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« Reply #60 on: February 03, 2006, 06:38:44 PM »
Be Yourself
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« Reply #61 on: February 04, 2006, 02:37:22 AM »
Artist: Beyonce ft. Slim Thug
Song: Check On It

[Slim Thug]
You need to stop playing round with all them clowns and the wangstas
Good girls gotta get down with them gangstas
Go head girl put some back and some neck up on it
While I stand up in the background and check up on it

[Chorus]
Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over check up on it, I'm gone let you work up on it
Ladies let em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight

If you got flaunt it, boy I know you want it
While I turn around you watch me check up on it
Oohhh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face
Ya can't take it, it's blazin, you watch me in amazement
You can look at it, as long as you don't grab it
If you don't go braggin, I'ma let you have it
You think that I'm teasin, but I ain't got no reason
I'm sure that I can please ya, but first I gotta read you

[Chorus]
Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over check up on it, I'm gone let you work up on it
Ladies let em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2]

I can tell you wanna taste it, but I'm gone make you chase it
You got to be patient, I like my men patient
More patience, you take might get you in more places
You can't be abrasive, have to know to pace it
If I let you get up on it, you gotta make a promise
That you gone put it on me, like no ones put it on me
Don't bore me, just show me, all men talk but don't please
I can be a tease, but I really wanna please you

[Chorus]
Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over check up on it, I'm gone let you work up on it
Ladies let em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2]

[Slim Thug]
I'm checking on you boo, do what chu do
And while dance I'ma glance at this beautiful view
I'm keep my hands in my pants, I need to glue em w/ glue
I'm in a trance all eyes on you and your crew
Me and my mans don't dance, but to feel ya'll bump and grind
It won't hurt if you gone try one time
They all hot, but let me see this ones mine
Its slim thug and DC outta H town

[Chorus]
Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see
Won't you come over check up on it, I'm gone let you work up on it
Ladies let em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight [x4]
"The crazier you are, the more fun you have in life!"


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« Reply #62 on: February 04, 2006, 02:54:57 AM »
Artist: Norma Jean
Album: Bless The Martyr And Kiss The Child
Title: Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To Destroy It

    Your eyes, your concrete eyes. Cross crisscross
    my path... Walking in circular patterns. Shoe shine
    your ammo, polish your metal. I need not your wicked
    weapons. My war is not with someone like you. A
    string of blood that is not my own strings between.
    Increase time and it will fall into place. a sword
    and my heart. So much so that it makes its way through
    my throat giving me thought to speak. This becomes my
    pistol. This becomes my dagger of my time. Don't sell
    out It all comes to. This becomes your future. Unseen
    war. Your weapons are useless. Drop the gun. Golden
    gun. Like bringing a knive to a gun fight.
    [/list]

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    « Reply #63 on: February 04, 2006, 03:53:48 AM »
    Hooker
    By Bea Tal Placido

    http://www.onlymebea.com/04.mp3

    I am sending you a little room to breathe
    why don't you tell me exactly what you want from me
    'cos I'm a little twisted, a little left of where I need to be
    and you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
    and I hate you 'cos you're right
    and I only pretend to get off when I'm beneath you
    Does that hurt you?
    Did I fool you?

    'Cos you're not fooling me
    Although my eyes were closed the whole time I could see
    Don't go thinking you have conquered me
    One of your conquests to be won so easily

    All I ask of you in not so many words was to walk beside me
    but that was just too much to ask
    That's okay 'cos somehow I knew deep down inside me
    you weren't capable of that
    I don't know why you can't be just a little bit sweet to me
    I don't know why you can't be not vain for a change
    anymore these days when I think about you I get a little queezy
    Did you think I was easy?[/code]

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    « Reply #64 on: February 04, 2006, 11:32:17 AM »
    Artist: Hot Cross
    Album: A New Set of Lungs
    Title: Lend Me Your Brain (I'm Building an Idiot)

    12 x 12 lives to live...The dimensions of disaster keep this ark afloat with letters posted at the price of pride...And they fail us. Yet flow with the missed chance of one last taste of affection. You have nothing on these miserable jokes of intimate pasts and the rose coloured lense of truth. And all the unconscious unfolded unspoken - Remember - There's something to be said for the ones you think of last when there's nothing left to salvage from your fucking past. I've stopped drawing that scene and started speaking in tongues. A new state of mind is long overdue, it's time I inhaled with a new set of lungs.

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    « Reply #65 on: February 04, 2006, 08:46:14 PM »
    AC/DC

    Big balls

    Well I'm upper upper class high society
    God's gift to ballroom notoriety
    And I always fill my ballroom
    The event is never small
    The social pages say I've got
    The biggest balls of all

    I've got big balls
    I've got big balls
    They're such big balls
    And they're dirty big balls
    And he's got big balls
    And she's got big balls
    (But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

    And my balls are always bouncing
    My ballroom always full
    And everybody cums and cums again
    If your name is on the guest list
    No one can take you higher
    Everybody says I've got
    Great balls of fire

    I've got big balls
    Oh I've got big balls
    And they're such big balls
    Dirty big balls
    And he's got big balls
    And she's got big balls
    (But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

    Some balls are held for charity
    And some for fancy dress
    But when they're held for pleasure
    They're the balls that I like best
    My balls are always bouncing
    To the left and to the right
    It's my belief that my big balls
    Should be held every night

    We've got big balls
    We've got big balls
    We've got big balls
    Dirty big balls
    He's got big balls
    She's got big balls
    (But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

    (We've got big balls)
    (We've got big balls)

    And I'm just itching to tell you about them
    Oh we had such wonderful fun
    Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish
    (But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
    Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you, Crom... so grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you!

