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  • Morgan
    Opinionista
    • 28/06/07
    • 501

    #1696
    Hole-Doll parts

    I am Doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs
    I am Doll arms, big veins, dog bed

    Yeah they really want you , they really want you, they really do
    Yeah they really want you , they really want you and I do too

    I want to be the girl with the most cake
    I love him so much it just turns to hate
    He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
    I fake it so real I am beyond fake

    And some day you will ache like I ache

    I am doll parts, bad skin, doll heart
    It stands for knife, for the rest of my life
    Yeah the really want you, they really want you, they really do
    Yeah they really want you, they really want you and I do too

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    • baldeagle

      #1697
      King Of Pain The Police -

      There's a little black spot on the sun today
      It's the same old thing as yesterday
      There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
      There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
      I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
      With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
      I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
      But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
      There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
      That's my soul up there
      There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
      That's my soul up there
      There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
      That's my soul up there
      There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
      I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
      With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
      I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
      But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
      There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
      There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
      There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
      There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
      There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
      There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
      There's a little black spot on the sun today
      It's the same old thing as yesterday
      I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
      With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
      I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
      But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
      Queen of pain
      I'll always be queen of pain
      I'll always be queen of pain
      Last edited by Ospite; 19-08-2007, 08:27.

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      • conte stonfo dal cartizze
        Opinionista
        • 11/06/07
        • 727

        #1698
        cos
        [COLOR="MediumTurquoise"]...ma il prenditore non mi ha scorto quando son caduto al mondo per l'eternit

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        • Kyra
          Disappointed Idealist
          • 24/10/05
          • 22455

          #1699
          The Last Goodnight - Pictures Of You


          This is the clock up on the wall
          this is the story of us all
          this is the first sound
          of a new born child before he starts to crawl

          this is the war that's never won
          this is the soldier and his gun
          this is the mother way to buy
          the fall praying for her son

          (chorus)
          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          hung up on your wall for the world to see

          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          remind us all of what we used to be

          woooooo

          there is a drug that cures it all
          blocked by the governmental wall
          we are the scientists
          inside the lab just waiting for the call
          this earthquake weather has got me shaking
          inside i'm high up and dry

          (chorus)
          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          hung up on your wall for the world to see
          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          remind us all of what we used to be
          cause there's still me
          every secret moment
          every stolen promise you believed

          confess to me
          all that lies between us
          all that lies between you and me

          we are the boxers in the ring
          we are the bells that never sing
          there is a title we cant win
          no matter how hard we must swing

          (chorus)
          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          hung up on your wall for the world to see

          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          remind us all of what we could have been

          (chorus)
          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          hung up on your wall for the world to see

          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          remind us all of what we could have been
          what could have been
          we could have been

          pictures of you
          pictures of me
          remind us all of what we could have been
          what could have been
          I'm laying down, eating snow
          My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
          On a bed of spider web
          I think of how to change myself

          A lot of hope in a one man tent
          There's no room for innocence
          So take me home before the storm
          Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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          • momoxx
            Opinionista
            • 28/11/06
            • 3975

            #1700
            cade la pioggia

            ... ...
            la mia pelle

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            • conte stonfo dal cartizze
              Opinionista
              • 11/06/07
              • 727

              #1701
              Ma dentro di me sento che il grande amore esiste
              amo senza peccato, amo ma sono triste
              perché Rossana è bella, siamo così diversi...


              Deve esserci lo sento, in terra, in cielo un posto
              dove non soffriremo e tutto sarà giusto...

              ...oramai lo sento, non ho sofferto invano
              se mi ami come sono...
              [COLOR="MediumTurquoise"]...ma il prenditore non mi ha scorto quando son caduto al mondo per l'eternit

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              • KristenPfaff
                Opinionista
                • 13/07/07
                • 118

                #1702
                Death to birth - Michael Pitt

                ...from ripe
                To rotten
                Too real
                To live

                Should I lie down
                Or stand up
                And walk around again

                My eyes finally wide open up
                My eyes finally wide open shut

                To find the found(fount) of sound
                That hears the touch of my tears
                Smells the taste of all we waste
                Could feed the others
                But we smother each other with the necter
                And pucker the sour
                A bittersweet weather

                It blows through our trees
                Swims through our seas
                Fly's through the last gasp we left
                On this earth

                Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh

                It's a long lonely journey
                From death to birth
                It's a long long lonely journey
                From death to...
                It's a long lonely journey
                From death to birth
                Oh It's a long lonely journey
                From death to birth

                Yeaaah...

