Random lyrics.

Discussion in 'General Rock Discussion' started by TheNickiOfDoom, May 30, 2008.

  1. Jealousy,
    turning saints into the sea,
    swimming through sick lullabies,
    choking on your alibis.

    But it's just the price I pay,
    destiny is calling me,
    open up my eager eyes,
    'cause I'm Mr. Brightside.
     
  2. SilentRevenge

    SilentRevenge Member

    I've got an impulse so repulsive that it burns
    I wanna break your heart until it makes your stomach churn
     
  3. peppermintparasite

    peppermintparasite New Member

    Blow out the candles
    On all my frankensteins
    At least my death wish will come true
    You taste like Valentines, and we cry
    You're like a birthday
    I should have picked the photograph
    It lasted longer than you
     
  4. mollyxmadness

    mollyxmadness Active Member

    Somebody told me that you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year.
     
  5. Dust Angel

    Dust Angel Unloveable. Staff Member

    Remember when I found a broken branch
    and shoved it through your bicycle spokes?
    And how remorse quickly took its stand
    when you hit the deck and broke your nose?

    You were always the emo type -
    strained hair matched to a bitter tone.
    Well I don’t care much for fashion or socialites,
    the nihilists always get my vote.

    All she ever wanted was a little direction,
    all she ever needed was a friend,
    all she ever made were the worst impressions,
    all she ever did was offend.
    You’re the only one to fail my sex drive.
    Will you or won’t you?
    Valentine, valentine.
    Valentine, valentine.

    Remember when you laid me on my back
    and performed to me my favorite song?
    And how I shivered upon its climax,
    and those lips still plague my thoughts ten years on?

    You were always the emo type -
    strained hair matched to a bitter tone.
    Well I don’t care much for fashion or socialites,
    the nihilists always get my vote.

    All she ever wanted was a little direction,
    all she ever needed was a friend,
    all she ever made were the worst impressions,
    all she ever did was offend.
    You’re the only one to fail my sex drive.
    Will you or won’t you?
    Valentine, valentine.
    Valentine, valentine.
    Valentine, valentine.
    Valentine, valentine.

    All she ever wanted was a little direction,
    far away from this broken scene,
    and all I ever needed was some domination
    from a girl with low self-esteem.
    I think we share the same blood type.
    Will you or won’t you, Valentine?
     
  6. Freiheit483

    Freiheit483 Member

    Über den Dächern, ist es so kalt und so still
    Ich schweig deinen Namen, weil du ihn jezt nicht hören willst
    Der Abgrund der Stadt, verschlingt jede Träne die fällt
    Da unten ist nichts mehr, was dich hier oben noch hält

    Ich schrei in die Nacht für dich
    Lass mich nicht im Stich, spring nicht !
    Die Lichter fangen dich nicht
    Die betrügen dich, spring nicht !
    Erinner dich, an dich und mich
    Die Welt da unten zählt nicht
    Bitte, spring nicht.

    In deinen Augen, scheint alles sinnlos und leer
    Der Schnee fällt einsam, du spürst ihn schon lange nicht mehr
    Irgendwo da draussen bist du verloren gegangen
    Du träumst von dem Ende, um noch mal von vorn anzufangen
     
  7. Dust Angel

    Dust Angel Unloveable. Staff Member

    Another shooting on the southeast side. This a drive-by, mid-day,
    Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin. Or near there.
    Not far from the park. About a block from where the other shooting was last month.
    Or was it last week?

    Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown,
    The target a rival but they didn’t hit the target this time.
    They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it.

    And I travel backwards through time and space and I disintegrate, become invisible.
    I want to see it where I couldn’t when it happened.
    I want to see it all first hand this time.
    I want to know what it felt like.

    So I float behind police lines, reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories.
    I want to know what his mother looked like up close, I want to see her leaning over his body.
    So I float there, transcend time. I want to capture it accurately.
    I want to know what the color of the blood was spilling out from the tarp onto the concrete.
    I want to write it all down so I can always remember.
    If you could see it up close how could you ever forget how senseless death, how precious life.
    I want to be there when the bullet hit.

    And the crowd poured out as the shots drowned into siren sounds, out of there houses now
    And over front yards, all the way up to the place where the police tape ran to mark the crime
    Scene. Everybody trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening,
    Of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars.
    Everybody gossiping, “Whose kid got hit? Where’d it hit him? And who could’ve fired it?”
    Everybody wondering, “How did it happen again? And is he dead? These children. Our kids.”
    Everybody wondering how far they were from where the victims lived.

    And I visit them, their houses. Inside my dream I visit them.
    My spirit, soaring high and high up over King Park, leaves the crime scene, travels further back
    Till far before the shooting, through their windows, to their living rooms.
    I see them younger this time, playing games and doing homework.
    All these marks of youth soon transformed coldly into stone for fights and stupid feuds.
    For ruins wrapped in gold. And cruelly I recall why I have come: To find a reason. But
    There cannot be a reason, not for death, not like this. Not like this.

    Three days later they made funeral plans. The family.
    Three days later a mother had to bury her son.

    Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel near to the highway with a friend and the gun.
    That same gun. He’d fled immediately but was identified by witnesses, his picture on TV.
    Only 20 years old, they called him “Grandpa.” He was older than the others by a year,
    Maybe two.

    And he was safe for awhile until somebody saw him there and notified the authorities
    Who surrounded the hotel, first arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee,
    Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he’d stayed. He closed the door hard
    Behind him, locked himself in the room.

    They could’ve kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him,
    One he’d already used and so they feared what he’d do.
    I floated up through the window of a room to the West.
    I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
    I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
    His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor.
    He preached of hope and forgiveness,
    said, “There is always a chance to rectify what you’ve taken, make your peace in the world.”
    I thought to slip through the door, I could’ve entered the room,
    I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
    Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak,
    “Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
    Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
    Can I ever be forgiven cuz I killed that kid?
    It was an accident I swear it wasn’t meant for him!
    And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
    Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?”
    I left the hotel behind, don’t want to know how it ends.
     
  8. Flock of Margot

    Flock of Margot New Member

    And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
    And never had it at all
     
  9. xokay_nowx

    xokay_nowx Become, become, become

    I'm a mountain that has been moved
    I'm a river that is all dried up
    I'm an ocean nothing floats on
    I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in
    I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot
    I'm a moon that never shows its face
    I'm a mouth that doesn't smile
    I'm a word that no one ever wants to say

    I'm a mountain that has been moved
    I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run
    I'm a preacher with no pulpit
    Spewing a sermon that goes on and on and on

    Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast
    And we pray that they turn into seeds and then roots and then grass
    It'd be alright, it's alright, it'd be easier that way
    Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
    Like he knew it was time to start things over again
    It'd be alright, it's alright, it'd be easier that way
     
  10. Flock of Margot

    Flock of Margot New Member

    As we fall into sequence
    and we're eating our young
    remain silent and still for modesty
    When the splints have been broken
    and they can't help you now
    do you pray with your eyes closed naturally

    Follow me into nowhere
    Woven with the utmost care

    If I'm lost please don't find me
    if I jump let me sink
    we descended from no one
    with a wink

    When it's cold outside hold me
    don't hold me
    When I choose to rest my eyes coax me
    don't coax me
    When it's cold outside hold me
    don't hold me
    When I choose to rest my eyes coax me
    don't coax me

    Follow me into nowhere
    Woven with the utmost care

    Have they cleansed you with chloride
    and scrubbed behind the knees
    Has your body been hollowed by the breeze
     
  11. Dust Angel

    Dust Angel Unloveable. Staff Member

    I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts.
     
  12. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    Now floating up and down
    I spin, colliding into sound
    Like whales beneath me diving down
    I’m sinking to the bottom of my
    Everything that freaks me out
    The lighthouse beam has just run out
    I’m cold as cold as cold can be
    be

    I want to swim away but don’t know how
    Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
    Let the waves up take me down
    Let the hurricane set in motion… yeah
    Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
    Let the rain come down
     
  13. TheLivingDead

    TheLivingDead Member

    He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve
    Stacked on one to six the gallery is hushed
    Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
    The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
    Hang on a rope or bated breath
    Whichever you prefer
     
  14. Dust Angel

    Dust Angel Unloveable. Staff Member

    Come, my lady,
    pack your things,
    this place is not your home,
    nor was it ever.
    Sever every tie,
    tonight we ride,
    tonight we ride!
     
  15. Flock of Margot

    Flock of Margot New Member

    Livin' in trailers with no class, goddamn I hope I can pass high school- means nothing
     
  16. MrBoggins

    MrBoggins Jesus take the PRNDL!

    How'd you like to try pumping
    lead through your veins
    Or have a heart so wet and cold it starts rusting
    When the world ticks around you,
    voices tocking all the time
    You live for feelings you've never felt
    because you cannot feel
     
  17. MarieArt

    MarieArt Champion of Losers

    I've given everyone I know a good reason to go.
    But I came back with the belief that everyone I love is gonna leave me.

    (might be signature material... I'll think about it)
     
  18. Dust Angel

    Dust Angel Unloveable. Staff Member

    ^ My favorite fun. song.
     
  19. Flock of Margot

    Flock of Margot New Member

    Get out and go and find everyone who cared for you
    They won't be there to see you tomorrow
    Get out, don't forget everything you cared for
    For it won't be nothing more tomorrow
     
  20. Freiheit483

    Freiheit483 Member

    Hello!
    Hello!

    On the TV, in your face, on radio, oh
    It's a riot, it's a riot, they say no, oh
    You are frantic, don't you panic, let it go, oh
    We are, we are, we are

    In the cities, on the streets, around the globe, oh
    They turn everything you love into verbot, oh
    From the cradle to the grave, part of the show, oh
    We are, we are, we are
    Radio hysteria

    Hello!
    The end is near
    Hello!
    We're still standing here
    The future's just begun
    On the dark side of the sun
    On the dark side of the sun

    Hello!
    Hello!
    All the weapons in your head under control
    With their radars, they are chasing our soul
    Time is running, but your future's long ago
     

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