catrily
Honorary Guildie
Posts: 137
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Post by catrily on Aug 14, 2006 12:21:17 GMT -5
Cracker - Low
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Post by Bricu on Aug 14, 2006 12:29:52 GMT -5
Andrew Bird: Tables and Chairs
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Post by Bricu on Aug 14, 2006 13:45:23 GMT -5
Mr. Brightside, The Killers (Jacques Lu Cont's Thin White Duke Remix)
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Post by Bricu on Aug 14, 2006 14:16:14 GMT -5
How true:
Short Skirt/Long Jacket Cake
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Post by uthas on Aug 15, 2006 13:46:02 GMT -5
The Freshmen - Verve Pipe
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Alishe
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I have absolutely nothing witty to say.
Posts: 314
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Post by Alishe on Aug 15, 2006 13:50:26 GMT -5
She's my pusher by The Crystal Method
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Yva
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Zombie Yvas
Posts: 684
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Post by Yva on Aug 15, 2006 13:51:40 GMT -5
Hey, are you lonely? Has summer gone so slowly? We found the ground, but that damage was done. It's cold as you fade into the sun. Where'd you go? To me? But you're alive! Well, it's only fallen frames, they told me. You stand out, it's so loud... and so what if it is. It's cold when you fade into the wind. Where'd it go to?
Chorus: So what if you catch me, where would we land? In somebody's life forsaking his hands. Sing to me hope as she's thrown on the sand. All of your works are rated again. Where to go?
But it's all wrong, you're so strong. But this life's work and choice took far too long.
Where'd it go to?
Repeat chorus.
You know I love you. You know I love you . I want you oh so much.
It's so fair.
When I was sure you'd follow through, My world was turned to blue.
When you'd hide your songs would die, so I'd hide yours with mine.
And all my words were bound to fall. I know you won't fail...
see, I can tell...
- Remy Zero, Fair
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elyle
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So emo he's Eeyore
Posts: 162
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Post by elyle on Aug 15, 2006 14:05:00 GMT -5
Straylight Run - Mistakes we knew we were making
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Beltar
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I shoot stuff. S'what I do.
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Post by Beltar on Aug 15, 2006 14:08:04 GMT -5
The Blues Brothers - "Sweet Home Chicago"
The theme music to the greatest fucking car chase of ALL TIME.
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Alishe
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I have absolutely nothing witty to say.
Posts: 314
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Post by Alishe on Aug 15, 2006 14:10:30 GMT -5
Zero 7 ~ In the waiting line
Wait in line 'Till your time Ticking clock Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me
Woooohh Do you believe In what you see There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe In what you see Motionless wheel Nothing is real Wasting my time In the waiting line Do you believe in What you see
Nine to five Living lies Everyday Stealing time Everyone's taking everything they can Everything they can Everyone's taking everything they can Everything they can
Woooohh Do you believe In what you feel It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe In what you see Motionless wheel Nothing is real Wasting my time In the waiting line Do you believe In what you see
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream But I'd rather not have seen And I'll hide away for another day
Do you believe In what you see Motionless wheel Nothing is real Wasting my time In the waiting line Do you believe In what you see
Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me Different things to me Different things to me Different things to me Everyone's taking everything they can Everything they can
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Post by Threnn on Aug 16, 2006 0:00:49 GMT -5
Gigolo Aunts - Half a Chance
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itanyablade
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Inherently Sarcastic
Posts: 838
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Post by itanyablade on Aug 16, 2006 0:22:36 GMT -5
It was a theme she had On a scheme he had Told in a foreign land To take life on earth To the second birth And the man was in command It was a flight on the wings Of a young girls dreams That flew too far away
Don't push too far Your dreams are china in your hand Don't wish too hard Because they may come true And you can't help them You don't know what you might Have set upon yourself
China in your hand
Come from greed Never born of the seed Took life from a barren land Oh eyes wide Like a child in the form of man A prophecy for a fantasy A castle in his mind
Don't push too far Your dreams are china in your hand Don't wish too hard Because they may come true And you can't help them You don't know what you might Have set upon yourself
China in your hand In your hand
T'Pau - China in your hand
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catrily
Honorary Guildie
Posts: 137
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Post by catrily on Aug 16, 2006 12:43:27 GMT -5
Sheryl Crow - Perfect Lie
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Post by Elestera on Aug 16, 2006 13:26:59 GMT -5
Forever cursed by this game He who plays with sin Incantations summoned up our creations
We're players cast in this tale Believe it stranger than fiction This justice thunders our condemnation
Falling into innocence by a shadow's kiss He speaks what mortals dare to say Will he betray?
If you dare play the game Your descent preordained From their fiery thrones screaming Cursing your name On the terror it breeds Breathing fire and greed Watch him just as you bleed... Screaming enter the Damnation Game
We can not keep our heads clear Or our tongues from evil By this sword Certain death at our own hands
To have no wants is divine Untrue! Platinum waves tainted gold, We can only watch from the shores
Falling into innocence by a shadow's kiss He speaks what mortals dare to say Will he betray?
If you dare play the game Your descent preordained From their fiery thrones screaming Cursing your name On the terror it breeds Breathing fire and greed Watch him just as you bleed... Screaming enter the Damnation Game
If you dare play the game Your descent preordained From their fiery thrones screaming Cursing your name On the terror it breeds Breathing fire and greed Watch him just as you bleed... Screaming enter the Damnation Game
Symphony X - The Damnation Game
For some reason, this song makes me think of warlocks.
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Post by Bricu on Aug 16, 2006 14:10:29 GMT -5
Cowboy Junkies: Miles from our Home
No one in sight for fifty miles Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines. If I can just reach the crest of that hill This whole day will tumble, out the night will spill. The sky as still as a spinning top Shooting stars drop like burning words from above If I could just connect all these dots The truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love. And yet people keep saying I'm miles from my home, Miles from my home. I met you again in my sleep last night, These are days of slow boats and false starts. Hearts remain under lock and key, You will be the one to set them both free. And yet people will tell you You're miles from your home, Miles from your home. But that's where I want to be. Out there searching, Out here fumbling, Out here waiting For you and you for me. The moon hangs like a question mark, Pale as milk, bold as promise. When will you share these sights with us? When will we hold you in our arms? And people will tell them We're miles from our home, Miles from our home.
followed up with...
Regret, by New Order
Maybe Ive forgotten the name and the address Of everyone Ive ever known Its nothing I regret Save it for another day Its the school exam and the kids have run away
I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset you see Almost all the time You used to be a stranger Now you are mine
I wouldnt even trust you Ive not got much to give Were dealing in the limits And we dont know who with You may think that Im out of hand That Im naive, Ill understand On this occasion, its not true Look at me, Im not you
I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was a short fuse Burning all the time You were a complete stranger Now you are mine
I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain about my wounded heart
Just wait till tomorrow I guess thats what they all say Just before they fall apart
don't mind me, I'm just dancing in my cubicle.
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