Favorite Song Quote (of The Day)
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Tue May 18, 2004 @ 3:57pm |
 Coolness: 174750 | striving for emotion perfection |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN replied on Wed May 19, 2004 @ 11:54pm |
 Coolness: 148845 | "back in our minds" Czarrrrrrcastic! ;) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack replied on Thu May 20, 2004 @ 11:35am |
 Coolness: 72095 | I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold A poor man's roses Or a rich man's gold One's as wealthy as a king in a palace Tho' he's callous and cold He may learn to give his heart for love Instead of buyin' it with gold Then the poor man's roses And the thrill when we kiss Will be memories of paradise That I'll never miss And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight Is the hand I will hold For the rose of love means more to me More than any rich man's gold |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack replied on Fri May 21, 2004 @ 3:11pm |
| Coolness: 72095 | I am the son
and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and the heir of nothing in particular You shut your mouth how can you say I go about things the wrong way I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does There's a club, if you like to go you could meet somebody who really loves you so you go, and you stand on your own and you leave on your own and you go home, and you cry and you want to die When you say it's gonna happen "now" well, when exactly do you mean? see I've already waited too long and all my hope is gone |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN replied on Fri May 21, 2004 @ 3:27pm |
| Coolness: 148845 | Désanchanté, (Mylène Farmer)
"Si la mort est un mystère, La vie n'a rien de tendre.. Si le_ ciel à un enfer, LE ciel peut bien m'attendre, Dis-moi....Rien n'a de sens, plus rien ne va... TOUT EST CHAOS (..) Je suis génération désanchanté." |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack replied on Fri May 21, 2004 @ 6:49pm |
| Coolness: 72095 | geronimo |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Simply5teve replied on Fri May 21, 2004 @ 7:04pm |
| Coolness: 68240 | " i wanna fuck a dog in the ass "
Yasmine knows where its at ;) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Fri May 21, 2004 @ 7:08pm |
| Coolness: 64565 | midnight melodic (chase the blues)
"Nothing to do today Nothing I want to do Anyway I think I'll lie here for a while And try to escape I'll block out the wind tower Clouds run away Leave me in the sun I'm dreaming On my own Nothing to do today Nothing I want to do Anyway I'll think of you For an hour or two And chase away the blues You chase my blues away Everyday In my dreams We say what we mean We do what we feel Love fills the days You take my breath away Nothing to do today Nothing I want to do Anyway In my dreams there's no thrill to pay No decisions to make No consequence to take And nothing grey. Nothing was failed No mistakes And then I wake up Nothing to do today Nothing I want to do Anyway I think I'll lie here for a while And try to escape I'll think of you For an hour or two And chase away my blues You chase my blues away Everyday." it hurts to listen to it now, but it's still one of my favorites |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Fri May 21, 2004 @ 9:01pm |
| Coolness: 174750 | i never should have let you go
i never should have let you slip through my arms |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Sat May 22, 2004 @ 7:40pm |
 Coolness: 151120 | I thought the same, but oh well.
When I'm with you, I'm in Heaven |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN replied on Mon May 24, 2004 @ 5:00pm |
| Coolness: 148845 | Loco Locass - Libérez nous des libéraux
"Prêts pas prêts la charrue Charest, acharnée, charcute en charpie la charpente De la maison qu’on a mis 40 ans à bâtir. (..) J’te l’dis carré, catégorique : Jean Charest-Mike Harris : même combat, même charisme, même kermesse des biens et services publics. Câlisse faut que ça finisse. La chasse aux BS pour eux c’t’une business inespérée. Pis ceux qui dépérissent, Il reste plus qu’à prier pour Saint-Jean-Baptiste, Ça vous apprendra, ma race de séparatistes. (..) Ça dirige le Québec comme une PME, Comme un pimp, ses putes pour qu’elles alignent les P-I-P-E-S’ti, Ça se sait ça s’connaît, la clef du succès pour le 24 Sussex, c’est d’assexuer le Québec, Quel beau sujet pour Jean-Claude Labrecque « À Hauteur de Gnome » « Hauteur de Braguette » Sucer debout, c’est ça se tenir drette... (zzzzzzzzzzzzip) Jean Charest : « Je suis prêt » On est loin de "Maître chez Nous", Maintenant comme jamais, il y a un traître chez nous. Ça s’entend quand il parle comme un derrière de boîte de céréales. Si tu penses me faire taire, tu perds ton temps, j’suis intarissable. (..) Les cols bleus, les cols blancs, toutes les écoles confondues Faut se ruer dans la rue, au printemps comme une crue, Faire éclater notre ras-le-bol, une débâcle de casseroles, trêve de paroles, faites du bruit... Un charivari pour chavirer ce parti, comme en Argentine, en Bolivie D’un pôle à l’autre, c'est un constat continental : À bas le bulldozer libéral. (..) LIBÉREZ NOUS DES LIBÉRAUX." you can download it at [ www.locolocass.net ] |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl replied on Thu May 27, 2004 @ 2:26am |
 Coolness: 90145 | I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
coulda been the Willie Nelson coulda been the wine when I left your house this morning it was a little after nine it was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations reveal themselves one star at a time Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind I thought of maybe quitting thought of leaving it behind went back to bed this morning and as I'm pulling down the blind the sky was dull and hypothetical and falling one cloud at a time That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors riding on horseback and keeping order restored til the men they couldn't hang stepped to the mic and sang and their voices rang with that Aryan twang I got to your house this morning just a little after nine in the middle of that riot couldn't get you off my mind so I'm at your house this morning just a little after nine cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations reveal themselves one star at a time tragically hip - bobcaygeon (i've always thought the hip were a little too ontarian, but i;ve always loved this song.) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu May 27, 2004 @ 10:03am |
| Coolness: 174750 | I always pictured you with flowers in your hair. dancing in the dry rain. you held color beyond love. yet the sensation to no longer walk in is alive. in my eyes and heart. and all I could ask was for you to love but I am guessing that was even to hard. breaking the snows silence and this was the end.
