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lilithsansracine · Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:56 am Post subject:

Laura Marling - My Manic and I

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva,
the mountains can cover the shape of his nose.
He wants to die where nobody can see him,
but the beauty of his death will carry on so
I dont believe him.

He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him
and sometimes with scorn and sometimes I believe him.
And sometimes I'm convinced my friends think I am crazy,
get scared and call him but he's usually hazy.

By one in the morning day is not ended
by two he is scared that sleep is no friend.
And by four he will drink but cannot feel it,
sleep will not come because sleep does not will it
and I dont believe him.
Morning is mocking me.

Ill wander the streets avoiding them eats
until the ring on my finger slips to the ground.
A gift to the gutter, gift to the city
the veins of which have broken me down.
And I dont believe him,
morning is mocking me.

Oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me.
He believes in the love of his god of all things,
but I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins.
The drugs that decieve him and the girls that believe him.
I cant control you I dont know you well
these are the reasons I think that you're ill.
I cant control you I dont know you well
these are the reasons I think that you're ill.

And since last have we parted and last that i saw him
and down by a river silent and hardened
morning was mocking us.
Blood hit the sky.
I was just happy my manic and I
He couldn't see me the sun was in his eyes
and birds were singing to calm us down.
And birds were singing to calm us down.

And Im sorry young man I cannot be your friend
I dont believe in a fairytale end.
I dont keep my head up all of the time.
I find it dull when my heart beats my mind.
And I hardly know you i think i can tell
these are the reasons I think that we're ill.
I hardly know you i think i can tell
these are the reasons I think that Im ill.
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me.
The gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me.
and as my happy man, my manic and I
have no plans to move on
The birds are singing to calm us down
And birds are singing to calm us down
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C.Beck · Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:58 am Post subject:

i do love miss Marling.
Good call lilith
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lilithsansracine · Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 4:00 am Post subject:

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Thrusthamster · Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 3:19 am Post subject:

This is by Morten Abel, guy who is known is the King of Pop in Norway. What I find interesting is that his lyrics are very good for a guy who has had as many hits as he has. He has a catchy pop sound in his music, he's considered very eccentric which also shows in his music, with some silly sounds and producing.

This is from the song Lydia:

ohifwinterends · Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 3:24 am Post subject:

Bowl of Oranges by Bright Eyes

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in
my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and
already open. Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just
been. So I dressed myself and left them, out into the gray streets. But
everything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees,
houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't
wait to meet. and I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do
for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would
help." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I
think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure. Thank you stranger, for your
therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and
you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I
got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
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Fathergia · Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 12:44 am Post subject:

Kremlin Dusk-Utada Hikaru

All along I was searching for my Lenore
In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe
Now I'm sober and "Nevermore"
Will the Raven come to bother me at home

Calling you, calling you home
You... calling you, calling you home

By the door you said you had to go
Couldn't help me anymore
This I saw coming, long before
So I kept on staring out the window

Calling you, calling you home
You... calling you, calling you home

I am a natural entertainer, aren't we all
Holding pieces of dying ember
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Who can I call

Home... calling you, calling you

I run a secret propaganda
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Can I call

Born in a war of opposite attraction
It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions
It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction

Born in a war of opposite attraction
It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions
It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction

Is it like this
Is it always the same
When a heartache begins, is it like this

Do you like this
Is it always the same
Will you come back again
Do you like this

Is it always the same
Will you come back again
Do you like this
Do you like this

Is it like this
Is it always the same
If you change your phone number, will you tell me

Is it like this
Is it always the same
When a heartache begins, is it like this

If you like this
Will you remember my name
Will you play it again, if you like this
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lordofthefood1 · Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 2:40 am Post subject:

"Mordecai"

Asleep mid-sentence, the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway.
This day will soon turn black and my "wants and needs"
Will spill on me burning ashes.

I learned to be selfish today.
I learned to be alive.
These things I care for are for my personal gain.
My personal happiness only.

Why should I sit in your chair and satisfy your standards?
I've done it all before and I've confused myself a thousand times.
The tragic day that I call morality just doesn't do it for me anymore.

The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died.
Asleep mid-sentence, my words fall to the ground.
Swept into this dreamland.
Economic satisfaction.
Never succeed.
But happiness has its place.
Justice will not lie in your corner.

Throw myself in the corner.
I have nothing to complain about here.
Tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
Spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black, black.

Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
The familiar sound, the familiar sound of,
The lovely love, from the love of my life will keep the notes coming.

From the reciting of the show, from the plip and shevanel,
From the grind that annoys, and the sarcasm they all hate...
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lilithsansracine · Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 6:04 am Post subject:

"Imitosis" - Andrew Bird

He's keeping busy
Yeah he's bleeding stones
With his machinations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
And turning to a playground in a Petri dish
Where single cells would swing their fists
At anything that looks like easy prey
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness
Is just a case of mitosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy
Tell me doctor can you quantify
He just wants to know the reason why
The reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away
How can kids be so mean
Our famous doctor tried to glean
As he went home at the end of the day
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone
Despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness
Is just a case of mitosis
Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy
Tell me doctor, can you quantify
The reason why?
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"I accept chaos. I don't know whether it accepts me." - Arthur Rimbaud, I'm Not There

Liam_Wolf · Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 6:27 am Post subject:

Well I say skydivings the best way to call it off,
when you and your girlfriend have just had enough,
and heres how you do it don't think that I'm insane,
you get her up there take her chute and kick her off the plane
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C.Beck · Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:30 am Post subject:

First time in a long time i've been blown away by lyrics and in no small part by the song as well.

Trespassers William - What of me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rl60GTGERR8

It's a place that's not so far
I dream there and sometimes I wake there
Do you want me caring less
Sometimes we don't ask for what we need
And I guess how I want to be loved
And I've guessed what of me you need
It doesn't matter if we lie
Your sentences never defined you
Do you think that I can't feel
When I touch you there's words on your body
Should you be scared
When I say sometimes I'd want you dead
So no one else can have you when it ends
How'd I reach this point on my own
And how fragile right there I was
This is not the first time
That I've watched the end of that thing that had no end
Do you want me caring less
Sometimes we let go of what we need
Why can't you guess how I want to be loved
You can't even tell me what of me you need
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