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Post by Jupiter's Widow on Apr 5, 2008 10:08:53 GMT -5
Ray LaMontagne 'Empty' She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Walk on down the hill Through the grass grown tall and brown And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain On past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair Let fall the flowers from your hair And kiss me with that country mouth so plain Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves To me it sounds like they're applauding us The quiet love we make
Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged
Well I looked my demons in the eye Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me See I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man There's a lot of ways to die Yes and some already dead who walk beside you There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you
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Post by dilutedspark on Apr 5, 2008 10:52:33 GMT -5
valery gore - cbc
we bring you the latest news from coast to coast.
Some times when you drop off this earth, I don’t know quite where to tune my aerial
Transmission capsized
Your eyes, not the light in the lighthouse
We bring you the latest news from coast to coast.
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Post by Jupiter's Widow on Apr 7, 2008 8:21:10 GMT -5
This is exactly how I have felt lately Regina Spektor 'Somedays' Somedays aren't yours at all They come and go as if they're someone else's days They come and leave you behind some else's face And it's harsher than yours And colder than yours
They come in all quiet sweep up and then they leave And you don't hear a single floor board creak They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side
Downtown, downtown I'm not here, not anymore I've gone away Don't call me don't write
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Post by Jupiter's Widow on Apr 9, 2008 9:53:06 GMT -5
Fiona Apple 'A Mistake'</b> This song is so perfect and I could have written it myself (if I had talent, but you know what I mean )I'm gonna make a mistake I'm gonna do it on purpose I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick And I'm scratching at the surface And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around All the advice I shunned, and I ran Where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun, so
I'm gonna fuck it up again I'm gonna do another detour Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense What you looking at me for I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back The fact is I just may stay, or I may not I've acquired quite a taste for A well-made mistake I wanna make a mistake Why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should Almost always doing everybody good Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to Answer you, hell no I've acquired quite a taste for A well-made mistake, I wanna make a mistake Why can't I make a mistake
I'm always doing what I think I should Almost always doing everybody good WhyReason for Editing: codes
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Post by Saar°berry on Apr 10, 2008 16:48:06 GMT -5
Charlotte Martin - Darkest Hour
Now I am marching in place Pretending to say this all to his face But you know, my guts they may never come
= story of my life.
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Post by Alamo on Apr 11, 2008 14:13:39 GMT -5
Laura Marling - My Manic and I
By one in the morning day is not ended, by two he is scared and 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.
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Post by Jupiter's Widow on Apr 18, 2008 9:29:18 GMT -5
A Fine Frenzy 'Rangers' the paths have been crossed the crumbs are gone and the way and the way is lost melancholy phantoms eye our skins poisoned apples falling with the wind hear the sigh of the trees those who enter here never leave
and the rangers stream out of their cabins they are the hunters, we are the rabbits but maybe we don’t want to be found maybe we don’t want to be found
further in and on we go sightless creatures tugging at our clothes cutting through the twilight, sword in hand strangers once, united against the land at the sound of the bells they’re pulling paper lanterns from their shelves
and the rangers stream out of their cabins they are the hunters, we are the rabbits and maybe we don’t want to be found maybe we don’t want you tracking us down
the rangers stream out of their cabins raising their muskets, flashing their badges but maybe we don’t want to be found maybe we don’t want to be found
let’s keep hiding, all quiet-like they’ll keep seeking but they won’t find us let’s keep living our quiet lives you and I you and I
and the rangers stream out of their cabins they are the hunters, we are the rabbits and maybe we don’t want to be found maybe we don’t want you tracking us down
the rangers stream out of their cabins raising their muskets, flashing their badges but maybe we don’t want to be found maybe we don’t want to be found
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Post by Saar°berry on Apr 18, 2008 12:35:35 GMT -5
I could listen to this song and die happy. x a million. Arcade Fire - Rebellion LiesSleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is. Sleeping is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids. People say that you'll die faster than without water. But we know it's just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter. People say that your dreams are the only things that save ya. Come on baby in our dreams, we can live on misbehavior. Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes People try and hide the night underneath the covers. People try and hide the light underneath the covers. Come on hide your lovers underneath the covers come on hide your lovers underneath the covers. Hidin' from your brothers underneath the covers, come on hide your lovers underneath the covers. People say that you'll die faster than without water, but we know it's just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter, Scare your son, scare your daughter. Scare your son, scare your daughter. Now here's the sun, it's alright! (Lies, lies!) Now here's the moon, it's alright! (Lies, lies!) Now here's the sun, it's alright! (Lies, lies!) Now here's the moon it's alright (Lies, lies!) Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes (Lies, lies!)
