― pleased to mitya (mitya), Sunday, 9 July 2006 00:03 (nineteen years ago)
Yeah I recognize that girlShe stumbled in some time last lonelinessBut I could not stand to touch her nowMy one and onlyness.
Deep in the woodsDeep in the woodsDeep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
Worms make their cruel designSaying d-i-e into her skinSaying dead into belly and death into shoulderWell last night she kissed me but than death was upon her.
Deep in the woodsDeep in the woods yeahDeep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
Now the killed waits for the killerAnd the trees all nod their heads, they are agreedThis knife feels like a knife feels like a knife that feels like it’s feed.Yeah I recognize that girlI took her from rags right through to stitches (pray for me now)Oh baby, tonight we sleep in separate ditches.
Love is for fools and all fools are loversIt’s raining on my house and none of the othersLove is for fools and God knows I’m still oneThe sidewalks are full of love’s lonely childrenThe sidewalks are full of love’s lonely childrenThe sidewalks are full of love’s lonely childrenThe sidewalks are full of love’s ugly children(oh baby let’s go, ah pray for me baby, pray for me baby)The sidewalk regrets that we had to kill themAnd
― Shoes say, yeah, no hands clap your good bra. (goodbra), Sunday, 9 July 2006 00:06 (nineteen years ago)
"Why do we still live here / In this repulsive town / All our friends are in New York"(The Magnetic Fields - 100,000 Fireflies)
― pleased to mitya (mitya), Sunday, 9 July 2006 00:07 (nineteen years ago)
Touch Too Much - AC/DC
― dr lulu (dr lulu), Sunday, 9 July 2006 00:13 (nineteen years ago)
Judee Sill - "Jesus Was a Crossmaker"
― Matt Golden (goldmatt), Sunday, 9 July 2006 01:44 (nineteen years ago)
― Mr. Snrub (Mr. Snrub), Sunday, 9 July 2006 02:01 (nineteen years ago)
― like murderinging (modestmickey), Sunday, 9 July 2006 02:18 (nineteen years ago)
― like murderinging (modestmickey), Sunday, 9 July 2006 02:19 (nineteen years ago)
― like murderinging (modestmickey), Sunday, 9 July 2006 02:21 (nineteen years ago)
ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?we all sit here stranded, but we all do our best to deny it- bob dylan, "visions of johanna"
our band could be your lifereal names'll be proofme and d boon's played for yearsbut punk rock changed our lifewe learned punk rock in hollywooddrove up from pedrowe were fucking corndogswe'd go drink and pogomr narrator, this is bob dylan to me!my story could be his songsi'm his solider childour band is scientist rockbut i was e bloomthen joe strummer, john doeme and d boon, playing guitar
this gets me on multiple levels - the literal, tragic friendship of mike watt and d boon, then being kids playing and listening to music and being totally uncool.
― Emily B (Emily B), Sunday, 9 July 2006 18:55 (nineteen years ago)
Well, I feelLike I have to feelSomething good all of the timeWith most of life I cannot dealBut a good feeling I can feelEven though it may not be realAnd if a person, place or thing can deliverI will quiver with delightBut will it last me for all my lifeOr just one more lonely night
The lust, the fleshThe eyesAnd the pride of lifeDrain the lifeRight out of me
Well, I see something and I want itBam! Right now!No questions askedDon't worry how much it costs me now or laterI want it and I want it fast I'll go to any lengthSacrifice all that I already haveAnd all that I might getJust to getSomething more that I don't needAnd Lord, please don't ask me what for
And I love when folksLook right at meAnd what I'm doingOr have doneAnd lay it on aboutHow groovy I amAnd that I'm looking grandAnd every single wordMakes me think I'll live foreverNever knowing that they probablyWon't remember what they said tomorrowTomorrow I could be dead
― PeopleFunnyBoy (PeopleFunnyBoy), Sunday, 9 July 2006 22:49 (nineteen years ago)
"hey coffee eyes/you've got me coughing up my cookie heart" genius!
― Adolescence Mokushiroku! (gendo ikari), Monday, 10 July 2006 16:07 (nineteen years ago)
(Prefab Sprout - "Desire As")
"Don't take yourself too seriouslyThere are precious few things worth hating nowadays,And none of them are me"
(Todd Rundgren - "Chain Letter")
― hank (hank s), Monday, 10 July 2006 20:19 (nineteen years ago)
― joseph cotten (joseph cotten), Monday, 10 July 2006 21:34 (nineteen years ago)
― Jessie the Monster (scarymonsterrr), Monday, 10 July 2006 22:07 (nineteen years ago)
― Jessie the Monster (scarymonsterrr), Monday, 10 July 2006 22:15 (nineteen years ago)
So don’t try to change who you are boy, and don’t try to be who you ain’t.And don’t let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man’s paint.
Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.Don’t sing with a fake British accent. Don’t act like your family’s a joke.Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday.Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, Don’t give it away.
― O'Connor (OConnorScribe), Monday, 10 July 2006 22:58 (nineteen years ago)
hats the way it goesThis city is so coldAnd I'm, I'm so slowThat's why I know
I say hit itBorn to loseBorn to loseBorn to loseBaby I'm born to lose
Nothing to doNothing to sayOnly one thing that I wantIt's the only way
I say hit itBorn to loseBorn to loseBorn to loseBaby I'm born to lose (2x)
Living in a jungleIt ain't so hardLiving in the cityIt will eat out your heart
Born to lose (3x)Baby I'm born to lose (4x)
― O'Connor (OConnorScribe), Monday, 10 July 2006 22:59 (nineteen years ago)