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Post by salthegemini on Jun 19, 2007 15:07:02 GMT -5
I like Jimmy Buffet, and Billy Joel, and Meatloaf...
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Post by demonchild on Jun 19, 2007 15:08:47 GMT -5
mmmmmmmmmm, meatloaf
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Post by demonchild on Jun 20, 2007 15:57:31 GMT -5
im hungry;getting food now
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Post by Schmergo on Jun 23, 2007 14:30:25 GMT -5
This song is called "White Bread Boyfriend" by Lemon Demon. I love it. Now, you have to realize that the entire song is meant to be SARCASTIC, mocking the typical preppy high school relationships. You can hear the song here: youtube.com/watch?v=LjfUCIB2cr0 where it accompanies a video about every single Harry Potter male (including, like Karkaroff and DUmbledore) hitting on Hermione... THE SONG: I guess I'm lonely, whatever that means, but when I see you in your pre-embroidered jeans I get this feeling, like, prob'ly in my heart that most of the time, we should never be apart. You're kinda pretty. I guess for now you'll do. I mean, you're beautiful, nobody comes close to you... and all that rubbish girls like to be told. You gotta know this stuff when you are seventeen years old. I guess I'm saying let's turn a new leaf. I'll wear my A&F hat askewly, and we can go, where to? I don't know, but baby, I guess that I love you truly, and I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. I want to be your mainstream man. I wanna be your typical toy and break up in time for college plans, and I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. (I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.) I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. (I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.) Well, I can skateboard, and I play the guitar. I'll take you out and about in my parents' car. We'll catch a movie, get some McDonalds, go to a party, let somebody else clean up the bottles. I'm getting desperate. I know how love hurts. I would give up my sneakers and my polo shirts to be your sweetheart. I am sorta nice. You could do better, but I'll probably suffice. I'll serenade you, like all the others, with overplayed Dave Matthews Band covers. Is it the love, or the lack thereof that tells us we might as well become lovers? I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. I want to be your bargain beau. You're like my soulmate, let's hold hands so everyone at the mall can know, woahohoh. (mediocre mediocre mediocre mediocre...) I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. I want to be your mainstream man. I wanna be your typical toy and break up in time for college plans, and I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. (I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.) I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. (I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.) I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. I want to be your mainstream man. I wanna be your typical toy and break up in time for college plans Okay, maybe I'm overly cynical, but I think that this song is a work of genius. ^_^ And too true.
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Post by imara on Jun 25, 2007 22:37:13 GMT -5
"Scars" by: Papa Roach
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
Drunk and I'm feeling down And I just wanna be alone I'm p*ssed cause you came around Why don't you just go home Cause you channel all your pain And I can't help you fix yourself You're making me insane All I can say is
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once Against my own advice I saw you going down But you never realized That you're drowning in the water So I offered you my hand Compassion is in my nature Tonight is our last stand
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel I'm drunk and I'm feeling down And I just wanna be alone You shouldn't ever come around Why don't you just go home? Cause you're drowning in the water And I tried to grab your hand And I left my heart open But you didn't understand (But you didn't understand) Go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself But at least I can say I tried I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life I can't help you fix yourself But at least I can say I tried I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
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Post by imara on Jun 25, 2007 22:48:53 GMT -5
"Lips Like Morphine" -Kill Hannah-
I want a girl with lips like morphine, Knock me out every time they touch me. I wanna feel a kiss just crush me, And break me down.
Knock me out (knock me out), Knock me out (knock me out). Cause I’ve waited for all my life, To be here with you tonight.
I want a girl with lips like morphine, Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping. And I wanna feel that lightning strike me, And burn me down.
Knock me out (knock me out), Knock me out (knock me out). Cause I’ve waited for all my life, To be here with you tonight. Just put me on my back, Knock me out again.
I want a girl with lips like morphine, Knock me out every time they touch me. I want a girl with lips like morphine, To knock me out.
See I’ve waited for all my life, To be here with you tonight. Just put me on my back, Knock me out again.
