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I'll prally post songs of mine here for feed back... Were a very versitile band with 5 people who sing, and play. So i'll post the genre (rap, rock, punk, pop, etc.)
Lil' Rich Boy. (Our Only Heavy Metal Song)
I wanna kill something like a monkey named bob. But I can’t cuz I’m a stuck up snob And I have to pay someone else to do it Because I’m to rich to do it, And I have lots of money in my hands, And I’m trying to make you all understand That I am a psycho born proud and true And all my money makes me better then you.
So; Dont you wish you were rich like me, So you could do what I do! And look down on poor, pathetic, Worthless people, kinda like you!
Here I am a silly rich boy, Looking at you like your my toy, And I got nothing better to do. Then do anything I want to, Too anyone I want to, Especially to a bitch like you, Yeah, you, a Semi-ignorant fool, Who is just my tool. To make more - Money
So; Dont you wish you were rich like me, So you could do what I do! And look down on poor, pathetic, Worthless people, kinda like you!
I will Live forever, never gonna die, I will be Rich forever, cuz I got a cry- Ogenical chamber to keep me alive, Every night when I sleep, so ill survive. And at this rate ill live to be Ninety Nine Hundred and Ninety fishING FIVE! On your declination I will strive. Your my fishin’ worker inside. My moneymaking bee hive.
So; Dont you wish you were rich like me, So you could do what I do! And look down on poor, pathetic, Worthless people. Kinda like YOUUU!
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I am; A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything) A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.) A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable. A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.) A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.” An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition) A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.) I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death. I am... Drauka. [/span]
-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for. -We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion. -Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still. -Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn. -Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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« Reply #1 on: September 02, 2003, 03:47:32 AM » |
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oo thats not bad. i've definatly heard worse from really popular groups. so whats your band called?
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« Reply #2 on: September 02, 2003, 04:46:03 AM » |
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We are "Thee Unknown Artists" we have a semi popular song called "The Song With No Words." its kinda ironic. Anyways the Lil Rich Boy looks horrible on paper... but the song pumps you up bad makes you mad you know?
The Sogn With No Words (Punk Rock)
(Crowd cheers) Sing that one song that’s not on your CD! (Crowd Shouts) WOOOOO, we Love that song, yeah!
Why do you ask me to sing it, When it makes me feel like, such a hypocrite When you cheer me, it fishin’ hurts When I don’t even know, the fishin’ words, And, I’m sick of this goddamn shit, Well that’s just how I feel about it.
Well, I don’t know the words to this song, Will you care if I sing this wrong, Hey, I doubt anyone even kno-Ohs How this goddamn song goes.
Why do you cheer, for this bullshit? This song makes me feel, like a fishin’ idiot Its seems you want me, to be happy, I mean you’ve given me, all this money And yet, you ask me to sing Something so fishing depressing.
Well, I don’t know the words to this song, Will you care if I sing this wrong, Hey, I doubt anyone even kno-Ohs How this goddamn song goes.
Then the music will stop, my voice flows And I’ll worry not, cuz everyone knows that I AM the greatest, even critics praise When I leave all my fans, in a haze, craze and daze.
Cuz, I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE WORDS TO THIS SONG, But, you won’t care if I sing this wrong, Hey, I doubt anyone even knows What I’m singin’ when the music goes.
(Crowd chants) Again! Again! Again! Again! End
(Note: we dont have a CD but we have syntisizers and stuff that make it seem like a buncha people yelling. When we put theis on tape, gives it a live feel.)
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I am; A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything) A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.) A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable. A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.) A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.” An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition) A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.) I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death. I am... Drauka. [/span]
-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for. -We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion. -Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still. -Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn. -Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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« Reply #3 on: September 02, 2003, 04:51:54 AM » |
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ooo that is a very different kind of song. i kinda like it. you guys should get a cd and send me a free copy LOL.
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« Reply #4 on: September 02, 2003, 05:16:40 AM » |
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The Mouth (This is a combination of Rap and Rock)
You sat up. You gat up. You woke up. Then you spoke up.
And now you have a monster coming after you, Because you’re the only fool that insulted the hair do. But now you’re terrified, of the fact that all your friends lied, And the worlds gonna end. You have no more luck to spend.
Cuz you got nowhere to hide, and you got nowhere to run. Cuz you don’t even know, where he’s comin’ from. You call home and get your brother on the line But even he don’t wanna listen to you whine
So you ask for your mother, to get on the phone, But she’s real busy, click, now you’re all alone. CRACK! Darkness sets in, This three-week coma, is the penance for your sin.
