Broken Saints

[Bishop]

Some velvet underground favourites of mine. thank you lou reed.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

I'm Waiting For The Man

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Heroin

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know

The Gift

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months, and all he had to show were three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls.
True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin and he to Locust, Pennsylvania she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity.
She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement.
She would remain faithful. But lately Waldo had begun to worry.
He had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams.
He lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his printed quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes,
As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal,
Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him.
Daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts.
And the thing was, they wouldn't understand who she really was.
He, Waldo, alone, understood this.
He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche.
He had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn't there. (Awww.)
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers Parade was scheduled to appear.
He had just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar-fifty
And had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing more than a circular form the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awning needs.
At least they cared enough to write.

It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in
the mails. Then it struck him: he didn't have enough
money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly
simple. He would ship himself parcel post special
delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket
to purchase the necessary equipment. He bought
masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized
cardboard box, just right for a person of his build.
He judged that with a minimum of jostling he could
ride quite comfortably. A few airholes, some water, a
selection of midnight snacks, and it would probably be
as good as going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly
packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up
at three o'clock. He'd marked the package "FRAGILE"
and as he sat curled up inside, resting in the foam
rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried
to picture the look of awe and happiness on Marsha's
face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped
the deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo
finally there in person. She would kiss him, and then
maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package
and he felt himself borne up. He landed with a thud
in a truck and then he was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It
had been a very rough weekend. She had to remember
not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about it
though. After it was over he'd said that he still
respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way
of nature and even though no, he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they
were grown adults. Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo --
but that seemed many years ago. Sheila Klein, her
very, very best friend walked in through the porch
screen door into the kitchen. "Oh God, it's
absolutely maudlin outside."
"Ugh, I know what you mean, I feel all icky." Marsha
tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk
outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt
grains on the kitchen table, licked her finger and
made a face.
"I'm supposed to be taking these salt pills, but," she
wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing
up."
Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an
exercise she'd seen on television. "God, don't even
talk about that." She got up from the table and went
to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and
blue vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than
steak." And attempted to touch her knees. "I don't
think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again." She gave up
and sat down, this time nearer the small table that
supported the telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she
said to Sheila's glance.
Sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "After last night, I
thought maybe you'd be through with him."
"I know what you mean. My God, he was like an
octopus. Hands all over the place." She gestured,
raising her arms upward in defense. "The thing is
after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you
know, and after all he didn't really do anything
Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him, you
know what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila
was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "I'll tell
you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," she
bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to," and now she
was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence
Darrow Post Office rang the door bell of the large
stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in.
He had his yellow and his green slips of paper signed
and left with a fifteen-cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mothers small beige pocket book in
the den. "What do you think it is?" Sheila asked.
Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. S
he stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in
the middle of the living room. "I don't know."

Inside the package Waldo quivered with excitement as
he listened to the muffled voices. Sheila ran her
fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the
center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the
return address and see who it is from?" Waldo felt
his heart beating. He could feel the vibrating
footsteps. It would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the
ink-scratched label. "Ugh, God, it's from Waldo!"
"That schmuck," said Sheila. Waldo trembled with
expectation. "Well, you might as well open it," said
Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the stapled flap.

"Ahh, shit," said Marsha groaning. "He must have
nailed it shut." They tugged at the flap again. "My
God, you need a power drill to get this thing opened."
They pulled again. "You can't get a grip!" They
both stood still, breathing heavily.
"Why don't you get the scissors," said Sheila. Marsha
ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a
little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement.
She ran downstairs and when she came back, she had a
large sheet-metal cutter in her hand.
"This is the best I could find." She was very out of
breath. "Here, you do it. I'm gonna die." She sank
into a large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily.
Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape
and the end of the cardboard, but the blade was too
big and there wasn't enough room. "Godamn this
thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then,
smiling, "I got an idea."
"What?" said Marsha.
"Just watch," said Sheila touching her finger to her
head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with
excitement that he could barely breathe. His skin
felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart
beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila
stood quite upright and walked around to the other
side of the package. Then she sank down to her knees,
grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath
and plunged the long blade through the middle of the
package, through the middle of the masking tape,
through the cardboard, through the cushioning and
(thud) right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head,
which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs
of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun.