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Post by Broker of Darkness on Jun 26, 2007 8:33:03 GMT -5
Electric Six- Gay Bar (Such an entertaining song...)
GIRL! I wanna take you to a gay bar, I wanna take you to a gay bar, I wanna take you to a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar.
Let's start a war, start a nuclear war, At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar. Wow! At the gay bar. Now Tell me do ya?, but do ya have any money? I wanna spend all your money, at the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar.
(Pause)
I've got something to put in you, I've got something to put in you, I've got something to put in you, At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar. Wow!
You're a superstar, at the gay bar. You're a superstar, at the gay bar. Yeah! you're a superstar, yeah at the gay bar. You're a superstar, at the gay bar. Superstar. Super, super, superstar
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Post by salthegemini on Jun 26, 2007 11:26:06 GMT -5
What an odd song.......is it rap?
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Post by theaceofspades on Jun 27, 2007 1:35:46 GMT -5
Play some Freebrid YAAAAAY
If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, cause theres too many places Ive got to see. But, if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldnt be the same. cause Im as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I cant change.
Bye, bye, its been a sweet love. Though this feeling I cant change. But please dont take it badly, cause lord knows Im to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldnt be the same. Cause Im as free as a bird now, And this bird youll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I cant change. Lord help me, I cant change.
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Post by imara on Jun 27, 2007 17:10:07 GMT -5
"There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet" -Panic! At the Disco-
Please, leave all overcoats, Canes and top hats with the doorman. From that moment, You'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already, And loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet, For the mildly inspiring and...
Please, leave all overcoats, Canes and top hats with the doorman. From that moment, You'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already, And loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet, For the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks, With accentuating, off-white, pinstripes, whoa-oh. Everything goes according to plan.
I'm the new cancer, Never looked better, You can't stand it. Because you say so under your breath. You're reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer Never looked better and you can't stand it.
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain. And I'll bet you just can't keep up [keep up!] with those fashionistas and Tonight (tonight) you are (you are) a whispering campaign. I'll bet to them, your name is "Cheap", I'll bet to them, you look like shhh...
Talk to the mirror, Oh, choke back tears. And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table, They just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I'm the new cancer, Never looked better, You can't stand it. Because you say so under your breath. You're reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer Never looked better and you can't stand it.
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer I've never looked better and you can't stand it. (X2)
And I know, and I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out, With no one sizing you up. I've never been so surreptitious, So of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch. (X3)
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Post by Broker of Darkness on Jun 27, 2007 19:17:47 GMT -5
Yay! Panic! At the Disco...But they only have three good songs.. And no Sal it is not rap its punk/rock...Its actually a realy good song.... There's no music video so I'm puting up this link to a video someone made with the song but with random cartoons...AKA an AMV youtube.com/watch?v=hXhCwyJL3yI
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Post by theaceofspades on Jun 28, 2007 10:42:23 GMT -5
Avenged Sevenfold lyrics - Beast And The Harlot
Title: Beast And The Harlot Artist: Avenged Sevenfold Album: City Of Evil Year: 2005 Submitted by: Maxime Paré
This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep. A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast, ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his thrown but hatred strips her and leaves her naked. The Beast and the Harlot
She's a dwelling place for demons, she's a cage for every unclean spirit every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings. Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, Myrrh and pearls Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn. Destroyed in an hour Merchants and captains of the world, sailors navigators too Will weep and mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky The Beast and the Harlot.
The day has come for all us sinners, if your not a servant you'll be struck to the ground. Flee the burning, greedy city looking back on her to see there's nothin' around. I don't believe in fairytales and no one wants to go to Hell, but we made the wrong decision and it's easy to see. Now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us your welcome to the city where your future is set forever.
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Post by Broker of Darkness on Jun 28, 2007 11:21:35 GMT -5
Bat country is beter...
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Post by theaceofspades on Jun 28, 2007 11:24:35 GMT -5
this Is the only Avenged Sevenfold song I know Cus it's on Guitar Hero two
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Post by Broker of Darkness on Jun 28, 2007 14:15:29 GMT -5
I see....