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I am; A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything) A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.) A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable. A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.) A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.” An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition) A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.) I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death. I am... Drauka. [/span]
-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for. -We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion. -Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still. -Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn. -Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
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« Reply #5 on: September 02, 2003, 05:25:46 AM » |
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I think that is my favortie out of the three you posted here.
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« Reply #6 on: September 02, 2003, 05:30:12 AM » |
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This is the song we DO have on a CD we send it to record labels and radio stations and such. Trying ot makes some $$. But no you cant havea free one.
The Blut Rote Hölle Star. (Grunge-ish Light Rockish a little to)
Welcome to my bar, you wanna get drunk you dont have to walk far. Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse. Because this is my bar, The Blut Rote Hölle Star.
Right at the door there’s your prefect whore Beer at the bar, and the shit you’ve never heard of, Drink two shots you’ll be high like a dove. The floor is sticky, you can’t place why, Till a rotting dead guy catches your eye, The ceiling is covered with stars and planets The statues along the wall, are all granite.
Welcome to my bar, you wanna get drunk you dont have to walk far.
Dont look at the man in the middle of the room, he’s Jack He’ll kill you, slit your throat, and never look back. But he’s a nice guy if you’re good at chess, You better let him win if you want your heart in your chest. Jack-off Johnny back left corner, Him, and his favorite girlie porner, They’ll sit, drink and screw all night, So when you hear the moans just sit tight. Look at the blonde chick over your shoulder, She’ll hold yer dick and you dont even need a quarter, You can bang her and give her the boot, be sleazy. But don’t get me wrong she’s not a prostitute, just easy.
Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.
The drunk in the back his names eddy, He’s really nice a fluffy like a teddy, But beware for when the tap runs dry His eyes will water and he’ll begin to cry. In the other corner you have jimmy the nose, No one really knows what he knows, Everyone thinks he used to be a army scout Because he can tell you anything you care to learn about. Ah yes Jamie the smoker, Pft, The lil’ marijuana toker, Not much about that evil joker She has a guy, but he’s to high to poke her.
Because this is my bar, The Blut rote Hölle Star.
Look over their, theirs lord of the tavern, 100 years old born and in Todes cavern. Everyone says that he’s still tough, You think you can tell by his look, it’s gruff. There in the front, is Jake the fake, I won’t deny that he’s good at pool, And one day he’ll get caught cheating the fool. Plus, he’ll sell you a TV, a car, a Rolex, But he’s a sucker for kiddy sex. Vampria in black, the gothic, She and her friends all lesbionic I hate it when they hold each other close, I think the whole group is totally gross
Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.
There’s Paul, you should pay his toll, If you give enough he’ll save your soul, Then you’ll be on Gods ultimate supreme A-list, Even though Paul is a convicted rapist, and known atheist. Arrest ‘em Jim, sitting near the bar, Tons of drugs sitting in his car, He pulls over girls, asks to rub, and then threatens with a ticket. And pulls out his Billy club. Now where you think he’ll stick it? Theirs an asshole over there, who will make you skin itch, He smells like he’s been dead for years in a drainage ditch. He never takes a bath, he never even thinks, He always sits stares and drinks.
Welcome to the bar of eternity, a tough outer shell. Welcome to the bar of eternity, the bar from hell.
Theirs the wench that brings the cheer, Not in her body, but in her beer, Even though she’s a fugly one, Someone told me she has a son. Ick! War hero of old, he says won a battle, Killing soldiers from a horse’s saddle, Yet the truth be told after a little beer, He wasn’t a hero he ran in fear. And finally theirs the freaky old barkeep. He’s a fanatic, the owner, he never does sleep. He keeps a club under the glass, In case he needs to crack the skulls of an ass.
You wanna get a guy, a chick or a child, Or maybe you wanna, screw an animal wild. Its all O.K., because this is my bar, The Blut Rote Hölle Star. You wanna leave but you can’t find the exit, Maybe that’s because one never did exist, Welcome to The Blood Red Hell Star, Enjoy your stay at the bar of the bizarre.
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My band and I agree this is our best preformance at 6 mins. And we usely end up singing it a couple times when we in a bar, cuzza request.
