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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 1:50 am
what are lyrics that you can most relate to in songs? Right now for me its Im A Fake- The Used and Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I dont know what it is but I can just really relate to these songs.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:59 pm
Slow Suicide by JamisonParker. (Just the bolded parts are what I can relate to.)
It's the nightlife that gets them off;
So desperately they wait for the excuse of love.
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers;
We all die like infants,
And we trust like mirrors.
[pre-chorus]
It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings,
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.
[chorus]
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.
(Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
It's the love of guilt that forms the habit
Of being dramatically over-dramatic.
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers;
We all die like infants,
And we trust like mirrors.
[pre-chorus]
It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings,
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.
It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings,
(It's a desperate place for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes)
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.
(A desperate place for a desperate...and they sing)
[chorus x2]
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.
(Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.
(Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
[bridge x2]
The songs they sing are in the key
Of the illusion of pain and its irony.
In the midst of lust and dropping names
The drugs they numb and they keep us sane.
[chorus x2]
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.
(Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.
(Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:06 pm
Skyclad - Another Fine Mess A girl read my runes in the warm dressing room, It was then that I started to think There has to be something really worth hunting - I reach for another strong drink. For ten lonely years - that's my reward. My ego and I we have faced many dangers.
Fear and self loathing have never been strangers.Nobody knows of the depths we have been to - Or all the fine messes we've got ourselves into. For ten lonely years - that's my reward. In my world far removed from the actual - Safe in my small amorality capsule. I cruise far aloof from the other world's laws-
Hiding behind tinted windows and doors.I'm so tired of living - Too weary to cry, Too stubborn to give in -
Curl up and die.This whole situation has I must confess, All the tell-tale signs of another fine mess. I've been run aground - a ship in a bottle,
Caught in the eye of the storm.
Deep in my strife found the meaning of life -
You're dying the moment you're born.My heart bears the scars even time can't disguise, If you only knew what I've seen through these eyes. Oftimes overwhelmed by the feelings of doubt,
I have crawled in a bottle to shut them all out.Will I drown in the sweat of this chemical dream,
With far too much blood in my alcohol stream?When Mr. Jack Daniels has read my last rights - His friend 'Billy Whizz' comes to turn on the lights. First we were plastered in Paris, Then we were frying in Greece. Caught between heaven and hellfire, Send for an ambulance - fetch me a priest. I've been run aground - a ship in a bottle, Caught in the eye of a storm. Deep in my strife found the meaning of life - You're dying the moment you're born. "A band on ship" the captain cried, We bought damnation duty-free.Now we're floating with the tide - "The silent whales of lunar sea." I've been run aground - a ship in a bottle, Caught in the eye of the storm. Deep in my strife found the meaning of life - You're dying the moment you're born.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:28 pm
Do what you will with this.
Dialogue Symphonie-x
Moi dix Mois
I am the Dis from darkness of your destiny
I see pieces of blood flow
I whisper and sweetly fall into corruption
our intertwining sighs maddeningly enfold everything
if I am unforgivable...
as if piling up, violently falling away...
thus it is with you
I will never forget the promise we made that day
the oath I swore upon my breast
we look at each other; our scars wash away in the flow of memories as we fall to sleep
if it is forbidden...
as if piling up, violently falling away...
thus it is with you
my entombed memories of that day of grief
are dissolved by our kiss
as if piling up, violently falling away...
thus it is with you
time stops forever...
thus, in the light
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:20 am
Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And i am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and ********, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ******** you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand ******** make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a ******** knife
Look at me, you can tell
By the way i move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm alive
I don't smell
I'm the cleanest i have ever been.
I feel big, i feel tall, i feel dry (dry)
[chorus:]
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake [x4]
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake [x4]
Do i drink? do i date?
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan i've got right now
I made sure, that i look how i wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, i feel tall, i feel dry (dry)
[chorus]
My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
I pray, i beg for anything, to hit me in the face
And this sicknes isn't me, i pray to fall from grace
The last thing i see is feeling
And i'm telling you i'm a fake [x4]
And i'm telling you i'm...
