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Lyrics you wish you wrote
"Last night I danced with a stranger
But she only reminded me you were the one you left me standing in the doorway crying In the dark land of the sun" -Bob Dylan "You wear your smile like it was going out of fashion Dress to inflame But douse any ideas of passion Carry your love in a trinket hanging round your throat Always inviting, always excited But I must not take off my coat" -Robert Smith "In a room with a window in the corner I found truth" -Ian Curtis |
my god
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" I'm living in E fantasy,
My mind doesn't mean much to me, The comedowns completed- serotonins depleted I'm frying out with the pan, brain rottage, Brain rottage, brain rottage!" - Fuzzy Roses |
"So I reside to bed
I keep comics and bottles stuffed by it's head Fuck it, let the beard grow" Mark E. Smith |
"I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as I make out" Edwyn Collins |
to get ultra-sappy
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Quote:
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WE'RE NORTHERN WHITE CRAP
BUT WE TALK BACK |
Now I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am And I'm glad I'm a man And so is Lola |
"My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time" -Max Martin |
Every official that comes in
cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed and with our flesh and bones he builds his homes |
the world is a vampire
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Came home tonight
Felt like I'd die of loneliness Strange, you think Popularity Looking for a simple life Life ain't simple I'm tired and sick but I Don't wanna be alone I'd go to a party But I don't really want to... , etc. |
Broken hearts want broken necks
I've done some things that I want to forget but I can't Broke my pace and ran out of time Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime |
Life lies a slow suicide
Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths From feudal serf to spender This wonderful world of purchase power |
With the sun in your eyes
It's easy mistaking The truth from the lies In the love that you're making Don't pretend it isn't so With the sun in your eyes It always reveals A voluntary bondage That always appeals It's how you make the garden grow But why this weakness No-one knows Our conscience cries its sorrow While we sleep But once the morning comes Out the back door Silently it creeps With the sun in your eyes Always reminding A sense of excitement You've no hope of finding With the chains that bind your feet Belonging or longing For a few empty hours In a stranger's bed To chase away A fear that's in your head And why this weakness No-one knows The vacant faceless voices on the phone Bring words that offer no Consolation when you're all alone So cover your ears and shade your eyes Of thoughts conceived between the thighs Beaten on the brow of history A union forged in slavery In all that's hope and decency A hope for you and a hope for me For every woman, child and man To those who'll chain you if they can The babe you're bouncing on your knee Needs your help now can't you see |
I hopped off the plane at L.A.X.
With a dream and my cardigan Welcome to the land of fame excess (whoa), Am I gonna fit in? Jumped in the cab, Here I am for the first time Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign This is all so crazy Everybody seems so famous My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick Too much pressure and I'm nervous, That's when the taxi man turned on the radio And a Jay-Z song was on And a Jay-Z song was on And a Jay-Z song was on [Chorus:] So I put my hands up They're playing my song, The butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like yeah Movin' my hips like yeah I got my hands up, They're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be OK Yeah, it's a party in the USA Yeah, it's a party in the USA Get to the club in my taxi cab Everybody's looking at me now Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks? She gotta be from out of town." So hard with my girls not around me It's definitely not a Nashville party 'Cause all I see are stilettos I guess I never got the memo My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune And a Britney song was on And a Britney song was on And a Britney song was on [Chorus] Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight) Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight) Something stops me every time (every time) The DJ plays my song and I feel alright [Chorus 2x] |
Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's looking at me now Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks? She gotta be from out of town." |
You tiptoe for ages / and lose yourself
Flipping back pages / unbuckling belts Especially that but also the whole of "Do You" by Spoon |
The mountain wont go falling
if you're still willing to climb But when the mountain goes falling true riches you will find ~ We were born as animals but you put suits on animals |
They said that we were trash, Well the name is Crass, not Clash. They can stuff their punk credentials Cause it's them that take the cash. They won't change nothing with their fashionable talk, All their RAR badges and their protest walk, Thousands of white men standing in a park, Objecting to racism's like a candle in the dark. Black man's got his problems and his way to deal with it, So don't fool yourself you're helping with your white liberal shit. If you care to take a closer look at the way things really stand, You'd see we're all just niggers to the rulers of this land. Punk was once an answer to years of crap, A way of saying no where we'd always said yep. But the moment we saw a way to be free, They invented a dividing line, street credibility. The qualifying factors are politics and class, Left wing macho street fighters willing to kick arse. They said because of racism they'd come out on the street. It was just a form of fascism for the socialist elite. Bigotry and blindness, a marxist con, Another clever trick to keep us all in line. Neat little labels to keep us all apart, To keep us all divided when the troubles start. Pogo on a nazi, spit upon a jew, Vicious mindless violence that offers nothing new. Left wing violence, right wing violence, all seems much the same, Bully boys out fighting, it's just the same old game. Boring fucking politics that'll get us all shot, Left wing, right wing, you can stuff the lot. Keep your petty prejudice, I don't see the point, ANARCHY AND FREEDOM IS WHAT I WANT. |
rule number 1: if you're a white guy don't try to sing like a black guy. that cuts a lot of music away.
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Visions indeed. Fucken thanks Bob!
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Ain't Bobby so cool...
...only wanna be with u |
we don't take drugs no more
we sit around praying for money when you are with a lover you have no control - john giorno |
We don't need a lot of money We'll be sleeping on the beach
Keeping oceans within reach Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free I will stumble htere with you and You'll be Laughing close with with me Try not to make a scene Etc, whatever, I guess all I really mean Is we're gonna be alright |
The saddest songs are the happiest
The hardest truths are the easiest Put us both to the test And tell me if you still need me And I will swallow these words And see if I can still believe The biggest lies are the little ones When the look in your eyes is the distant one Angel or demon You know that they can share the same bed I've laid awake so long I've got them both inside my head ... This American dream may be poisonous Violence is contagious Crowded or empty I walk these city streets alone Whoever brought me here Is gonna have to take me home |
And though we love to numb the pain
We come to learn that it's in vain Pain is our mother She makes us recognize each other |
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