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post some lyrics that describe your mood right now
title is pretty self explanatory
kettle black, i caught your act you can not get away with that your caustic bullshit second sight your second's up, you're short on sight |
The rug ripped up in cloth popcorn balls
the walls an old candy striped sack in the corner wrinkled black and white a table held up by legs the peeled back red enamelled mouth of linoleum screamed at the pasteboard door a knob rolled off in some corner sticky a curtain blew into a sink dead flies and newspapers charred fire brown wings and toast Hobo ain't been around for some time the gate danced without its paint on Odd jobs is written on spiders were the window's eyes the sun made them look silver the little girl from in back of the clothesline cast a shadow like a crow it's beak spoke open why doesn't old Odd Jobs come around anymore he used to ride his form-a-heap bike and his basket was a whole candy store he used t'make Xs from door to door all the women and the young girls around here ask why old Jobs don't come on home and the gate without its paint on danced and creaked and moaned here he comes peddlin' up on his form-a-heap bike a bag of skin and bones spokes were scraping two rust fenders |
sleep well my dear sleep well tonight
i ī ll keep away the dreams of hell i ` ll keep away the dwarves from you sleep well my dear sleep well sleep tight my love sleep tight this night don īt wander ībout the blackness īround you don īt wander ībout the dark birds flight sleep tight my love sleep tight sleep tight my love sleep tight this night don īt wander ībout the blackness īround you don īt wander ībout those dark birdsī flight sleep tight my love sleep tight sleep well my love sleep well tonight don īt ask yourself ībout death don īt ask ībout warriors in their fights sleep well my love sleep well sleep well my love sleep well this night as long as you will sleep the knife in your heart is my most loved one sleep well my dear sleep well |
I'm sorry to disturb you, but my strings snapped
I'm sorry I disturbed your cat nap But whilst finishing a chore I asked myself "what for?" Then something snapped I had a relapse A suburban relapse So I throw things at the neighbours Expose myself to strangers Kill myself - or YOU? Now memory's gets hazy I think I must be crazy Cause my strings snapped I had a relapse A suburban relapse Re-lapse! Re-lapse! Sururban Relapse! |
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how can I imagine instrumental lyrics? pretty interesting |
"booooowtschhhhhhhhhh"
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Who's that woman on your arm? All dressed up to do you harm.
And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two. Bit off more than I can chew, and I knew what it was leading to, Some things, well, I cant refuse, One of them, one of them the bedroom blues. She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line, But take the shine right off you shoes, Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues. Oo... In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck. Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight. Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger, Some face youll never see no more. Let it all come down tonight. Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down. |
So now that everybody's gone
You see what change has come In every song you've ever sung You find the words were wrong But now the time is gonna come And there's no feeling lost For everyone you could've loved And made me not to love And all the time I thought your words were mine You held me down As sure as the sun You held me down As sure as the sun Now I could see into your eyes But there's no compromise For anyone you coulda saved But never recognized And now your world is gonna fall But I wont help at all For everyone who sees the place Who knows they cant belong And all the time I thought your words were mine You held me down As sure as the sun You held me down As sure as the sun You've taken away Much more than you gave What keeps me down I'm lost in a rage No one can explain What keeps me down What keeps you down So now that everybody's gone You see no change has come In every song you've ever sung You find the words were wrong And every paper that you read You feel your spirit grieve For everyone who's gonna fall The distance another leaves And all the time I thought your words were mine You held me down As sure as the sun You held me down As sure as the sun You've taken away Much more than you gave What keeps me down I'm lost in a rage No one can explain What keeps me down What keeps you down |
Baby's on fire
better throw her in the water (I'm a bit overheated) |
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Good one :D OI! OI! OI! Brains for dinner Brains for lunch Brains for breakfast Brains for brunch Brains at every single meal, Why can't we have some guts? OI! OI! OI! Brains are all we ever get at this rotten fucking place, Brains are all we ever get, why can't we have a change of pace! Brains for dinner Brains for lunch Brains for breakfast Brains for brunch Brains at every single meal, Why can't we have some guts? Why can't we have some guts? Why can't we have some fucking rotten guts? |
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine with all the rain dogs Taxi, we'd rather walk Huddle in a doorway with the rain dogs For I am a rain dog too Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night For it was all ripe for dreaming Oh, how we danced away all of the lights We've always been out of our minds The rum pours strong and thin Beat out the dustman with the rain dogs Aboard a shipwreck train Give my umbrella to the rain dogs For I am a rain dog too Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You'll never be going back home |
but what is normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
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You want a warning?
