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Sex Kitten Milf fuuucck
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http://www.musicsonglyrics.com/T/Taking%20Back%20Sunday/Taking%20Back%20Sunday%20-%20You're%20So%20Last%20Summer%20lyrics.htm
Taking Back Sunday-Your So Last Summer It's in the third stanza, a great quote by the way. [ June 12, 2003, 12:56 PM: Message edited by: BigDongedHoe ] |
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There's life and then there is Cubs baseball, it's a chore to seperate the two.
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That it is.
Sorry for claiming it as my own (although I don't remember doing so...which is neither here nor there). Prolly fuckin' with Titan or something. I downloaded that song from mp3.com, pretty good song really. Not a fan of it's genre, but again, that's neither here nor there. Thanks BDH. -Ugly Bastard |
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"Eleven"
I can remember, parking lot nights What did they mean to you? Wrapping my arms around your body Protecting and holding you And holding you Looking inside of my heart It was such a big surprise We've gone and done it again Does he love you like i can? Like i can Maybe it wasn't good enough, but again you are not good Will you stay up late if you cant sleep Cause baby i would And baby i could And your the grim reaper standing down, and letting me feel this way With your sweet whispers that never told me you need me this way Staying this way If you told me you were happy If you told me that you miss me Is it something that i cant see It's something i cant be Something i cant be Maybe it wasn't good enough, but again you are not good Would he stay up late if you cant sleep Cause baby i would another pretty good song by taking back sunday |
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the killer in me is the killer in you.
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First off lets just say that BDH is a fucking fake and is a wanna be "Emo or ScreEmo" music follower. But that quote reminded me of a different bit of lyrical "geniusness".
To the Lyric: Brand New - Jude Law and a Semester Abroad Whatever poisons in this bottle will leave me broken, sore and stiff But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish So here's a present to let you know I still exist I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips But I got a plan (I got a plan) To drink for forty days and forty nights A sip for every second-hand tick And every time you fed the line, “you mean so much to me” I'm without you And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me, by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style It's 8:45 (it's 8:45), the weather is getting better by the hour (rains all the time) I hope it rains there all the time And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied I'm without you Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it Okay no more songs about you. After this one I am done. You're gone. Tell all the English boys you meet about the American boy back in the states The American boy you used to date who would do anything you say Tell all the English boys you meet about the American boy back in the states The American boy you used to date who would do anything you say Download it Charish it and sing it to Ashley BDH. |
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Knock Knock...Who's There...Go Fuck Yourself!
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Sex Kitten Milf fuuucck
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Yeah that's real funny Timmy seeing as I hardly listen to emo. The only "emo" I listen to would be Dashboard and Taking Back Sunday. Other than that I hardly listen to it so I'm not sure where your going there. Even if I did there's nothing wrong with that. As far as "ScreEmo" I cannot fucking stand that. Bands like Thursday I utterly hate and you won't find a one on my playlist. So Timmy if you've got a problem why don't you accept my challenge to an RTST and we'll see who's a "fucking fake" you pussy whipped bitch.
You keep bringing up Ashley which is kind of funny, do you yourself have a crush on her or something cause I've seen her name twice now. I could see why just because your girlfriend is quite the ugly goblin. |
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There's life and then there is Cubs baseball, it's a chore to seperate the two.
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ouch!
