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Mnementh

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If you wanna leave
I won’t beg you to stay
And if you gotta go darling
Maybe it’s better that way
I’m gonna be strong
I’m gonna do fine
Don’t worry about this heart of mine
Just walk out that door
Yea see if I care
Go on and go now but
Don’t turn around
Cause you’re gonna see my heart breaking
Don’t turn around
I don’t want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It’s tearing me apart
That you’re leaving
I’m letting you go
But I won’t let you know
I won’t miss your arms around me
Holding me tight
If you ever think about me
Just know that I’ll be alright
I’m gonna be strong
I’m gonna do fine
Don’t worry about this heart of mine
I know I’ll survive
Sure I’ll make it through
And I’ll even learn to live without you
Don’t turn around
Cause you’re gonna see my heart breaking
Don’t turn around
I don’t want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It’s tearing me apart
That you’re leaving
I’m letting you go
But I won’t let you know
I wish I could scream out loud
That I love you
I wish I could say to you
Don’t go
As he walks away he feels the pain getting strong
People in your life they don’t know what’s going on
Too proud to turn around he’s gone
Don’t turn around
Cause you’re gonna see my heart breaking
Don’t turn around
I don’t want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It’s tearing me apart
That you’re leaving
I’m letting you go
But I won’t let you know
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« Reply #1 on: 12 Aug 2005, 07:03 »

Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow.
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore.
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
De de de de de...
Sailway,...
From Bissau to Palau in the shade of Avalon.
From Fiji to Tiree and the isles of Ebony.
From Peru to Cebu, feel the power of Babylon.
From Bali to Cali, far beneath the Coral Sea.
De de de de de...
Sail away...
Turn it up...Adieu, ooh.
From the North to the South, Ebudau unto Khartoum.
From the deep Sea of Clouds to the Island of the Moon.
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
Carry me on the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, with the Orinoco flow.
Wecan sail away...
We can steer, we can near with Rob Dickins at the wheel.
We can sigh, say goodbyeRoss and his dependencies.
We can sail away
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« Reply #2 on: 12 Aug 2005, 07:16 »

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion

Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion

Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence

If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny

Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence

Don't care what people say
Follow just your own way
Follow just your own way
Don't give up, don't give up
To return, to return to innocence.
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.
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« Reply #3 on: 12 Aug 2005, 07:30 »

I am here back from the dead,
to paint the world in blood red.
Watch out! The hell in my eyes,
when I take the harvest with my scythe.
Bringing fire as I ride,
I will send bombs out in the night,
Just listen, to what I have to tell,
Cause I wish you fucking hell!

It won't be nice to meet up with me,
because all I wanna do,
is to fistfuck you!

I am the Supersatan!
Big block instead of balls.
Your fear is gasoline,
for my supernatural death machine!
I am the raging hate!
Six Six Six: My license plate!

So fuck you all!

I'm coming round to satanise,
to slaughter and to pulverise...
Yeah! I'm coming round!
I guess you do not,
really love me.
Bur riding with the evil,
gives me pleasures too!

I am the Supersatan!
Big block instead of balls.
Your fear is gasoline,
for my supernatural death machine!
I am the raging hate!
Six Six Six: My license plate!

I am the loving darkness,
that sweetly embraces your soul!
That sweetly embraces your soul!

Racing with the hand of doom,
will be very cool!
Hey little motherfucker,
I will make you a fool.

I am the Supersatan,
your fear is gasoline.
Not weapons kill me,
but I fuck you!
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« Reply #4 on: 12 Aug 2005, 07:35 »

No.  You don't understand the thread.  None of that allowed!