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Post by theaceofspades on Jun 28, 2007 15:35:30 GMT -5
Its a fun Song
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Post by Broker of Darkness on Jul 1, 2007 13:46:08 GMT -5
True...So is Jordan
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Post by theaceofspades on Jul 6, 2007 5:54:08 GMT -5
The Who-Pinball wizard Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball. From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all. But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall... That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball !
He stands like a statue, Becomes part of the machine. Feeling all the bumpers Always playing clean. He plays by intuition, The digit counters fall. That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball !
He's a pin ball wizard There has got to be a twist. A pin ball wizard, S'got such a supple wrist.
'How do you think he does it? I don't know! What makes him so good?'
He ain't got no distractions Can't hear those buzzers and bells, Don't see lights a flashin' Plays by sense of smell. Always has a replay, 'n' never tilts at all... That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball.
I thought I was The Bally table king. But I just handed My pin ball crown to him.
Even my usual table He can beat my best. His disciples lead him in And he just does the rest. He's got crazy flipper fingers Never seen him fall... That deaf dumb and blind kind Sure plays a mean pin ball
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Post by Schmergo on Jul 6, 2007 13:15:05 GMT -5
Man, I love Lemon Demon. Whoot!
"Holy Bison Beaks" by Lemon Demon
well, I thought I'd write a little song so I wrote a little song then I tried to write some lyrics but I didn't last too long so I figured, why not sing about me trying to write a song and stuff and I decided to keep on singing until I had enough, but then I realized
this song needs a hook an ironic little self refrential catchy freakin' hook so I made the chorus all about how this song needs a hook an ironic little self refrential hook and guitar solo
(bad guitar solo)
Whoops, hang on, I have to tune this...... ok.
(awesome MIDI guitar solo)
Ugh, stop that. All right, uh... Oh, I know, let's do the, um, the bridge. Bri-- yeah, bridge. OK? OK? Anyone? Hello?
Fine. (music starts) Oh.
baby, baby, tell me why why do they call it a bridge anyhow? you cannot walk on it it doesn't have a guard rail it doesn't even hold many cows.....
this song is sort of caving in on itself and so it's going to end right now
right now
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... jinx!"
"Samuel and Rosella" by Lemon Demon Samuel and Rosella both were 82 years old sharing an umbrella slowly down the street they strolled
and all around the world was changing in a manner of ways ranging from dialect to fashion the state of affairs absolutely clashin' with the world that was theirs
"I don't understand these kids today," said Rose. "Yeah," responded Sam, "Take a look at this boy's clothes."
The young man exiting Hot Topic made them feel so misanthropic. Samuel and Rosella didn't like the way he dressed. They closed their umbrella and rammed it through his chest.
Samuel and Rosella they hate your generation with such determination Samuel and Rosella they are disgusted, knowing how wrong this world is going a fact they don't mind showing in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
now after being in love for 60 years they were both agreeing that the end was drawing near
so, why not cause a little trouble? who'd suspect a sweet old couple? Rose was always saying, "that kid's gotta go" and Samuel was obeying never saying no
Sam was a disaster When she smiled his heart still flipped Who'd imagine after 60 years he'd still be whipped
nonetheless she loved him dearly they'd hold hands while cavalierly burning baggy jeans in the middle of a shop or killing silly teens for listening to the hippedy hop
Samuel and Rosella they hate your generation and the music video station Samuel and Rosella they are disgusted, knowing how wrong this world is going a fact they don't mind showing in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
These kids today, with their sleepy expressions and their Satanic tattoos and their running around in the arcade parlors and their shiny gold "blam blam" or whatever they call it and their dangerous skateboards and their Chef Boyardees and their dang-fangled computer machines teaching them how to make bombs and their iFrogs or whatever they call it and their automobiles with the wheels that look like they're still spinning when they stop and their trenchcoats and their colorful tee-shirts with the Marxist propaganda on them and their thong sandals and their Britney Spears's husbands and their powdered wigs and their peg legs with decals on 'em and their low-carb diets and their Rockin' the Vote and their collectible bottle caps and their tiny little cameras inside the tiny little portable telephones and their "For Shizzle McFizzley Ding Dong Dizzle" Snoopy Dog language and their general disrespect towards their elders Well, they can burn in hell, I say, every last one of them.