Alkaline Trio "this could be love" i've got a book of matches, i've got a can of kerosene, i've got some bright ideas involving you and me, i don't blame you for walking away, i'd do the same if i saw me, i shat the bed and laid there in it, thinking of you wide awake for days, and i found you tongue tied, in my twisted little brain, you couldn't crack a smile, i didn't catch your name, i don't blame you for walking away, i'd do the same if i saw me, i swear its not contageous, in four short steps we can erase this, step 1: slit my throat, step 2 lay in my blood,step 3:cover me in dirty sheets, and run lauing out the door, step 4:stop off at egdebrook creek, and rinse you crimson hands, you took me hostage and made your demands, i couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one im liek a broke record, i've got a needle scratching me, it injects the poison or alcohol i.v., i dont blame you for walking away, i'd do the same if i saw me, i swear its not contageous, i swear to god its not contageous, step 1: slit my throat, step 2 lay in my blood,step 3:cover me in dirty sheets, and run lauing out the door, step 4:stop off at egdebrook creek, and rinse you crimson hands, you took me hostage and made your demands, i couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one this could be love(love for fire) this could be love(love for fire) this could be love(love for fire) this could be love, for fire forever more, step 1: slit my throat, step 2 lay in my blood,step 3:cover me in dirty sheets, and run lauing out the door, step 4:stop off at egdebrook creek, and rinse you crimson hands, you took me hostage and made your demands, i couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one |
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the killer in me is the killer in you.
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Caribou Lou
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AFI
"...but home is nowhere" Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun To understand my, my intimate is no one When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues Such revelations while understood by no one When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear the house of ill-aquired taste This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone Give me something, give me something Give me something, give me something Give me something, give me something real I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle Everyday another small piece can't be found I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit Pieced together incomplete and empty This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone This is my line, this is eternal How did I end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone |
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"Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except for herpes. That shit'll come back with you."
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I fucked an ole gal in the graveyard
goddamn her old soul, she was dead the maggots crawled out of her asshole and the hair slicked back off her head when I'd finished my job there I seen I'd committed a sin so out of my pocket I drew me a straw and sucked out the load I shot in |
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give a man fire, warm him for a day... set a man on fire, warm him for the rest of his life.
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Every single ones got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it coming back my way Im gonna serve it to you And that aint what you want to hear, But thats what I'll do |
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Well, I know that Timmy hasn't made an appearance for some time now, but I am a huge emo/screamo/whatever the hell else fan, and i honestly think that Timmy didn't know shit when he posted the lyrics to Brand New, congratulations dumbass, you found the lyrics to one of the more popular songs of that genre, go eat shit. I hope that Timmy does come back and read this. With that in mind here's some real lyrics by Brand New, that Timmy will probably wish he would've found sooner.
Brand New- "Okay I believe you, but my tommy gun don't. I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you've ever wanted. What all the other boys all promised. Sorry I told. I just needed you to know. I think in decimals and dollars. I am the cause to all your problems. Shelter from cold. We're never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth. Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. I wish I knew. I hope this song starts a craze. The kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they're there with. This is war. Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore. I hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for. Holding on to your grudge. Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love. And keeping quiet is hard. Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start. At least pretend you didn't want to get caught. We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... in us. Oh, were so contraversial. We are entirely smooth. We admit to the truth. We are the best at what we do. And these are the words you wish you wrote down. This is the way you wish your voice sounds. Handsome and smart. Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart. And it's all from watching TV. And from speeding up my breathing. Wouldn't stop if I could. Oh, it hurts to be this good. You're holding on to your grudge. Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love. Oh, so let it go. We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... in us. This is the craze only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss of control. This is the break in the battle. This is the closest of calls. This is the reason you're alone. This is the reason you fall. We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight. I just wanna believe... in us [ August 05, 2003, 02:02 AM: Message edited by: Fruitacious B ] |
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"Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand." |vonnegut
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Senses Fail- Steven
(Good-Gye) November 10th, a cold dark night you could feel that something wasn't right that night many hearts did cry when we learned we had to say goodbye all embreaced under one common song the body is dead but life lives on Good-bye Steven good-bye you friend you were so young you were so young Good-bye Steven good-bye you friend you were so young the cars lined the streets as it was coming to an end the sun shined so brightly the day we buried our friend all embraced under one common song the body is dead but life lives on Losing in the fall, lost innocence came down an 18-year-old boy was buried in the ground a family's broken hearts, a friends streaming tears the light lost in death, the living's growing fears of eaternal darkness or is it spiritual light to come to terms with death on the darkest night a brother lost a brother, a friend lost a friend, a mother lost a son but steven's soul will never end [ September 14, 2003, 03:59 PM: Message edited by: alkaline_trio- ] |
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in case you haven't heard im sick and tired of trying i wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall
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I like dirt.
