Darth Drabek Posted March 15, 2006 Share Posted March 15, 2006 (edited) Speak o' the devil... and Nick Cave will appear to show everyone how to write a truly tragic love song. Nick Cave w/ Kylie Minogue - Where the Wild Roses Grow off the essential album "Murder Ballads" Chorus: They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day Nick Cave: From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild Kylie Minogue: When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face Chorus Nick Cave: On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" Kylie Minogue: On the second day he came with a single red rose Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" Chorus Kylie Minogue: On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist Nick Cave: On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And knelt down and planted a rose between her teeth Final chorus Edited March 15, 2006 by Darth Drabek baby, take off your beret everyone's a critic and most people are DJs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blaise Russel Posted March 15, 2006 Share Posted March 15, 2006 Come Together Here come old flat-top He come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine He got toe-jam football He got monkey finger He shoot coca-cola He say "I know you, you know me "One thing I can tell you is you got to be free" (Refrain) Come together Right now Over me He bad production He got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard He one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knees Gonna hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease (Refrain) He rollercoaster He got early warning He got muddy water He one mojo filter He say "One and one and one is three" Got to be good-looking he just so hard to see (Refrain) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoneWolf16 Posted March 15, 2006 Share Posted March 15, 2006 Culd u plz stp bump thread ktxby Now, if you were to post some Cohen, Waits, Cave or nomeansno, I might find it in my ever caring heart not to publicly mock you, but this pseudo punk-metal just has to go. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Ok to the first. But to the second...since I don't know who those artists are, I'll pass...unless of course I heard them and liked what they do (I'll get downloading)...and about the punk/metal... Rise Against - "Give It All" Break through the undertow, your hands I can't seem to find, pollution burns my tongue, cough words I can't speak so I stop my struggling, then I float to the surface, fill my lungs with air, then let it out I give it all, now there's a reason why I sing, So give it all, and it's these reasons that belong to me Rock bottoms where we live, and still we dig these trenches, to bury ourselves in them, backs breaking under tension For far too long these voices, muffled by distances, it's time to come to our senses, up from the dirt We give it all, now there's a reason why I sing, So give it all, and it's these reasons that belong to me Breathe (breathe), the air we give (give), the life we live (live), our pulses racing distances, (breathe) so wet my tongue (give), break into song (live), through seas of competition So please believe your eyes, a sacrifice, is not what we had in our minds, I'm coming home tonight, home tonight We give it all, now there's a reason why I sing, So give it all, and it's these reasons that belong to me Today I offer all myself to this I'm living for my dying wish, I give it all, now there's a reason, there's a reason, to give it all I had thought that some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, for they imitated humanity so abominably. - Book of Counted Sorrows 'Cause I won't know the man that kills me and I don't know these men I kill but we all wind up on the same side 'cause ain't none of us doin' god's will. - Everlast Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
baby arm Posted March 16, 2006 Share Posted March 16, 2006 Pink Floyd - Flaming Lyrics by Syd Barrett Alone in the clouds all blue Lying on an eiderdown Yippee! You can't see me But I can you Lazing in the foggy dew Sitting on a unicorn No fair, you can't hear me But I can you Watching buttercups cup the light Sleeping on a dandelion Too much, I won't touch you But then I might Screaming through the starlit sky Travelling by telephone Hey ho, here we go Ever so high Alone in the clouds all blue Lying on an eiderdown Yippee! You can't see me But I can you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pidesco Posted March 16, 2006 Share Posted March 16, 2006 Genesis - The Battle Of Epping Forest Along the forest road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, 'cos they disagree on a gangland boundary. They disagree on a gangland boundary. There's willy wright and his boys - One helluva noise, that's billy's boys! With fully-fashioned mugs, that's little john's thugs, The barking slugs - supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, Yes these christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. East end heroes got to score in... The battle of epping forest, Yes it's the battle of epping forest, Right outside your door. You ain't seen nothing like it. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, Not since the civil war. Coming over the hill are the boys of bill, And johnny's lads stand very still. With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout - there's no guns in this gentleman's bout. Georgie moves in on the outside left With a chain flying round his head; And harold demure, from art literature, Nips up the nearest tree. (here come the cavalry!) Amidst the battle roar, Accountants keep the score: 10-4. They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The bluebells are ringing for sweetmeal sam, real ham, Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic. It's 5-4 on william wright; he made his pile on derby night. When billy was a kid, walking the streets, The other kids hid - so they did! And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made. The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid. "i do my double-show quick!" said mick the prick, fresh out the nick. "i sell cheap holiday. the minute they leave, Then a visit i pay - and does it pay!" And his friend, liquid len by name, Of wine, women and wandsworth fame, Said "i'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed!" They called me the reverend when i entered the church unstained; My employers have changed but the name has remained. It all began when i went on a tour, Hoping to find some furniture. I followed a sign - it said "beautiful chest". It led to a lady who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when i quickly closed my eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell Bob the nob came out on his job To see what the trouble was. "louise, is the reverend hard to please?" "you're telling me!" "perhaps, sir, if it's not too late. We could interest you in our old-fashioned staffordshire plate?" "oh no, not me, i'm a man of repute." But the devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "shoot!" To save my steeple, i visited people; For this i'd gone when i met little john. His name came, i understood, When the judge said "you're a robbing hood." He told me of his strange foundation, Conceived on sight of the woodstock nation; He'd had to hide his reputation. When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. But now, with a pin-up guru every week, It's love, peace & truth incorporated for all who seek. He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms. His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms. That's why we're in The battle of epping forest, Yes it's the battle of epping forest, Right outside your door. We guard your souls for peanuts, And we guard your shops and houses For just a little more. In with a left hook is the bethnal green butcher, But he's countered on the right by mick's chain-gang fight, And liquid len, with his smashed bottle men, Is lobbing bob the nob across the gob. With his kisser in a mess, bob seems under stress, But jones the jug hits len right in the mug; And harold demure, who's still not quite sure, Fires acorns from out of his sling. (here come the cavalry!) Up, up above the crowd, Inside their silver cloud, done proud, The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. The butler's got jam on his rolls; roy doles out the lot, With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic. Along the forest road, it's the end of the day And the clouds roll away. Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count At the break-in of day. When the limos return for their final review, it's all thru' - all they can see is the morning goo. "there's no-one left alive - must be draw." So the blackcap barons toss a coin to settle the score. "My hovercraft is full of eels!" - Hungarian touristI am Dan Quayle of the Romans.I want to tattoo a map of the Netherlands on my nether lands.Heja Sverige!!Everyone should cuffawkle more.The wrench is your friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kirottu Posted April 8, 2006 Author Share Posted April 8, 2006 Thy Serpent Christcrusher Lyrics Burn the church Rape the priest **** jesus christ Smash the face Feel the blood Kill the christians Destroy what Thay brought here Hundreds of years ago Give them what They deserve Kill the christians I can't follow jesus christ The biggest liar of the light I don't need your ****ing bread Share that with the sheeps Thousands of heathens were murdered By christian hands And what they have told us Bastards of Undivine god Lies, Lies, Lies Kill the christians This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 (edited) Tom Waits - Jesus Gonna Be Here Well, Jesus gonna be here He gonna be here soon He's gonna cover us up with leaves With a blanket from the moon With a promise and a vow And a lullaby for my brow Well, Jesus gonna be here He gonna be here soon Well I'm just gonna wait here I don't have to shout I have no reason and I have no doubt