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Post by Jupiter's Widow on Apr 22, 2008 13:36:35 GMT -5
The Dresden Dolls 'The Perfect Fit'
i could make a dress a robe fit for a prince i could clothe a continent but i can't sew a stitch
i can paint my face and stand very very still its not very practical but it still pays the bills
i can't change my name but i could be your type i can dance and win at games like backgammon and life
i used to be the smart one sharp as a tack funny how that skipping years ahead has held me back
i used to be the bright one top in my class funny what they give you when you just learn how to ask
i can write a song but i cant sing in key i can play piano but i never learned to read
i can't trap a mouse but i can pet a cat no i'm really serious! i'm really very good at that
i can't fix a car but i can fix a flat i could fix alot of things but i'd rather not get into that
i used to be the bright one smart as a whip funny how you slip so far when teachers dont keep track of it
i used to be the tight one the perfect fit funny how those compliments can make you feel so full of it
i can shuffle cut and deal but i can't draw a hand i can't draw a lot of things i hope you understand i'm not exceptionally shy but i've never had a man that i could look straight in the eye and tell my secret plans
i can take a vow and i can wear a ring and i can make you promises but they won't mean a thing
can't you do it for me, i'll pay you well fuck i'll pay you anything if you could end this
can't you just fix it for me, it's gone berserk... fuck i'll give you anything if you can make the damn thing work
can't you just fix it for me, ill pay you well, fuck ill pay you anything if you can end this hello, i love you will you tell me your name? hello, i'm good for nothing - will you love me just the same?
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Post by Happy_Chartreuse_Fog (Matt) on Apr 24, 2008 16:04:05 GMT -5
^I'm really looking forward to their new album next month!! I have a major obsession with Wintertime by Yeasayer. I'd post the lyrics, but I'm fairly certain most of them are not in English (and possibly just gibberish). But full track is on last FM should anyone be in the mood for something truly unique: www.last.fm/music/Yeasayer/_/Wintertime
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Post by Jupiter's Widow on Apr 27, 2008 12:32:06 GMT -5
Sia 'The Church of What's Happening Now'
I want to change, to rearrange What is going on I need to change, I need to play Like a five year old
I can't detach from the past and all of the pain I need to learn, start from scratch begin again
Throw away yesterday Today is a brand new day Throw away yesterday Today is a brand new day
So I'm going to eat one hundred sweets I don't care if I get fat And I'm going to speak one I won't censor me I know I can take nothing back
And I'm going to jump I will unburden I cannot go too deep I will not run from bad things I've done They're things I'll try not to repeat
Throw away yesterday Today is a brand new day Throw away yesterday Today is a brand new day
Welcome to The church of what's happening now Head straight through It costs nothing but change
Throw away yesterday Today is a brand new day Throw away yesterday Today is a brand new day
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Post by unraveling on Apr 27, 2008 13:19:58 GMT -5
Marilyn Manson - Count To Six And Die (The Vacuum Of Infinite Space Encompassing)
She's got her eyes open wide she's got the dirt and spit of the world her mouth on the metal the lips of a scared little girl
I've got an angel in the lobby he's waiting to put me in line I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
She's got her Christian prescriptures and death has crawled in her ear like elevator music of songs that she shouldn't hear
and it spins around 1...2...3 and we all lay down 4...5...6 some do it fast some do it better in smaller amounts
and it spins around 1...2...3 and we all lay down 4...5...6 some do it fast some do it better in smaller amounts
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Post by Saar°berry on Apr 27, 2008 17:23:15 GMT -5
I was listening to T's version and I suddently started bawling, this song is my life. Wow. Boys In The Trees - Carly Simon (but I prefer Tori's version)I'm home again in my old narrow bed Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end The low beam room with the window looking out On the soft summer garden Where the boys grew in the trees Here I grew guilty And no one was at fault Frightened by the power in every innocent thought And the silent understanding passing down From daughter to daughter Let the boys grow in the trees Do you go to them or do you let them come to you Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude Deny yourself and hope someone will see And live like a flower While the boys grew in the trees Last night I slept in sheets the colour of fire Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze And watch by the window Where the boys grew in the trees
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Post by She-Ra Winehouse on May 2, 2008 9:17:53 GMT -5
Call upon the author to explain - Nick Cave and the bad Seeds ... just bought the album and I loved this song live so I put it on, and again, and again
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Post by Alamo on May 4, 2008 12:04:49 GMT -5
Patrick Wolf - Tristan
SHIT, damnit. Song of the week. Did some really stupid stuff over the weekend, just to feel a thrill and something happening in my life. Gaaaaah!
I am the victim And the murderer You speak of love But I’ve never heard of her
I am fucked And I am fucking too
My name is Tristan And I am alive
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