                Should I die again
                Should I die around
                The pounds of matter
                wheeling through space
                I know I'll never know
                Until I come face to face
                With my own
                With my own
                With my own
                With my own cold dead face
                With my own wooden case

                Yeaaah...

                Pucker the sour
                Sugar sweet weather
                Blows through our trees
                Swims through our seas
                Fly's through the last gasp we left
                On this earth

                Ohhhhhh

                It's a long lonely journey
                from death to birth
                It's a long lonely journey
                from death to birth

                What should I die again
                Should I tell you when
                The pounds of matter
                wheeling through space
                I know I'll never know
                Unitl I come face to face

                It's a long lonely journey
                from death to birth
                It's a long lonely journey
                from death to birth

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                • Novembre
                  Cynical person
                  • 12/04/06
                  • 7928

                  #1703
                  Insight - Depeche Mode

                  This is an insight
                  Into my life
                  This is a strange flight
                  I'm taking
                  My true will
                  Carries me along

                  This is a soul dance
                  Embracing me
                  This is the first chance
                  To put things right
                  Moving on
                  Guided by the light

                  And the spirit of love
                  Is rising within me
                  Talking to you now
                  Telling you clearly
                  The fire still burns

                  Wisdom of ages
                  Rush over me
                  Heighten my senses
                  Enlighten me
                  Lead me on
                  Eternally

                  And the spirit of love
                  Is rising within me
                  Talking to you now
                  Telling you clearly
                  The fire still burns

                  I'm talking to you now
                  The fire still burns
                  Whatever you do now (You've got to give love)
                  The world still turns

                  I'm talking to you now
                  "Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
                  Arthur Schopenhauer

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                  • Kyra
                    Disappointed Idealist
                    • 24/10/05
                    • 22455

                    #1704
                    Dashboard Confessionals - So Impossible


                    So she says
                    "Everyone's going to the party,
                    won't you come if I come
                    with a friend for your friend?
                    I'd be so pleased to see you
                    out of the classroom wearing the smile that I'll bring you.
                    I was hoping to learn a few things like..
                    Do you do you like dashing the dirt
                    on the whole class or
                    talking the big smack or
                    playing the fool or
                    wearing all of the latest fashions
                    or bucking the new trends
                    wearing your old threads or
                    if you like coffee in the evening
                    These are a few things that I'd like to know
                    that I'd like to know"

                    So I say...
                    "I've been scheduled to work but I'll call in
                    and my friend isn't busy
                    he'd be happy to join me
                    and maybe my friend
                    and your friend
                    will hit it off or maybe we will?"

                    I'm dying to know
                    do you do you like dreaming of things
                    so impossible or only the practical
                    or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
                    just to end them with
                    someone you care about
                    and do you like making out
                    and long drives and brown eyes
                    and guys that just
                    don't quite fit in
                    yeah do you like them
                    So yes, I'll see you there.
                    I'm laying down, eating snow
                    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                    On a bed of spider web
                    I think of how to change myself

                    A lot of hope in a one man tent
                    There's no room for innocence
                    So take me home before the storm
                    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                    • Morgan
                      Opinionista
                      • 28/06/07
                      • 501

                      #1705
                      Courtney love-Almost golden

                      (hai visto ma cherie che poi ho finalmente imparato che non

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                      • Liz

                        #1706
                        Alice non lo sa - Francesco de Gregori (1973)

                        Alice guarda i gatti
                        e i gatti guardano nel sole
                        mentre il mondo sta girando senza fretta.
                        Irene al quarto piano

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                        • nightfly
                          * little wing *
                          • 09/06/07
                          • 661

                          #1707
                          Little Wing

                          Well shes walking through the clouds
                          With a circus mind thats running round
                          Butterflies and zebras
                          And moonbeams and fairy tales
                          Thats all she ever thinks about
                          Riding with the wind.