I'm gonna get myself Unfurled from this mortal coiled up world Because Jesus gonna be here Be here soon I got to keep my eyes open So I can see my Lord I'm gonna watch the horizon For a brand new Ford I can hear him rolling on down the lane I said Hollywood be thy name Jesus gonna be Gonna be here soon Well I've been faithful And I've been so good Except for drinking But he new that I would I'm gonna leave this place better Than the way I found it was And Jesus gonna be here Be here soon Edited April 8, 2006 by Baley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kirottu Posted April 8, 2006 Author Share Posted April 8, 2006 Impaled Nazarene - Coraxo Kuolemaa Saatanaa This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 The Velvet Underground - Jesus Jesus, help me find my proper place Jesus, help me find my proper place Help me in my weakness 'Cos I'm falling out of grace Jesus Jesus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kirottu Posted April 8, 2006 Author Share Posted April 8, 2006 Impaled Nazarene - GOTT IST TOT Lyrics Gott ist tot, es ist tot, Judean Gott Gott ist tot, es ist tot, Judean Gott Sohn ist tot, er is tot, Judean Sohn ! Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot (x4) Heil ! Heil ! Heil ! Heil ! Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 Pixies - Monkey gone to heaven There was a guy An underwater guy who controlled the sea Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge From New York and New Jersey This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven The creature in the sky Got sucked in a hole Now there's a hole in the sky And the ground's not cold And if the ground's not cold Everything is gonna burn We'll all take turns I'll get mine, too This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven Rock me, Joe! If Man is 5... If Man is 5 If Man is 5 Then the Devil is 6 Then the Devil is 6 Then the Devil is 6 And if the Devil is 6 Then God is 7 Then God is 7 Then God is 7 This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven This monkey's gone to heaven Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kirottu Posted April 8, 2006 Author Share Posted April 8, 2006 Impaled Nazarene - Total War Winter War Do you want total war? Yes we want total war! Do you want ****ing war? Yes we want ****ing war! November 1939, eastern front line Machine gun fire, defending our pride Four months of hell, thousands of bombs fell Antaa tulla t This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 National Pride? In Finland? Creedence Clearwater Revival - Don't Look Now Who will take the coal from the mine? Who will take the salt from the earth? Who'll take a leaf and grow it to a tree? Don't Look Now, it ain't you or me. Who will work the field with his hands? Who will put his back to the plough? Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea? Don't Look Now, it ain't you or me. CHORUS: Don't Look Now, someone's done your starvin'; Don't Look Now, someone's done your prayin' too. Who will make the shoes for your feet? Who will make the clothes that you wear? Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep? Don't Look Now, it ain't you or me. CHORUS Who will take the coal from the mines? Who will take the salt from the earth? Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep? Don't Look Now, it ain't you or me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Drabek Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 Hmmm... odd theme the "resurrected" lyrics thread has taken... I'll follow suit. Toadies - Possum Kingdom Make up your mind Decide to walk with me Around the lake tonight Around the lake tonight By my side By my side I'm not gonna lie I'll not be a gentleman Behind the boathouse I'll show you my dark secret I'm not gonna lie I want you for mine My blushing bride My lover, be my lover, yeah... Don't be afraid I didn't mean to scare you So help me, Jesus I can promise you You'll stay as beautiful With dark hair And soft skin...forever Forever Make up your mind Make up your mind And I'll promise you I will treat you well My sweet angel So help me, Jesus Give it up to me Give it up to me Do you wanna be My angel? Give it up to me Give it up to me Do you wanna be My angel? Give it up to me! Give it up to me! Do you wanna be My angel? So help me! Be my angel Be my angel Be my angel Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? I promise you I will treat you well My sweet angel So help me, Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus... baby, take off your beret everyone's a critic and most people are DJs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 (edited) And they're far more attractive than the female populace, I'm sure. Mudhoney - Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More Sweet young thing ain Edited April 8, 2006 by Baley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoneWolf16 Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 Cheb Khaled - Alech Taadi ou alech taadi ou ana megdi bennirane waaaah و علاش تعدي و