The Lyrics Thread
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Fri 19 Sep, 2008 @ 9:32am |
 Coolness: 61050 | ICP are fuckin' sissies
Ladies and gentlemen Tonight we present torture and sodomy Hosted by Necrophiliac and I'll Cannibill Relax n smoke your crills I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass I'm walkin' on hot coal and glass I shit on the church's mass Sacraligous I sever your body something prestigious Precise cuts, I'm fascinated with women's guts I hit your skins and I'm jerkin' off on your intestines I'll fuck you in your ass bitch Now you're colon is swollen When I go bowlin' To achieve a strike I use the headpiece of a dyke I swing her brains down the lane I'm a sadomasochist One finger, two fingers, three fingers Four fingers, FUCK IT THE WHOLE FIST Up your asshole Now you're ready for Ed Powers And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe [Ill Bill] I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs I'm on drugs During sex I use anal beads and butt plugs I'm holdin' bitches dooty holes hostage Your sisters sphincter keeps me warm during the winter 'cause my cocks big It gets stuck Bitches be getting fucked up the asshole Open ya oven So I can cook the dooty casserole That's how I'm living, givin' bitches the shits I fuck 'em between they tits, then I bust a nut on they lips I vaccinate sockets with lip plugs like if I was to flip once I snag body bags with dirty hags and cuts Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular Look around, shit's getting uglier and uglier Spinnin' within my hyperbaric chamber Nothin' short of a bloody rusty razor Fingerprint that could stop my behavior Generally and federally Etcetera, etcetera Shooting storm troopers lie deadera I emphasize like Emphysema Every word I speak creeps into your blood stream like Leukemia I instigate mutilation Under federal investigation Escaping police stations [Necro] Yah I got dead bodys covered with hay in my barn Loud motherfuckers get their lips sewn with yarn Out the ten story window, headfirst I chuck you Attach a switchblade to my dick and then I fuck you (Fuck you!) In and out, as I cut the uterus You'll soon be, familiar with torture if you're new to this Leave you glued to a piss-stained wall Take my brain out of my skull And watch my fuckin' brain crawl 'Cause IT'S ALIVE, MOTHERFUCKIN' ALIVE Bend over and get sodomized with the .45 Bumpin'into the beehive and get stung I got the noose of death, so nigga come and get hung Lyrically, your rectum gets bruised I come from the world where niggas get fuckin' abused The realm of violent crime Where bitches get fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time [Chorus] Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die [Ill Bill] I'm comin' out from inside the walls like asbestos A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most, expected I gank kids on their own When they want to I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counselors I'm analyzing bio-rhythms Sleeping my victims with incisions My sensory sees catastrophic visions Over the image of Jehovah I burn sober In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer Then twist facial features like Rocky Dennis When I menace it's horrendous My bloody appetite's tremendous Enormous Watch the metamorphosis Diggin bitches in orifices Remorse is not my thoughts when I catch a corpse The torture tactics I practice tear up your mattress Kidnap an actress That activate vibrateing plastics [Necro] When they made me I was so, evil they broke the mold Necro is cold, my fucking birth should of been controlled If you're bold you'll get strangled with your gold Going once !! going twice !! another fucking white slave sold For wacking off I have compulsive dependancy From the tendency, for ruining your bitches pregnancy Niggas can't understand my morbid biology I bring, new, meaning to the studies of Gynacology When I shove, razors up your cunt you'll see All bitches that diss me wind up with fucking V.D. When I was in my mom's cunt, my father slaughtered me I came back from the dead, after my mom aborted me Bloody, fetus, baby of Satan, Devil's child Leavin' bodies on all types of motherfuckin' level piles So girl take fuckin' caution, 'Cause if you're walkin home alone tonight You might wind up a bitch on auction And if you can't take you and you're concious hun, I'll be like Ralphus, and shoot a slug into you from my blow gun [Ill Bill] I'm stirring in the pain in the center of your brain Carve a path with a butcher knife Walk down the lane Take a stroll through the hole in your head Stab untill your dead I'd like to paint the world blood red Flippin' like OJ Simpson, the Joel Rifkin Covered with crimson Everywhere you look another dead shook On the meat hook hangin' Then I'm up in your place to spread your wife's legs for the bangin' I love to fuck retarded chicks with wiffle ball bats Then watch there fuckin' head go splat when I pull out the gat I'm also into sodomizing secretaries I'm very scary My ice pick rips through virgin cherries And all you crews that think you got half of what me and my brother got You get chop chop chopped like Bobbit's cock [Chorus] Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and DIE!!!!! Necrophiliac nineteen ninety gore Ill Cannibill nineteen ninety gore Eat my shit Eat my shit Eat my shit Eat my shit You suckin dick for crack You suckin dick for crack Mise À Jour » the_worm a écrit sur Fri 19 Sep, 2008 @ 10:19am For Danny and for Davey, taken before their time