Gentle & elegant - a life once lost |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Souldah replied on Thu May 27, 2004 @ 10:35am |
 Coolness: 48910 | "Wasted Youth Crew (My Kind Belong Nowhere)"
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared We all started as someone with a chance to make our way Sometimes the world was cold but we waited for the better days We watched the years go by and nothing seemed to change We waited, hoped and prayed as the hard times felt like stinging rain Well now that hope is gone, somewhere it turned to rage Hatred, violence, booze and crime, sometimes it seemed the only way (to get by) I always knew I'd never make it cause I'm twisted in the brain But I swear to you all right now that I'll never live like the ones that made me hate Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin' streak and a scumbag, zero and anti-hero are all you think of me (and you're right) I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin streak and lowlife, loser and dead-end cruiser are all you think of me (but I say) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck mankind My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared Wasted youth, I never had all the chances Wasted youth, I never had no savin' grace Wasted youth, yeah I've made a few mistakes Wasted youth, but how long will I have to pay? So, some of you were born into happiness and wealth While some of us were born to a life of hell And some of us were lost and some of us were found but most of us were beaten by life to the ground And maybe I'll never see the day that I win but I'll always have time for a beer with my friends We'll fight everybody and the world 'till the end and if you fuck around with us you'll get your head kicked in! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Sat May 29, 2004 @ 5:24pm |
 Coolness: 87725 | Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight How'd you get so desperate How'd you stay alive Help me please Burn the sorrow from your eyes Oh, come on be alive again Don't lay down and die Hey, hey You know what to do Oh, baby, drive away to Malibu Get well soon Please don't go any higher How are you so burnt when You're barely on fire Cry to the angels I'm gonna rescue you I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby Pour over me Hey, hey We're all watching you Oh, baby, fly away to Malibu Cry to the angels And let them swallow you Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu ..And the sun goes down I watch you slip away And the sun goes down I walk into the waves And I knew Love would tear you apart Oh and I knew The darkest secret of your heart I'm gonna follow you Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu Oceans of angels Oceans of stars Down by the sea is where you Drown your scars ..I can't be near you The light just radiates I can't be near you The light just radiates...... *sigh* |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN replied on Sun May 30, 2004 @ 2:20am |
| Coolness: 148845 | Radiohead - Street Spirit
Rows of houses all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things in all positions All these things will one day take control And fade out again and fade out This machine will will not communicate these thoughts And the strain I am under Be a world child form a circle before we all go under And fade out again and fade out again Cracked eggs dead birds Scream as they fight for life I can feel death can see it’s beady eyes All these things into frution All these things we’ll one day swallow whole And fade out again and fade out again. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» iLotHewHisP replied on Sun May 30, 2004 @ 3:53am |
 Coolness: 37230 | PORTISHEAD - Roads
Ohh, can't anybody see We've got a war to fight Never found our way Regardless of what they say How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong Storm.. in the morning light I feel No more can I say Frozen to myself I got nobody on my side And surely that ain't right And surely that ain't right Ohh, can't anybody see We've got a war to fight Never found our way Regardless of what they say How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong [INSTRUMENTAL] How can it feel, this wrong This moment How can it feel, this wrong Ohh, can't anybody see We've got a war to fight Never found our way Regardless of what they say How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Sun May 30, 2004 @ 10:42pm |
| Coolness: 174750 | each window breathes smoke, pavement paces while cigarettes burn.
a tribal affair rises the masses of broken hearts left at her door |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Miss_Amanda replied on Sun May 30, 2004 @ 11:03pm |
 Coolness: 161205 | i love that portishead song (L) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» audio replied on Mon May 31, 2004 @ 5:01am |
| Coolness: 40260 | two days too late, but sweetest line ever comes care of the late jeff buckley...
my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder |
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