You said you didn't need her
You told her good-bye (good-bye)
You sacrificed a good love
To satisfy your pride
Now you wished
That you should have her (have her)
And you feel like such a fool
You let her walk away
Now it just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the rain (rain)
Blame it on the stars (stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah
You can blame it on the rain
Get
Ooh, ooh (ooh)
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain
Yeah, yeah
Should've told her you were sorry (sorry) huh
Could have said you were wrong
But no you couldn't do that. No, no
You had to prove you were strong ooh
If you hadn't been so blinded (blinded)
She might still be there with you
You want her back again
But she just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling
Blame it on the stars that did shine at night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah

You can blame it on the rain
Cos the rain don't mind
And the rain don't care
You got to blame it on something
(Blame it on the rain)
(Blame it on the stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah
You can blame it on the rain
Girl

Ooh, ooh (ooh)
Girl
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain

Get
Girl
(Whatever you do...)
(Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah) x 3
You can blame it on the rain, blame it on the rain,
blame it on the rain baby
(Blame it on the rain yeah yeah)
Blame it on the stars that did shine that night
(Blame it on the rain yeah yeah)
Blame it, blame it on the rain
woo
I'm walking
I'm walking

Walking in the rain
Walking in the rain

(Rain, rain)
(Stars, stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
(Blame it on the rain)
yeah yeah
(Blame it on the rain)
that keeps falling, falling
(Blame it on the stars)
that did shine that night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah
Blame it on the rain (rain, rain)
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« Reply #5 on: 12 Aug 2005, 07:38 »

NO METAL
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« Reply #6 on: 12 Aug 2005, 07:44 »

ok, no metal!

Here it comes again,
Taste of jagged glass and rusty can...
There are just black holes,
Where the stars would be watching!
Just black holes,
Where the stars should have been!

Plumes of dirt,
Caress a urine coloured sun.
Swarms of angels,
Come to kill your sons!
And there's nothing but black holes,
Where the stars should have been.
Nothing but black holes,
Where the stars would be watching...

Oh those strange argonauts,
Digging again in your pit,
Cover them in menstrual stream.
Cover them in black gold.
Plunge them into ingots.
Ripping through your menstrual stream,
Rising up taste of rusty can...
And jagged glass feeling again!
Here it comes again...

Hordes of locusts, blot out your sun!
Raining down...rain on everyone!
Poor little rich thing,
Poor little bleeding heart...
Poor little misunderstood,
Piss on it...I'm sick of it!
Enough is enough,
I wanna fuck it up!
In spite of it,
Just for the hell of it!
I wanna fuck it up!
Out of sync, out of phase!
Out of sight, out of spite!
Raining down, raining everyone!

Poor little rich thing,
Poor little bleeding heart...
Poor little misunderstood!
Piss on it...I'm sick of it!
Here it comes again...

Taste of jagged glass and rusty can...
There are just black holes,
Where the stars should have been...
Just black holes,
Where the stars would be watching...
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« Reply #7 on: 12 Aug 2005, 08:04 »

If I undressed you in the day
Would you still act the same way
That you do in the dark?
Maybe we could save time that way
Maybe we could be done by nine

If I just left you in the park
Would you still walk home the same way
Like we did last year?
Or would you try to save time the way home
If I wasn't here?

All the dust I swept away yesterday
Still returns as I stare
And one neighbor who looks away
When I walk by
Like you, he learns I'm not there

On the drive out to the store
I trace your name out three times
With my finger on my knee
And pretend you sit beside me as we drive
To a day at the beach

But all the rust on this old car
Falls away in the rain as I stare
I hear you say I have to change
I cannot change
Of course I turned and you were not there.
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« Reply #8 on: 12 Aug 2005, 08:11 »

Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling...
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear

Defiled at heart
In this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding
Over scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquities
From pleasure or pain
Or the razor's edge inbetween

Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun...

Within like a river fluids moves a torrent
Bound to please
On denierred knees
In any wicked way
That her whims may warrant

I hang on every verb
Every dirty word
Interred
In her pornoglossa...

Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams still weep
Of dark blood and fucking thee

Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature
Like canvas for a lick of pain

Writhing like a viper
Deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat
I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baiting wrath
I steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb...
Back to the crack of her tomb!

Her roseate sliver
Quivers with snuff appeal
The torque of her hips
Lip-sync me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her water into wine for me

Thou art my seventh angel squirming
'Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabled
Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief...

Whilst the world outside
(A wood of suicide)
Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet...

By night and by candle
At each other's throat
In a slick drift of red
Setting god's teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed...

