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« Reply #420 on: February 06, 2004, 09:06:27 PM » |
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Quad post... someone else put some lyrics up...
The Haunted - Victim Iced
Save me. I've served my time in hell. Cleanse me. Release me from the pain.
Bludgeoned and battered. Tears trickle from your mind. Gaping wounds from the razor-sharp attack.
Something is pulling me down. A final descent.
Victimized. A trail of crimson from your eyes. Eternal scourge. I crucify your hope.
Violated - struggling in the cold. Aggrevated - I'm the thorn in your side.
Something is pulling me down. Too late to repent.
Victimized. A trail of crimson from your eyes. Eternal scourge. I crucify your hope. Victim iced. A trail of crimson from your eyes. A simple murder won't satisfy my taste for death.
Surge of hatred. You drown in the darkness of my eyes. Razor-sharp desire cutting deep. The excitement shivers down my spine.
The Haunted - Bury Your Dead
Can't imagine the pain inside of you. Can't take the violence shooting through. Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes
Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. Can't take the fuckin' pain.
Bury your dead
No remorse for the victims massacred. There's no end to this twisted killing spree. Now come to terms with the rage that blinds your eyes
Transparent, forced-on guilt. Won't reconcile. Their distorted values Fucks your pride.
Appease your fevered mind Recoil from self-possession. Set things straight one last time:
Bury your dead.
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« Reply #421 on: February 06, 2004, 09:09:04 PM » |
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Hmmm, this is playing at the moment, although it's a bit poo: Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear I am your ruler, land, sea and air Immense in my girth, erect I stand tall I am a nuclear murderer I am Polaris Ready to pounce at the touch of a button My system locked in on military gluttons I rule on land, air and sea Pass judgement on humanity Winds blow from the bowels of hell Will we give warning, only time will tell Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind I spread disease like a dog Discharge my payload a mile high Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils Launch the Polaris, the end doesn't scare us When will this cease The warheads will all rust in peace Bomb shelters filled to the brim Survival such a silly whim World leaders sell missiles cheap Your stomach turns, your flesh creeps
High priest of holocaust, fire from the sea Nuclear winter spreading disease The day of final conflict All pay the price The third world war Rapes peace, takes life Back to the start, talk of the part When the earth was cold as ice Total dismay as the sun passed away And the days where black as night
Eradication of Earth's Population loves Polaris
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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 #422 on: February 06, 2004, 09:12:00 PM » |
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Mmm... Megadeth... they're ok, though Rust In Peace isnt one of their better tracks imho.
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« Reply #423 on: February 06, 2004, 09:15:56 PM » |
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Yeah, I ended up skipping it.
Currently playing Gaudi Park by Tangerine Dream but this doesn't have any lyrics - or at least none in a human language. I guess there might be some creatures somewhere that speak in drums, keyboards and trumpets?. :mellow:
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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 #424 on: February 06, 2004, 09:17:12 PM » |
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how could you say megadeaht is poo?! :angry:
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« Reply #425 on: February 06, 2004, 09:20:00 PM » |
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Quite easily. Megadeth is poo. See? Well, that song anyway. Some of there stuff is okay. Meh. Probably get flamed for The Corrs, but I'm posting 'em anyway. I see a home in a quiet place I see myself in a strong embrace And I feel protection from the human race It's not parental
But it's a fantasy, not a reality And it's no good, no, no good for me, you have no idea
That I'm walking through the clouds When you're looking at me I'm feeling like a child Vulnerability I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside me And you're all that I see But it's no good for me
You have a home, (You have a home,) in a quiet place And someone else, feels your strong embrace She is protected and she needs no chase And do you love her
You're a mystery, you are the heart of intrigue You're no good no, no good for me You have no idea
That I'm walking through the clouds When you're looking at me I'm feeling like a child Vulnerability I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside me And you're all that I see But it's no good for me No it's no good for me..., yeah, no good for me...
