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Post by soulonfire on May 22, 2007 22:31:38 GMT 1
Alkaline Trio-Take lots with alcohol.
Just give me medicine prescribe me anything,
Just knock me out and walk me through the door.
I have no desire to see through my own eyes anymore.
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Post by soulonfire on May 23, 2007 21:23:06 GMT 1
Maxïmo Park-Going Missing.
I sleep with my hands across my chest and I dream of you with someone else.
I feed my body with things that I don't need,until I sink to the bottom.
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Post by soulonfire on May 25, 2007 19:49:40 GMT 1
Art Brut-Direct Hit.
She can't talk to members of the opposite sex.
She starts to talk, they start to look perplexed.
So with her eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts she goes over, and she says,
It's uncomfortable all night to sit,
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit.
Move around like your shoes don't fit,
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit.
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Post by Audio Pineapple on May 28, 2007 23:52:44 GMT 1
MC Lars - Hot Topic is Not Punk Rock
Tinker Bell pillowcases are not punk rock
Led Zeppelin air fresheners are not punk rock
Tupac incense burners are not punk rock)
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Post by soulonfire on May 29, 2007 17:33:55 GMT 1
Hot Hot Heat-Bandages.
I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made.
For you,of you, let's see what needles do.
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Post by soulonfire on May 30, 2007 11:45:42 GMT 1
My Chemical Romance-Bury me in black.
I wanna see what you're insides look like,
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside.
I wanna see what you're insides look like,
I wanna see 'em.
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Post by soulonfire on May 31, 2007 19:28:48 GMT 1
Bloc Party-Hunting For Witches.
1990's, optimistic as a teen
But now its terror, airplanes crash into towers
The Daily mail say's "the enemy is among us!"
"Taking our women and taking our jobs"
All reasonable thought is being drowned out
By the non-stop baying, baying,baying for blood
So I go hunting for witches,
I go huntiing for witches,
Heads are going to roll
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Post by soulonfire on Jun 4, 2007 19:08:27 GMT 1
Maxïmo Park-Wasteland.
Not for no reason do they call this a wasteland,
This is the place where your mind isn't wanted,
Springs so cruel since it stops us pretending,
Many a place for a good confrontation.
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Post by Audio Pineapple on Jun 8, 2007 13:49:51 GMT 1
The Used - Buried Myself Alive
I think I made it a game to play your game and let myself cry
I buried myself alive on the inside
so I could shut you out
and let you go away for a long time
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Post by soulonfire on Jun 17, 2007 15:03:15 GMT 1
Maxïmo Park-Year Of Doubt.
Solitary confinement never sounded so good
You said that you were speechless and God I wish you were.
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Post by soulonfire on Jul 14, 2007 20:50:27 GMT 1
The View-Superstar Tradesman.
I dont want money i want a thing called happiness.
I dont want cash and no,i quite like memories to keep us on track,lets never look back
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Post by Cute Poison on Jul 14, 2007 21:15:44 GMT 1
Maroon 5 - Sweetest Goodbye
Where you are seems to be
As far as an eternity
Outstretched arms open hearts
And if it never ends then when do we start?
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Post by soulonfire on Jul 16, 2007 21:10:09 GMT 1
Maxïmo Park-A fortnights time.
When it comes to girls I'm mostly hypothetical.
If I list their names it's purely alphabetical.
When it comes to girls I'm truely theoretical.
If I test their nerve it's merely dialectical.
The rhyming of those words not only makes me giggle but i think its genius too! ;D
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Post by soulonfire on Jul 20, 2007 23:39:06 GMT 1
Editors-An end has a start.
You came on your own
That's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe
I won't disappoint you
As you fall apart
Some things should be simple
Even an end has a start
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Post by soulonfire on Jul 21, 2007 14:30:47 GMT 1
The Smiths-Some girls are bigger than others.
Send me the pillow,the one that you dream on.
And I'll send you mine.
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