                          When Im sad, she comes to me
                          With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
                          Its alright she says its alright
                          Take anything you want from me, anything
                          Anything.

                          Fly on little wing,
                          Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing...

                          (Jimi Hendrix)
                          [I][SIZE="1"]Quello che la realt

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                          • Xilinx23
                            The Count
                            • 01/06/05
                            • 41139

                            #1708
                            The Postal Service
                            Such Great Heights


                            I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
                            In our eyes are mirror images and when
                            We kiss they're perfectly aligned
                            And I have to speculate that God himself
                            Did make us into corresponding shapes like
                            Puzzle pieces from the clay
                            And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
                            Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
                            Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
                            When you are out there on the road for
                            Several weeks of shows and when you scan
                            The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

                            They will see us waving from such great
                            Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
                            But everything looks perfect from far away,
                            'come down now,' but we'll stay...

                            I tried my best to leave this all on your
                            Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
                            Thin upon listening
                            That frankly will not fly. you will hear
                            The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
                            The windows down when this is guiding you home
                            Membro del Consiglio degli Admin


                            [RIGHT][I]L'ironia

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                            • Kyra
                              Disappointed Idealist
                              • 24/10/05
                              • 22455

                              #1709
                              Bad Religion - Beyond Electric Dreams



                              No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign
                              On the roof of the world without apparent design
                              The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise
                              The air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard to find

                              Up on a mountain encased in solar rays
                              Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays
                              Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring
                              The conversation of impassive planets
                              Intercepted by a human being

                              Ratiocination is a practicable way to derive
                              An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide
                              Or maybe a theophany of flaming creosote in disguise
                              The air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefined

                              Up on a mountain encased in solar rays
                              Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays
                              Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring
                              The conversation of impassive planets
                              Intercepted by a human being

                              Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night,
                              Obscuring form and tracing faceless fears
                              Of a suprahuman immensity in a patch of sand
                              Or a raptors guileless shivering intensity,
                              I'm only a visitor,
                              And atom of atoms on a jutting red splattered synagogue of granite
                              As it crouches literally in space,
                              A frozen amoral giant gazing heavenward forever

                              Let's go where the raptor goes to the mountain in a cosmic glow
                              We'll have a genuine terrestrial show on a mountain - on a mountain
                              Let's scan the horizon clean for any trace of human schemes
                              And try to touch upon immortal themes on a mountain - on a mountain
                              Up on a mountain encased in solar rays
                              Beyond electric dreams and inarticulate passion plays
                              Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring
                              The conversation of impassive planets
                              Intercepted by a human being
                              I'm laying down, eating snow
                              My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                              On a bed of spider web
                              I think of how to change myself

                              A lot of hope in a one man tent
                              There's no room for innocence
                              So take me home before the storm
                              Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                              • Acquerapide

                                #1710
                                Hurt

                                I hurt myself today
                                to see if I still feel
                                I focus on the pain
                                the only thing that's real
                                the needle tears a hole
                                the old familiar sting
                                try to kill it all away
                                but I remember everything
                                what have I become?
                                my sweetest friend
                                everyone I know
                                goes away in the end
                                and you could have it all
                                my empire of dirt

                                I will let you down
                                I will make you hurt

                                I wear this crown of thorns
                                upon my liar's chair
                                full of broken thoughts
                                I cannot repair
                                beneath the stains of time
                                the feelings disappear
                                you are someone else
                                I am still right here

                                what have I become?
                                my sweetest friend
                                everyone I know
                                goes away in the end
                                and you could have it all
                                my empire of dirt

                                I will let you down
                                I will make you hurt

                                if I could start again
                                a million miles away
                                I would keep myself
                                I would find a way

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