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    « Reply #66 on: February 05, 2006, 12:58:31 AM »
    seriously if you don't know the words to barbie girl then don't even bother looking them up

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    « Reply #67 on: February 05, 2006, 11:08:42 AM »
    Linkin Park - Faint



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    « Reply #68 on: February 05, 2006, 04:41:31 PM »
    a movie with sean connery and some other guy....obviously not important

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    « Reply #69 on: February 05, 2006, 05:08:12 PM »
    Artist: The Blood Brothers
    Album: Crimes
    Title: Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck

    Those tire tracks
    Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait
    The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets
    The wincing relatives...

    You bid her farewell then got in your car
    And that's the last thing that you can recall
    And when they pulled you out
    You didn't know your name
    Exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...

    You met Jane four years ago today
    Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party
    Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance
    Her tired underpants...

    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Rhymes with pity now
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Rhymes with sympathy now

    Jane let you touch and feel her
    She was so free like a pineapple in a tree, but
    You said it's dangerous
    To be so intimate
    You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous

    And Jane said when she laid on her back
    The sun hit her body like an ugly landscape

    But some things never get better
    Like used cars and bad livers
    So you traded her in for a better looking brand
    One with fake porno tits
    A pad lock on her lips
    Disposable tan
    Biodegradable hands

    Back at the hospital
    You got no visitors at all
    She visits you in your sleep
    But that newspaper gown is always on fire

    She met him a week after you left her
    When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector
    He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
    And then they did all the things
    You never said that you wanted
    And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull
    And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold
    Yesterday you gave your burden a name
    Yesterday you gave your burden a face

    But your burden looks an awful lot like her

    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Rhymes with pity now
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Rhymes with sympathy now
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    Love, love, love, love, love, love
    (Scream!)

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    « Reply #70 on: February 05, 2006, 07:21:13 PM »
    Artist: Trivium
    Album: Ascendancy
    Title: A Gunshot To The Head Of Trepidation

      You starve your children on neglet
      Then feed their bellies with fear
      Concussion bat to the brain
      Witness to a battered mother
      Your abuse will end right here
      No longer will your family fear
      A gunshot to head of trepidation
      My promise if you ever lay a finger
      Just look at the scars you make
      Your terror makes your kids break
      A broken home just as you were raised
      With fist raised up to your children
      This battle is on all
      You've made beautiful
      Now hateful
      You wretched life wrecker
      Abuser
      Now suffer
      Open fire
      On the desire of the man
      Open fire
      With strife we'll strike down the hand
      (Open fire, build the pyre)
      If I can't make you see the damage you've made
      (Open fire, build the pyre)
      I'll make you wish you'd never been alive
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      « Reply #71 on: February 05, 2006, 09:23:51 PM »
      Artist: Linkin Park
      Album: Hybrid Theory
      Song: Crawling

      [Chorus:]
      Crawling in my skin
      These wounds they will not heal
      Fear is how I fall
      Confusing what is real

      There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
      Consuming/confusing
      This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
      Controlling/I can't seem

      [Bridge:]
      To find myself again
      My walls are closing in
      (without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
      I've felt this way before
      So insecure

      [Chorus]

      Discomfort,endlessly has pulled itself upon me
      Distracting/reacting
      Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
      It's haunting how I can't seem...

      [Bridge]

      [Chorus]

      [Chorus]
      "The crazier you are, the more fun you have in life!"


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      « Reply #72 on: February 08, 2006, 12:04:27 AM »
      Artist: It Dies Today
      Album: The Caitiff Choir
      Title: Severed Ties Yield Severed Heads

        The eve of my collapse I was feeling slightly murderous,
        So I intercepted Cupid's arrow.
        With passion and precision I severed the pig's head.
        [chorus:] It's the way she looks at me and
        Possesses me to collect the head of anyone,
        Collect the head of those who look her way.
        It's the way her whispers seems to kiss my ear,
        I'd collect the head of anyone,
        Collect the head of those graced by her voice.[/chorus]

        Her mournful screams were like a melody of unimaginable beauty.
        I forced her hand in mine as we danced to her song of lament.
        Oh how I reveled in the gratification,
        This slaying of a most loathsome one.
        [chorus]
        Dance, dance with me tonight,
        So you may see what our "truest" love has made of me.
        [chorus] [/i][/list]

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        « Reply #73 on: February 08, 2006, 02:03:10 AM »
        my father and his GF arguing over the use of a buff brush to a nail file

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        « Reply #74 on: February 08, 2006, 02:47:09 AM »
        Artist: Cruxshadows
        Album: Mystry of the Whisper
        Song: Insomnia (A Ghost Story)

        You're lying awake
        the room is different the walls dissolve
        replaced by sky
        horizon blackening twilight
        beckoning
        as the clouds are stretching wide
        little holes
        that light is clawing to get through
        but hope is shifting
        with the shadows
        that are drifting on the ceiling as you move

        are you awake???
        sour thoughts are dancing now
        all around your head
        shoulders shake... chattering teeth
        the cold wind rips the covers from
        your bed
        the apparition-
        the eyes are digging
        heart is pounding
        eyelids will not close
        your voice is failing
        the screams derailing
        and she stands so near to you

        and nothing is sweeter than the songs you're
        seeing
        begging for the colder hand she hides
        floating
        flowing
        her soul is hunting
        glimmer
        shimmer
        white lights breaking
        and fluid cries
        she's reaching
        screeching
        imploring
        seething
        and the haunting
        hurting
        spilling
        no one knows
        a kiss-like smile that leaves you beguiled
        fading darkness and the whisper of a ghost
        "The crazier you are, the more fun you have in life!"


         

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