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06-20-2009, 03:45 PM
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I Confess a Shiver
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And out of the dark night, my world, with eyes of a thousand dreams And in your eyes, I know the tears are forming, and that ain't nothing now to me 'Cause I know that, sweetheart, it's gonna make you cry It's gonna break your heart, it's gonna make the end come down I wander the night only for you And at the door I hear you cryin', you said your little world is gone, I say that now should be the time We're gonna tear this world to pieces, baby, and now I know that you know why And at the door I hear you cryin', give us a place to feel alive Somebody stake another claim, give us the world - we feel alive Last edited by Plan9; 06-20-2009 at 04:04 PM.. |
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06-20-2009, 04:02 PM
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Une petite chou
Location: With All Your Base
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How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I went wrong Won't take my eyes off the ball again You reel me out and you cut the string. How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I went wrong Won't take my eyes off the ball again First you reel me out and then you cut the string You used to be all right What happened? Did the cat get your tongue? Did your string come undone? One by one One by one It comes to us all It's as soft as your pillow You used to be all right What happened? Etcetera, etcetera Fads for whatever Fifteen steps Then a sheer drop
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06-20-2009, 04:34 PM
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has all her shots.
Location: Florida
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More than my mood, I consider this my theme song.
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce |
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06-20-2009, 05:34 PM
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Living in a Warmer Insanity
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Location: Yucatan, Mexico
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Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl Her eyes were hazel And her nose were slightly curved We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well It took a starry NIGHT to steal my breath away Down on the water front Her hair all drenched in spray Hannah baby was a honey of a girl Her eyes were hazel And her teeth were slightly curved She took my guitar and she began to play She sang a song to me Stuck right in my brain You're just a memory of a love That used to be You're just a memory of a love That used to mean so much to me She got a mind of her own And she use it well Well she's one of a kind She's got a mind She got a mind of her own And she use it mighty fine She drove a pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were wearing thin She turned a mile or two When I asked her where she headed for "Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar" I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge My nerves are shot already The road ain't all that smooth Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones You're just a memory of a love That used to mean so much to me You're just a memory girl You're just a sweet memory And it used to mean so much to me Sha la la la la She got a mind of her own And she use it well Mighty fine, she's one of a kind On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze We've been ten thousand miles Been in fifteen states Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor It's just some friends of mine And they're busting down the door Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel ---------- Post added at 08:34 PM ---------- Previous post was at 08:15 PM ---------- Wading through the waste stormy winter And theres not a friend to help you through Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds drop your greens and blues Thank you for your wine, california Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits Yes, Ive got the desert in my toenail And hid the speed inside my shoe But come on come on down sweet virginia Come on honey child I beg of you Come on come on down you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
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06-21-2009, 02:29 AM
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Living in a Warmer Insanity
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Location: Yucatan, Mexico
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My head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus (oh my lordy its true...)
Its that kind of mornin Really was that kind of night Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night Went down to the snake pit To drink a little beer Listen to the jukebox Merle was comin in clear All of a sudden I wadn alone Pickin country music with ol joe bones Duval street was rockin My eyes they starting poppin Because there she sat at the corner of the bar As I broke another string on my ol guitar Someone call a cab Lady wontcha pay my tab And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus (oh my lordy its true...) Its that kinda mornin Really was that kinda night Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night Gotta get a little orange juice And a darvon for my head I cant spend all day Baby layin in the bed Im goin down to faustos get some chocolate milk Cant spend my life in yer sheets of silk Ive got to find my way Crawl out and greet the day But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus (oh my lordy its true...) Its that kinda mornin Really was that kinda night Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night Let me tell ya, I be roarin friday night I mean Ill be Roarin Friday Night
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06-23-2009, 04:28 PM
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Une petite chou
Location: With All Your Base
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House Quote:
The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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06-23-2009, 05:04 PM
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has all her shots.
Location: Florida
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce |
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06-24-2009, 08:20 PM
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Location: Denver, Colorado
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Steve Earle "The Galway Girl"
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl 'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl We were halfway there when the rain came down Of a day -I-ay-I-ay And she asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl And I lost my heart to a Galway girl When I woke up I was all alone With a broken heart and a ticket home And I ask you now, tell me what would you do If her hair was black and her eyes were blue I've traveled around I've been all over this world Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
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07-01-2009, 07:43 AM
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Location: Fucking Utah...
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the song is from Bird York In the Deep, I'm feeling a little run down. I can't get a video to work so if you never heard this song you really need to go find it, its a really good song.
HERE'S THE SONG!!! Last edited by DaniGirl; 07-01-2009 at 01:17 PM.. |
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07-01-2009, 11:11 AM
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Location: New Mexico
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completely not my style of music but I love this song and it's how I've been feeling for a good 2 months now.
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07-02-2009, 04:37 AM
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Forming
Location: ....a state of pure inebriation.
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07-02-2009, 12:20 PM
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Location: Redneckville, NC
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Feeling funky and wanting to meet somebody
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07-02-2009, 01:10 PM
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Une petite chou
Location: With All Your Base
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House Quote:
The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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07-02-2009, 03:20 PM
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has all her shots.
Location: Florida
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So I go to find this song on youtube, you know to 'post my mood' and I find this guy...the internet can be so charming, lol
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce |
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07-02-2009, 05:32 PM
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Une petite chou
Location: With All Your Base
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i need two turntables and a microphone, mm.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House Quote:
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07-06-2009, 08:59 AM
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Friend
Location: New Mexico
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07-06-2009, 12:00 PM
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Location: tentative, at best
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A beautiful song about a dark place.
Unemployment - it's the new heroin!
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07-07-2009, 10:01 AM
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part of the problem
Location: hic et ubique
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no actual video, just some dude doing an acoustic cover, but i'm feeling all sorts of "hooray for me" by bad religion.
here's the lyrics, and the rather decent cover I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner, in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America, I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying, and that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds and Damned out loud, he, can you tell me how does it feel? yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing anything that you don't have to? well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me and fuck you. when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank, my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying, I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles, on an endless graveyard train yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing anything just 'cuz you want to? well, that's just what I do so hooray for me and fuck you. yeah, I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning, car black, when she told me "mad and meaningless as ever..", and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme, for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, and never sensible, I've been incredible so damned irascible and I like the things I do so hooray for me and fuck you.
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07-07-2009, 10:21 AM
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Location: Southern California
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James Morrison - Wonderful World
I tried to post the youtube but apparently I don't have enough posts yet (even tho I have more than the 3 it's trying to say I have so far... oh well... another time I'll post the video) I know it's a wonderful world, but I can't feel it right now... It's a wonderful world, from the sky down to the sea, but I can only see it when you're here with me... |
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