Succulent, Succubus

Laid without rest
In the dead of the night
Succulent, Succubus

In thy arms
And thy wetness
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from grace

Gorge upon my seed
Starved Persephone
Succulent, Succubus
Succour me.
That I might keep
Thee with me in Hades
Succulent, Succubus
Succour me

^_^ Romance!
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« Reply #9 on: 12 Aug 2005, 09:55 »

You're the one givin' up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back
and then he's off and runnin' with the crowd
You're the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think he thinks about you when he's out?

He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool, now

It was only late last night
He was out there sneakin'
Then he called you up to check
that you were waiting by the phone
All the world's a candy store
He's been trick or treatin'
When it comes to true love, girl,
with him there's no one home

He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool, now

You could find somebody better girl
He could only make you cry
You deserve somebody better girl
He's c-cold as ice
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« Reply #10 on: 12 Aug 2005, 10:23 »

Man:
Severed ead - eyes gouged out
Knife jammed in your ass
Shotgun in your mouth
A thousand ways to kill
and I'd like to try them out
A rope around your neck
Or a razor through your wrist

Both:
It's all about to end - all
Soon you'll all be dead - all

Man:
Operation slow vivisection
Inner organs now removed from
Emptied ribcage, head smashed open
Diseased brain probed
Eyes wide open

Both:

It's all about to end - all
Soon you'll all be dead - all

Woman:
I'll be your victim
Come on fuck me up
It won't be easy
We'll see if you can cut me up
Sick and Twisted
Let's fight a real fight
Let's duel until the death
I love the taste of blood that feeling of a dying breath
Sick and Twisted
I'll be your victim
Come on count me in
I cant't wait to fell the pain
It's something I believe in

Both (alternating lines):
Your blood runs down my face
Now your guts drool out my mouth
Try to scream your tongue's cut out
Heart tries to beat but blood's run out

Both:
It's all about to end - all
Soon you'll all be dead - all

Man:
Severed head - eyes gouged out
Knife jammed in your ass
Shotgun in your mouth
A thousand ways to kill
and I'd like to try them out
On you
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« Reply #11 on: 12 Aug 2005, 10:35 »

That's ghastly.
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« Reply #12 on: 12 Aug 2005, 10:45 »

Tell that to Chris Barnes and Karyn Crisis. It kinda makes me imagine what a mash-up between Arch Enemy's 'Ravenous' and Bloodbath's 'Eaten' would sound like, if you can even mash up two rock songs.

More poetry, I think.

When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease
Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes
In adoration of the moon and thee

"They call as I to thee...."

And I will come, as if in dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
Gilded with the pelts of many enemies
Erishkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I can taste thy scent by candlelight
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps

Nocternity....
She shall come for me

A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life
Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night
And I have ridden from the westerning light
To expend my lust
Tear away the funereal dress
Know that I will escape from my death
Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress

Lo! The pale moonlight
Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside
Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise

"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone"

Countess swathed in ebony
And snow-white balletic grace
Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish
For lust and her disgrace

Dusk and her embrace

We shall flit through the shadows
Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow
Under deadly nightshade
Still warmed with the kill's afterglow

Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)
Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality

Elizabeth
My heart is thine
Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine....

"Let me come to thee"
With eyes like Asphodel
Moon-glancing, loose desires free
To writhe under my spell"

Ereshkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I know thy scent by candlelight
Immortal flesh I yearn to share
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall come for me....

Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus
How the full embosomed fog
Imparts the night to us....
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« Reply #13 on: 12 Aug 2005, 10:48 »

There's just one in this shot
This rants what I've got
Wish me luck now there's just one, just one in this shot
Baggage left in tow
Avoid the subject the subtle hints, the glow
The sun has set on pattern
Sets the time
Forever neverminds
The subtle hints, the glow
The subtle hints, the glow
There's just on in this shot
I've got years and my plot
Wish me luck now there's just one in this shot.