[chorus]
Im a fake-
The Used
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:26 am
Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down.
Cover up with make up in the mirror
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.
Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever you will surely drown
I see what's going down.
I see the way you go and say your right again,
say your right again
heed my lecture
Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down a new life she has.
One day she will tell you that she has had enough
its coming round again.
(repeat)
Do you feel like a man, when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the grown?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has.
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..
(repeat)
Face Down
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 3:03 pm
OMGTEHUSEDISSOAWESOME. rolleyes
TRJA is good... but that song is a bit overrated. On another note: I really don't care about domestic abuse, and I don't want to hear about it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:46 am
When I was 13 "On My Own" by the Used meant something to me,
and I was singing it in my head when I tried to kill myself. [/angst]
Quote: See all those people on the ground wasting time i try to hold it all inside but just for tonight top of the world sitting here wishing the things I've become that something is missing maybe I... but what do I know and now it seems that i have found nothing at all I want to hear your voice out loud slow it down without it all I'm choking on nothing it's clear in my head and I'm screaming for something knowing nothing is better than knowing at all On My Own
Now it makes me feel physically ill. I feel shaky writing this. Which is actually really disappointing.
I don't connect with songs anymore. I makes me feel dependent and unstable. And I have this ongoing phobia of relapse, which would be a waste of a good year of mental distraught.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 4:46 pm
Driftwood: A Fairy Tale - CursiveQuote: . . . He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous huge floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio looked closed and he saw two huge rows of sharp yellow teeth and he realized his mistake. So he would sulk and drink and mope And cross his arms and hope to die And then a fairy came one night To bring this sorry boy to life She pulled some strings, spun him about That boy jumped up and began to shout "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face They are alive!" And she would cry, "Liar, liar! What have I done? You're no lover, and I'm no fighter" (The story goes on) So he would buy her things and kiss her hair To show he was for real And she would take those gifts and kisses Though just stringing him along She knew about those wooden boys They take empty love to fill the void "Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown!" So he would cry, "Liar, liar!" I'll prove it to you!" But then it grew He had grown tired of her So it was true He left her apartment And he walked all night long Until he was stopped by the shore of the ocean But still he walked on Amongst the whales and waves And screamed, "Liar, liar!" And his wooden body floated away He just drifted away And now I wonder how I was made Now I wonder how I was made My arms, my legs, my heart, my face My name is Driftwood
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:11 am
xLIZA When I was 13 "On My Own" by the Used meant something to me,
and I was singing it in my head when I tried to kill myself. [/angst]
Quote: See all those people on the ground wasting time i try to hold it all inside but just for tonight top of the world sitting here wishing the things I've become that something is missing maybe I... but what do I know and now it seems that i have found nothing at all I want to hear your voice out loud slow it down without it all I'm choking on nothing it's clear in my head and I'm screaming for something knowing nothing is better than knowing at all On My Own
Now it makes me feel physically ill. I feel shaky writing this. Which is actually really disappointing.
I don't connect with songs anymore. I makes me feel dependent and unstable. And I have this ongoing phobia of relapse, which would be a waste of a good year of mental distraught. That sucks. I guess you cant hear that song anymore without breaking down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:24 am
A.Box.Of.Sharp.Objects That sucks. I guess you cant hear that song anymore without breaking down.
I hadn't listened to it in a year until the other day I was on the bus and I could hear a girl listening to it in front of me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 6:40 pm
I recently heard that song and thought it kinda sounded like how things are to me....so here they are.
Got nothin' to say anymore
There's nothin' new, it's all been done before
Not lookin' to settle the score
So please let me be.
