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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | All of 'Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills' by Pantera:- "I fucked your girlfriend last night. While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love. She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when I smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight. And I slept with her all over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass. Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were all knocked out you know. In a way. I serve too many masters. We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic came in to use those jagged shards to slit our wrists and neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude. But you wouldn't know what you were doing because I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted to fuck. I'm losing what's left of my fucking mind, I serve too many fucking masters. (I told you. I told you motherfucker) *EDIT* If it has to be a single line then I guess: "Fuck you, you cocksucker. Fuck you, you whore." - Machine Head |
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| | Converge: Year of the Swine You carry the loyalty of dogs so you shall be led to the slaughter as swine It all seemed so real when you whispered adorned with the best of intentions Bleeding softly It's late and my ears can't listen and there is no one to lift me to my feet But still I dream of you twisting and contorting beneath a garbage bag veil And this is how it ends Pretty and black as the soul Just for one split instant I want to be the lucky one Not to have the pleasure of tasting the salt of my own tears when we kiss Palehorse: Holy Trinity Church Student Bar Dogma is not a concept, she is a godess, and you don't know her, so leave her alone (the bottom one tends to change though) |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | The Revolution Will Not Be Televised by Gil Scott-Heron You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised. Masters Of War by Bob Dylan (Sorry, couldn't pick just one line). Come you masters of war, You that build all the guns You that build the death planes, You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls, You that hide behind desks I just want you to know, I can see through your masks You that never done nothin', But build to destroy You play with my world, Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand, And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther, When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old, You lie and deceive A world war can be won, You want me to believe But I see through your eyes, And I see through your brain Like I see through the water, That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers, For the others to fire Then you set back and watch, When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion, As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies, And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear, That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children, Into the world For threatening my baby, Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood, That runs in your veins How much do I know, To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young, You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know, Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never, Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question, Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness, Do you think that it could I think you will find, When your death takes its toll All the money you made, Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die, And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket, In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered, Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave, 'Til I'm sure that you're dead Last edited by theghostofcain; 19-10-2005 at 08:50.. |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | *Waits for barrage of Richey or Curtis lyrics from Hummer and Swingin Ryan* In the meantime: "Hoopoes and herring gulls over chalky cliffs It's all that's left you know, carbonate and myth Whitebait and cockleshell, washed up like a gift Secret histories arrive by longshore drift" British Sea Power - Victorian Ice Last edited by Larsen B; 19-10-2005 at 09:46.. |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | not as brutal as the stuff that's come so far but here's my addition. there are loads, but this was the one that sprung to mind. simple and pretty: STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN - "Life Without You" Oo oo now baby....Tell me how have you been We all have missed you....And the way you grin The day is necessary....Every now and then For souls to move on....Givin' life back again, and again Fly on fly on....Fly on my friend Go on....Live again....Love again Day after day....Night after night Sittin' here singin' every minute....As the years go passing by....by, by, by Long look in the mirror....We've come face to face Wishin' all the love we took for granted....Love we have today Life without you....All the love you passed my way The angels have waited for so long....Now they have their way Take your place.... |
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