a doubt And there's one thing that I can do nothing about
I know a lively fellow Who's really quite unique He's small and smart and yellow With a rodent-like physique He doesn't play the cello And he doesn't deign to speak He's the Strong Bad's lepperilla And they call him the Sneak!
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yr lipstick, his collar, don't bother angel
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT GOES ON
I have, I have you breathing down my neck.
I don't, don't know what you could possibly expect under this condition.
So I'll wait, I'll wait, for the ambulance to come.
...
THIS DAY'S A PERFECT SHADE OF DARK BLUE, DARK BLUE.
y'll never see yr wife and children again so tell us what was going through yr head when you looked into their eyes and said 'no thanks i'll take the hooker instead.'
y'll never see that office again so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs come a little bit closer to the mic. and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
the AMBULANCE ANGELS...
I've been thrown in to this mess now I'm just trying to survive.
This is the sound of a young man breaking ties. Out here nothing makes sense, I cant decipher fact from pretense. This is the sound of a young man breaking ties.
This is a convoluted attempt to find some source of hope, this is the sound of letting go. You might feel the urge to turn back now, cause we know it just gets worse and worse. Regrettably this might just be a waste of time. It just deteriorates verse by verse.
If you're still reading along be warned, its the kind of thing that ends in a dot dot dot. If you know what I mean just hang your head, it's the kind of thing that ends...
Dark skies for ominous times.
These days, they just get worse and worse. Now that you know how this ends you can get started making amends, it just deteriorates verse by verse. If your still reading along be warned, its the kind of thing that ends in a dot dot dot.
If you know what I mean just hang your head, its kind of thing that ends...so just read along
LIGHT THE WORLD ON FIRE
JUST TO WATCH IT BURN
i'm bothered by the fact that "how to save a life" by the fray puts me in a retrospective mood. usually only good songs do that. i guess this is one exception.
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
i close my eyes when i get too sad
i think thoughts that i know are bad
close my eyes and i count to ten
hope it's over when i open them
i wish i could count to ten
and make everything be wonderful again
i close my eyes when i go to bed and i dream of adventures that make me smile
You're not bigger than this, not better.
Why can't you learn?
I threw out the phone to try to get through to you
The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator
This house is the hole that you could never fill
With shattered dinner plates
That's how we'll communicate
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a GENTLEMAN
Like you imagined when you were young
Tell us where yr from
What you want to become
And we'll say if yr ok
Where did you go to school?
Right answer and yr cool
Yeah, yr the kid the whole day
She was sitting on a swing
and dangling her feet
like the leaves of a tree
I think I heard her singing.
We're still out at 10 in the evening.
I knew her in the way that
I knew not to speak.
Quietly took a seat
and thought I'd stay for a week.
the soiled ground for the sacrifice,
dispelled, crippling, faulty, holyland.
i am your martyr, your stigmata...
the tears turn to blood, beneath my eyes.
my body listens... as you whisper.
my fingers bend... as i'm nailed to your cross
the splinters etch... hearts in my back.
i denounce this crucifixion, i demand another sacrifice.
a cast shadow over this narrow hill,
pulling my fingers from these nails...
there will be no use for a second coming.
I love little girls they make me feel so good
I love little girls they make me feel so bad
When they're around they make me feel
Like I'm the only guy in town
I love little girls they make me feel so good
The worst part is being so desperate,
this basement, a noose, and a casket.
I want to feel that warmth again,
assurance of you, asleep in my head..
(Where are you, tonight?)
So why not, end it all in one shot?
This rope tied in a perfect knot.
I remember you laughing and leaving,
slamming my door, to the sound of my screaming,
"Don't leave just yet, I didn't mean any of what I just said.
I swear by my wrists that we're better than this;
much more to me than words in a notebook."
You sigh and say "I'm through",
(You sigh and say "I'm through")
and God Damn you for breathing, "I love you".
I love you, I love you, I love you.
If I could take the fire out from the water
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the water
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the water
I'd take you where nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn
said nobody knows you
and nobody gives a damn
and I could take another hit for you
and I could take away your trips from you
and I could take away the salt from your eyes
and take away the spitting salt in you
and I could give you my apologies
by handing over my neologies
and I could take away the shaking knees
and I could give you all the olive trees
oh look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here
You're my satellite
You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite
sick and sad again.
sometimes I'd like the rain to end
sick and sad again
sometimes I'd like
to stand
on my own two feet
a new day is coming
and i am full of life
(actually it's 'i am finally free', but it sounds better that way)
I'm writing a song all about you
A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it
'Cause no one will hear it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
and i need to go get some work done. that was amazing. henry should have fusking joined me.
Today is a winding road
That's taken me to places that I didn't want to go
Today in the blink of an eye
I'm holding on to something and I do not know why I tried
I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation
Of what I'm feeling inside
Gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out
They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress
And healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
Bringing in the new year
The bells begin to ring
Fats is in the corner
Just about to sing
Time to get another
Before the final shout
You should've heard them roaring when they dragged the bugger out
SHIT THIS KID IS ON FIRE
I'M SIX FEET FROM THE EDGE AND I'M THINKING
MAYBE SIX FEET
AIN'T SO FAR DOWN...
Last two soldiers on the battlefield
Survirors of the war
They aim at one another
While their mothers beg the lord:
If you're listening I'm begging you
Somehow bring them home
How did it come to this?
So the soldiers lift their rifles
And they're aiming at the head
They think of their first love before they take their final breath
And somewhere in the distance they hear something someone said:
How did it come to this?
Well it rains and it pours
When you're out on your own
If I crash on the couch
Can I sleep in my clothes?
Cause I spent the night dancing
I'm drunk I suppose
If it looks like im laughing
I'm really just asking to leave
Here I am at the end of my rope
I've lost all hope
So long
Molly Conolly just broke up with me
Over the revealing nature of the songs
You god damn kids had best be gracious with how much money you spend
Cause for you I won't ever have rough sex with Molly Connolly again
We've got to get better
Says it's all in your head
We could live through these letters
Or forget it all together
See the months they don't matter
It's the days I can't take
When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away
Just ask the question
Come untie the knot
Say you won't care
Say you won't care
Retrace the steps as if we forgot
Say you won't care
Say you won't care
Try to avoid it, but there's not a doubt
And there's one thing that I can do nothing about
I know a lively fellow
Who's really quite unique
He's small and smart and yellow
With a rodent-like physique
He doesn't play the cello
And he doesn't deign to speak
He's the Strong Bad's lepperilla
And they call him the Sneak!
gee i wish i had more music
i ralphed at the cheat theme song.
henry, did you know the metal version of trogdor is in guitar hero 2? i'm so totally psyched.
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