انا مقدي بالنيران وااااه marra t'khalti marra tekhti ou l'aashq hbaaaal مره تخالطي مره تخطي و العشق هبااااال ou alech taadi ou ana megdi bennirane waaaah aaaah و علاش تعدي و انا مقدي بالنيران وااااه آآآآه marra t'khalti marra tekhti ou l'aashq hbaaaal مره تخالطي مره تخطي و العشق هبااااال n'siti l'madhi bine ahbabek ou ta'zzahwaaaat نسيتي الماضي بين احبابك و تا الزهواااات bent bladi khyar fou'adi ou zeent eshay'aaaaaat بنت بلادي خيار فؤادي و زينة الشايعااااات n'siti l'madhi bine ahbabek ou ta'zzahwaaaat aaaah نسيتي الماضي بين احبابك و تا الزهواااات آآآآه bent bladi khyar fou'adi ou zeent eshay'aaaaaat بنت بلادي خيار فؤادي و زينة الشايعااااات ellaani eblise barkak men laafes khafi moulaaaak العني ابليس بركك من العفس خافي مولااااك 'bqeet wahdi ma kan saadi aatit'h laaak بقيت وحدي ما كان سعدي عطيته لللك ellaani eblise barkak men laafes khafi moulaaaak العني ابليس بركك من العفس خافي مولااااك 'bqeet wahdi ma kan saadi aatit'h laaaaaaaaaak بقيت وحدي ما كان سعدي عطيته لللللللللك jeddou l'yyam ou nersou l'ham ya bent l'aaaaaam جدو الايام و نرسو الهم يا بنت العععععم mennek menni ya bent aammi el'lham ou eddaaaam منك مني يا بنت عمي اللحم و الدددددم jeddou l'yyam ou nersou l'ham ya bent l'aaaaaam جدو الايام و نرسو الهم يا بنت العععععم mennek menni ya bent aammi el'lham ou eddaaaaaaaam منك مني يا بنت عمي اللحم و الدددددددددم ou alech taadi ou ana megdi bennirane waaaah aaaah و علاش تعدي و انا مقدي بالنيران وااااه آآآآه marra t'khalti marra tekhti ou l'aashq hbaaaal مره تخالطي مره تخطي و العشق هبااااال ou alech taadi ou ana megdi bennirane waaaah aaaah و علاش تعدي و انا مقدي بالنيران وااااه آآآآه marra t'khalti marra tekhti ou l'aashq hbaaaaaaaaaaaal مره تخالطي مره تخطي و العشق هباااااااااااااال ya lili yaaaaayaaaayaaayaaa layli yaayaayaaayaaayaaa layyyyliiiiii يا ليلي يااااااياااااياااااياااا ليلي ياااايااايااايااايااا لييييلييييي al'aashiq la youlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam ya liliiii العاشق لا يلاااااااااااااام يا ليلييي I had thought that some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, for they imitated humanity so abominably. - Book of Counted Sorrows 'Cause I won't know the man that kills me and I don't know these men I kill but we all wind up on the same side 'cause ain't none of us doin' god's will. - Everlast Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Musopticon? Posted April 9, 2006 Share Posted April 9, 2006 ELP - Knife Edge lyrics (Emerson, Lake, Fraser, Janacek) Just a step cried the sad man Take a look down at the madman Theatre kings on silver wings Fly beyond reason From the flight of the seagull Come the spread claws of the eagle Only fear breaks the silence As we all kneel pray for guidance Tread the road cross the abyss Take a look down at the madness On the streets of the city Only spectres still have pity Patient queues for the gallows Sing the praises of the hallowed Our machines feed the furnace If they take us they will burn us Will you still know who you are When you come to who you are When the flames have their season Will you hold to your reason Loaded down with your talents Can you still keep your balance Can you live on a knife-edge kirottu said: I was raised by polar bears. I had to fight against blood thirsty wolves and rabid penguins to get my food. Those who were too weak to survive were sent to Sweden. It has made me the man I am today. A man who craves furry hentai. So let us go and embrace the rustling smells of unseen worlds Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WinterSun Posted April 9, 2006 Share Posted April 9, 2006 Type O Negative - Christian Woman A cross upon her bedroom wall. From grace she will fall. An image burning in her mind. And between her thighs. A dying God-man full of pain. When will you cum again? Before him beg to serve or please. On your back or knees. There's no forgiveness for her sins. Prefers punishment? Would you suffer eternally. Or internally? For her lust. She'll burn in hell. Her soul done medium well. All through mass manual stimulation. Salvation. Body of Christ. She needs. The body of Christ. She'd like to know God. Ooh love God. Feel her God. Inside of her - deep inside of her. Jesus Christ looks like me. master of my domain Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Musopticon? Posted April 17, 2006 Share Posted April 17, 2006 (edited) Primordial The Gathering Wilderness You say you know me I'm the Poison in your veins My Faith is not welcome here I Break the young and the cold There is a Darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I've built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I've cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I've wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I've played the tyrant's hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I've prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of Filth You say you know me? Do you? I'm the poison in your veins My Faith it is not welcome here The Wilderness is Gathering all its Children in... Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga For the record, Primordial does the most non-gay epic music I've ever heard. And they manage to do it without screaming or tumultous growls. Color me moshing. Edited April 17, 2006 by Musopticon? kirottu said: I was raised by polar bears. I had to fight against blood thirsty wolves and rabid penguins to get my food. Those who were too weak to survive were sent to Sweden. It has made me the man I am today. A man who craves furry hentai. So let us go and embrace the rustling smells of unseen worlds Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dark_Raven Posted April 22, 2006 Share Posted April 22, 2006 Symphony Switchblade "Invisible " I feel that you should know I have an empty soul. It's a warning. It's a warning. If you leave If you leave, I will follow, I will follow. What am I? What am I? Yes they are stomping on the switches. suprise(?) suprise(?) (?) Take my back roads 'Round my fences To an empty view. If you leave If you leave, I will follow, I will follow. What am I? What am I? Yes, they are stomping on the switches. Climb the ladder, Straight to heaven. Where the creatures dulcify. Gods and Devils Take their pillows. Get in position to multiply. Suprise... It's a warning. It's a warning. It's a warning. If you leave, If you leave, I will follow, I will follow. If you leave, If you leave, I will follow, I will follow. If you leave, If you leave, I will follow, I will follow. What am I? What am I? Yes, they are stomping on the switches. Hades was the life of the party. RIP You'll be missed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BicycleOfDeath Posted April 22, 2006 Share Posted April 22, 2006 Artist: Throwdown Album: Haymaker Title: Intro (Never Back Down) never back down, never give in. just let the ****ing bastards do themselves in. you ****ing bastards. never back down. never give in. just let the ****ing bastards do themselves in. you ****ing bastards. i'm gonna stand my ground. you ****ing bastards. time to stand your ground. the time is now. don't be another victim. take back what's ****ing yours. stay true to your convictions. Stand Your Convictions and You Will Walk Alone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted April 22, 2006 Share Posted April 22, 2006 (edited) Pig Destroyer - Prowler In The Yard 1. Jennifer Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography" exclaimed a pasty **** white woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful, this is art." 2. Cheerleader Corpses **** tastes like gunmetal she said smiling, the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching hour. I imagine I am swallowing you. 3. Scatology Homework They heckle the gunshy assassin. Led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are ok on the last day of school. There was a rainbow like a halo over the world. 4. Trojan Whore Half in darkness she stands in a dress of shrapnel, smoke and torn flags. Dragging off cigarettes of human skin. Eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life. Her index fingers drip mothers milk like hypodermic needles. She stumbles through my veins high on ash and dry **** fiending for love. 5. Ghost Of A Bullet Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of god. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings. Maybe the ghost of a bullet. 6. Heart and Crossbones Stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight. Pose like a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love. It is just a skull full of chlorine in the septic tank. 7. Strangled With A Halo Religion in the corner of my eye. A peeping tom and a hole in the sky. The last stall on the left as our makeshift confession booth. Your parents will never know. Stalked by child's nightmare. The promise of serpents in the tall grass. Mother I've been raped in the shadow of a watchtower. 8. Intimate Slavery Happy birthday you broken child. Of the barbed ribs and the poison heart. I would show you the view of life from the floor but the knees are as far as you go. I give you exhibit A. A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk. I give you everything I have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once and then destroy. 9. Mapplethorpe Grey Androgynous we are. Ancient statues deformed in desert winds. Dead children play in mapplethorpe grey. Midnight orgies at the school for the blind. Learn to feel all over again. My name is anonymous. I taste like everyone. Medication blurs the last five percent. 10. Evacuating Heaven Certain things fascinate me. First I went blind and then the sun went out. The way you hold a match so steady. How heaven is collapsing under so much joy. 11. Tickets To The Car Crash Lovely body twisted into code. Sayign something profound I'm sure. She went off like a living firework. Trauma is sexy. 12. Naked Trees Once colorful dreams now swing like dead paratroops from the naked trees. Your sky lips and snow skin are sugar for the carrion perched high atop the naked trees. A flower on the bed of brittle leaves. A mass grave of tiny angels fallen from the heavens from the naked trees. Rot beautiful creature all lifeless and serene. A patch of scorched earth. Naked beneath the naked trees. 