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Just wait for us to say it

And we'll make you lie

And anyone who cares

Lies on satin sheets

And I waste my time on no-one

And you think I really care

Wears a saturn bracelet

Lined with cocaine coins

"No chance" slipped away

Toddler training toys

And I waste my time on no-one

And you think I really care

 

And I waste my time on no-one

And you think I really care

 

 

 

 

Deidreeeeeeeeee I think of you when I listen to Silverchair!

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Just some water getting hotter in the flames. they say a watched pot wont ever boil, you cant raise a baby on motor oil. just like the seed in the soil you gotta give it time. its not a lover i want no more, and its not heaven im pining for, but theres some spirit i used to know, thats been drowned out by the radio

 

 

 

Deidreeeeeeeeee I think of you when I listen to Silverchair!

haha its wierd how we associate different bands with different people.. like the arcade fire.. rasputina, tori, bright eyes.. and several others make me think of you when i listen to them :D

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From here

no Lines are

drawn

From here

no lands

are owned

13,000 and Holding

swallowed

in the purring

of her Engines

tracking the Beakon

here

"is there a Signal

there

on the other side"

on the other side?

 

what do you mean side of

what things?

 

and you said

and you did

and you said

you could find me

here and you said you would

find me even in Death

and you said

and you said

You'd find me

But

 

I can't see New York

as I'm circling down

through white cloud

falling out

and

I know his lips

are warm

but I can't seem

to find my way out

my way out

 

 

 

I can't see New York - Tori Amos

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Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph

 

[Ol Dirty Bastard R.I.P.]

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osirus of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherf**ker

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine...

 

[inspectah Deck]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

 

[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the f**k you at?

Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

 

[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin

Tell your story walkin

Take cover kid, what?  Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

 

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

 

[u-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow

For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

 

[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

now terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a f**k, I'm duckin five-year probation

 

[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

 

[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

 

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, f**k that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you

scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention

Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the f**k up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so? 

Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

 

[Raekwon]

Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

 

No one had a bad verse (I liked U-God and Meth's too), but GZA's short one was tight, and Inspectah Deck's flow on verse 1 was sick. Go back & read that part, then you'll cry like i do when radio MC's come up with lyrical feces like "ill treat you like milk, ill do nothing to spoil you." Old school wu was so far ahead of tis time, its not even funny.

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I uh, i like a lotta stuff....bit of j-pop and jazz lately too, but there's a soft spot in my heart for the Wu. It has a lot to do with growin up in miami, i think. I still thnk youd dig the Roots and some other stuff like that tho, MH!

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you climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle, the middle of the

town. and since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long,

and forget all we used to know - then our skin gets thicker from

living out in the snow. you change all the lead sleepin' in my head,

as the day grows dim i hear you sing a golden hymn

then we tried to name our babies but we forgot all the names that -

the names we used to know. but sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,

and our parents' bedrooms, and the bedrooms of our friends. then we

think of our parents, well what ever happened to them?!

 

The Arcade Fire... thanks rach.. its all i want to listen too lol

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YES!!! Isn't it wonderful!!!

 

I was totally listening to them twenty minutes ago, but then the SUPER SEXY gary numan came on... mmmmmmmmmmmm...

 

I want to feel you hesitate.

I want to feel you pull away.

I want to feel you realise

That I am not love come to play.

 

I want to feel your pink clean skin.

I want to feel your purity.

I want to feel you touch my pain.

I want to drown in your misery.

 

Pure - Mr. Numan

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As I ran faster

But it caught me here

Yes my loyalties turned

Like my ankle

In the seventh grade

Running after Billy

Running after the rain

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things let them break

Their hold over me

 

He said you're really an ugly girl

But I like the way you play

And I died

But I thanked him

Can you believe that

Sick holding on to his picture

Dressing up every day

I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys

Those christian boys

So you can made me cum

That doesn't make you Jesus

 

 

Tori Amos- Precious Things

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THIS ONE'S DEDICATED TO MY ALMOST MAIN MAN, JAX!

 

(Intro skit) Don't fuck with me I'm the fuckin manager!

And don't forget your fuckin daily planners.

You better write down everything you accomplish.

And lemme see your fuckin smiles around the office.

You "grrrls" look tired were you out late last night?

I heard you were some kind of underground electro feminist performance artists.

Is that right?

 

Right. . . . .

 

In five years you won't remember getting fired

or whatever and

until then and forever

 

I'm proud to be associated with you.

I know 40 hours a week would suit you fine

but your application's been denied, suprise!

This is how it feels to be free.

 

Turn around, turn around,

turn around and take a look at the crowd and say:

It's okay to hate your job after all it's fucking wrong.

Turn around, turn around

turn around and take a look at the crowd.

 

 

You know

All my friends are fucking bitchs

best known for burning bridges

do you need a character witness

 

I say

I'm proud to be associated with you.

When I look around, I see your face in the crowd,

I see the girls are out, a lot of freaks in the house.

