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Post by talulad on Jan 7, 2005 20:51:10 GMT -5
DON'T THINK OF ME by Dido So you're with her, and not with me, I hope she's sweet, and so pretty I hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside you So you're with her, and not with me, Oh how lucky one man can be I hear your house is smart and clean, Oh how lovely with your homecoming queen Oh how lovely it must be... When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me When she lays in your warm arms, don't think of me So you're with her, and not with me, I know she spreads sweet honey In your best friend, I heard he spent last night with her Now how do you feel, how do you feel? When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me And it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me Oh it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me Does it bother you now all the mess I made? Does it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wear? Does it bother you now all the angry games we played? Does it bother you now when I'm not there? When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me When she lats in your arms, don't think of me And it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me Oh it's too late, oh it's too bad, don't think of me *hug* *grope*  |
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Post by *Herry* on Jan 8, 2005 6:26:15 GMT -5
Jay, I am MADLY in love with Let Go  |
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Post by Hellfire on Jan 12, 2005 21:32:41 GMT -5
*hug* *grope* ooh, i'll take some of that! you do realize now you can grope me in public, don't you?  Alanis Morissette - NarcissusDear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother
I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with your presence after
Dear narcissus boy I know you've never really apologized for anything
I know you've never really taken responsibility
I know you've never really listened to a woman
Dear me-show boy I know you're not really into conflict resolution
Or seeing both sides of every equation
Or having an uninterrupted conversation
And any talk of healthiness
And any talk of connectedness
And any talk of resolving this
Leaves you running for the door
(Why why do I try to love you?
Try to love you when you really don't want me to?)
Dear egotist boy you've never really had to suffer any consequence
You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
You'd never understand anyone showing resistance
Dear popular boy I know you're used to getting everything so easily
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
People honor boys like you in this society
And any talk of selflessness
And any talk of working at this
And any talk of being of service
Leaves you running for the door
(Why why do I try to help you?
Try to help you when you really don't want me to?)
You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to ignoring all the rest of us
You go back to the center of your universe
Dear self centered boy I don't know why I still feel affected by you
I've never lasted very long with someone like you
I never did although I have to admit I wanted to
Dear magnetic boy you've never been with anyone who doesn't take your shit
You've never been with anyone who's dared to call you on it
I wonder how you'd be if someone were to call you on it
And any talk of willingness
And any talk of both feet in
And any talk of commitment
Leaves you running for the door
(Why why do I try to change you?
Try to change you when you really don't want me to?)
You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to being so oblivious
You go back to the center of the universemusic is so great to purge demons. ;D |
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Post by matzy on Jan 16, 2005 11:56:12 GMT -5
aimee mann - it's not  |
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Post by Mary on Jan 16, 2005 15:12:19 GMT -5
aimee mann - it's not
anything risky, anything they don't know
The moment you try, well kiss it goodbye...Love you, Matty. Feel better.  *hugs* |
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Post by fearscape222 on Jan 16, 2005 19:17:15 GMT -5
Why Are We Fighting? ~ onelinedrawing
Some days just fall down on you
You try and try and try
to work it out and then
And then it's gone again
I'd never blame this on you
These words are falling out
They're at your feet and cryin' and,
And darling so am I
I'd never blame this on you
So tell me, why are we fighting?
Oh, tell me, why are we fighting?
Tell me, why are we fighting all over again?
Meet me in the middle, meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle this one time
I thought we'd just always last
True love can never die
But when you fight and fight and fight, well,
Well, there goes half your life
And there are no good byes.
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Post by matzy on Jan 17, 2005 9:30:27 GMT -5
Love you, Matty. Feel better. *hugs* thanks mary. you're wonderful. |
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Post by redcloud on Jan 18, 2005 11:05:08 GMT -5
Nirvana - Tourette's
[Guesstimated lyrics by a fan]
- Moderate Rock!
Mayday every day, in my heart.
Could've had a heart attack, in my heart.
We don't know anything, in my heart.
We all want something fair, in my heart.
Hey!
Hey!
Heyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyyy!
Out of town, out of sight, is my heart.
Queen of lies, everyday, in my heart.
My heart, one more on the phone, my heart.
One more at the phone, at my heart
Hey!
Hey!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mean heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart
Cold heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart!
Uhhhhhhh!
Song lyrics said to be this way in the booklet:
cufk, sips, tish
[metatheses]
I'm in a In Utero mood right now. Listening to it loud does a world of good...