Here She Comes Now

Now, if she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now...
Now, if she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now...

Ah oh, it looks so good
Ah oh, she's made out of wood
Just look and see

Oh, it's made out of wood
Just look and see now
She ever comes, she ever comes now
Now, now, now, now
She ever, ever, ever comes n-n-n-now...
_________________
sometimes I have to wind up my clock so the hands will point in different special ways

[StellarVisions]

Oh hell, I am all over this one!


This is a song that's had a huge impact on me, because there are lyrics (which, like a dork, I'll bold) which are a pretty good descriptor of my situation.

[Jacob Anderson]

"Gravity" Sean McDonald

The ways of this world are grabbing a hold
Won't let me go, won't let me fly by
It takes it's toll down on my soul
‘Cause I know what I need in my life
Don't let me lose my sight of You
Don't let me lose my sight
I don't want to fall away from You
Gravity is pulling me on down
I don't want to fall away from You
Gravity is pulling me to the ground
This world keeps making me cry
But I'm going to try, going to try to fly, going to fly high
Don't want to give into the sin, want to stay in You ‘til the end
Don't want to lose my sight of You
Don't want to lose my sight
I want to fly
Into the sky
Turn my back on this old world
Leave it all behind
This place is not my home
It's got nothing for me
Only leaves me emptiness
And tears in my eyes
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The familiar forum frequenter formerly known as bigjact

[Mooshou]

[TClaymore]

"I Can't Be Cool"

Composed by: Yoko Kanno
Lyrics by: Ilaria Graziano

Original Italian Lyrics:
Non credi che sia il momento di capire?
Decidere di non restare immobili?
Senti...
Le voci che vendono ricchezze vane,
L'inganno del potere che consumerà l'ara..

I can't be cool... (tra le catene)
I can't be cool... (ad occhi chiusi)
I can't be cool sotto i resti di un sonno profondo
Fatto di guerre in nome di dio

Tu pensi di possedere la tua vita
Sotto il controllo di uomini avidi?
Senti...
Le voci che vogliono trovare pace
Sono oscurate dai potenti sovrani del buio

I can't be cool... (senza parole)
I can't be cool... (senza reagire)
I can't be cool perché so già che l'indifferenza
Chiude le porte dell'umanità

I can't be cool... (tra le catene)
I can't be cool... (ad occhi chiusi)
I can't be cool sotto i resti di un sonno profondo
Fatto di guerre in nome di dio...

Tra le catene...
I can't be cool... (senza reagire)
I can't be cool perché so già che l'indifferenza
Chiude le porte dell'umanità

Se vorrai un'altra realtà
Avrai il dono più grande
Sarà la tua libertà
Senti.....
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Translated Lyrics
Don't you think it's time to understand?
To decide, not staying still?
Feel it...
The voices that sell futile riches,
The delusion of the power that'll wear out the air...

I can't be cool... (trapped in chains)
I can't be cool... (with eyes closed)
I can't be cool in the arms of deep sleep
While war is waged in the name of God.

Do you think your life belongs to you
Under the rule of covetous men?
Feel it...
The voices that wish to find peace
And that are stifled by the powerful kings of darkness...

I can't be cool... (without words)
I can't be cool... (without reacting)
I can't be cool because I already know that indifference
Closes the doors of humanity.

I can't be cool... (trapped in chains)
I can't be cool... (with eyes closed)
I can't be cool in the arms of deep sleep
While war is waged in the name of God.