Le Tigre family and friends,

I hope this feeling never ends

 

cuz you're beautiful.

And your boss is an asshole

and I don't give a shit what the dick thinks.

We will survive as thieves we will survive as freaks.

Turn around, turn around turn around and take a look at the crowd. . . . .

I think it looks all right

we got friends in sight yeah tomorrow

we fight so let's have fun tonight. . . . . .

Turn around, turn around

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Dont know if I have posted this song before..but its stuck in my head once again...

 

 

 

 

Walking in Memphis

 

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

W.C. Handy — won’t you look down over me

Yeah I got a first class ticket

But I’m as blue as a boy can be

 

Then I’m walking in Memphis

Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel

 

Saw the ghost of Elvis

On Union Avenue

Followed him up to the gates of Graceland

Then I watched him walk right through

Now security they did not see him

They just hovered ‘round his tomb

But there’s a pretty little thing

Waiting for the King

Down in the Jungle Room

 

 

They’ve got catfish on the table

They’ve got gospel in the air

And Reverend Green be glad to see you

When you haven’t got a prayer

But boy you’ve got a prayer in Memphis

 

Now Muriel plays piano

Every Friday at the Hollywood

And they brought me down to see her

And they asked me if I would —

Do a little number

And I sang with all my might

And she said —

“Tell me are you a Christian child?”

And I said “Ma’am I am tonight”

 

 

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

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dorian.. I love velvet goldmine.. I'm assuming you've seen that movie... it rocks my socks

 

I loveeeee that movie!! I have it on vhs and dvd.. because im weird.

 

and I come with a song that is lodged in my brain..

 

 

In the middle of the side of the road

I'm a cynical baby

So your god fell in love with the war

Well he's only your god

 

I'm the first male lesbian

I feel less being jaded

The gayest straight boy that you'll ever meet

And I meet everyone only not in the flesh

 

Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home

Easy, hopeless admiration...

 

Hollywood- Silverchair

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Somewhere Out There

 

Last time I talked to you

You were lonely and out of place

You were looking down on me

Lost out in space

 

We laid underneath the stars

Strung out and feeling brave

I watched the red orange glow

I watched you float away

Down here in the atmosphere

Garbage and city lights

You've gone to save your tired soul

You've gone to save our lives

 

I turned on the radio

To find you on satellite

I'm waiting for the sky to fall

I'm waiting for a sign

 

And all we are

Is all so far

 

You're falling back to me

The star that I can see yeah

I know your out there, somewhere out there

You're falling out of reach

Defying gravity yeah

I know you're out there, somewhere out there

 

Hope you remember me

When you're home sick and need a change

I miss your purple hair

I miss the way you taste

I know you'll come back some day

On a bed of nails I wait

I'm praying that you don't burn out or fade away

 

And all we are

Is all so far

 

You're falling back to me

The star that I can see yeah

I know your out there, somewhere out there

You're falling out of reach

Defying gravity yeah

I know you're out there, somewhere out there

 

You're falling back to me

The star that I can see

I know your out there, ohhh

Your falling out of reach

Defying gravity

I know you're out there, somewhere out there

 

Your falling back to me

The star that I can see yeah

I know your out there, somewhere out there

Your falling out of reach

Defying gravity yeah

I know you're out there, somewhere out there

 

You're falling back to me

I know, I know

You're falling out of reach ohhhhhh

I know...

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Extreme ways are back again

Extreme places I didn't know

I broke everything new again

Everything that I'd owned

I threw it out the windows, came along

Extreme ways I know move apart

The colors of my sea

Perfect color me

 

Extreme ways that that help me

Help me out at night

Extreme places I had gone

But never seen any light

Dirty basements, dirty noise

Dirty places coming through

Extreme worlds alone

Did you ever like it planned

 

I would stand in line for this

There's always room in life for this

 

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Like it always does, always does

 

Extreme songs that told me

They helped me down every night

I didn't have much to say

I didn't get above the light

I closed my eyes and closed myself

And closed my world and never opened

Up to anything

That could get me along

 

I had to close down everything

I had to close down my mind

Too many things to cover me

Too much can make me blind

I've seen so much in so many places

So many heartaches, so many faces

So many dirty things

You couldn't believe

 

I would stand in line for this

It's always good in life for this

 

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Like it always does, always does

 

 

Moby - Extremem Ways

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Somewhere Out There

 

Somewhere, out there,

beneath the pale moonlight,

someone's thinking of me, and loving me tonight.

 

Somewhere, out there,

someone's saying a prayer,

that we'll find one another, in that big somewhere out there.

 

And even though I know, how very far apart we are,

it helps to think we might be wishing, on the same bright star.

 

And when the night wind starts to sing, a lonesome lullaby,

it helps to think we're sleeping underneath, the same big sky.

 

Somewhere out there,

if love can see us through,

then we'll be together, somewhere out there,

out where dreams come true.

 

:D The...memories...anyone else remember?

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