Lyrics time!

[Rozard]

Actually, flint, there's an earlier version of the song. I have a copy of the version you first posted.


Burning Airlines - Paper Crowns

This overgrown boy in a paper crown
is eating his own to teach you to keep it down
Your favorite show: he's taken his guns to town
The rattle of bones rocks when you play it loud
And the less that you know, maybe what goes around
won't ever come around
until you're deep in the ground

So in the sweet here and the now
we're cherishing our paper crowns
Paid and policed and so proud, I know

Ego, ego, leading the long way home
Playstation glow lighting the rush hour road
And the less that you know, maybe what goes around
won't ever come around
until you're deep in the ground

So in the sweet here and the now
we're polishing our paper crowns
Paid and policed and so proud, I know

Glacial calm, profiles on
Uneasy cure, now all's secure

In the sweet here and the now
we're polishing our paper crowns.

[Kai Stromler]

Death - Empty Words
[Symbolic - Roadrunner 1995]

Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We finds ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
No escaping from those haunting
empty words...

Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To by thought rewind in order to find

Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on our own -
And seeing what is real...

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We finds ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
No escaping from those haunting
empty words...


Death songs always lose impact without Chuck's guitar, but the lyrics for this one stand alone okay.

--K

[Moonlight Soldier]

Basket Case-Green Day
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything
At once
I am one of those mellodramatic fools
Etc etc..

[Farlo]

Kreator - "love us or hate us"

don't try to tell us what is right for us
We don't give a fuck anyway
Don't try to steal imagination from us
Things we believe we will never betray

Those who have the power to
Suck us dry - throw us away
Those who never could create
Destroy the music of today

Those devoid of any feeling
Those who make the compromise
Betray themselves to make a deal
Sell their soul at any price

Sounds without feeling, energy or aggression
From money hungry brains and not from the heart
Fortune, fame and glory are their obsessions
Salesmen, deaf of music, blind to art

No honesty, just sterility
A cautious sound they make without creativity
It's still the same as another age
When they took the words of truth and put them to a flame

No more
Love us or hate us
No more
Love us or hate us

Some have eyes and still can't see
Their plastic noise is anything but music to me
mechanized and computerized
Switch off your brain and make sounds that
dehumanize

No more
Love us or hate us
No more
Love us or hate us

Don't try to take our dreams away from us
We will never be like you
Love us or hate us, it doesn't matter to me
We don't want to be a part of this sick society

[Kracus]

Pearl Jam - Sleight of Hands ( been listening to it recently, these are not the album version but the acoustic version done recently)

Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform. Something he hadn't imagined being. As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands. Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?

He was okay but wondering about wandering. Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall. Trapped on a road he knew by heart. It was like a book he read in his sleep. Endlessly. Sometimes he hid in the radio watching others pour into their homes. While he was drifting.

On a line to himself. On a line, outside the lines. Bye the by. As dirt turned to sand. As if moved by sleight of hand.

When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm. Organized his few things. His coat and keys. And he knew realizations would have to wait. Till he had more time. More time.

A time to dream to himself. He waves goodbye to his self. I'll see you on the other side. Another man moved by slight of hand.

[Set_Abominae]

Voltaire, Death, and Kreator are good stuff.

Strapping Young Lad "Detox"

I've Got A Feeling
With The Wrong People
And I Can't Control My Thoughts

I Wish That I Could Sleep
And Just Get This Over With
...This Is Only High School Bullshit...

I Just Want To Feel

I Was Warned
Absolutley Numb
No Good Around People
Everyone Knows And Watches Me

How Did I Get Here Tonight?
What Am I Doing Here?
How Did I Reach This State?
How Did I Lose My Sight?

I'm Lost ... I'm Freaking
And Everybody Knows ... Everyone's Watching

...So Here's All My Hopes And Aspirations
Nothing But Puke
God, It's So Lonely...

I Just Want To Feel

[njijin]

here ya go!