Go! Tonight this one's for us! This one's for all the motherfuckers out there who found each other on the streets and made something in a world of nothing, I know they'll never understand Tonight this one's for us! Hey brother! I see what they done to you. Hey brother! Can you see what they done to me too? No where to turn and we got nothing to lose, But you can count on me if I can count on you. It's true! Hey brother all we've got's each other In a world of shit, you know they made us suffer. Hey brother all they let us have is each other So let's fuck society up... They'll never see the side of life I've seen They'll never understand what made this hatred inside me breathe. I found my family on the city streets Because they locked me out of their American dream. They lie! And through those years of redemption denied I couldn't see the truth through the blood in my eyes. They lie! I know they want to tear us up my friend, But we can spit in their face until the bitter end, my friend! Tonight this one's for us! Hey brother! I see what they done to you! For you I will fight! Hey brother! You can see what they've done to me too! For you I'll do it right! Hey brother! We got nothing to lose, it's true! For you I'll defy! Hey brother! So tonight this one's for you! For you I'll fucking die... Hey brother, all we got's each other And they been treating us rough. Hey brother, all they let us have's each other So tonight this one's for us. Hey brother, all we got's each other Through these years so rough. Hey brother, all they let us have's each other So let's fuck society up. They won't break my heart again. They will never take my heart again (never again) They won't break my heart again (never again) They will never tear us up again, my friend. And so... Tonight this one's for us! Hoo! This song ain't some silly gangster song for all the crooked hat white boy limp bizkit jerk offs to feel hard too, nor is it a rally cry for violence, this is a song about finding friendship in a cold hard world and finding family when ya had none! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cutterhead a répondu le Sat 20 Sep, 2008 @ 3:31am |
 Coolness: 131590 | whahaha
GWAR = IF I COULD BE THAT Angry Stupid Drunken Violent Angry Stupid Bitter Won't be silent I wanna be something I wanna see something I'm gonna get nothing I want you I wanna be something Don't wanna be nothing If I could be that If I could really be that If I could be that for you I'll huff and puff I'd like to blow my life down If I could be that for you Angry stupid bitter violent angry stupid won't be silent Angry stupid violent I want you Mise À Jour » cutterhead a écrit sur Sat 20 Sep, 2008 @ 3:48am Bloodhound Gang - The Inevitable Return Of The Great White Dope
A is for "Apple", B is for "Balloons", C is for "Crayons", D is for "Drum", Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell, One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two, That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew, Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her, The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher, Genius with a penis the few the proud the me, I liked me so much I had to buy the company, Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck, I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks, Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized, Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized, Mount Rushmore it? No ignore it can't rock with no big head, Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead, I am the Angel of Def with my rhymes against humanity, Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity, The one part the Führer the one part the Pope, It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope, Conclusions you drew proportions you blew, Lost son of Iggy, False Bigger nose than Ziggy, True, Yes my name is Jimmy Pop no my pop's name is Dick, Don't admit to kick it slick you thick derelict critic, Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes, Don't want the whole story? Should have bought the Cliff Notes, Like Fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class, One thumb on the pulse of the nation one thumb in your girlfriend's ass, Written on written off scoff callin' me a joke, I don't think that I'm a sell-out but I do "Enjoy Coke!", I struck gold but never took it for granite that's how I planned it so can it, Around the planet fans demand it and you'll never understand it, When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium, They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian, The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope, It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope, One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope, The inevitable return of the Great White Dope, One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope, The inevitable return of the Great White Dope, One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope, The inevitable return of the Great White Dope, One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope, The inevitable return of the Great White Dope, Great White Dope, Great White Dope, Great White Dope, Great White Dope. Mise À Jour » cutterhead a écrit sur Sat 20 Sep, 2008 @ 3:53am white zombie - ratmouth