[Sharon violin solo]
It's a make-believe, you have no idea That I'm walking through the clouds When you're looking at me I'm feeling like a child Vulnerability I am shaking like a leaf if you move close to me And you're all that I see But it's no good for me, just no good, no good
Through the clouds When you're looking at me I'm feeling like a child Vulnerability I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside to me And you're all that I see But it's no good for me
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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 #426 on: February 06, 2004, 09:21:57 PM » |
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your so predictible :hmmm:
you like the corrs but you dont like megadeath. *growls*
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« Reply #427 on: February 06, 2004, 09:36:35 PM » |
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Mehehe. Next up we have... Barenaked Ladies - Pinch Me. Meh, this is probably slow enough to type the lyrics as it plays. It's the perfect time of year. Somewhere far away from here. I feel fine enough I guess. Considering everything's a mess. There's a restaurant down the street. Where hungry people like to eat. I could walk but I'll just drive. 'Scolder than it looks outside. Blah, it goes all fast here. I'm fast at typing, but not 350wpm fast!It's the perfect time of day. To throw all your cares away. Put the sprinkler on the lawn. And run through with my gym shorts on. Take a drink right from the hose. And change into some drier clothes. Climb the stairs up to my room. Sleep away the afternoon. blah blah fast bit scream, llaa laa front door blibble wibble tooooo fast ... pinch me! Pinch Me! 'Cus I'm still a-sleep. Please God, tell me, that I'm still asleep. On an evening such as this. It's hard to tell if I exist. Pack the car and leave this town. Notice that I'm not around. I can hide up under there. I just made you say under where. I could leave but I'll just stay. All the stuff is here anyway. oingy boingy woingy woo bloo world beyond your front door. wibble blibble bloingTrying to figure out what all this is for. Trying to figure out what all this is for. Trying to see the world beyond your front door. Trying to figure out what all this is for. Guitary bit, no words.Lots of guitar here.Oh and that's the end nowHeh, that was fun.
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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 #428 on: February 06, 2004, 09:50:02 PM » |
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...I do most of these by ear. The rest come from darklyrics.com.
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« Reply #429 on: February 06, 2004, 09:53:15 PM » |
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ok barenaked ladies arnt bad.
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« Reply #430 on: February 07, 2004, 10:47:00 AM » |
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Red Harvest - Cold Dark Matter
Aspects of daily life Begin to freak me out I have just begun Regretting choices I have made
Cold Dark Matter Cold Dark Matter Cold Dark Matter Cold Dark Matter
Away Away In a soul sucking paradise
Red Harvest - Death in Cyborg Era
Techno human - masterslaves Coupled with stereo TV Deadline in hyper reality extermination angels
Coming from above With hi-tech violence The target audience Watch the news
Death In Cyborg Era Death In Cyborg Era
Technologies of vision Technologies of death Reconstrucion Reproduction
I am lost in a world I cannot understand Technologies of vision Technologies of death Reconstrucion Reproduction
New Drowning Pool rules... so does new Disturbed.