Samuel and Rosella they hate your generation with such determination Samuel and Rosella they are disgusted, knowing how wrong this world is going a fact they don't mind showing in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol (off they hobble, drunk on Geritol) off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
"Dance Like an Idiot" by Lemon Demon
one cold December night back in 1984 a scientist had found himself upon the dance floor he started twitching and shaking like a pile of jumping beans at first it looked stupid but the end justified the means
well I know it's not generally considered very cool to dance like a nitwit, to dance like a fool but now that's just a guideline, not a rule
I've been making my way through the danceclub scene been trying it out, it's my brand new routine and it's catching on big, it's so hot it's obscene
so get off the wall, stand proud and tall get out there and dance like an idiot you know it's all good, so rock the neighborhood get out there and dance like an idiot
you might wanna eat a lotta sugar first have some caffeinated soda to quench your thirst then step into the crowd and give it your worst
no matter what you do, you can't go wrong you can dance like an idiot all night long as long as you've got no rhythm, you're going strong
so get off the wall, stand proud and tall get out there and dance like an idiot you know it's all good, so rock the neighborhood get out there and dance like an idiot
(are you ready? ...yes I am! (here we go))
put your hands on your knees and hobble to the right then do a 360 with your eyes shut tight while you're dizzy get busy and pretend you're a mime then make whiny noises and clap five times hold out your arms, start running in place try to do the Moonwalk, and fall on your face get up and stomp around like a big fat lummox then jump out the window with your hands on your buttocks
like an idiot, like an idiot like an idiot, like an idiot (dance) like an idiot, like an idiot (dance) like an idiot, like an idiot
so get off the wall, stand proud and tall get out there and dance like an idiot you know it's all good, so rock the neighborhood get out there and dance like an idiot get off the wall, stand proud and tall get out there and dance like an idiot you know it's all good, so rock the neighborhood get out there and dance like an idiot.
"I Know Your Name" by Lemon Demon
It was a Friday. I saw a movie, but it wasn't very long, so I snuck into another one. Employees caught me. They threw me out into the mall. All in all, it was pretty fun. But then it happened: I bumped into a random guy. He said "Excuse me," and he tried to walk away. But I had just had a psychic vision. I said, "Sir, I don't know why, but I know your name." I said: I know, I know, I know your name. I know, I know, I know your name. I know, I know, I know your name. I know, I know, I know your name is... Your name is Bob! Your name is Bob. Your name is Bob, I know. The guy said, "Sorry, my name is Fred," and then he slowly walked away. I never saw that guy again. Went back to my house. Went to my room to feed my fish which was floating on it's back, so I gave it to the cat. When he was finished, I took the bones away, but right before I reached the garbage something happened in my brain. Well, I had just had a psychic vision. I said, "Cat, I don't know why, but I know your name." I said: I know, I know..... The cat said nothing, and then threw up onto my freshly shampooed carpet. I rolled my eyes and walked outside. It started raining. I ran for shelter in an alleyway that smelled as if an elephant had died. There was a box there. I looked inside to see a homeless man, dressed in rags, bearded and insane. And suddenly I had a psychic vision. I said, "Sir, I don't know why, but I know your name." I said: I know, I know.......... The homeless man stared. He looked a bit scared. He asked me how I knew his name. I couldn't say. And it was awkward. He fell asleep, and I walked back home in the rain, in the rain. But then it happened: Another vision came to me. Another psychic idea from my dreams. I knew I had to burn down the supermarket to achieve world peace. So I did.
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Post by theaceofspades on Jul 8, 2007 14:25:05 GMT -5
I am the pumpkin king wahahahahahahahahah
Musical: Nightmare Before Christmas Song: Jack's Lament There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There's something out there, far from my home A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears
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