Trapped in chains...
I can't be cool... (without reacting)
I can't be cool because I already know that indifference
Closes the doors of humanity

If you wish for another reality,
You'll have greatest gift.
It'll be your freedom.
Feel it...
_________________
"The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her to the flies."
-Mr. Faber; Fahrenheit 451

"No matter where you go, people are connected."
-Lain Iwakura

[Shai hulud]

Strapping Young Lad -SYL

[Mooshou]

[NarbYehoot]

Against Me! - Those Anarcho Punx are Mysterious

We're all presidents,
We're all congressmen,
We're all cops
In waiting.
We're the workers of the world.
There is the elite and the dispossessed
And it's only about survival,
Who has skill to play the game
For all it's worth,
Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection.
Let's try to keep
As much emotion out of this
As possible.
Let's try not to remember any names.
We'll do it for our country,
For our people,
For a moral vision.
United, we'll make them remember
Our history,
Or how we like to be told...
How we like to be told,
And we rock,
Because it's us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it's so much less confusing
When lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system.
It's just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking about guns,
Talking like they're going to war
'Cause they found something to die for.
Start taking back what they stole;
Sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well, do you really fucking get it?

Dead Kennedys - Nazi Punks Fuck Off

Punk ain’t no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain’t hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks FUCK OFF!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks FUCK OFF!

If you’ve come to fight, get outa here
You ain’t no better than the bouncers
We ain’t trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain’t anarchy

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks FUCK OFF!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks FUCK OFF!

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you’ve got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They’re coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you’ll be the first to go

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks FUCK OFF!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks FUCK OFF!

You’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go
Unless you think¡
_________________

My music>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>your music

[myridean]

[SugarLips]

"A Murder of One" - Counting Crows

Blue morning Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten,
Doesn't have to mean you're on your own
You can look outside your window
He doesn't have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream

Are you happy where you're sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry?
Does he tell you when you're wrong?
I've been watching you for hours
It's been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I've been wondering where we've gone

All your life is such a shame shame shame
All your love is just a dream dream dream

I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there
counting crows
One for sorrow Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you'd let me in

All your life is such a shame shame shame
All your love is just a dream dream dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames flames flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don't want to waste your life baby
I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change

[FallenAngel]

Dave Matthews Band
Bartender

If I go
Before I'm old
Oh, brother of mine
Please don't forget me if I go

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Oh, and if I die
Before my time
Oh, sweet sister of mine
Please don't regret me if I die

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

I'm on bended knees, I pray
Bartender, please

When I was young, I didn't think about it
Now I just can't get it off my mind

I'm on bended knees
Father, please

If all this gold
Should steal my soul away
Oh, dear mother of mine
Please redirect me if this gold...

Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
It's roots deep, deep in the ground

Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
It's roots deep, deep in the ground
In the ground...

I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please

I'm on bended knees
Father, please

When I was young, I didn't dream about it
Now I think about it all the time

I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
Bartender, please




*sighs*



ALSO

The Dreaming Tree

Standing here
The old man said to me,
"Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree."
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time
Now progress takes away
What forever took to find
And now he's falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree

Conquered fear to climb
A moment froze in time
When the girl who first he kissed
Promised him she'd be his
Remembered mother's words
There beneath the tree
"No matter what the world
You'll always be my baby."
"Mommy come quick,
The dreaming tree has died."
The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died

Oh, have you no pity?
This thing I do
I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk?
Can you take pity?
I don't ask much
But won't you speak, please?

From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
Gave it all she had
But treasures slowly fade
Now she's falling hard
Feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart?
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knee
How he had promised her,
"You'll always be my baby."
"Daddy come quick,
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died."

Oh, if I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk?
Can you take pity?
I don't ask much
But won't you speak, please?

Take me back, take me back, take me back...

Save me please.
_________________
"That's what happens when you play catch without arms."

"did I dream this belief?
or did i believe this dream?"

