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Opeth - Ghost Reveries - Baying of the Hounds
I hear the baying of the hounds In the distance, I hear them devouring Pest ridden jackals of the earth Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests In wait and constant protectors Calling you to sit by his side Your self loathing image in his flesh A revelation upon which you linger His words are flies Swarming towards the true insects Feasting on buried dreams And spreading decay upon your skin His eyes spew forth a darkness That cut through and paralyze Casts light upon your secrets Forced to confront your enemies His mouth is a vortex Sucking you into it's pandemonium Fools you with a helping hand of ashes Reached out in false dismay His body is a country The cities lay dead and beyond despair Friends turned enemies unable to come clean In a rising fog of reeking death Everything you believed is a lie Everyone you loved is a death burden So you take comfort in him And you are receptive to stark wishes No longer struggling to declare your stand You would inflict no harm to others They are unaware of you And in a loop of futile events You are everything, they are nothing Drown in the deep mire With past desires Beneath the mire Drown desire now with you Lined up verses on dead skin "The tainted lips of the stranger Resting upon hers" And I embrace bereavement Everything beloved is shattered anyway I would devote myself to anyone I would accept any flaws I am too weak to resist Tension vibrating with horror Finding the outcast in my eyes Pushing nerves on a puppet Endless poison in my veins Clean intent now tainted with death And so, cold touch now inhumane Every waking hour Awaiting a reverie to unfold And now they are calling me Louder by the minute The baying of the hounds Calling me back to my home |
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PROCLAIMERS - SUNSHINE ON LEITH
~for dana~ My heart was broken, my heart was broken Sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow My heart was broken, my heart was broken You saw it, you claimed it You touched it, you saved it My tears are drying, my tears are drying Thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou My tears are drying, my tears are drying Your beauty and kindness Made tears clear my blindness While I'm worth my room on this earth I will be with you While the chief, puts sunshine on leith I'll thank him for his work And your birth and my birth. |
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Thank You James
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The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves
Upon the sand, upon the bay "There is a quick and easy way" you say Before you illustrate I'd rather state : "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And Pretty Girls Make Graves Oh ... End of the pier, end of the bay You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust, Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll Soon be dust ... " Oh, I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am And Sorrow's native son He will not rise for anyone And Pretty Girls Make Graves Oh really ? Oh ... I could have been wild and I could have Been free But Nature played this trick on me She wants it Now And she will not wait But she's too rough And I'm too delicate Then, on the sand Another man, he takes her hand A smile lights up her stupid face (and well, it would) I lost my faith in Womanhood I lost my faith in Womanhood I lost my faith ... Oh ... |
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For Stef
Just Like Heaven Show me show me show me how you do that trick the one that makes me scream she said the one that makes me laugh she said and threw her arms around my neck show me how you do it and i promise you i promise that i'll run away with you i'll run away with you spinning on that dizzy edge i kissed her face and kissed her head and dreamed of all the different ways i had to make her glow why are you so far away? she said why won't you ever know that i'm in love with you? that i'm in love with you? you soft and only you lost and lonely you strange as angels dancing in the deepest oceans twisting in the water you're just like a dream... you're just like a dream... daylight licked me into shape i must have been asleep for days and moving lips to breathe her name i opened up my eyes and found myself alone alone alone above a raging sea that stole the only girl i loved and drowned her deep inside of me you soft and only you lost and lonely you just like heaven |
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Message In A Bottle
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh More loneliness than any man could bear Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life but Love can break your heart I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore Seems I'm not alone at being alone Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S... |
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Plowed
Will I wake up some dream I made up No I guess it's reality What will chance us or will we mess up our only chance to connect with a dream Say a prayer for me Say a prayer for me Say a prayer for me I'm buried by the sound Of a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage Where i'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground I'm plowed into the sound To see wide open with a head that's broken Hang a life on a tragedy Plow me under the ground that covers the message that is the seed Say a prayer for me Say a prayer for me Say a prayer for me I'm buried by the sound Of a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage Where i'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground I'm plowed into the sound Will I wake up some dream I made up No I guess it's reality |
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American Idiot
Don't wanna be an American idiot. Don't want a nation under the new mania And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind **** America. Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones meant to follow For that's enough to argue. Well maybe I'm the faggot America. I'm not a part of a redneck agenda. Now everybody do the propaganda. And sing along to the age of paranoia Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. Don't wanna be an American idiot. One nation controlled by the media. Information age of hysteria. It's going out to Idiot America Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. |
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"Bob"
He spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink? The doctor said, "What you been thinkin' 'bout?" Bob said, "That's the point, I won't think about nothing Now I gotta do something else," OI OI OI! "To pass the time." Bob shaved his head He got a new identity Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter Gonna take him out, of town They would get away Riding around, as the trucks drive by You could here the mother ****ers go... A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin', now's the time." Will he ever walk the line To all my friends, I feel just great But will he ever walk the line Kickin' ass and bustin' heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Oh will he ever walk the line? |
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"The Bag"
Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was before Saying things I'd say once more There's no reason for me to be here, no I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right I'm not the one to hold the bag Give me something I can sink my teeth into Show me a time, tell me a story That I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from boredom As I watch the people pass I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating Are we all living for the past, never realizing We're clinging to an empty bag Lacking content, significance Conversational ambivalence Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left holding the bag |
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I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms I've been tryin' my best to get along But that's OK There's nothing left to say, but Take your records, take your freedom Take your memories I don't need'em Take your space and take your reasons But you'll think of me And take your cap and leave my sweater 'Cause we have nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better But you'll think of me, you'll think of me I went out driving trying to clear my head I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this And all the baggage that seems to still exist It seems the only blessing I have left to my name Is not knowing what we could have been What we should have been So Take your records, take your freedom Take your memories I don't need'em Take your space and take your reasons But you'll think of me And take your cap and leave my sweater 'Cause we have nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better But you'll think of me Someday I'm gonna run across your mind Don't worry, I'll be fine I'm gonna be alright While you're sleeping with your pride Wishing I could hold you tight I'll be over you And on with my life So take your records, take your freedom Take your memories I don't need'em And take your cap and leave my sweater 'Cause we have nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better But you'll think of me So take your records, take your freedom Take your memories I don't need'em Take your space and all your reasons But you'll think of me And take your cap and leave my sweater 'Cause we got nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah And you're gonna think of me Oh someday baby, someday |
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Air Supply - Making Love Out of Nothing
I know just how to whisper And I know just how to cry I know just where I find the answers And I know just how to lie I know just how to fake it And I know just how to scheme I know just when to face the truth And then I know just when to dream And I know just where I touch you And I know just what to prove I know when to pull you closer And I know when to let you loose And I know the night is fading And I know the time’s gonna fly And I’m never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you But I know I’ve got to give it a try And I know the roads to riches And I know the ways to pain I know all the rules and then I know how to break’em And then I always know the name of the game But I don’t know how to leave you And I’ll never let you fall And I don’t know how you do it Making love out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all Everytime I see you, well the rays of the sun are all Streaming through the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes Like a spotlight The beating of my heart is a drum and it’s lost And it’s looking for a rhythm like you You can take the darkness from the deep of the night And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright I gotta follow it ‘cause everything I know Well, it’s nothing ‘till I give it to you I can make the runner stumble I can make the final block And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle And I can make all the stadiums rock I can make tonight forever Or I can make it disappear by the dawn And I can make you every promise that’s ever been made And I can make all your demons be gone But I’m never gonna make it without you Do you really wanna see me crawl ? And I’m never gonna make it like you do Making love out of nothing at all Making love Out of nothing at all... |
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Gretchen Wilson - REDNECK WOMEN
Well I ain't never Been the barbie doll type No I can't swig that sweet champagne I'd rather drink beer all night In a tavern or in a honky tonk Or on a 4 wheel drive tailgate I've got posters on my wall of Skynard, Kid and Strait Some people look down on me But I don't give a rip I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip Cause I'm a redneck woman And I ain't no high class broad I'm just a product of my raisin' And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw" And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song So here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it country Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me Hell Yeah Hell Yeah Victoria's Secret Well their stuff's real nice Oh but I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal*Mart shelf half price And still look sexy Just as sexy As those models on TV No I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me You might think I'm trashy A little too hard core But get in my neck of the woods I'm just the girl next door Hey I'm redneck woman And I ain't no high class broad I'm just a product of my raisin' And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw" And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me Hell Yeah Hell Yeah I'm redneck woman And I ain't no high class broad I'm just a product of my raisin' And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw" And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long And I know all the words to every Ol' Bocephus song So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me Hell Yeah Hell Yeah Hell Yeah Hell Yeah Hell Yeah Hell Yeah I Said Hell Yeah |
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desperado-eagles
desperado why don't you come to your senses you've been out riding fences for so long now oh you're a hard one i know that you got your reasons these things that are pleasing you will hurt you somehow don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy she'll beat you if she's able the queen of hearts is always your best bet now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table but you only want the one that you can't get desperado you're leading me around your pain and your hunger they're driving you on freedom oh freedom well that's just some people talking your prison is walking through this world all alone don't your feet get cold in the wintertime the sky won't snow and the sun won't shine it's hard to tell the night time from the day the blues and all your highs and lows ain't it funny how the feeling goes away desperado why don't you come to your senses come down from your fence and open the gate it may be raining but there's a rainbow above you you better let somebody love you you better let somebody love you before its too late |
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No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown, Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites As they would mingle with the good people we meet. Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost Along the way. In this great future, you can't forget your past; So dry your tears, I seh. No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. 'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears: No, woman, no cry. the late, GREAT Bob Marley |
