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-Band aid covers the bullet hole-  posté le lundi 21 août 2006 14:18

-Band aid covers the bullet holE-

Bees in the caramel and I'm not afraid
Surgeons make incisions
What a mess they've made
Tearing at my skin leaving knives in my brain
Stabbing at the voices making me insane
Girls vomit candy and lies that they're fed.
Boys whisper lullabies and wet their beds
Eat TV violence on the toast that they spread
Talking with their mouths full here is what they've said

Say hello to my little friend the
world is getting ugly
And we did it again
Say hello to my little friend the world is getting ugly
And we did it again
Oh uh oh the band aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh uh oh the band aid only covers the bullet hole

Spiders in my hair and guns on my mind
Thinking about the people who've been so unkind
If looks could kill them
I might make myself blind
Startled at the reasons that I just can't find
Kids break the dishes they crash on the floor
Parents hate the noise and shove them out the door
Robots steal emotions hide them under their beds
It gets them so excited
Here is what they've said

Say hello to my little friend the world is getting ugly
And we did it again....
Say hello to my little friend the world is getting ugly
And we did it again....
Oh uh oh oh oh the band aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh uh oh oh oh the band aid only covers the bullet hole

Oh uh oh oh oh

The band aid only covers the bullet hole

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-Alexander the burn victim- (Baby Dracula sur le cd)  posté le lundi 21 août 2006 15:03

-Alexander the burn victiM-

 

There's no second chanceS
No time for romances,o-oH
No consequence weighinG
His heart left decaying,o-oH
He's lost in his thinkinG
Disguised by his drinking,o-oH
No regret or fallinG
No well wishers calling,o-oH


And when he sleeps I hope he's okaY
But when he drinks he hits on yoU
And when he sleeps I know he's okaY
'Cause when he dreams he's someone neW

The pain of desirE
Is quenched by the fire,o-oH
No inkling of carinG
He's grief-stricken, staring,o-oH
No bloodloss or feelinG
As smoke hits the ceiling,o-oH
He sips down his sorroW
And prays "no tomorrow",o-oH

O-oH

But when he sleeps I hope he's okaY
But when he drinks he hits on yoU
And when he sleeps I know he's okaY
'Cause when he dreams he's someone neW

I love you, AlexandeR
We'll be together foreveR

It's all for lovE
It's all foR...

And when he sleeps I hope he's okaY
But when he drinks he hits on yoU
And when he sleeps I know he's okaY
'Cause when he dreams he's someone new,ooH

No hearing her laughteR
For in the hereafter,o-oH
He's handsome, well-spokeN
His heart can't be broken,o-oH

O-oh,oH
O-oh,oH

Goodnight, AlexandeR
GoodnighT

GoodnighT..

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H/C  posté le lundi 21 août 2006 16:03

-H over C-

Right hook so strong
You like his hair you sing along
With every word, he's M, he's B
He's so H, but over C

When your life comes crashing
Here comes love
Watch him coy and dashing
Here comes love

Left hook so weak
He shocks you when he speaks
He's everywhere he's M, he's B
He's so H, but over C

When
your life comes crashing
Here comes love
Watch him coy and dashing
Here comes love

Dirty bitch, the messiah
Scratch your itch, drug pariah
Pink prick, extra blunt
Gold plated, stunning cunt
Heart thief, dark soul
Sucks you dry, eats you whole

Dirty bitch, the messiah
Scratch your itch, drug pariah
Pink prick, extra blunt
Gold plated, stunning cunt
Heart thief, dark soul
Sucks you dry, eats you whole

Last hook can't dispute
I like to curse, he likes to shoo
At everyone
He's M, he's B
He's so H, but over C

When your life turns fashion
Here comes love
You watch the people cash in
Here comes love
He leaves you tired and scratching
There goes love
Gorgeous prick he's smashing

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-Art of pretension-  posté le lundi 21 août 2006 16:31

---ArT oF pReTeNsIoN---


Let's be pretentious
Be something we're not
And we'll jump on the bandwagon
Cause we think it is hot
And we'll shake our no wave asses
It's the thing to do until we can't think or breath


Let's be dramatic
Perceptions for pills
Then we’ll buy them with our paychecks so we can't pay our bills
And we'll sleep until tomorrow – I’ll be dreaming of you
Oh yeah


Let's be myopic
Elitists and smart
Gently rehash pop nostalgia into biblical art
Preach our genius to the masses til our faces blue
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah


I wanna drive my car into a wall
I wanna buy your house just to burn it down
Please, let me sleep with somebody that I will never trust
Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw-ups


Let’s be neurotic
Our highs and our lows
Hire someone who smells famous
To tell all of our woes
They’ll dissect us like we’re children attending Sunday school
Oh yeah


Let's be eclectic
Won’t graze with the pack
You can pierce it with a pin
Tattoo its name on your back
But you’ll never be as different as you wanted to be
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah


I want to drive my car into a wall
I want to buy your house just to burn it down
Please, Let me sleep with somebody that I will never trust
Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups



I can’t stop dancing
Or running in place
A reflection of my failures
Are lit up in your face
I see friends and I see lovers and my confidants
Oh yeah!


We’re frustrated liars, idiot savants, comforted by our petty torments and our liquor filled haunts
If we sleep for 3 tomorrows will …we wake up new?
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah


I wana drive my car into a wall
I wanna buy your house just to burn it down
And I if I sleep with somebody that I may ever love
Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw –ups
Blame the cruel art of pretension, I’m so screwed up
.

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-Broken record-  posté le lundi 21 août 2006 22:29

         -Broken record-

Just one more drink
And then go to bed.
You
stared at your glass
As I emptied my head.
I
said that I'm sorry
You said that's a shame.
I'
ll blame those boys
With those sweet christian names..
I'
m planning for closure
With guilt and remorse
You long for moments
When love was a source..
And if you're not happy
Why do you stay..
T
reacherous answers part lips and you'd say...


"Oh, this never felt like home"
A
nd you said: "oh, you never left me alone"
A
nd I said: "oh, I would've started to drown"
O
h-oh-oh-oh
This record broke on its own...

Surrender or nothing,
I'
m giving my best.
By
ripping what's left,
F
rom your half empty chest..
To
night I'll be honest,
Tonight you'll be brave..
I
t's all that I wanted,
I
t's all that you crave..
You'
re watching my face,
My tears are a strain
Your heart makes a fist,
And it's bruising my brain..
And if I'm so happy...
..Why do I say all these things that linger, rot, and decay..


And you said: "oh, Christ hang up the phone.."
And you said: "oh, I guess I've always known"
Bu
t I said: "oh, never leave me alone"
O
h-oh-oh-oh...this record broke on its own...

...This record breaks on its own...

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