[Mooshou]

[SugarLips]

"Love Song" - Five for Fighting

Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes
Put away that bullshit, big boys they don’t cry to their Mamas
She’ll be back soon
Put away your raincoat and make your bed
Take another bullet right to your head
Now, we’re going on a picnic and we’ll get there soon

She says "Maybe it’s over"
He says "There’s plenty more fish in the sea"
I say "Don’t go away from me"­

Put away your dinner and have a snack
Tie your little brother up in a sack
Now, we’re moving to the country and we’ll get there soon (she says)
Pack up all the things that you don’t deserve
Take another swing, well,­ here comes a curve ball
I bet you can’t hit it cause you swing to soon

She says "Maybe it’s over"
He says "There’s plenty more fish in the sea"
I say "Don’t go away,­
Don’t go away
Please don’t go away from me"­

Take those damn pictures off that shelf
Put away your Mommy you don’t need her
I found you a new one­ she’ll be here soon

She says "My God, it’s over"
He says "I found another fish in the sea"
I say "Why me?,
Why me?
Why me?
Why is it me?"

[Theratt]

"Eulogy" - Tool

He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd he had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart. We'll miss him. No way to recall what it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing and so loud. Standing above the crowd, he had a voice so strong and loud and I swallowed his façade cuz I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground, someone who seemed to feel the same, someone prepared to lead the way, with someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin' lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified for your sins and your lies. Goodbye...

An excellent song...to say the least. It works very well for BS.

Ratt the interceptor

[Midnight Writer]

"Your Horoscope For Today"-Weird Al

Aquarius
There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day

Pisces
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus
You are the tru Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say

Aries
The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep

Taurus
You will never find tru happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep

That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today

Gemini
Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence
Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest

Cancer
The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test

Leo
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face, oh no
Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik

Virgo
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you
Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick

That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today

Now you may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely
that the relative position of the planets and the stars could have
a special deep significance or meaning that exclusively applies to only you,
but let me give you my assurance that these forcasts and predictions
are all based on solid, scientific, documented evidence, so you would have
to be some kind of moron not to reaize that every single one of the is absolutely true.

Where was I?

Libra
A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you
Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week

Scorpio
Get ready for an unexpected trip when you call screaming from an open window
Work a little bit harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak

Sagittarius
All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them)
Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den

Capricorn
The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying
If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again

That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today

That's your horoscope for today (that's your horoscope for today)
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today (yay yay yay yay yay)
That's your horoscope for today
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It's convoluted revivification!


Drink Raimi Coke!
"Something blasphemous, yet seductive."

[TClaymore]

Jim Croce (also redone by Harry Chapin, Judy Collins, and Ugly Kid Joe) - Cat's in the Cradle

My child arrived just the other day.
He came to the world in the usual way,
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away,
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon,
When you coming home, Dad? I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then...

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad! Come on, let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today.
I got a lot to do," he said, "That's OK."
He walked away, but his smile never did, and said
"I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him..."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon,
When you coming home, Dad? I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then...

Well, he came from college just the other day.
So much like a man, I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'm feeling like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See ya later, can I have them, please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon,
When you coming home, son? I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then...

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day...

I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to Dad, if I could find the time...

You see my new job's a hassle, and the kids have the flu.
But it's sure nice talking to you Dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you..."

And as I hung up the phone, it occured to me...
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon,
When you coming home, son? I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then...

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon,
When you coming home, son? I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then...
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"The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her to the flies."
-Mr. Faber; Fahrenheit 451

"No matter where you go, people are connected."
-Lain Iwakura

[Mooshou]

[Mooshou]

*bump!*

[TClaymore]

Dir en Grey - Embryo

Japanese Lyrics:

sou senkyuuhyakuhachijuusannen natsu no asa itsumo yoko ni wa daisukina mama ga ite
ne itsumo mitai ni watashi ni hohoemi kakete yo teri tsukeru asa ibitsuna hyoujou ukabete

shimetsuketa mama no kubisuji tenjou kara burasagaru nara baibai Mother
mugon no namida kurushimi fukaku taekirezu ni hana wa chiru yuku watashi wa hitori

Without a Face aegu koe
Without a Face hizumu koe

saa watashi wo okashite ki ga sumu made papa no mono yo
hora ue kara mama ga watashi tachi wo mioroshiteru