Thought I'd be the one you'd adore
I always thought I would be so much more
Want something that I can't afford
So please let me be
Please let me be
chorus:
This is the end of a really sad story
But don't feel bad for me
I started out alone and in the end that's where I'll be
Like the star of a really sad story
You don't live happily
I started out alone and in the end that's where I'll be
Got nothin' to say anymore
Originality went out that door
Not finding what i'm lookin for
So please let me be
Please let me be
Chorus
I walk alone
I walk alone
Got nothin' to say anymore
There's nothin' new, it's all been done before
Not lookin to settle the score
So please let me be
Thought I'd be the one you'd adore
I always thought I would be so much more
Now I'm all alone in this war
So please let me be
Please let me be
Chorus
That's where I'll be
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Xx-Razorblade-Skittles-xX
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:38 am
Alesana - the last three letters
dearest love,
I hope this message finds you well
as these endless thoughts drip from my soul
every single word secretly paints a fairytale
of when we will melt into one...
eyes forfeit sight to the pain
cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very core
as I cling to memories of you
I am so scared...so scared...I need you with me
were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell you
that in my death the light that shone through my painful darkness
was a blinding vision of your eternal smile?
it's me again,
is it me or am I wrong to be concerned?
will the beauty of your pen ever cross my eyes again?
was this all a lie? why?
were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell you
that in my death the light that shone through my painful darkness
was a blinding vision of your eternal smile?
make it stop, make this pounding in my head stop
fill my lungs with air, give me one more day to make her dreams come true
she understands right? that I'm not coming back...
she understands right? that I'm not coming back...
make it stop, make the pounding stop
I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back...
I don't know what happened...who would have thought my life would end up like this?
I didn't mean to hurt her, not hurt her like this...I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs and I can't even cry...how could somebody die like this?
if my words ever reach you I'll assume you don't care
never knew that silence could cut so deep or that you could twist the blade
now I curse all of your beautiful lies..
I love you and goodbye...
were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell you
that in my death the light that shone through my painful darkness
was a blinding vision of your eternal smile?
cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very core
as I cling to my memories of you...
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 10:36 am
On the other side of the scale... heres a song about me. I'm not an egomaniac.... honest. Clawfinger - Biggest and Best Nobody is perfect but I’m pretty ******** closeAnd I’m here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose. I think you better listen ‘cos I know who you are
And I think that you should treat me like a superstarBecause I’m more than just a human I’m a gift to all of you
And I’m here to make sure that my message gets throughI wonder if you’re really all as dumb as you look Or are you smart enough to learn the rules in my book I hope you understand that the knowledge I bring
Puts me in the position of a god or a king
‘cos I’m blessed with the gift of the magic touch
and I wouldn’t say that I’m asking for to much
all you have to do is get down on your knees and pray
and I promise you the remedy is on its waybut you can never be like me so don’t waste your time because I reign supreme and my position is divine
what’s wrong with being self possessed? Nobody’s satisfied with being second best I’ve got the gift and I know that I’m blessedAnd I've got to get it off my chest I’m the biggest the best better than the rest better than the rest [x4]I’m not afraid of competition ‘cos I know that I’m the best And you haven’t got a chance to even pass my little test Even if you wanted to you couldn’t pay the price
There ain’t no room for losers in my perfect paradise‘cos life is always based upon the weight of your success s o I’ll make sure that I get the most and nothing less
if I love myself then everyone will love me to
and there’s nothing you can do for me that I can’t dowhat’s wrong with being self possessed?
Nobody’s satisfied with being second best
I’ve got the gift and I know that I’m blessed
And I've got to get it off my chest
I’m the biggest the best better then the rest better then the rest [x4]So welcome to my kingdom and enjoy you little stay Even if you can’t afford it I’ll still make you pay So you better come and get it and enjoy it while you can Don’t tell me that you’re dumb enough to think I give a damnI couldn’t care less about what you achieve And there’s only one thing that you have to believe The only thing important that you have to understand
Is that no matter what you say it’s still a god I really am
I’m the biggest the best better than the rest better than the rest [x8]
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:50 pm
Emotionless and Hold On by Good Charlotte.
I can almost relate to any song in Rent
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