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Have a sip of my "special" cocktail.
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: at Home or Work or Play...feel the Awesomeness!
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Voices of Babylon by The Outfield
Hit the message I can hear you calling. No one´s going anywhere tonight. We conceived a modern generation. It was free, but now we pay the price. We´re the victims of our own creation, Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white. Watch the struggle of our own temptation. Instincts barely keeping us alive. Back to the rhythm that we all came from. Voices of Babylon, streets of London. Back to the people that we know so well. A space in time removed too soon to tell. Just a product of our imagination, Patiently, we wait for our turn to come. A small collection of the population. By the time our number´s up, we could be gone. Back to the rhythm that we all came from. Voices of Babylon, streets of London. Back to the people that we know so well. A space in time removed too soon to tell. Back to the rhythm that we all came from. Voices of Babylon, streets of London town. |
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Two men enter, one man leaves. I kill man leaving & laugh.
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: New Scotland, according to the Romans
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Life in a Northern Town by the Dream Academy
A Salvation Army band played And the children drank lemonade And the morning lasted all day, All day And through an open window came Like Sinatra in a younger day, Pushing the town away Ah - (Chant) Ah hey ma ma ma Life in a northern town. They sat on the stoney ground And he took a cigarette out And everyone else came down To listen. He said "In winter 1963 It felt like the world would freeze With John F. Kennedy And the Beatles." (Chant) Ah hey ma ma ma Life in a northern town. Ah hey ma ma ma All the work shut down. The evening had turned to rain Watch the water roll down the drain, As we followed him down To the station And though he never would wave goodbye, You could see it written in his eyes As the train rolled out of sight Bye-bye. (Chant) Ah hey ma ma ma Life in a northern town. Ah hey ma ma ma Life in a northern town. (Hey Bill, I was just listening to that Outfield song on the way home tonight. Nice) |
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Sodom, South Georgia by Iron & Wine
Papa died smiling Wide as the ring of a bell Gone all star white Small as a wish in a well And Sodom, South Georgia Woke like a tree full of bees Buried in Christmas Bows and a blanket of weeds Papa died Sunday and I understood All dead white boys say, "God is good" White tongues hang out, "God is good" Papa died while my Girl Lady Edith was born Both heads fell like Eyes on a crack in the door And Sodom, South Georgia Slept on an acre of bones Slept through Christmas Slept like a bucket of snow Papa died Sunday and I understood All dead white boys say, "God is good" White tongues hang out, "God is good" Minon: Addicted to Iron & Wine at the moment. |
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"Don't mess with me, I'll scratch your eyes out!"
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Boing...boing...boing...
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Talk by Coldplay
Oh brother I can't, I can't get through I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do Oh brother I can't believe it's true I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you Oh I wanna talk to you You can take a picture of something you see In the future where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun Or write a song nobody has sung Or do something that's never been done Are you lost or incomplete? Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece? Tell me how do you feel? Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak And they're talking it to me So you take a picture of something you see In the future where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun Or a write a song nobody has sung Or do something that's never been done Do something that's never been done So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk And you feel like you're going where you've been before You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored Nothing's really making any sense at all Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk
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Have a sip of my "special" cocktail.
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: at Home or Work or Play...feel the Awesomeness!
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SOUL MEETS BODY
by Death Cab for Cutie I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what its like to be new Cause in my head there's a greyhound station Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations So they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here I cannot guess what we'll discover Between the dirt with our palms cut like shovels But I know our filthy hand can wash one another's And not one speck will remain I do believe it's true That there are roads left in both of our shoes If the silence takes you Then I hope it takes me too So brown eyes I hold you near Cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere Where soul meets body Where soul meets body Where soul meets body I do believe it's true That there are holes left in both of our shoes If the silence takes you Then I hope it takes me too So brown eyes I hold you near Cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |
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Hooray for a Death Cab song! Hooray!
A Pain That I'm Used To by Depeche Mode I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore I just know that I'm harder to console I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me But the key is a question of control Can you say what you're trying to play anyway I just pay while you're breaking all the rules All the signs that I find have been underlined Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled All this running around, well it's getting me down Just give me a pain that I'm used to I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive You just need to achieve something that rings true There's a hole in your soul like an animal With no conscience, repentance unknown Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise Devils feed on the seeds that are sawn I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real No mistaking the faking, I care With a prayer in the air I will leave it there On a note full of hope not despair All this running around, well it's getting me down Just give me a pain that I'm used to I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive You just need to achieve something that rings true Minion: Digs the Playing the Angel album |
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She doesn't know what she wants, but she wants it now!
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I was listening to this earlier today.
The beginning of this song always startles me. |
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I'm not to be sniffed or drank. You've been warned.
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Hollywood North
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The Llama Song
Here's a llama There's a llama And another little llama Fuzzy llama Funny llama Llama llama duck Llama llama Cheesecake llama Tablet brick potato llama Llama llama Mushroom llama Llama llama duck I was once a tree house I lived in a cake But I never saw the way The orange slayed the rake I was only three years dead But it told a tale And now listen little child To the safety rail Did you ever See a llama Kiss a llama on the llama Llama's llama Tastes of llama Llama llama duck Half a llama Twice the llama Not a llama farmer llama Llama in a Car alarm a Llama llama duck Is that how it's told now? Is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob, ankle, cold. Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck. Time for me to retire now, And become a duck.
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I may be wrong, but Sgt.Awesome you seem to be either very insane or slightly stupid... - HouseTon G. Ockley Photography Pie |
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Quote:
Minion: I still can....*bzzzzzzz* |
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She doesn't know what she wants, but she wants it now!
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Jesus Says - The Servant
This is my body This is my blood This is my mobile These are my drugs Eating egg and bacon in my flat Ripping up paper making wraps This is my body This is my blood This is my mobile These are my drugs Eating egg and bacon in my flat Ripping up paper making wraps Because it's all about the profit It's all about the profit And I'm a prophet And I'm a prophet It's all about the profit It's all about the profit And I'm a prophet And I'm a prophet I'm a complex system I'm a line of code You're a complex system You're a line of code Brothers and sisters Jesus says leave your cars and offices Brothers and sisters Jesus says leave your cars and offices Brothers and sisters Jesus says leave your cars and offices Brothers and sisters Jesus says leave your cars and offices This is my body This is my blood This is my mobile These are my drugs Eating egg and bacon in my flat Ripping up paper making wraps You idiot I'm a liar I'm the robot from Isiah See the sky freeze The ocean boil I baptise you with crude oil Oh I synthesize dreams Synthesize dreams Your dreams Your dreams I synthesize dreams Synthesize dreams Your dreams Your dreams I'm a complex system I'm a line of code You're a complex system You're a line of code Don't you want to save your soul Don't you want to save |
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