A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace Of floating justice single-handed dynamo. Take it now, say the way we want and not for you to point the finger combustible in a word fuck'n. Say the word and you'll be free. Contunue your journey Superman say I am we can put you down not a wizard-boy question just a demonstration of definition. Silver city crusading to the top of a fug'n bone break most vile experiment ready to eat your ass. Clockface. Bigtime. We are. Somekind. Say it. Like always. Sound + silence promote the zero. A steel hammer game from me to you, but I don't mind the matter. Ratmouth don't know what you need just know what you want. 'Walking dead' crawling bloodthirsty Hollywood demon flower grow in the Valley of Love like a freak highway accident. Last ride rolling down say hi-density. Glory stomp gonna make the girl in the room + in the house turn and see that I ain't there... Mise À Jour » cutterhead a écrit sur Sat 20 Sep, 2008 @ 3:57am an to educate mr above
THE MENTORS - SANDWITCH OF LOVE It´s the sandwich of love, one below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin´ and grossin´ She hasn´t been laid in days Now she´s covered in Mayonnaise She´s a woman with no soul She´s got a guy in every hole This is fun and sweet We´re the buns and she´s the meat In the sandwich of love, one below and one above Over her body we shall roam Let´s hope she used birth-control foam Even if she didn´t who cares When we play our musical chairs Crustin´, grossin´,maxin´... It´s the sandwich of love, it´s the sandwich of love One below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin´ and grossin´ Come on guys, let´s put on a rubber And dig into her blubber Duce has to prove to be crass He sticks his dick right up her ass Sickie goes for a mount up front He sticks his throbbing sickle in her cunt Mr. can´t was recovering from mace So he sat on her head and jacked in her face In the sandwich of love, one below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin´ and grossin´... Mise À Jour » cutterhead a écrit sur Sat 20 Sep, 2008 @ 3:58am XD no wonder after el duce died, they called the next album NOT SUITED FOR ANYONE. mm wonder why |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 1:46pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | euh who the fuck are you little girl...and what the fuck you want with youre gay ass song?
ICP are still fuckin' sissies and i really don't care about your life problem,ok thanx. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 1:49pm |
 Coolness: 685585 | fuck that, ICP FTW! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 2:01pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | t'es tu fou criss!!c'est des gros clowns vieux white trash lutteurs violeurs de grand chemins colisse c'est de la bouette pu bonne. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 2:03pm |
| Coolness: 685585 | Hey, tell you what, you find me any other single/group of rappers that have their fans literally devoted to them religiously, and you might have a leg to stand on. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 2:22pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | dude as-tu vu les fans????colisse man c'est le pire festival de gros morons en pleins middle west américains...non sérieux arrete.
"With the possible exception of the Jews, no other group has eaten as big an amount of shit over the course of its existence as the Juggalos. From the earliest reviews of the Insane Clown Posseâs singular brand of circus-themed swear-rap, the general contention has been that there is no way music could possibly sink below this point. This is the bottom. Itâs almost as if ICP intentionally cherry-picked the worst aspects of goth, punk, gangsta rap, rave, nu-metal, and real metal to create a sub-culture so universally repulsive as to forestall any attempts at outside involvement. Basically, they trumped all previous claims of FTW, and then wrote a nearly unlistenable song called âFuck the Worldâ just to hammer the point home." vice magazine 
fan of icp |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 2:29pm |
| Coolness: 685585 | Originally Posted By THE_WORM
*bla bla bla bla* vice magazine *bla bla bla bla* Yeah, THERE'S a credible source of taste. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 2:31pm |
 Coolness: 185350 | hahaha touché |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Mon 22 Sep, 2008 @ 3:18pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | ok fred laisse faire. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cutterhead a répondu le Tue 23 Sep, 2008 @ 12:52am |
| Coolness: 131590 | sti ke tu porte bin ton nom toe, tout ce ke tecris c aussi utile qun vers solitaire.