You got a warning Stab your back fuck the people |
This contemplation sets my soul afire
Too many decisions that I can't decide I don't know what I'm gonna do... |
Killa beez all over your fuckin planet
Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez.... (The sword? C'mon, give him the sword) Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to... |
Fuck all
fuck all fuck all fuck all |
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Hmmm "Gone in the morning" by Newton Fawkner. I hate the track, but the words are very relevant. I'm at my freinds house, and two freinds have been cannoodling on the floor for much of the night, despite the fact both of their love interests of old are present, one of which is me. So it's 5.38 AM, havn't slept all night, spent much of the night bitching with the other person who feels totally horrible seeing them together - shes now gone to bed, I've commandeered my friend's laptop, and am considering getting the first train home before they wake up. So yeah, "Gone in The Morning"
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My, that was the bleakest thing I've ever commited to words.
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ejaculation is a waste of valuable resources
your kids are not safe from us homosexuals your kids are controlled by the intellectuals your kids will dabble with their devilish stuff your kids will dream about their teacher's muff ejaculation is a waste of valuable resources |
where are those lyrics from?
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Arab on Radar's "Semen on the mount" Check it. Good shit. |
As soon as a clicked on this thread I put on some Bassnectar (techno , no words ) .
I am avoiding an emotional project by drinking cheap liquor that will (and i already start feeling ) result in an allergic asian flush type reaction (im not asian but its when the liquor cannot break down and causes rashes and tachychardia and that sort of thing ) |
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I've been meaning to check out Arab on Radar for some time now, I'm a Chinese Stars fan so I guess I'll probably dig them - certainly good lyrics |
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AoR is nothing like Chinese Stars really. The stars are very dancy and shit. Arab on Radar is just fucked up. neo no wave. |
my idea of fun, is to...
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"My Idea of Fun Is Killing Everyone!!!!" |
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Ha - neo no wave huh, sounds strangely appealing. |
Kerosene around, something to do
There's Kerosene around, find something to do There's Kerosene around, find something to do Kerosene around, find something to do Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire |
I just cant be happy today
I just cant be happy today A lot of you know Theres not a smile Thers no feeling bad Without feeling fine Thers a price on your head Nobody sighed when justice is read I just cant be happy today I just cant be happy today Theyre closing the schools Theyre burning the books The church is in ruins The priests hang on hooks The radios been banned The armys in power The devil commands Illegal to dance Forbidden to cry You do what youre toldyou never ask why Ignore all those fools They dont understand We make our own rules I just cant be happy today I just cant be happy today I just cant be happy Just cant be happy Just cant be happy today I just cant be happy Just cant be happy Just cant be happy today sorry to get all emo on your asses wait, the damned could never be emo. or PRETTY VACANT. or BLANK GENERATION. or any other nihilistic punk song. |
no no. no. fuck that. here we go.
I'M GONNA SMASH IT UP UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT |
Yeah !
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"good day sunshine"
NOT |
There's something groovy and good
Bout whatever we got And it's getting better Growing stronger warm and wilder |
I was thinking about this the other day, and this lyric seemed to fit in with my feelings:
Anyone at all, I just can't live with anyone at all I just can't live with, anyone at all etc. It's from "Sometimes" by Laughing Clowns/Ed Kuepper. By the way, I'm feeling better now, so these lyrics have ceased to describe my mood. |
I got a garbage brain, it's drivin' me insane
And I don't like your ride, so push that pesticide And baby I won't care, cuz baby I don't scare Cuz I'm a reborn maggot using germ warfare Rockin'....zzzzz |
Turn to my eyes so I may still you
Snatching such a vision burns a shape into me Yet another hole, yet another hole in this infested soul In this infested soul Could I keep you, keep you, keep you, keep you Here in my pocket, and hang you out and show around? Not much, not too much, oh let it ring Oh let it ring oh let it ring wow! let it ring... And maybe in time I could change And I would try to be you and I would kill to be good Until then, let’s be eye to eye to eye to eye to eye So say a spell, so say a spell |
Plastic people, oh baby now you're such a drag.
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all i wanna do is BANG BANG BANG BANG
and uh and take your monaaayyyy |
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