13. Sheet Metal Girl I sneak a sniff of her live wire hair. It is bright red with random sparks. My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity. Parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete. 14. Preacher Crawling I dream sometimes of a brother in red. The first unborn. Perhaps the son of god aborted and tossed and a garbage bag. Life is black comedy. Slapstick and vulgarity. Unworthy of the name. I still remember where mine went so wrong. My last night in sodom and my first morning in hell. 15. Pornographic Memory An entire year of you in a single speck of blood. The gun smiles your smile and the razor whispers your name. They are just frigid hands from the other side of the world leading me into winter. 16. Murder Blossom Dyed red hair, a forest green dress and a pair of kitchen knives, it was the last time I ever saw a rose. 17. Body Scout My skin has atrophied. It has been so long since the last touch. The maggots play their dead instruments for me. Devour in the key of E. Like a symphony of throats and piano wire. Like explosions in space and prostitutes of fire. 18. Snuff Film At Eleven This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash for these pointless acts of self-flaggellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling. It is very important I make for a thin chalk outline. 19. Hyperviolet Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive. A love letter to the crescent moon. By tommorrow it will be gone I told her. There is no tommorrow she said. I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind. Postcards from a paradise in flames. She used to be so right. So right about everything. 20. Starbelly Dear everything. Today I witnessed a crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details, but I don't think they have ever seen you. There were mortal wounds inflicted on the sky and incrminating blue stains on my shirt. The shirt you bought for me. Christ it hurts. Like stars in my belly going supernova. I feel like a zombie that refuses to live. Haunting the junkyards and cutting myself on scraps of you. The other day I masturbated to pictures of you at your birthday party. They were the only ones I still had. It felt so wrong, just like my life. I hope I'm dead by the time you read this. I love you. 21. Junkyard God My knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are wilting in the rain. They were for you and now they are for no one. They are irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace. They are smoke twisting off the lips of a movie star. Here is a boy with paper skin who longs to touch the girl of broken glass. She loves it when he wears his skin like that. In tatters. 22. Piss Angel Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her, seemingly dead. Her eyesockets dry and empty. Her heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers gasped in horror. Some swooned and fainted melodramatically. Most just stared in disbelief. Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She knew that sooner or later they would realize that the ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die. I see you headless with me caressing your neck. My personal nightfall. An eclipse of the sunflowers. I feel so invisible. So Unkown. Coffin of dust. An illegible Tombstone. They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky. I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth. http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/pigdestro...ntheyard.html#1 Edited April 22, 2006 by Baley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cantousent Posted April 22, 2006 Share Posted April 22, 2006 Il Principe: Nessun dorma!... Nessun dorma!... Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore e di speranza! Ma il mio mistero Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daaave Posted April 22, 2006 Share Posted April 22, 2006 Evanesence - Imaginary Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights Oh how i long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming monsters won't remind me Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story If you need to leave the the world you live in Lay your head down and stay a while Though you may not rember dreaming Something waits for you to breath again In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me Just because you're a bit thinner than your even fatter mum it doesn't mean you're in excellent physical shape, if you could fit through the door and view the normal people you'd notice that cheeseburger boy. Squid suck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blarghagh Posted April 23, 2006 Share Posted April 23, 2006 "I will eat your extended family", by Noosehead. Nobody here will probably get that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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