parlants des vers , tes lyrics cetais dla merde "yo" - moi vec jme callise de ton ti cervau |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Tue 23 Sep, 2008 @ 10:35am |
| Coolness: 61050 | "Vampires"
I do believe in monsters, I call them officers I know enough to know to keep an eye on how I talk to ya's Some of y'all at peace, but even one to many Still at peace and slumber for the reading of the beast, There's no release, she keeps, and teaches no remorse More resembling of a thief than a horse Plans, long range, attached to some thangs And an arm that's strong, watch the song when it change Nothing's strange, cause you know before you saw it It's all the same, there ain't no such thing as flawless All I want is a little more security, a little more safety, a lot less uncertainty Override the circuitry, the sun as she dies, recognize the urgency, uncover your eyes When i turn on the lights, she vanishes high, and so that i can feel her essence in the air Acknowledge the night stalker, and regard there is a hunter, hunting your mom she takes from the slumber Summer ain't as hot as you think, more than the child, that wears the target for your teeth to sink This world is a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge This world is a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge This country's a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge This city's a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge She lurks in the alleys, with a wrong reality Allegiance, and honor, keep it all in the family Consumes the young, the blind, deaf, and the dumb Drains the vein, and puts them under the thumb She's on the television, celebrate the status quo Energy to push mute on the remote control Break the beat, shatter the measures into pieces All i've left is the breath, and the world i've put to pieces It's difficult, to figure out who to fear, gettin older by the minute, younger by the year Will the hunger disappear, metabolism slow, world domination is the goal Now let's gather the kids, and take em out to the styx, teach em all how to live Come, take my hand and walk with me, before the vampires lock down the twin cities This world is a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge This world is a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge This country's is a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge This city's is a vampire, she eats her kids, let's hide the bodies under the bridge Through the mud of the evening, she trudges The name, the blood is tainted with traces of lovers From up above, truth watches in bewilderment Comtemplating, how he isn't really feelin it Just another chapter of another movie picture Another rapertoire, lookin for a new elixir Well here she goes, even when she has to climb Out the window, out of sight, out of mind Look out for me below, because i've never been on top of nothin Other than a stove, inside a pot of water bubblin and boilin Between the puzzle and poison, two games in the same toybin But when my time comes, you better beat the drums And aim the guns at the ones that eat the young If we let her, she'll do whatever takes to survive You don't stop till you take her life |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cutterhead a répondu le Tue 23 Sep, 2008 @ 8:33pm |
| Coolness: 131590 | Lyrics to When Vampiro Gets High :
Ok we're ready Just remember to school it you just gotta be faster though We gotta go through it faster Why? Because we don't have that much space I'm feelin' it man they're gonna break it up The name is Vampiro, go The name is Vampiro, go Vampiro child of the rancid, wretched darkness Vampiro I truly am a juggalotus Maniac killa super unknown hero (Vampiro) yeah A true hatchet ryda, long reign the lotus killas Then again it's my privilege to power bomb your fuckin' ass On a bed of butcher knives motherfucker (Muthafacko) Open up the dam doors back bitch boy And I am one of six killers With Jamie Monoxide (Jamie Madrox) Oh fuck ok, that's that dude from Twiztid Shaggy, Blade (Monoxide) What the fuck? Yeah Monoxide (Blaze) Blaze, and of course Violent J Wet blood trails drain through the streets of Detroit Like Faygo off a juggalos dick motherfucker (A juggalos body) Oh, the result of six serial murdering maniac killas Killing, murdering, stabbing (Chopping, hacking, cutting, shooting) And maybe lighting your fucking dick on fire bitch (Whoooo!) All hail the lotus pod from hence we came And when our job is complete we will return to (In your ribs, in your ribs) In my nuts (No, in your ribs) Alright (The Lotus Pod) The Lotus Pod (The Lotus Pod) The Lotus Pod fucker, the next level Six maniac killas, the Lotus Pod (The Lotus Pod) The Lotus Pod (Look at me not the, I mean look at the microphone not me) Don't look at me look at the microphone I'm looking at the microphone The Lotus Pod, The Lotus Pod The Lotus Pod, my big dick Your big dick? My big dick Alright that's a wrap |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Thu 25 Sep, 2008 @ 11:03am |
| Coolness: 61050 | ..And We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea
"Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). We focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials while our former nemesis (ah, the romance!): the nation-state, now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate. Try again, but now we're confused- what is "class-war"? Is this class war? Yes, this is class war. And I'm just a kid- I can't believe that I gotta worry about this kind of shit! What a stupid world! Yeah, this is just beautiful... absolutely no regard for principle. What a stupid world. (We're): 1) born 2) hired 3) disposed! Where that job lands, everybody knows and you can tell by the smile on the CEO's that the environmental restraints are about to go. You can bet that laws will be set to ensure the benefit of unrestricted labor-laws (all kept in place by displaced government death squads). They own us. They produce us. They consume us. Can you fucking believe this? What a stupid world. Fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. The media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead a répondu le Thu 25 Sep, 2008 @ 11:05am |
| Coolness: 685585 | In the history of the human race
Of all the inspirations for the separation of man from his true tribal culture Of all the inspirations for the acts of violence from one man onto another From one nation onto another, from one oppressor onto the oppressed There is no more guilty party and inspiration than those books known As the Holy Bible, the Koran, and the Bagavad Gita to spread separation of mankind The Bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie The Bagavad Gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men They've caused wars, now follow if you can They took away our love and gave us fear Tried to make us hate the one who put us here Then they took our sacred songs and made them wrong Then they took away our prayers and gave us theirs The Bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie The Bagavad Gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that are written by men They've caused wars, now follow if you can First they created sin so they could win Then they built the cages they could put us in Then they took away our tribes and gave us jail Then they took away the Earth and gave us hell The Bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie The Bagavad Gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that are written by men They've caused wars, now follow if you can It's time for you to love one another It's time for you to recognize your brother It's time for us to stop killing our mother It's time for us to care for each other The Bible is bullshit |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn a répondu le Thu 25 Sep, 2008 @ 11:12am |
 Coolness: 158230 | Originally Posted By SCREWHEAD
The Bible is bullshit That was an episode of Penn & Teller's Bullshit! (the Bible). It was entertaining :D |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Rakoon a répondu le Wed 8 Oct, 2008 @ 7:12pm |
 Coolness: 175435 | Elle Disait
Francis Cabrel Elle disait J'ai déjà trop marché Mon coeur est deja trop lourd de secrets Trop lourd de peines Elle disait Je ne continue plus Ce qui m'attend je l'ai deja vécu C'est plus la peine Elle disait Que vivre était cruel Elle ne croyait plus au soleil ni au silence des églises Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son coeur. Le vent n'a jamais été plus froid La pluie plus violente que ce soir là Le soir de ses 20ans Le soir où elle a éteint le feu Derrière la facade de ses yeux Dans un éclair blanc Elle a surement rejoint le ciel Elle brille a coté du soleil Commme les nouvelles églises Mais si depuis ce soir là je pleure C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon coeur |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Fri 17 Oct, 2008 @ 11:53am |
| Coolness: 61050 | Have no fear
For when I'm alone I'll be better off than I was before I've got this light I'll be around to grow Who I was before I cannot recall Long nights allow me to feel... I'm falling...I am falling The lights go out Let me feel I'm falling I am falling safely to the ground Ah... I'll take this soul that's inside me now Like a brand new friend I'll forever know I've got this light And the will to show I will always be better than before Long nights allow me to feel... I'm falling...I am falling The lights go out Let me feel I'm falling I am falling safely to the ground |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn a répondu le Thu 6 Nov, 2008 @ 9:57am |
| Coolness: 158230 | Tom Waits' Hope that I Don't Fall in Love With You
Well I hope that I dont fall in love with you cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display Your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you Calling out for me And I hope that I dont fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, Take that frown and break it, Before the evenings gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I dont fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you dont understand, Well I turn around to look at you, You light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, But weve never met, And I hope that I dont fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, And it being late, youd like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, And you look back at me, The guy youre with has up and split, The chair next to yous free, And I hope that you dont fall in love with me. Now its closing time, the musics fading out Last call for drinks, Ill have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, Youre nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, Guess Ill have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf a répondu le Thu 6 Nov, 2008 @ 10:01am |
| Coolness: 185350 | mooonh pat est en amour!!!
cute! Mise À Jour » Daf a écrit sur Thu 6 Nov, 2008 @ 10:41am born ruffians - little garçon
I don't care where you go As long as it's with me & I don't mind just what you do As long as it's with me too We'll I get told to never get old But the way it unfolds I'm a little garçon in my head With a little fille that's stuck in bed |
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