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How do I say goodbye to what we had?
The good times that made us laugh Outweigh the bad. I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. I don't know where this road Is going to lead All I know is where we've been And what we've been through. If we get to see tomorrow I hope it's worth all the wait It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. And I'll take with me the memories To be my sunshine after the rain It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. And I'll take with me the memories To be my sunshine after the rain It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. Boyz II Men - "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" A little Boyz II Men never hurt anybody. |
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They decorate your room with roses for you / Close your eyes and turn the lights down / And I am standing on my heart where your last words were it's over with no time for goodbyes / When it's over and the bleeding stops and the stars fall down / When it's over and the pictures burn did you wait too long // So much to lose for you but so much for you to take the coward stole your very last breath / Nothing that I can do now means anything to you it's over for goodbyes // Drown my face in the palms of my hands I take a breath and pray this for you / My regret I could have saved you but I cannot save you now
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the killer in me is the killer in you.
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The Junior Varsity - Say Goodnight
.....so leave the light on I won't be far behind. Everything's changing, nothing is still the same... |
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"Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand." |vonnegut
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I'll come down to get you high
Or maybe sing you a lullabye Sing you to sleep - a sleep you'll never wake from Sing you to coma so to speak When I fall down I'll fall apart Trade in my bike for a shopping cart and beg change from a world that needs some like I need someone So where are you my little needle? The stack's been burned away But I'm so inebriated that I cannot see three feet in front of me Between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in Lately I've been feeling dead inside Like my guts have dried up and died But every night I water them back to life yeah every night I water them back to life When I fall down I'll fall apart Trade in my bike for a shopping cart and beg change from a world that needs some I'm tired of sleeping alone So where are you my little needle? The stack's been burned away But I'm so inebriated that I cannot see three feet in front of me Between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in My Little Needle- Alkaline Trio |
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the killer in me is the killer in you.
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When I fall in love,
I take my time, There's no need to hurry, when I'm makin up my mind, You can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine, And I'll tell you why, Because the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end. "The Remedy" by Jason Mraz |
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"Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except for herpes. That shit'll come back with you."
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"But if I had a million dollars, I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cuz I'd still be out robbin armored trucks If I had one wish, I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss" |
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Bokononist
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breathing in your skin tonight
quiet is my loudest cry wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside and if it's healthier to leave you be may a sickness come and set me free kill me while i still believe that you were meant for me Yellowcard- Rough Draft |
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"Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand." |vonnegut
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Fuck
Fuck this shit Fuck give it to me If I only could only give to the world on fire, Say fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! If I only could I'd set the world on fire Fuck them all FUCK THEM ALL Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus Fuck Darius Fuck the West coast And fuck everybody on the East Eat shit and die Or fuck off at least Fuck pre-schoolers Fuck rulers Kings and queens and gold jewlers Fuck wine coolers Fuck chickens, fuck ducks Everybody in your crew sucks Punk muthafucks Fuck critics Fuck your review Even if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your Mom Fuck your Mom's Momma Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Daili Llama Fuck the rain forest Fuck a Forest Gump You probably like it in the rump Fuck a shoe pump Fuck the real deal And fuck all the fakes Fuck all 52 states And fuck you Fuck Oprah Fuck Opera Fuck a soap opera Fuck a pop locker And a cock blocker Fuck your girlfriend I probably did her already Fuck Kyle and his brother Tom Petty Jump Steady, my homey fuck him what are ya gonna do? Fuck that bitch, fuck you Yeah well fuck you, too Don't bother to analyze these rhymes In this song I say FUCK 93 times Fuck the president Fuck your welfare Fuck your government, and fuck Fred Bear Fuck Nugent, like anybody gives a fuck You like to hunt a lot, SO FUCKING WHAT! Fuck disco Count or Monty Crisco Fuck Sisqo, and Jack and Jerry Brisco And fuck everyone that went down with the Titanic, in a panic I'm like, FUCK YOU ALL!!!! Fuck Celine Dion, and fuck Dionne Warwick You both make me sick, suck my dick Fuck the Berlin wall, both sides of it And fuck Lyle Lovett, whoever the fuck that is Fuck everybody in the hemisphere Fuck them across the world And fuck them right here You know the guy that operates the Rouge River draw bridge In Del Ray on Jefferson? FUCK HIM! Fuck your idea Fuck your gonarrhea Fuck your diarrhea Rocky Maivia Fuck your wife, your homey did He's fucking you Fuck the police, and the 5- 0 too Fuck Spin, Rolling Stone, and fuck Vibe Fuck everybody inside Whoever's on the cover, fuck his mother Fuck your little brothers homey from around the way And fuck Violent J *Gun*Shot* |
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LEGALIZE CRIME!
