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#46 User is offline   stinkfingr 

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Posted 29 March 2012 - 05:54 PM

Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me


There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt you hide, that fuels the fires inside, you
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Posted 29 March 2012 - 08:36 PM

View Postklaatu, on 29 March 2012 - 06:32 PM, said:

a groupie, eh ? is this the band you jumped into the mosh pit with ?

i like their last disc, or at least what i thought was the last one. i didn't know they had 5 out.


Not a groupie really...just listen to their music, and well, I was in the pit for every band that played that night.

Leveler is their most recent Album, they also have constellations, messengers, thrill seekers, and looks fragile after all.
"I could be your third wheel."
"You know that's not a good thing right?"
"Of course it is, it adds more grip, greater stability"


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Posted 30 March 2012 - 03:34 PM

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo...
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Posted 02 April 2012 - 06:34 PM

I've had this song stuck in my head for days. Great song by The Clash.

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendetta open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight

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Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te acuerda oh mi corazůn
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te acuerda oh mi corazůn

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

[Chorus]

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight

[Chorus]
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon

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We put our glass to the sky and lift up. And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya. So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us. And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya...
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Posted 02 April 2012 - 06:47 PM

Through the Fire and Flames
Dragonforce

On a cold winter morning in a time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down and the times are tough alright
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

Fighting hard fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest plains in hell's domain we watch them as they go
In fire and pain now once again we know

So now we fly ever free, we're free before the thunderstorm
On towards the wilderness our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls

So far away we wait for the day
For the light source so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

As the red day is dawning and the lightning cracks the sky
They'll raise their hands to the heavens above with resentment to their eyes
Running back through the mid morning light there's a burning in my heart
We're banished from a time in a fallen land to a life beyond the stars

In your darkest dreams see to believe our destiny this time
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight

And on the wings of a dream so far beyond reality
All alone in desperation now the time has come
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on

So far away we wait for the day
For the light source so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

Wha-o-o! Whao-o-oh! Whao-o-oh! Wha-o-o! Whao-o-oh! Whao-o-oh!

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard now can we understand
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can
For freedom of every man

So far away we wait for the day
For the light source so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
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Posted 03 April 2012 - 06:11 AM

i know a ghost,
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance.
Vanity is a sepulcher.
Do as you please, shame will follow.
Languages rot and insects lose interest;
Mountains of plastic; melting away
As long as these struggles are aimless,
we will all be standing still.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
All mistakes can be marked by borders.
All of love can be traced to a maker.
Its seems as if what is most important
Isn't noticed when forgotten
Do as you please, shame will follow.
The sun and the moon:
you'll always take them for granted.
What's delicate is lost.
As the selfish forgot what is sacred,
The humble forget themselves.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
"I could be your third wheel."
"You know that's not a good thing right?"
"Of course it is, it adds more grip, greater stability"


"Gives it color he says, it'll look good he says...Filthy liar" (in regards to Puzuma)
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Posted 03 April 2012 - 06:12 AM

i know a ghost,
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance.
Vanity is a sepulcher.
Do as you please, shame will follow.
Languages rot and insects lose interest;
Mountains of plastic; melting away
As long as these struggles are aimless,
we will all be standing still.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
All mistakes can be marked by borders.
All of love can be traced to a maker.
Its seems as if what is most important
Isn't noticed when forgotten
Do as you please, shame will follow.
The sun and the moon:
you'll always take them for granted.
What's delicate is lost.
As the selfish forgot what is sacred,
The humble forget themselves.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
"I could be your third wheel."
"You know that's not a good thing right?"
"Of course it is, it adds more grip, greater stability"


"Gives it color he says, it'll look good he says...Filthy liar" (in regards to Puzuma)
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Posted 04 April 2012 - 06:42 PM

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams?
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself [myself]

I ask why, but in my mind
I find I canít rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I canít rely on myself

I canít hold on
To what I want when Iím stretched so thin
Itís all too much to take in
I canít hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I
Turn my back Iím defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then theyíll
Take from me Ďtill everything is gone
If I let them go Iíll be outdone
But if I try to catch them Iíll be outrun
If Iím killed by the questions like a cancer
Then Iíll be buried in the silence of the answer
by myself [myself]