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I am; A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything) A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.) A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable. A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.) A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.” An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition) A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.) I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death. I am... Drauka. [/span]
-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for. -We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion. -Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still. -Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn. -Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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« Reply #7 on: September 02, 2003, 05:44:54 AM » |
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you need to make a cd. i would totally buy it!!! these lyrics are getting better and better everytime you post them. Your rhymes are awesome
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« Reply #8 on: September 02, 2003, 05:52:48 AM » |
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Yeah well record deals are tough to get...
Voodoo Battles (Rap, with a nice punkish baseline)
Voodoo stand off - head full of fire, Losing means eternal banishment into the mire. -- Of Pain
Bat wings, newt’s eye’s and pig snouts, Pickled eyes, and a few quick shouts. Causes the ground to rumble under his feet, His counter causes my skin to secrete A foul little substance, it burns my mind But to this lil’ caster I shall not be kind
Voodoo stand off - head full of fire, Losing means eternal banishment into the mire. -- Of Desperation
I say a little spell to cause major hydration, He summons fire from the sky, weak retaliation. Fire hits me bounces off like jelly, Then a spike of earth protrudes from his belly, He laughs and giggles as he phases out, From my chest a dagger does spout.
Voodoo stand off - head full of fire, Losing means eternal banishment into the mire. -- Of Decay
Lost two in a row cant give up now, Pull out my scepter, bone from a cow, Spin around and catch his jaw, He won’t under estimate me now, Again the ground between our feet begins to shake I giggle as he falls, it was just an earthquake
Voodoo stand off - head full of fire, Losing means eternal banishment into the mire. -- Of Nothingness
As he’s one the ground, he is secured Bye the vines on his throat, victory assured. A egg forms from then air, Falls onto his chest, him unaware, As it burrows and hatches. Every part of his body suddenly detaches, From the pits of the unholy mire comes...A squirrel?
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I only have one more copy writed song to post. But after that i have some nice poems. Thank you btw, for enjoying my lyrics.
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I am; A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything) A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.) A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable. A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.) A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.” An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition) A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.) I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death. I am... Drauka. [/span]
-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for. -We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion. -Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still. -Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn. -Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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« Reply #9 on: September 02, 2003, 06:01:42 AM » |
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I wish I could here the music with these. they are really catchy So hurry up and get that record deal.
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« Reply #10 on: September 02, 2003, 06:14:28 AM » |
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Last post for the night, G'night its now Noon at night . BTW weve been doing this since i was a freshman. junior now. School tomarrow. bleh mind tired. Night again, im sure ill fand more songs tomarrow for you. Girl, A song of Hate (Good old fashiond pure and unscathed rock and roll.) I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle. I want the little short girl, cuz she’ll rock my world. Look at that one, she got the jiggle, I take one glance, and shout higgle biggle. I get up close, and try to get her number, All’s I can think about is to be her tumbler. It would just be my luck if she was some skit-so, But a girl that hot, would I care? HELL NO! I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle. I want the little short girl, she’ll rock my world. So we been going for a month, an I was right, But all her personalities are oh so tight, One little snag, and its about her dad, The fact that I’m dating his daughter, makes him mad. And It turns out that he’s the mid-west version of Tony soprano. But a girl that hot, do you think I care? HELL NO! I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle. I want the little short girl, she’ll rock my world. Now its our one year anniversary, I found out she’s playing me. Shes seeing other guys, I’m not the only man in her eyes. So I lose my temper - I slap that bitch. One week later I’m found dead in a ditch. So if you ever meet one cute little hoe. You find out she’s crazy? SCREAM HELL NO!
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I am; A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything) A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.) A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable. A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.) A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.” An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition) A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.) I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death. I am... Drauka. [/span]
-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for. -We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion. -Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still. -Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn. -Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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« Reply #11 on: September 02, 2003, 06:28:41 AM » |
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LOL well goodnight. its 1:30 my time and i should be going to sleep to. thanx for posting these lyrics. they are lots of fun
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« Reply #12 on: September 02, 2003, 10:24:41 AM » |
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Hmmm, nice. A few spelling mistakes though.
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Peter 'SpectralShadows' Boughton, Seeker of Perfection, BPsite Sitelord.
Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in the Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.
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« Reply #13 on: September 02, 2003, 12:15:10 PM » |
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not bad. good luck
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Yiff Hunter says: and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :
CLEAN? RipperRoo says: yes Yiff Hunter says: rite ive declared u imorally peasant like
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« Reply #14 on: September 02, 2003, 06:22:10 PM » |
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these are great. hope you get a record deal.
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