Disturbed - Dehumanized
If I offer you my soul Will you carry me away? I cannot be the only one To be dehumanized again Left behind
Too determined to be forgotten Nothing left to enrapture me Hard and silent, softly breaking No beloved to confort me
Dead philosophy
If I offer you my soul Will you carry me away? I cannot be the only one to be dehumanized again Left behind
Feel the determination built into my mind
You're never going to find me I'll wipe the world away Your face it will remind me Just how much I have to leave
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« Reply #431 on: February 07, 2004, 06:01:18 PM » |
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Bastards on Parade Written by Dropkick Murphys
I've lost all the time that I have in this world I've spent it unwisely, unwisely you see And I can't get it back and I can't move forward I'm broken and I'm empty, it's over for me If I could undo all the wrongs that I've caused Fall to my knees, pray for swiftness and just For I'm just a fool, a fool driven to dust And the world ain't gonna change for me
So give me one more chance to prove these problems and frustrations Aren't just manifest in memories we're destined to repeat A second chance to prove I know right from wrong I swear I'll do things different but can't promise to be strong
(chorus) So come all you losers, you bastards and cheats Vagrants and barflies down on the street Follow this path to salvation, vindication awaits We're marching on East Broadway tonight
If you could look into this old face and try to see the young man I swear I once was pretty, not the monster you now see But I squandered all my chances, lost my faith and took for granted This life and precious one chance, the whirlwind I'll wreak
If I could undo all the wrongs that I've caused Fall to my knees, pray for swiftness and just For I'm just a fool, a fool driven to dust And the world ain't gonna change for me
(chorus) So come all you losers, you bastards and cheats Vagrants and barflies down on the street Follow this path to salvation, vindication awaits We're marching on East Broadway tonight
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« Reply #432 on: February 08, 2004, 03:33:29 PM » |
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Disturbed and Tool - Killing You Now
Take this fucking knife out of my back now I'm through being the laughter of your damn joke You should have killed me when you fucked me over When i find you, my hands around your neck And start to choke
I want to see you pleed and scream, Crying to god Cuz I lost it all, I have no reason To live with you Only he can guess what im gunna do to you Just remember I dont get mad, I get even
Because of you, I disconnect This mess all thats left for me Because of you i disconnect Im killing you now
Get down on your knees I want to see you beg Tears building up here before me Im gunna tear you, Im gunna break you down Im gunna show you My pain and my misery
Here i am in this lonely place without you Now im alone and im forgotten I have become you Only he can guess what im gunna do to you Just remember I dont get mad, I get even
Because of you, I disconnect This mess all thats left for me Because of you, I disconnect Im killing you now
Because of you, I disconnect This mess all thats left for me Because of you, I disconnect Im killing you now
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« Reply #433 on: February 08, 2004, 03:43:15 PM » |
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Soil - Breaking me down
How far will a falling star take me, how far can i go can i go gotta be what the nightmare made me Gotta be gotta be what i see Jump clear of the falling parts from me How far will they go will they go Can't give what you need from me baby just let it go
Bringing me down break me down sweet sugar bringing me down break me down breaking me down to the ground sweet baby breaking me down to the ground
Too much is made of what's in me not enough about how i strive Keep an eye an eye on me deep inside there's a little place for me a little place for me can't give what you want from me baby just leave it be
Sweet razor wound deep down slice my groove sweet razor wound deep down c'mon and slice it
How far will a falling star take me how far did i go did i go had to be what the nightmare made me Fuck, just had to be Jump clear of the falling parts from me how far did they go did they go can't give what you want from me baby hell, just let it go.
Soil - Need to feel
Tell me what you want to be, and I'll take you there Tell me where you want to be, and I'll take you there Tell me how you want to feel, don't keep it from me Tell me how it outta be through more than a stare Show me what you wanna be, don't hide it from me Show me where you wanna be, and I'll take you there Show me how you want to feel, don't keep it from me Show me how it outta be through more than a stare
I just want to see you And I just want to hear you And I just need to feel you So stand up
Tell me who you are Tell me where you want to be Tell me how you feel Show me how it outta be Take a little piece of me and hang it from the right tree Share a little piece of me and I'll keep you as a part of me
You are my all You are my everything
Who are you, you're my everything
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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 #434 on: February 10, 2004, 03:48:04 PM » |
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AAF-"1000 days"
Eyes, They burn, From sting-- --ing travel. And miss-- --ing you, Is hard, To handle.
Stayed away a thousand days And things have changed like a decade. Made the most of all my days, And still I'm on the wrong page. Now, I'm home And feeling more alone. It's in, Your tone, Maybe I should go.
Why'd, It turn, From sweet, To bitter? Now, No cure, Can make, It better.
[CHORUS]
Ahh oh, Ahh oh, Speeding faster, Towards disaster. Ahh oh, Ahh oh, This house is cancer, I won't last here. The years go by and still no answers. No answers
Now, No cure, Can make, It better.
Stayed away a thousand days, And things have changed like a decade. Made the most of all my days, And still I'm on the wrong page. Now, I'm home, Speeding faster, Towards disaster. It's in, Your tone, Years go by and still no answers. Still no answers.
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