A cold side chipped off the old block
My landslide, directed the new cut
This rank and file
Rank and file
When is day's end constants again
Dressed for the drive
When is day's end.
The subtle hints, the glow
The subtle hints, the glow
When is day's end sequels amend
Routine arrives
When is day's end
The subtle hints, the glow,
The subtle hints, the glow,
Of course there's a course
Of sequenced events
Of course there's a course
It's cold and content.
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« Reply #14 on: 12 Aug 2005, 10:50 »

Thought I'd got it right - for once I'd sought and found perfection.
But when you said "I love you" you addressed your own reflection.
I'd prayed up to the heavens for a goddess of desire,
the best they had on offer was one devil of a liar!
You can't be accused of procrastination
one brief separation - the dream went stale
You sever all ties with a swift laceration
leave so many loose-ends- (thereby hangs my tale)

Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Oueen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies
then laughed in my face like it didn't matter
that you'd crossed my heart and I hoped to die.

Licked my wounds and hugged my chains
believing you pre-menstrual
unaware love could be blind to torture cruel and mental
stn regret I must confess I realised too late
you re-define endearment as 'the tender side of hate"

I'm already broken - so don't kick me better
What colour's the sky in your world - is it green ?
It seems I'm not even worth one paltry letter,
cast off like a tampon - you stamp on my dream

Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies
then laughed in my face like it didn't matter
that you'd crossed my heart and I hoped to die.

Could it possibly be that In your dictionary "Love' and "Lies" are defined
both the same?
I know how you can catch your ideal man
join a singles-club for the insane

The prize for my stupidity'- a noose about my neck
Nest time that she says "Good day" make sure you go and check
Mislay your smile - this dacryphile is turned on by sighs
When she has her eye on you - good fortune and good flies

You can't be accused of procrastination,
one brief separation - the dream went stale,
You sever all ties with a swift laceration.
leave so many loose-ends - (thereby hangs my tale).

Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies,
then laughed in my face like it didn't matter,
that you'd crossed my head and I hoped to die
Both sickened to learn (and yet glad to discover).
that Venus once held me with (ch)arms so fake
I'd have once sold my soul for this faithless lover,
now I couldn't give a damn for my little Miss Take.
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« Reply #15 on: 12 Aug 2005, 11:05 »

I don’t know where I’m going
But, I sure know where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An’ I’ve made up my mind,
I ain’t wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again

Tho’ I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I’m looking for
Oh lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
’cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time

I’m just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on love’s sweet charity
An’ I’m gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
’cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time

But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go...

An’ I’ve made up my mind,
I ain’t wasting no more time

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
’cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time...

But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go,
Here I go again...
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« Reply #16 on: 12 Aug 2005, 12:03 »

When I was just a baby, I looked up at me ma
And asked her for a couple of feckin’ quid
At school at seven years, I cried some bitter tears
They wouldn’t let me root inside the rubbish bins
And soon I could be found sitting on the ground
Starting at the folks walking by
Scratching my privates, with a twinkle in my eye

The times were lookin’ thin, but the government stepped in
And sent me to a special bloody school
Sent my parents loads of friggin’ money just the same
And taught this boy to play by the rules
And the years were kind to me, I got my PHD
A house a car a beautiful wife
But sometimes you know I feel,
They robbed my of my life

Now the bank has come to call
To repossess it all
And I can’t fuckin’ wait
‘Cause I was born to be a homeless man
in the modern welfare state

Now my ass was out of Yale, I rode the corporate rails
Fed my kids with silver bloody spoons
At night I put my head on a thousand dollar bed
Safe and warm inside this cocoon
But my dreams were full of fire, of chaos and desire
And floods to change the night to the day
And watching this whole world slowly washing away

Now the bank has come to call
To repossess it all
And I can’t fuckin’ wait
‘Cause I was born to be a homeless man
in the modern welfare state

Now the rent is overdue, the wife and I are through
The kids have run away to live in peace
And for $19.99, I’ve bought a box of wine
And my hair and clothes are soiled up with grease
So let the bastards come and see this ruddy bum
Now that I am gentle and wise
For all these bloody years, I was a hobo in disguise

Now the bank has come to call
To repossess it all
And I can’t fuckin’ wait
‘Cause I was born to be a homeless man
in the modern welfare state

Now the bank has come to call
To repossess it all
And I can’t fuckin’ wait
‘Cause I was born to be a homeless man
in the modern welfare state
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« Reply #17 on: 12 Aug 2005, 13:12 »

This thread is insanely retarded.