I ask why, but in my mind
I find I canít rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I canít rely on myself

I canít hold on
To what I want when Iím stretched so thin
Itís all too much to take in
I canít hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

How do you think Iíve lost so much
I'm so afraid that I'm out of touch
How do you expect... I will know what to do
When all I know Is what you tell me to

Donít you know
I canít tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I canít seem to convince myself why
Iím stuck on the outside
Donít you know
I canít tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I canít seem to convince myself why
Iím stuck on the outside

I canít hold on
To what I want when Iím stretched so thin
Itís all too much to take in
I canít hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

I canít hold on
To what I want when Iím stretched so thin
Itís all too much to take in
I canít hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
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Posted 04 April 2012 - 07:59 PM

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya
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Posted 04 April 2012 - 09:47 PM

Speaking of death classics.. i want this one to be blastin somewhere when i leave this place

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never want to die

Born to be wild

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Posted 05 April 2012 - 08:41 PM

Irish Drinking song, eh cuy? Got a soft spot for quite a few. Here's two favorites. *Hint, they don't say FRAG*

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I bang on the door but you won't let me in,
'cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin.
Locked all the doors from the front to the back,
And left me a note telling me I should pack.

I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer,
They order me up a whiskey and beer.
You ask me why I'm writing this poem,
Some call it a tavern but I call it home.

FRAG you, I'm drunk
FRAG you, I'm drunk
Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk.
FRAG you, I'm drunk
FRAG you, I'm drunk
And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!

You've given me an option,
you say I must choose,
'tween you and the liqour,
then I'll take the booze!

Jumpin' on Western down to the south side,
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish pride.

FRAG you, I'm drunk
FRAG you, I'm drunk
Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk.
FRAG you, I'm drunk
FRAG you, I'm drunk
And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!

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As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

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Posted 10 April 2012 - 01:35 PM

Hatebreed's lyrics in general.
The lyrics just help alot when im feeling down.
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Posted 11 April 2012 - 01:11 AM

What do you guys think of this one.

I'm drowning away my hidden fears
In cheap bourbon and cheaper beers
Burning up in the atmosphere
Why am I even here?

I got good friends that I never see
I love a girl, but she don't love me
I guess that's how it's gonna be
Until I can find my way to be free

I've wished on one too many stars
Blown my cash in too many bars
Driving around in a busted car
This way I won't make it far

I'm drowning away my hidden fears
In cheap bourbon and cheaper beers
Burning up in the atmosphere
Why am I even here?

I'm swamped in debt and corralled by work
Every day I fight, every day I hurt
Tired as hell in a sweat stained shirt
Wearing down, laying in the dirt

I'm drowning away my hidden fears
In cheap bourbon and cheaper beers
Burning up in the atmosphere
Why am I even here?

My job is to be an asshole. I excel at the position.
We put our glass to the sky and lift up. And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya. So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us. And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya...
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Posted 27 June 2012 - 08:48 PM

in honour of the the new pink floyd channel on sirius radio ....

The lunatic is on the grass, the lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall, the lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head, the lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You rearrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door and throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

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Posted 27 June 2012 - 09:43 PM

How could he know
This new dawn's light
Would change his life forever?

Set sail to sea
But pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure

Was he the one causing pain
With his careless dreaming?
Been afraid
Always afraid
Of the things he's feeling

He could just be gone
He would just sail on
He'll just sail on

How can I be lost,
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

These days drift on
Inside a fog
It's thick and suffocating

His sinking life
Outside it's hell
Inside, intoxicating

He's run aground
Like his life
Water much too shallow

Slipping fast
Down with the shift
Fading in the shadows

Now a castaway
They've all gone away
They've gone away

How can I be lost
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me
Why can't I forgive me?

(Solo)

Set sail to sea
But pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure

How could he know
This new dawn's light
Would change his life forever?

How can I be lost,
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
So how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

The Unforgiven III
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