Shoot me again 8)
metallica-

I won't go away
right here I'll stay

stand silent in flames
stand tall 'till it fades

shoot me again

all the shots I take
I spit back at you
all the shit you fake
comes back to haunt you

all the shots

all the shots I take
what difrence did I make?
all the shots I take
I spit back at you

I won't go away, with a bullet in my back
right here I'll stay, with a bullet in my back

shoot me
take a shot

I'll stand on my own, with a bullet in my back
I'm stranded and sold, with a bullet in my back

I bite my tongue
trying not to shoot back
no compromise
my hart won't pump the other way

wake the sleeping giant
wake the beast
wake the sleeping dog
no, let him sleep

[Evil Urchin]

Dracula From Houston

Got no future
Great big past
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass
Gotta meet the plane so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool
But a little bit funky
Got no credit
And I got no fear
And I got about a buck
So I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor ‘bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike
And I gotta paint it red

Oh no
We gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why? Why? We gotta die
You know that we’ll be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don’’t have to be there
Cause I'm never never never
Comin’ home

Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck
I was walkin the walk
And I was talkin to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled
And steppin’ outta line
Had the end against the middle and losin every time
I was famous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morningAnd I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike
Had to paint it red

Oh no
We gotta go
Were not gonna live forever
Why? Why? We gotta die
You know that we’ll be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you’ll miss me
But I’m never never never
Comin’’ home

Oh no
We gotta go
Were not gonna live forever
Why? Why? we gotta die
You know that we’ll be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don’t have to be there
Cause I’m never never never
Comin’ home

Staring in disbelief
Out at the gloom
I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years
Started playin’ out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin at the gig and in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said this is what you’ll do
You’re gonna get a bike
Your gonna paint it blue

Oh no
We gotta go
Were not gonna live forever
Why? Why? We gotta die
You know that we’ll be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you’’ll miss me,
But I’m never never never
Comin’ home

[kilik^]

yep im a thursday's freak

Marches And Maneuvers
Thursday

this is a war we live and the sides are drawn (the sides are drawn).
and we're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out (wear us out).
there is a storm at sea.
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?

(the taste of your kerosine lips burn me up)
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?
rise, glare from your enemy sights make me go blind/blinds
divide the sunlight into thin strips, the size of a blade, in this trench that we dig for ourselves.
fourscore and fade. glare with the enemy heat of the bodies in the bed. no retreat.

this is a war we live in. now we're up in arms (up in arms)
with our heads pressed against the wall and it's wearing thin (and wearing thin).
these are the screams we swallow,
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?

(the taste of your kerosine lips burn me up)
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?
rise, the glare from your enemy sights make me go blind

this is our war
administer the pill (keep fighting)
before the cell divides (keep marching)
we'll both go down like toy soldiers.

this is a war
threats and picket lines (keep fighting)
are forming around our beds (keep marching)
and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time.

if we trip each other into this,
do you think we'll find a way out?
we've synthesized a compound to treat this conscience, it's:

one part loss, one part no sleep, one part the gun shot we heard,
one part the screams mistaken for laughter, one part everything after,
one part love, one part stepping out of the driving rain,
one part parting ways, in the cold apartment. don't look back,
just keep running down the stairs. do you hear the footsteps?
can you hear voices in the traffic, communiques in the attic?
they say, after time, all this will heal,
we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace.

[Otohiko]

Captain Beefheart - Ashtray Heart

You used me like an ashtray heart
Case of the punks
Right from the start
I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty
With a saccharine chaperone
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a "shrink"
And pick you up in a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody's had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother / father figure
Somebody's had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
New hearts to the dining rooms
Violet heart cake
Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear
Ashtray heart
You picked me out, brushed me off
Crushed me while I was burning out
Then you picked me out
Like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Used me for an ashtray heart
Hit me where the lover hangs out
Stood behind the curtain
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
You looked in the window when I went out
You used me like an ashtray heart.