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Yellowcard is great, Fruit!
With that... Warm October nights You came and cuddled next to me Our noses brushed so close I wished it was our souls Drifting off to sleep I could hear the little snores you made watching eyes shut tight Like doors to something sweeter where you rest Tear me off a piece of blanket keep me warm and we can make it Here's my heart, I'll let you break it Touched your skin and I can't take it Light will creep in soon And I still haven't slept a wink I wish the sun would hide its head So I could watch you dream some more I wanna watch you dream some more I wanna watch you dream some more I wanna watch you dream some more girl I wanna watch you... |
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the killer in me is the killer in you.
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Roscoe P. Coldchain
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Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too So what, so what And I've been here, I've been there I've been every fucking where So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little cunt Well, who cares, who cares what you do Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you Well, I've fucked the queen, I've fucked Bach I've even sucked an old man's cock So what, so what And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat I rammed my cock right down its throat So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little fuck Well, who cares, who cares what you do And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you And I've drunk that, I've drunk this I've spewed up on a pint of piss So what, so what I've had scank, I've had speed I've jacked up until I bleed So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little cunt Well, who cares, who cares what you do Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you A-hahaha! Yeah! I've had crabs, I've had lice I've had the clap and that ain't nice So what, so what I've fucked this, I've fucked that I've even fucked a school girl's twat So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little fuck Well, who cares, who cares what you do And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you So fucking what! |
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LEGALIZE CRIME!
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poison the well - slice paper wrists
When you read this / I will not be the same I have let my / true form show and it is my last / time lost in all my guilt / for letting you fall understand it / wasn't me where were you/now i can see through your eyes I remember the day / the sun went out it halted all progression with all its beauty it just sacrificed / we fell apart as I ask / Why ask these questions? Sincerely yours I've disowned you Sincerely yours I've disowned us |
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Great choice butcher, I'd say that thats my favorite poison the well song, here's my second favorite.
Poison The Well - For a Bandaged Iris I know we've never met and you'll probably never read this. There are certain things your voice does to me, it makes me feel the ground and sky again. How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper. It only neglects you and never relieves. In every corner and space I search for you, I've only found your vocal cords. Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most. All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky. Scream over and over again repeatedly to the sky. In every corner and space I search for you, I've only found your vocal cords. Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most. And nothing has affected me so... In every corner and space I search for you, I've only found your vocal cords. Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most. |
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I like dirt.
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Stab, what are the songs that you get these lyrics from, and who does them. I am not personally familiar with them.
Anywho: She's electric, She's in a family full of eccentrics, She's done things I never expected, And I need more time. She's got a sister, And God only knows how I've missed her, And on the palm of her hand is a blister, And I need more time. Chorus: And I want you to know, I've got my mind made up now, But I need more time. And I want you to say, Do you know what I'm saying? But I need more... Cuz I'll be you and you'll be me, There's lots and lots for us to see, Lots and lots for us to do, She is electric, Can I be electric too? She's got a brother, We don't get on with one another, But I quite fancy her mother, And I think that she likes me. She's got a cousin, In fact she's got 'bout a dozen, She's got one in the oven, But it's nothing to do with me. Chorus Oasis - 'She's Electric' |
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