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Post by lilyella on Jan 18, 2005 12:39:27 GMT -5
The Power of Orange Knickers! Love it love it love it!  I'm trying to find some orange knickers to wear to the concert in February...kind of difficult to do! |
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Post by Hellfire on Jan 20, 2005 13:39:27 GMT -5
The Power of Orange Knickers! Love it love it love it! I'm trying to find some orange knickers to wear to the concert in February...kind of difficult to do! oh my god, i was just coming here to post the exact same thing! well, except the part about buying orange knickers, but yay, i love that song too! check my signature! and one day, i have faith, i too will see Tori perform live. and that'll be da bomb. |
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Post by Aims on Jan 20, 2005 15:20:07 GMT -5
The Power of Orange Knickers! Love it love it love it! I'm trying to find some orange knickers to wear to the concert in February...kind of difficult to do! Lol yay that song KICKS ARSE! I've been trying to find a nice pair of orange knickers too, lately! hah... they're all dumb though. Stupid. Why all nice pairs have to be pink or blue or black/white is beyond me. |
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Post by Aims on Jan 20, 2005 15:22:42 GMT -5
Um... ok.
If there's a song out there that's about wanting to kick your boss in the head with steel-toed boots, then that's the song that describes my mood.
it's all his fault I'm missing out on SOAD again, the stupid fucking bastard...
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Post by talulad on Jan 20, 2005 22:40:34 GMT -5
Veruca Salt - All Dressed Up[/b]
don't you see
I'm the one for you
you're for me
don't you see
the love I got
is the love you need
don't you see
I'm all dressed up
to be what you want me to be
I'm all dressed up
to be what you want me to be
I'm all dressed up
all dressed up
all dressed up
don't you see
the infinite possibilities
don't you need
the kind love that I need
don't you see me
I'm all dressed up
to be what you want me to be
I'm all dressed up
to be what you taught me to be
I'm all dressed up
all messed up
all messed up
but you don't even notice me
moving you like a ton of glacier
you don't even notice me
soothing you like a long-lost sister
and you don't even care
no you don't even care
all dressed up with no place to go
but home
I'm all dressed up
to be what you want me to be
I'm all dressed up
to be what you want me to be
I'm all dressed up
all dressed up
all dressed up
but you don't even comfort me
you carry on with the will of Samson
you don't even comfort me
you keep your faith
and you keep your phantoms
and you don't even care
no you don't even care
all dressed up
still there's something wrong
I'm all dressed up
and you're just a song
I'm all dressed
you're forever gone
everlong
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Post by fearscape222 on Jan 20, 2005 23:21:47 GMT -5
Something Vague ~ Bright Eyes
Now and again
it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air
as you climb up the stairs
to that coffin you call your apartment.
And you sink in your chair,
brush the snow from your hair
and drink the cold away.
You are not really sure
what you are doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.
There is a dream in my brain
that just won’t go away.
It has been stuck there since it came a few nights ago
I’m standing on a bridge
in the town where I lived
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears
and I’m standing on air
with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star,
fucking glow in the dark,
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we’ve wished on.
But now I’m confused.
Is this death really you?
Do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we are not seeing,
something more like a feeling.
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Post by Aims on Jan 21, 2005 0:36:56 GMT -5
Homecoming: Nobody Likes You - Green DayNobody likes you, everyone left you
They're all out without you
HAVING FUN
Everyone left you, nobody likes you
They're all out without you
HAVING FUN 
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Post by talulad on Jan 21, 2005 15:26:26 GMT -5
Homecoming: Nobody Likes You - Green DayNobody likes you, everyone left you
They're all out without you
HAVING FUN
Everyone left you, nobody likes you
They're all out without you
HAVING FUN Shit, you guys! She found out about our secret Anti-Aimee parties... Damn! |
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Post by Hellfire on Jan 21, 2005 18:27:49 GMT -5
a mix between Love Ridden and Limp by Fiona Apple, and most of all, Creep by Radiohead and Creep by Stone Temple Pilots. mix the four together and you'll get my mood right on.
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Post by Aims on Jan 21, 2005 23:22:14 GMT -5
Shit, you guys! She found out about our secret Anti-Aimee parties... Damn!  |
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Post by Aims on Jan 21, 2005 23:23:56 GMT -5
Up The Beach - Jane's Addiction
Ok it has no real words, but y'know... its the kinda music that comes to mind when floating in the ocean.
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Post by fearscape222 on Jan 26, 2005 13:58:29 GMT -5
Sour Times ~ Portishead
To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes,
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screens,
Bear the facts, assume the dye,
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy,
Take a ride, take a shot now.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
Who oo am I, what and why?
‘Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday,
Ohh these sour times.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.
After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Mysteries of our disguise revolve,
Circumstance will decide.
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you
‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do
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