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08-13-2010, 02:57 PM
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Lyrics You Wish You'd Written
There's something I must tell you There's something I must say The only really perfect love Is one that gets away Last edited by Zakko : 08-13-2010 at 02:57 PM. 
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08-13-2010, 03:19 PM
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Other than Happy Birthday (crazy royalties)
My chose is Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? And cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk on part in the war, For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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08-13-2010, 03:23 PM
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Brand New - "Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't"
I'm heaven sent, don't you dare forget I am all you've ever wanted, what all the other boys all promised Sorry I told I just needed you to know I think in decimals and dollars I am the cause to all your problems Shelter from cold We are never alone Coordinate brain and mouth Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out I wish I knew I hope this songs starts a craze, the kind of song that ignites the airways The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they're there with This is war Every line is about who I don't write about anymore Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for Holding on to your grudge Oh it's so hard to have someone to love Keeping quiet is hard 'Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start At least pretend you didn't wanna get caught We're consentratin' on fallin' apart We were contenders, now throwin' the fight I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe in us Oh we're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial We are entirely smooth We admit to the truth We are the best at what we do And these are the words you wish you wrote down This is the way you wish your voice sounds, handsome and smart Oh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart And it's all from watching TV and from speeding up my breathing Wouldn't stop if I could Oh it hurts to be this good You're holding on to your grudge Oh it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love Oh so let it go We're consentratin' on fallin' apart We were contenders, now throwin' the fight I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe in us We're consentratin' on fallin' apart We were contenders, now throwin' the fight I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe in us This is the craze only we can bestow This is the price you pay for loss of control This is the break in the ground This is the closest of calls This is the reason you're alone, this is the reason you fall! We're consentratin' on fallin' apart We were contenders, now throwin' the fight I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... We're consentratin' on fallin' apart We were contenders, now throwin' the fight I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe in us
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Last edited by gallow737 : 08-13-2010 at 03:24 PM.
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08-13-2010, 03:38 PM
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John Mayer - Split Screen Sadness
"All you need is love" is a lie Cuz we had love and we still said goodbye. Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left
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08-13-2010, 03:51 PM
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LCD Soundsystem - Losing My Edge Yeah, I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge. The kids are coming up from behind. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London. But I was there. I was there in 1968. I was there at the first Can show in Cologne. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks. I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978. I'm losing my edge. To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin. I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties. But I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge, but I was there. I was there. But I was there. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge. I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks. But I was there. I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City. I was working on the organ sounds with much patience. I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band. I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime." I was there. I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids. I played it at CBGB's. Everybody thought I was crazy. We all know. I was there. I was there. I've never been wrong. I used to work in the record store. I had everything before anyone. I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan. I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes. I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988. But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent. And they're actually really, really nice. I'm losing my edge. I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s. I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record. I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables. I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars. I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know. But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra, Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra, Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc, Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics. You don't know what you really want. (x15) LCD Soundsystem - All My Friends That's how it starts. We go back to your house. We check the charts, And start to figure it out. And if it's crowded, all the better, because we know we're gonna be up late. But if you're worried about the weather then you picked the wrong place to stay. That's how it starts. And so it starts. You switch the engine on. We set controls for the heart of the sun, one of the ways we show our age. And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up and I still don't wanna stagger home. Then it's the memory of our betters that are keeping us on our feet. You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan, and the next five years trying to be with your friends again. You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can, yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend. It comes apart, the way it does in bad films. Except in parts, when the moral kicks in. Though when we're running out of the drugs and the conversation's winding away. I wouldn't trade one stupid decision for another five years of lies. You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can, and the next ten people who are trying to be polite. When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France, Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight? And to tell the truth. Oh, this could be the last time. So here we go, like a sail's force into the night And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool on the road, there's always this. And if I'm sewn into submission, I can still come home to this. And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand, you can sleep on the plane or review what you said. When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks you think over and over, 'hey, I'm finally dead.' Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand, you look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop. You forgot what you meant when you read what you said, and you always knew you were tired, but then, where are your friends tonight? Where are your friends tonight? Where are your friends tonight? If I could see all my friends tonight, If I could see all my friends tonight, If I could see all my friends tonight, If I could see all my friends tonight.
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05-05-2013, 07:55 PM
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Whole Lotta Love
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin', I'm gonna send you back to schoolin', Way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you my love, I'm gonna give you my love. [Chorus] Wanna Whole Lotta Love [X4] You've been learnin', baby, I've been yearnin', All them good times, baby, baby, I've been yearnin', Way, way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you my love... I'm gonna give you my love. [Chorus] You've been coolin', baby, I've been droolin', All the good times I've been misusin', Way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love, I'm gonna give you every inch of my love, Gonna give you my love. [Chorus] Way down inside... woman... You need... love. Shake for me, girl. I wanna be your backdoor man. Keep it coolin', baby.
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05-10-2013, 07:18 PM
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Blind Melon
Change I don't feel the suns comin' out today its staying in, its gonna find another way. As I sit here in this misery, I don't think I'll ever see the sun from here. And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say, Hey look at him! I'll never live that way. But that's okay they're just afraid to change. When you feel your life ain't worth living you've got to stand up and take a look around you then a look way up to the sky. And when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die. And as we all play parts of tomorrow, some ways will work and other ways we'll play. But I know we all can't stay here forever, so I want to write my words on the face of today. and then they'll paint it And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and they'll say, Hey look at him and where he is these days. When life is hard, you have to change.
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05-26-2013, 04:34 PM
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Peaches "Fuck The Pain Away" Lyrics
Sucking on my titties like you wanted me
Calling me, all the time like Blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time Like sex on the beaches What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What? Sucking' on my titties like you wanted me Calling me, all the time like Blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time What else is in the teaches of peaches? Like sex on the beaches, Huh? What? Huh? Right. What? Uhh Huh? What? Right. Uhh Huh? What? Right. Uhh Huh? What? Right. Uhh SIS IUD, stay in school 'cause it's the best IUD SIS, stay in school 'cause it's the best IUD SIS, stay in school 'cause it's the best IUD SIS, stay in school 'cause it's the best Sucking' on my titties like you wanted me Calling me, all the time like Blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time Like sex on the beaches What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What? Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Huh? What? Right. Uhh Huh? What? Right. Uhh What else in the teaches of peaches? Like sex on the beaches Huh? What? Right. Uhh Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
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