My Sweet Mother hohoende kokoro ga ne harisakete waratteru
Deadly Sweet Mother nikushimi to hakike saki gaman shite machimashou dakare nagara

mou senkyuuhyakukyuujuuninen fuyu no yoru itsumo yoko ni wa daikiraina papa ga ite
ne itsumo mitai ni kyou mo watashi wo daiteru papa no hitomi wo mihiraite yakitsuke

shinobaseta are wo tsukitate yatsu no kubisuji fukaku tsuyoku baibai Father
hadaka no mama yukigeshiki ni saku makkana hana chimidoro ni saki watashi wa hitori

My Sweet Mother hohoende kokoro ga ne harisakete waratteru
Deadly Sweet Mother nikushimi to hoho wo nagare namida wa kare kisetsu ga kare
My Sweet Mother hohoende kokoro ga ne harisakete waratteru
Deadly Sweet Mother migomotta kodomo naiteiru hakike wo gaman shimashou
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Translated Lyrics:

Ah a summer morning in 1983, always at the side of my beloved Mama.
Please smile at me like you always do, the morning light shining on you, distorting your face.

Mama's strangled neck, she hangs lifelessly from the heavens, I guess it's bye bye Mother.
Unable to bear the silent tears and deep pain, the flower dies; I am alone.

Without a face - gasping voice.
Without a face - distorted voice.

Come, rape me, until you get it out of your system. I'm yours Papa.
But you know, Mama's looking down on us from up there.

My Sweet Mother, smile, cause my heart's about to tear apart laughing.
Deadly Sweet Mother the hate spreads with the nausea,
But I'll be patient and hold it in, while he fucks me.

Now it's a winter night in 1992, always at the side of the Papa I despise.
Well, today, like always he's fucking me again.
I keep my eyes open to remember the look in Papa's eyes.

I fiercely plunge what I had hidden straight and deep into the back of his neck - bye bye Father.
Naked. The deep-red flowers blooming in the winter scenery, blossoming as a sea of blood;
I am alone.

My Sweet Mother, smile, cause my heart's about to tear apart laughing
Deadly Sweet Mother, with the hate, the tears running down my cheek dry up, the season dries up.
My Sweet Mother, smile, cause my heart's about to tear apart laughing.
Deadly Sweet Mother, the child I'm pregant with is crying, but I'll hold down the vomit.


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Here's another.
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Dir en Grey - Obscure

Japanese Lyrics:

tsurushita kougetsu konyoi de ikutsu...

...
awanai hada to
hada wo shoku shite
fukami no doko e shizumu
aketa nuno wo
kakiwakenagara
hebi wa tainai e fukaku

hirari hirari to
kanashige ni mau
somei yoshino ni wa nareru
yogore wa michita
hiran no tsuki to
outo no yoru eguritore

...
oboete iru no deshou?

megen iro...yoru ga hajimari hito ga hishimeku
zakuro iro...toge wo sashite anata wa kieru

himekoto kakusu mijukuji no tsurushita kougetsu konyoi de ikutsu

...
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
...
oboete iru no deshou?

kogane iro... toge no haeta kumo ni naritai
namida iro... kioku wo megurasete
megen iro... yoru ga hajimari hito ga hishimeku
zakuro iro... toge wo sashite anata wa kieru
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Translated Lyrics:

How many with the hanging crimson moon tonight.

...
When you don't get along well,
You destroy relationships,
Sinking into somewhere deep.
While pushing aside open cloth,
A snake goes deep into the womb.

Quickly quickly,
You can become the cherry blossoms
Which dance in sadness,
Seize up the moon of inflammation,
Filled with filth
And a night of vomiting.

...
You remember don't you?

Blinding colors... night begins and people clamor about.
Pomegranate colors...prick a thorn and you disappear.

How many with the crimson moon hung by an inexperienced child, hiding secrets, tonight.

...
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
Bloody Baby & Sacrifice!
...
You remember don't you?

Gold colors... I want to become the spider that grew the thorn.
Teardrop colors... making the memories go by.
Blinding colors... night begins and people clamor about.
Pomegranate colors...prick a thorn and you disappear.
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"The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her to the flies."
-Mr. Faber; Fahrenheit 451

"No matter where you go, people are connected."
-Lain Iwakura

[Mooshou]