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Lucretia, your name reminds me of a Megadeth song. Megadeth - Lucretia Sitting up late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape Up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say Dave you're mental anyway Drift into a deeper state I stalk the cobwebbed stairways Dirt grits beneath my feet The stair creaks, I precariously sneak Hypnosis guides my hand I slipslide through the walkways Sit in granny's rocking chair Memories are whirling by yeah Reminisce in the attic Lucretia waits impatiently Cobwebs make me squint The cobra so eloquently glints Moonbeams surge through the sky The crystal ball is energized Surely that like the cat waiting Lucretia rocks away I don´t know about you guys but I am amazed with Raze....
Yeah. Nightwish and The Gathering. Oh and Nevermore rocks. Man, those guys are heavy. Nevermore - The River Dragon Has Come Today the warning came in the flood Architects and fools never cared for poor men's blood Cursed to repeat the past they are The river dragon swims upstream They've built another wall The three will fall Save us from the flood Washed away we drown The river dragon has come Souls wash away The earth has spoken and taken them to their graves Those who cannot remember the last Fall away, far away The distance meets its task The three will fall Save us from the flood Washed away we drown The river dragon has come Souls wash away The earth has spoken and taken them to their graves The river dragon has come at first light of dawn The earth has spoken And in the crush they are gone The river dragon has come Souls wash away The earth has spoken and taken them to their graves In the mass destruction the bringer shows his form Technology the beast The seventh crown
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I would like to say something, but as i can see don't have so many news around here in these last days, the only thing i can to say is:
Hi kiya, hi lynn, i'm here yet, but i don't have much to do.
A lyric what i would post here is:
Roxette - you don't understand me
, cause i like a lot of this music and many of you know it too, i'll not post the lyric cause it'll spend a lot of space.
So, goodbye to everybody and see you someday.
Who's gonna show you how to fly!
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Bye Shyon. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" /> Maybe we'll see you again when Riftrunner is released. And now for something completely different... How's this for obscure; <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" /> I could not find a homepage, fanpage or lyrics online; I did find some information, though. Kiss My Boots - Soho 69 (brief bio) my sister's name is Larry my friends all call her Bill drop dead looks she reads motorcycle books makes a hurricane stand still she don't wear no lipstick don't wear no frilly dress bleached blond hair she likes men's underwear she's a tongue-tied, leather clad bitch and don't you mess with my sister she's a dynamo now you know why you got a big black eye at the all night picture show she said "kiss my boots, I'll show you how to fight gonna get you ready for a saturday night" I said yah, yah (yah, yah) woh, woh (woh, woh) kiss my boots, what's wrong is right a knock down, drag it out, shoot em up fight I said yah, yah (yah, yah) woh, woh (woh, woh) she's my sister she's my brother my blood boils thin when you talk about Marry that way every single weekend me and L got wound up tight walking through the mall standing real tall she dropped them with a smile and her right never had a boyfriend she never crossed second base I asked her why and she started to cry and told me to shut my face and don't you mess... she said... she's my sister she's my brother my blood boils thin when you talk about Larry that way like the Mona Lisa sitting all alone <unclear> she's never been a princes never been a bride she's just my brother Larry or my sister, I can't decide she said... kiss my boots, I'll show you how to fight she said yah, yah (yah, yah) woh, woh (woh, woh) Larry... Larry...
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Lucretia, your name reminds me of a Megadeth song.
Thank you flixerflax. I didn´t know that song from Megadeth. Actually my name is a Sisters of Mercy song. It is the first lyrics I posted in here. It is my most favourite song. I liked very much the lyrics of Megadeth. Although I don´t listen to heavy metal music very much (I listen very much gothic music), I will search the song you wrote. I liked it. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
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Yo Raze, i said goodbye just for yesterday, i`ll come here sometimes.
Who's gonna show you how to fly!
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<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ouch.gif" alt="" /> DOH! what a relief. shyon, stick around, ok? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />
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Mr President by Venerea
Cliff Barnes where would you have been if j.r. wouldn't have been there with his dollar grin ? What would you be doing ? Would you be screwing a wing ?
chorus: Mr president save our human rights Mr president save us from the night
Digger Barnes that's his old man He once dated miss Ellie but he lost again that's where it all began But Cliff, you're still my captain captain my captain
------------------------ If you like Metal, and poetry: Static-X
Cold
We kiss The Stars We writhe We are
Your name Desire Your flesh We are
Cold We're so cold We are so Cold We're so cold
Your mouth This words Silence It turns Humming We laugh My head Falls back
Burn To Burn
Static in sound Uncurable You plant the seed You fill the need
We give to take Our eyes They burn Sensing the feel Feeling the real
Burn to burn The seed we sow Burn to flow Into the sorrow Burn to burn The seed we sow Burn to grow Into the sorrow
I'm staring deep I'm staring bleak I search in vain Your flower glows Your mother knows
As winter comes As time passes We forget the Static in sound
Static in sound Delusional You plant the seed You fill the need
We give to take Our hands They learn Sensing the feel Feeling the real
It's one of these days...
