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Jul 08, 06
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Prozac: be my date? 
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Jul 08, 06
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a little more atmosphere, guys? reflections "Lets have a confrontation over a cold one I'll give you conversation just to see if you can hold em" "I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh And all of your regrets that you're carrying a burying Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with" or....aesop rock? 9-5er's anthem "Life treats the peasants like They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth" "It's the year of the landshark Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters"
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Jul 08, 06
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"Needle And The Damage Done"
I caught you knockin' at my cellar door I love you, baby, can I have some more Ooh, ooh, the damage done. I hit the city and I lost my band I watched the needle take another man Gone, gone, the damage done. I sing the song because I love the man I know that some of you don't understand Milk-blood to keep from running out. I've seen the needle and the damage done A little part of it in everyone But every junkie's like a settin' sun.
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Jul 08, 06
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the song that made me despise Lynard Skynard's music, and the ideals that the Confederate flag represents.
"Southern Man" Southern man better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks. Southern man when will you pay them back? I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? Southern man better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown I've seen your black man comin' round Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down! I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long?
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Jul 08, 06
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Murs & Slug - The Biggest Lie
(murs) The problem with me, is that I think too much Relying on this pen and this ink too much And I do too much, I'm always on tour Accumulating points 'til I forgot about the score And the problem with you, is you don't think at all Your brains deadweight so you sink and you fall You drink and you smoke 'til your motivations gone And you know this is true, so you hate this song (slug) The problem with me, is co-dependency So afraid of the day that you wont remember me Knee deep in anxiousness, needy like an infant Escapism, beats rhymes alcohol and women The problem with you, is you let your self stop believing And now you're afraid of your own thoughts and feelings Forgot how to share what I love most about you Lost your voice, now no choice but to doubt you
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Jul 08, 06
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ultimate break-up song
bjork - 5 years "You think you're denying me of something Well I've got plenty You're the one who's missing out But you won't notice 'Till after five years If you'll live that long You'll wake up All loveless I dare you To take me on I dare you To show me your palms I'm so bored with cowards That say they want Then they can't handle"
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Jul 14, 06
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These lyrics are really basic but my friend always says they remind him of me so I've grown to love them.
The Smashing Pumpkins - Crush You wrap your arms around A feeling that surrounds Like liquid peppermint Just taste the drinks that she served And this feeling shivers down your spine Love comes in colors I can't deny All that matters is love, love, your love You're sleeping in your bed Just rest your weary head Maybe you shouldn't care Throw away those dreams and dare And I wonder if it matters to me Love comes in colors I can't deny All that shimmers is love, love, your love Your love Your love Then there's the Sneaker Pimps - Six underground Take me down, 6 underground, The ground beneath your feet, Laid out low, nothing to go Nowhere or way to meet I've got a head full of drought, Down here, so far from losing out Round here, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Calm me down, bring it round Too way high off your street I can see like nothing else In me you're better than I wannabe Don't think 'cos I understand, I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Talk me down, safe and sound Too strung up to sleep Wear me out, scream and shout Swear my time's never cheap I fake my life like I've lived Too much, I take whatever you're given Not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace
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Jul 14, 06
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annnddd finally Sage Francis 'Broken Wings'