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the gates of delirium-yes
stand and fight we do consider, reminded of an inner pact between us thats seen as we go. and ride there in motion to fields in debts of honor defending. stand the marchers soaring talons peaceful lives will not deliver freedom, fighting we know, destroy oppression, the point to reaction as leaders look to you attacking. choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor. kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow. casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force to alter via the war that seen as friction spans the spirits wrath ascending to redeem. wars that shout in screams of anguish, power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver, surely we know in glory we rise to offer, create our freedom, a word we utter a word. words cause our banner, victorious our day. will silence be promised as violence display. the curse increased we fight the power and live by it by day. our gods awake in thunderous roars and guide the leader's hand in paths of glory to the cause. listen, should we fight forever, knowing as we do fear destroys? listen, should we leave our children? listen, our lives stare in silence; help us now. listen, your friends have been broken, they tell us of your poison; now we know. kill them, give them as they give us. slay them, burn their children's laughter on to hell. the first will run, grasp metal to gun. the spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum. our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn. the pen won't stay the demon's wings, the hour approaches poubding out the devil's sermon. soon, oh soon the light, pass within and soothe this endless night and wait here for you our reason to be here soon, oh soon the time, all we move to gain will reach and calm; our heart is open, our reason to be here. long ago, set into rhyme. soon, oh soon the light, ours to shape for all time, ours the right; the sun will lead us, our reason to be here. soon, oh soon the light, ours to shape for all time, ours the right; the sun will lead us, our reason to be here. |
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ESCAPE WITH ROMEO - SOMEBODY
Yes you keep me in motion circling planets will never stop I’m in the canalisation and now I’m coming to the top there’s a train that goes backwards and a will to survive I feel like walking on razorblades black spots (they) cover my life REF: Feel the move start to groove as I fade you should know that I never wait for somebody........... I fell in love with my killer this is hijacked emotion throwing kisses with a machine gun in the name of devotion and you feel good in your prison how long is that going fine out in the critical distance...............I can make the rules of the game |
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 I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you And if I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you And when the money, comes in for the work I do I'll pass almost every penny on to you When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And if I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door fa la la fa la la Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da fa la la fa la la Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you When I go out(When I go out), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you And when I come home(When I come home), yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door fa la la fa la la Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da fa la la fa la la Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da fa la la fa la la Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da fa la la fa la la Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da And I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles To fall down at your door |
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Come Original
You got to You got to Come original you got to come original All entertainers come original You got to come original you got to come original All entertainers Hear why To come original it ain’t nothin' strange You got to represent you got come full range Full range of emotion full range of styles When you come to town you'll have them comin' for miles Come original you got to come original All entertainers come original You got to come original you got to come original All entertainers Hear why Black Eyed Peas they comin' full range and NOFX they comin' full range and Roni Size he comin' full range The one Mr. Vegas you know it ain’t easy A warning to the crews out there who think they’re hot If you’re not original rockers you will get shot Down by the kids neglectin’ your art, the stuff you did Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed Cuz when the lightning flashes sweet electricity All the world then stands revealed with the clarity Of raw voltage, briefly we see and the hope is You’ll be able to tell just what dope is Come original you got to come original All entertainers come original You got to come original you got to come original All entertainers Hear why Funk slap bass mixed with the dancehall and Hip-hop beats and punk guitar and Deadly on the mic is the one SA The name is 311 and you know it ain’t easy This is not a test there’s no time to mope How you gonna cope with radioactive isotope And boss dj illness upon you now quickly Infecting you fast upon the airwaves This message brought to you by the so large system Activate and attune yourself with meditation And green plants they’ve got mad life they’re sentient They’re beautiful as you and they like to dance Everything we do we gotta come original Put your hand up in the air and prepare for battle Sit upon the rhythm like a tire upon a rim We do it non-stop and then we do it again Some a them whine and some a them ***** They can not do it never switch Comin' up from the heart and Delivered with a wild pitch Sit up on top the rhythm like a wild stallion This is the ruling system Come original you got to come original All entertainers come original You got to come original you got to come original All entertainers come original You got to come original you got to come original All entertainers come original You got to come original you got to come original All entertainers Come original |
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GARBAGE - THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH
I know how to hurt I know how to heal I know what to show And what to conceal I know when to talk And I know when to touch No one ever died From wanting too much The world is not enough But it is such a perfect place to start My love And if you're strong enough Together we can take the world apart My love People like us Know how to survive There's no point in living If you can't feel alive We know when to kiss And we know when to kill If we can't have it all Then nobody will The world is not enough But it is such a perfect place to start My love And if you're strong enough Together we can take the world apart My love I, I feel safe I, I feel scared I, I feel ready And yet unprepared The world is not enough But it is such a perfect place to start My love And if you're strong enough Together we can take the world apart My love The world is not enough The world is not enough No, nowhere near enough The world is not enough |
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