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Ok this is one of my fav from Cure. In fact there are many songs from Cure that I simply adore. I am very proud that I have all their records in Vinyl. (Don´t know about other countries but here vinyl records are now rare and very very expensive. Only the collectors buy them for sentimental reasons and they spend a lot of money).
Primary - The Cure The innocence of sleeping children Dressed in white And slowly dreaming Stops all time I slow my steps and start to blur So many years have filled my heart I never thought I'd say those words
The further we go And older we grow The more we know The less we show
The very first time I saw your face I thought of a song And quickly changed the tune The very first time I touched your skin I thought of a story And rushed to reach the end Too soon
Oh remember Please Don't change
And so the fall came Thirteen years A shiny ring And how I could forget your name The air no longer in my throat Another perfect lie is choked But it always feels the same
So they close together Dressed in red and yellow Innocent forever Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms Still dream...
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Master of the Wind, by Manowar
In the silence, of the darkness when all are fast asleep I live inside a dream calling to your spirit
As a sail calls the wind, hear the angels sing Far beyond the sun Across the western sky
Reach into the blackness find a silver line In a voice, I whisper a candle in the night
Will carry all our dreams in a single dream of light close your eyes, look into the dream Winds of change, will winds of fortune bring
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky, gold is at the end, for each of us to find, There the road begins, where another one will end.
Hear the four winds blow, who will break and who will bend, All to be the master of the wind,
Falling stars, now light my way My life was written on the wind Clouds above, clouds below I ascend the dream within.
When the wind fills the sky the clouds will move aside And there will be the road to all our dreams.
For any day that stings too better days it brings Nothing is as bad as it seems
Close your eyes, look into the dream Winds of change will winds of fortune bring
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky gold is at the end for each of us to find There the road begins where another one will end Hear the four winds know who will break and who will bend All to be the master of the wind
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I will call you "Squishy", and you will be my squishy! OW! BAD SQUISHY!
- Dory, Finding Nemo
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This one is dedicated to my friend LewsTherinKinslayer13.
Hope you will come back soon.
Whisper, by Evanescence:
Catch me as I fall say you´re here and it´s all over now speaking to the atmosphere No one´s here and I fall into myself This truth drives me into madness I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
Don´t turn away don´t give into the pain Don´t try to hide, though they´re sreaming you´re name don´t close your eyes god knows what lies behind them don´t turn out the light never sleep never die!
I´m frightened by what I see but somehow I know that there is much more to come immobilized by my fear and soon to be blinded by tears I can stop the pain if I will it all away
Don´t turn away don´t give into the pain Don´t try to hide, though they´re sreaming you´re name don´t close your eyes god knows what lies behind them don´t turn out the light never sleep never die!
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live and let die!
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"This one is dedicated to my friend LewsTherinKinslayer13." This one too. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> The Kinslayer - NightwishFor whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind Even the dead cry - Their only comfort Kill your friend, I don`t care Orchid kids, blinded stare Need to understand No need to forgive No truth no sense left to be followed "Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend" "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!" "In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way" "Your praying is in vain It`ll all be over soon" "Father help me, save me a place by your side!" "There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves" "Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones" "Drunk with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..." Cursing, God, why? Falling for every lie Survivors` guilt In us forevermore 15 candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: "How were we supposed to know?" _____ 4 pink ones 9 blue ones 2 black ones - In memory of the Redeemers 20.4.1999
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Wear sunscreen If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now................
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh never mind, you will never understand the power and the beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in twenty years, you will look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future or worry that know that worrying is as affective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blindsides you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other peoples' hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealously, sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the "Funky Chicken" on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can, don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room.
Read the directions even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go. But a precious few, who should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, for as the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain alible truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old
and when you do, you'll fanaticise that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse but you'll never know when either one will run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're forty, it will look eighty-five.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling for more than it's worth.
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Not in the mood for cheese? That excuse has more holes than a slice this fine Gorgombert!
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I almost heard an interview with the woman who wrote that, after the song briefly became very popular. The radio show host introduced the topic by stating that the advice was ok, if somewhat trivial/banal, but was not an amazingly inspirational guiding light to live your life by, as some people seemed to believe. On hearing the introduction (he didn't criticize the song, just questioned whether it deserved the praise/popularity it was getting), she immediately hung up without a word. The host's response was something like, 'well, I guess she had already done one thing today which scared her'. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
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Lol <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
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some dan bern songs-
jerusalem
When I tell you that I love you Don't test my love Accept my love don't test my love Cause maybe I don't love you all that much
Don't ask what kind of music I'm gonna play tonight Just stay awhile Hear for yourself awhile And if you must put me in a box Make sure it's a big box With lots of windows And a door to walk through And a nice high chimney So we can burn burn burn Everything that we don't like And watch the ashes Fly up to Heaven Maybe all the way to India I'd like that
All the ancient kings came to my door They said, "Do you want to be an ancient king too?" I said, "Oh yes, very much But I think my timing's wrong" They said, "Time is relative Or did you misread Einstien?" I said, "Do you really mean it?" They said, "What do you think we come here for Our goddamn health or something?"