she's a fairy with broken wings. i used to go watch her perform, and if she hears me, i hope she sings the songs, that had me goin' right back...couldn't find anyone in town to talk, about how no one like that...should be confined to the ground we walk. she glides...so much it seems like she floats and these folks, decide...to crush her wings until they're permanently broke. she'd ride...gusts of wind just by the way she spoke. she cries...but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope. on the east side...hustling, discussing things that we quote, in shallow conversations as if we have deep throats. we choke on our confusion, not sure if it's a heat stroke or if we need coats, trading in our cheap jokes for c-notes. i see notes being passed, i ask to see what these creeps wrote, to find silly kids had flying privileges revoked. ski slopes have been blocked off...they can't chance it. had weights tied to her ankles, she most definitely can't skip town. she's held down by the transcripts my hands grip. i tried to tie her wings back on before they're once again clipped. panic stricken...she'll remain stuck on a titanic sinkin'...but she's tryin' to stay up. change her plan, thinkin'..."it's okay." see this is strange but, abraham lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up. i'd like to see her take flight into the stars, instead of letting her fly free, they keep her in jars. instead of letting 'em fly free, they keep 'em in jars. i put my hands to the glass so hard that it might break the prison bars. it isn't hard to see why they keep her captive, she's naturally attractive, speaks with ad-libs, she's uncommonly talented. ain't enough adjectives to do her disposition justice. kids are wishin' for just a kiss and it's a mission to touch her lips. they can't trust her with freedom of movement. that's a chance to lose her quick, if she ups and splits, so you might as well call that discussion quits. they have ways to keep her down. the government's underlings enslave people in this town...especially if their culture's rich. exploiting talents, making her do a bunch of tricks, with the rest of the wingless imports, repeatedly told: "you ain't a fairy, you just a bitch! with a butt that's thick... so rub your tits... and thrust your hips... and suck my dick... and run your shit...and run your shit...and run your shit..." she's a fairy with broken wings, i used to go watch her perform, and if she hears me, i hope she sings songs, that had me goin' right back...couldn't find anyone in town to talk about how no one like that...should be confined to the ground we walk. when i was down in new york, she'd send me letters and i read her passages, about how i left her to the savages. no matter how sad that is, i didn't cry, 'cause it was only a matter of time before they'd figured me out and tried to strip my pride. i knew the scoop...wish you could've seen the blueprints in my eye, when i flew the coup, utilizing overground railroads in the sky. it was live or die. let me let you in on this secret of mine, me and you are different, girl...we don't even need wings to fly. keep on singing. give it a try. give it a try.
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Jul 17, 06
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the king of compound rhymes Eminem (old Slim Shady LP style)
i feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net poppin perkasets, i'm a nervous wreck i deserve respect, but I work a sweat for this worthless check bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
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Jul 18, 06
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holy shit, I would name so many but I'm so down at the moment.................................. .......................................
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Jul 22, 06
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One Be Lo of Binary Star in Reality Check...
i wanna fortune, i wanna make music and hit the lottery fortunately my music is never watery that's how its gotta be, as far as I can see maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view its like astronomy it aint all about economy so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me honestly, my number one policy is quality never sell my soul is my philosophy high velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy i told you cats a long time ago it ain't no stoppin' me
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Jul 22, 06
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The New You
The Vandals Now you say that you like me, but you don't "like" like me. And you say that you love me but you're not "in" love with me And we should just be friends but friends shouldn't treat other friends like that you're not too friendly when you act like that. Every time I call the old you, the new you answers the phone. I would like to talk to old you , but the new you says you're not home Whatever happened to that girl I knew, she was just like you- but was way more into me. Lately you've been acting strange, or going through a phase Why's it gotta be like that? The old you dug me, but the new you snubs me, and asks me to go away but I ain't going away- Every time I call the old you, the new you answers the phone. I would like to talk to old you , but the new you says "you're not home" I've been so patient and I'm giving you space I haven't called all day, but you're still not coming around You've made a big mistake- that's not a threat no matter how it sounds Things were going so great, but as of late you haven't much to say The old you loved me, but the new you snubs me, and asks me to go away but I ain't going away- Every time I call the old you, the new you answers the phone. I would like to talk to old you , but the new you says you're not home Well now you say that you like me, but you don't "like" like me. And you say that you love me but you're not "in" love with me And we should just be friends- but friends shouldn't treat other friends like that you're not too friendly when you act like that. Should I smash your fucking head with a baseball bat? And dig around the brains and goo for something that looks lie old you- Every time I call the old you, the new you answers the phone. I would like to talk to old you , but the new you says "you're not home" you say that you like me, but you don't "like" like me....
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