gibby will know where this one's from...
american nightmare - farewell
whatever this becomes
whatever words i say
we are the fortunate ones
and when the days are done i won't forget
all i see
in your and me
is a light in the dark of humanity
and when the days are done i won't forget
timid steps - come walk with me
and with your useless words come talk to me
there are broken hearts now on your stereo
but the broken beats are just too slow
you'll cry - it doesn't change a thing
kill the lights - and let the rain fall
recall - the memories of yesterdays and better ways
and know - the innocence is gone - move on
from this day on we'll never be the same
the saddest songs make sense to me
so with your sunken eyes come look for me
two hour drives
are two hours alone
but two hour drives
are better than home
you'll die - it doesn't change a thing
you will - kill the lights and let the rain fall
recall - the memories of yesterdays and better ways
and know - the innocence is gone - move on
from this day on we'll never be the same
faster words - and faster kids
faster songs - and faster ends
the one thing that's stayed the same
i've lived through days
i've lived through nights
i've had my loves
i've had my fights
you gotta know - you have my heart
i could go on for day with lyrics, but this has always been one i fond of.
lyrics you most love
doctor, doctor, this city's sick
a tired, tired heart, such shakey lips
http://soundcloud.com/cloutier
a tired, tired heart, such shakey lips
http://soundcloud.com/cloutier
hahah!gibby wrote:I knew this was coming!
where's yours? and you can't use lyrics from any "panic" song.
doctor, doctor, this city's sick
a tired, tired heart, such shakey lips
http://soundcloud.com/cloutier
a tired, tired heart, such shakey lips
http://soundcloud.com/cloutier
Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." -Kristian Wilson, Nintendo Inc. 1989
Nick Cave - The Ship Song
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
Empty Souls-Manic street preachers
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone
Rattling memories and hollow bones
Leaves a taste of bitter and cold
For empty souls will stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know
Exposed to a truth we don't know
Collapsing like the Twin Towers
Falling down like April showers
Collosal endless like the marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
For empty souls they stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know
Exposed to a truth we don't know
Collapsing like the Twin Towers
Falling down like April showers
Collosal endless like the marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
Collosal, endless, like the marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone
Rattling memories and hollow bones
Leaves a taste of bitter and cold
For empty souls will stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know
Exposed to a truth we don't know
Collapsing like the Twin Towers
Falling down like April showers
Collosal endless like the marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
For empty souls they stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know
Exposed to a truth we don't know
Collapsing like the Twin Towers
Falling down like April showers
Collosal endless like the marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
Collosal, endless, like the marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
God is Dead