IIIII AMMM IROOOOONNNNNNN MAAAAAAANNNNNN
SHAKE THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAASS BITCH, AND LET ME SEE WHAT YOU GOT
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
Which tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you you answer quite slowly
"A girl with kaleidoscope eyes"
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, and she's gone.
I was never young!
Eeeeven aaaas aaaaa child
Said I was never young!
I've aaaaalways feeeeelt beguiled
Sometimes it ain't easy
You work your fingers to the bone
Then you finally gotta climb another mountain
Look at all the children
The girls and boys ain't got no choice
Evangelion -> OC Remix -> video game -> anti-Vietnam -> Chumbawamba -> The Beatles -> Evangelion. I'm such a freak.
edited 24th Oct '09 10:34:51 PM by Tzetze
[1] This facsimile operated in part by synAC.So many things that keep, that keep me underground.
So many words that I, that I can never find.
If you give up on me now, I'll be gutted like I've never been before.
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't.
edited 24th Oct '09 10:59:35 PM by Zudak
Imagine yourself and a link on a chain, the chain is wrapped around someones mind
If you break off then things start to change. then you realize that theres no time
No direction as you fly through the wind. you stop to ponder on a pink chateau
The theme from mohogany still transcends. but quote unqoute, thats the way it goes
I'm looking at the picture again. Im lookingat the picture again
I spin the sundial to expectatioin, twenty years ago I saw you yesterday
Youre looking at the picture. I see you looking at the picture now
And for the slightest moment I watched you think about what it's like as a paper doll.\
Desperate criiiiiies, hail of fire deciding
All our faaaaaaate in the night
Tempt in siiiiiiin, shadows then begin to
Gather the souls they hold withiiiiiiiin
edited 25th Oct '09 12:08:09 PM by The Sanity Assassin
last.fmIt's a brand new day/and the sun is high
All the angels singing/'cause you're gonna die
edited 24th Oct '09 11:04:49 PM by Magus
I rule on this throne.
By anarchy
Of [dunno]
This is the end of all you'll know
Seeds have been sown
Down silicon roads
By the kings of control
Who now mutate
Your human shape
'til there's an end to all you'll know
O can we be
absolutely free?
Or must we simulate
every need
Are we just empty shells
in virtual hell?
Or this resist[?]
I will exist
Not be eclipsed
They're'll be no end to all I'll know
I'll have to stand alone
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
edited 24th Oct '09 11:08:32 PM by The Sanity Assassin
last.fmI'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself
Are you still... into it? 'Cause I'm still... into it....
Sing this in the most fatigued, least enthusiastic voice you can muster, and you'll be very close to the source material!
Spoiler bookmarklet for iPhone and iPod touchA street of taxies, worn tires, blood and flesh
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of utopia
A shining boulevard of buyers and giga-movies
Mino Depression is nonsense, La Vie en Rose is on sale
They say you should know you are happier than you realize
Dying literacy is systematically auto-killed
The formaldehyde street of buyers and hanging wires
Moisturize that dry synergy with artificial sweetener
Raining money into the high-rise mega-temples
You can not write the word 'ignorance'. The future is on sale
Push aside and laugh at the karmic tale saying it’s superstition
Now it is coming to you, giving off a stench and devouring your shadow
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name
The roaring MC becomes a lethal dose for the public
On the street of cripples, selling diamonds and battered Tao
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of utopia
Rely on SSRI and say "hi-ho" in the coffee shop
Minor theory is flimflam, hedonism is on sale
It is non-repayable, it has reached the point of no return
Now it is coming to you giving off a stench, devouring your shadow
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name
Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered
The parade of lunacy is coming, and it is in your name
Actually it's in Japanese, but I love these lyrics, and the bizarreness of bilingual singing would work beautifully anyway
[1] This facsimile operated in part by synAC.MIGHITIEST AM I!
BUT I AM NOT ALONE IN THIS COSMOS OF MINE!
If you are lost in your way, deep in an awesome story
[1] This facsimile operated in part by synAC.From the never ending mountains black, to the bottomless lakes.
I am the ruler and has been for eternities long.
My wizards are many, but their essence is mine.
Forever they are in the hills in their stone homes of grief.
Because I am the spirit of their existence.
I am them.
same song
last.fmAAATOMIC DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house!
When, from the dark
Forms fall apart
Leading my feet to the sea
Whispers the tide
In my mind
Follow the call of the deep...
My shirt is from Stacey, my pants are from Rhonda
My shoes came out the trunk of a baby blue Honda
My wardrobe's in luck if something falls off a truck
If you're looking for some leather, then go see Yolanda
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
And it's love, yes it's love, no it's love, must be love, this is love, yes it's love, no it's love, must be love, is it love, yes it's love, now it's love, must be love, and it's love, is it love, yes it's love, no it's love, it is love, is it love, this is love, must be love, it is love no there's no doubt!
Listen to Music with Tropers at The Troper Turntable!sick fuck sick fuck fuck fuck fuck sick fuck fuck fuck fuck sick fuck fuck fuck fuck
((points if you guess the song)))
It took me like four or five songs before I actually found one with words XD
And one day
I am going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and let down and hanging around