Humanity is a nuisance
Some people choose to die
When I come around the corner
There is where you forever lie

Walking with your kids
Their faces now marked with my skids
Accidentally taking your life
No accident...this was no accident.

What was another sunny day
Suddenly, a deathly shade of dark
You and your children now on my grill
Silhouettes on my door--shows who I kill
Killing pedestrians
Up ahead another one is dead

Untimely deaths
This is my specialty
I let God keep the score
The pedal hits the floor
...and I still want more...

Pieces of glass from my headlight
Stick in your eyes, impairing your sight
My auto a human blender
Chunks of viscera splatter my fender

Helplessly awaiting assistance
Rearview shows carnage much further in distance
In reverse I finish the job
Pull forward to reduce your family to globs
Transmission grinds face into pavement
Vertebrial folding and organ displacement
Witnesses distraught and disturbed
Your teeth beyond shattered, your mandible curbed
Gas tank now fills with your blood
Your mother's sweet baby now part of my hood
Should've watched where you were going
Now you're the chunks I'm blowing...

What was another sunny day
Suddenly, a deathly shade of dark
You and your family now on my grill
Silhouettes on my door show who I kill
Killing
Pedestrians
Up ahead...
A million more are dead
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« Reply #18 on: 12 Aug 2005, 13:14 »

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS THREAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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« Reply #19 on: 12 Aug 2005, 13:23 »

The sport of killing.
Hanging by hook and 1,000lb test
Predator vs. predator
To turn these waters red
The sharks go berserk
They circle the boat
We hide with machetes and knives
Ambush and cut their throats

Chopped up. Chunks. Cuts.
Frozen in buckets of blood

With my trusty machete
I carve the parts to summon the sharks
Lurking around the jetty
In a frenzy they're circling, their incisors ready
To masticate and to munch
These things you call humans but we call it lunch
They smell it from miles away
I stand at the dock now a butchering block
Smashing. Hacking. Laughing.

We carry a payload
Chopped torsos, heads and limbs
Ground into a mulch
Frozen and chummified

Intestines.
Fresh organs
Left on the dock, reeking, cooked by the sun
So pungent
Disturbing.
Vomiting induced an mixed with the chyme.
This is blood.
Not ashes.
No mourning.
No love.

Sharks go berserk when the blood starts to spurt from
the stern to the bow human chum is thrown out

They never thought this would be the way they'd
eventually die.
Shredded into bite-sized pieces - a human goresicle.

Knee-deep in intestines, gray soupy mixture resembling chyme.
Sloshing heaps mobilized by waves distributing the piles.
Granulized.
Homocide.
Chummified.
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« Reply #20 on: 12 Aug 2005, 13:52 »

Only Threatis understood this thread :-(.

I don't care what my teachers say
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
Everyone is gonna dress like me, wait and see
When I'm a Supermodel
And my hair will shine like the sea
And everyone will wanna look just like me, me
Cause I'm young and I'm hip and so beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I wish that I was like Tori Spelling
With a car like hers and a dad like hers
And I would show them how, how it was done
That'd be fun, that'd be fun
And I'd write my school report
on why I love my jeans, why I love my jeans
And open my locker door
It's the coolest thing that you've ever seen
Cause I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
(I didn't eat yesterday, and I'm not gonna eat today,
and I'm not gonna eat tomorrow - cause I'm gonna be a Supermodel)
So beautiful, beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
Cause I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful
I'm gonna be a Supermodel
I'm gonna be a Supermodel ....
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« Reply #21 on: 12 Aug 2005, 14:07 »

What is it like, lets post lyrics to crappy songs? lol
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« Reply #22 on: 12 Aug 2005, 14:20 »

Well the wind was whipping hard,
through the drawn and dusty fields
the heat came off the rolling hills in waves
and somewhere in the distance,
an explosion from the sands
as one more of his kind goes to their grave

(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken

(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from far and wide,
to watch him fight the Robots
singin' "Fiddly-Diddly-DIE!"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!

That's fifty feet of solid steel
and eyes of flashing blue
there's a shamrock on his favourite plasma gun
With a bowl of Whiskey Lucky Charms
he staggers to the field
and the crowd goes up beneath the blazing sun

(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken

(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from wide and far
to watch him fight the Robots
Singin' "Whiskey in the Jar"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!