Everybody's waiting for the messiah The Jews are waiting The Christians are waiting Also the Muslims It's like everybody's waiting They've been waiting a long time I know how I hate to wait Like even for a bus or something An important phone call So I can imagine How darned impatient Everybody must be getting
So I think it's time now Time to reveal myself I am the Messiah I am the Messiah I am the Messiah
Yes, I think you heard me right I am the Messiah I was gonna wait till next year Build up the suspense a little Make it a really big surprise But I could not resist It's like when you got a really big secret You're just bursting to tell someone It was kinda like that with this And now that I've told you I feel this great weight lifted Dr. Nusbaum was right He's my therapist He said get it out in the open
I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem Mmmm Jerusalem Sweet Jerusalem And all I ate was olives Nothing but olives Mountains of olives It was a good ten days I like olives I like you too
So when I tell you that I love you Don't test my love Accept my love Don't test my love 'Cause maybe I don't love you all that much
kurt
When Kurt Cobain blew out his brain All the little girls They cried like rain And as for me I felt the pain But I got no T-shirts left to stain For Kennedy and Jesse James And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain
You can hear them crying down the lane From Portland to Maryland From Greece to Spain As my life drips like coffee down the drain My eyes dry up like a rusty chain So Kennedy and Jesse James Will have to cry for Kurt Cobain
It's a hard life and no one's to blame When God's not on the morning train If Cain don't kill Abel, Abel kills Cain And tears now shed are shed in vain For Kennedy and Jesse James And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain
There's three new roses growin' in the lane It was a long hard winter, but now there's rain If you want my tears tell me your name Give me you hand let me feel your pain But for Kennedy and Jesse James There's Joan af Arc and Kurt Cobain
tiger woods
I got big balls Big ole balls Big as grapefruits Big as pumpkins Yes sir, yes sir And on my really good days They swell to the size of small dogs My balls are as big as small dogs
Well, it ain't braggin' if it's true Yes sir, yes sir It ain't braggin' if it's true Mohammed Ali said that Back when he was a young man Back when he was Casius Clay Before he fought too many fights And left his brain inside the ring
Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods
I got a friend whose goal in life Was to one day go down on Madonna That's all he wanted That was all To one day go down on Madonna And when my friend was thirty-four He got his wish in Rome one night He got to go down on Madonna In Rome one night in some hotel And ever since he's been depressed 'Cause life is [nocando] from here on in And all our friends just shake their heads And say, "Too soon, too soon, too soon, He went down on Madonna too soon Too young, too young, too soon, too soon"
And it ain't braggin' if it's true Yes sir, yes sir It ain't braggin' if it's true Mohammed Ali said that Back when he was Casius Clay Before he fought too many fights And left his brain inside the ring
Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods
If certain girls don't look at you It means that they like you a lot If other girls don't look at you It just means they're ignoring you How can you know, how can you know? Which is which, who's doing what? I guess that you can ask 'em Which one are you baby? Do you like me or are you ignoring me? Do you like me or are you ignoring me? Do you like me or are you ignoring me? And all you need to do that Is one good pair of big balls Balls as big as grapefruits Balls as big as pumpkins Balls as big as mine
But even though my balls are big Sometimes i wish they were bigger Even bigger Big as the wheels on tractors Big as the golden arches Big as the Golden Gate Bridge Big as the state of Kansas Big as Mars and Jupiter Big as the swing in Tiger Woods Tiger Woods Tiger Woods
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Artist: Goldfinger Song: 99 Red Balloons =----------------------------------------= You and I in a little toy shop buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn 'Til one by one, they were gone Back at base, bugs in the software Flash the message, "Something's out there" Floating in the summer sky 99 red balloons go by. 99 red balloons floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky As 99 red balloons go by. 99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet To worry, worry, super-scurry Call out the troops now in a hurry This is what we've waited for This is it boys, this is war The president is on the line As 99 red balloons go by. 99 Kriegsminister Streichholz und Benzinkanister Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute Witterten schon fette Beute Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht Mann, wer haette das gedacht Dass es einmal soweit kommt Wegen 99 Luftballons 99 dreams I have had In every one a red balloon It's all over and I'm standin' pretty In the dust that was a city If I could find a souvenier Just to prove the world was here... And here it is, a red balloon I think of you and let it go.
It's one of these days...
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I know a song with that title but it is from a German artist called Nena. Is it the same? Do you know it? It was a great hit back in '80s
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it's the same.
only one's english, and one's german.
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Cool! I wish I could hear this version. I will search for it. Thnx faile <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
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see if you can find it by a band called 7 seconds. that's my favorite version.
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