Now heroes come, and heroes go,
and this one's not the first,
and if he wasn't there, you wouldn't know his name
And the only time he took a fall,
'twas Astar to be seen
There was a bottle of Whiskey in it, just the same

(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken

(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from far and wide,
to watch him fight the Robots
singin' "Fiddly-Diddly-DIE!"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!
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« Reply #23 on: 12 Aug 2005, 14:46 »

Going back with google.

Um.

I don't listen to Nelly, or Enya, and I don't think I've heard of Ace of Base.

How the hell are you expecting people to get this?
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« Reply #24 on: 12 Aug 2005, 14:53 »

I'm gonna keep posting Siobhan lyrics.

Well friend I’ve got a problem and I’m sure yours is the same
I’m hangin’ bloody sober and I’ve ten bucks to my name
So let us to the liquor store, we’ll pass those bottles by
For my holy grail is made of cardboard

So grab yourself a coffee mug and share my box of wine
Come gather ‘round and drink it like it’s $19.99
The grapes are so much sweeter when they’re two weeks off the vine
And you’ve never had so much fun with a dry box!

So when the springtime comes around, we’ll amble to the park
We’ll loiter ‘round a picnic bench and wait ‘till it gets dark
And if a copper comes around and asks me for a glass
I’ll take a swig and tell him he can KISS MY RUDDY BUM!

So grab yourself a coffee mug and share my box of wine
Come gather ‘round and drink it like it’s $19.99
The grapes are so much sweeter when they’re two weeks off the vine
And you’ve never had so much fun with a dry box!

This song is a tribute to that polyhedron fair
To the lads and lasses far and wide from Laos to Leicester Square
Who know the joys of lapping up the juices of the box
And wiping your chin off when you’re finished!

So grab yourself a coffee mug and share my box of wine
Come gather ‘round and drink it like it’s $19.99
The grapes are so much sweeter when they’re two weeks off the vine
And you’ve never had so much fun with a dry box!
(No you'll never) Have so much fun with a dry box!
(I said you'll never) Have so much fun with a dry box! (BOX!)
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« Reply #25 on: 12 Aug 2005, 23:40 »

Something
Is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it is

I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did

And hardness
It sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone
Or anything at all

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow

Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

It's somewhere I can taste the salty sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on the breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me

I'm a man
I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Where the wind will blow

Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Did I waste it
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Rooftop to the basement

The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea
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« Reply #26 on: 13 Aug 2005, 00:08 »

I sit here by your side
and weep you goodbye,
I'm singing songs of sorrow for you
true gentle rose of mine.
Upon my arm I've tied a ribbon in black
although I know too well that this
will not ever bring you back.

I feel so astray inside
as I know you're far away.
Let my love shine and be your guide
on your way towards the portals of light.

A lonely candle burns for you my only love,
meanwhile you roam the clouds among
heaven's angels high above.
What is there left to live for
as you've gone away?
Hope's lost forevermore,
I'll mourn you 'till the end of days.

Hear, my love,
hear my cry of deepest grief
as I weep for you eternally.
Praying for your soul
and for light and for relief
as I shed your tears of misery.



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« Reply #27 on: 13 Aug 2005, 00:13 »

TEQUILA
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« Reply #28 on: 13 Aug 2005, 00:16 »

Incidentally, "Don't Turn Around" was (and still is) my favorite song on that album.
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« Reply #29 on: 13 Aug 2005, 01:06 »

They're writing songs of love,
But not for me;
A lucky star's above,
But not for me.

With love to lead the way,
I've found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee.

I was a fool to fall
And get that Way;
Heigh ho! Alas!
And also, lackaday!

Although I can't dismiss
The mem'ry of his kiss --
I guess he's not for me.

He's knocking on a door,
But not for me;
He'll plan a two by four,
But not for me.

I know that love's a game;
Im puzzled, just the same -
Was I the moth or flame?
I'm all at sea.

It all began so well,
But what an end!
This is the time a fella
Needs a friend;

When ev'ry happy plot
Ends with the marriage knot -
And there's no knot for me.


Mmm . . . Ira Gershwin.
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