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Post by snowfyre on Apr 5, 2016 21:17:30 GMT
My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde? What monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
And she says, "I like long walks and sci-fi movies If you're six foot tall and east coast bred Some lonely night we can get together And I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather And drill a tiny hole into your head"
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Post by Melifeather on Apr 5, 2016 22:27:51 GMT
Ho, ho, ho, whaaat? lol
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Post by Maester Flagons on Apr 28, 2016 22:00:20 GMT
We're chained chained We're chained chained We're chained chained
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Post by snowfyre on Apr 30, 2016 0:24:13 GMT
I'm sitting in a beer store parking lot at the moment. The worst of the rain is gone by, but there is a lot of water. I can't get to my house because all three ways in have low spots that are flooded. (Lots of streams and creeks around) So... I'm going in the store for some beer and I just bought some at the grocery store. Oh well. I'll be stocked up for a while. In honor of you current predicament, a somewhat depressing song:
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Post by snowfyre on Apr 30, 2016 1:58:07 GMT
And one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there Wolves in the piano Wolves underneath the stairs Wolves inside the hinges Circling round my door At night inside the bedsprings Clicking cross the floor I don’t know how they found me I’ll never know quite how I still can’t believe they heard me I was howling out that loud
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Post by snowfyre on May 12, 2016 22:20:55 GMT
Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts make it rain... Broken hearts...
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Post by alienarea on May 13, 2016 23:04:57 GMT
Another day fades into sunset Another life fades into dust Another dream fades into daylight Another love fades into lust
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Post by snowfyre on May 20, 2016 22:56:31 GMT
i wanna be your pants I wanna be your doors i wanna be your little golden halo in the afterlife
i wanna be your teeth i wanna be your dad i wanna be your little golden halo in the afterlife
maybe we could see a movie the kind they used to show at movies... ooh ooh
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Post by Weasel Pie on May 21, 2016 12:50:14 GMT
I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats With scarves of red tied 'round their throats To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned 'round and there you go And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime
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Post by Maester Flagons on Jun 29, 2016 5:51:58 GMT
There's no money There's no possessions Only obsessions I dont need that shit Take my money Take my possessions Take my obsessions I dont need that shit
Present yourself, press your clothes Comb your hair and clock-in You just can't win Just can't win The things you own, own you now
Take my money, take my possession Take my obsession, I don't need that shit
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Post by snowfyre on Jul 15, 2016 1:09:30 GMT
I just need a friend to guard the door I just need a couple minutes on the floor I just need to talk to you for a second I just need a break from the sound, cause it's killing me
You were supposed to be here before the last song You were supposed to bring me your brother's weed You were supposed to walk me home from the river, man This is heartbreaking, heartbreaking, heartbreaking
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Post by snowfyre on Jul 24, 2016 11:32:39 GMT
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Post by Some Pig No Doubt on Jul 24, 2016 14:34:28 GMT
In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel Living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon You got that medicine I need Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly Put your hands on my waist, do it softly Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing
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Post by Melifeather on Aug 3, 2016 16:55:21 GMT
I had two separate ear worms in my head yesterday. This first song I sing to myself before swinging the golf club so that I don't think too much...the other one just came outta nowhere.
You're the one I want You're the one I need, baby If I was a king, ah You would be my queen You're my rock in my roll You're good for my soul, it's true I'm head over boots for you
When I was a boy Just abouth the eightth-a grade Mama used to say: "Don't stay out-a late With the bad-a boys Always shoot-a pool Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!
Boy, It make-a me sick All the t'ing I gotta do I can't-a get-a no kicks Always got to follow rules
Boy, It make-a me sick Just to make-a lousy bucks Got to feel-a like a fool And-a mama used to say all-a time:
What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad? It's-a not so bad It's-a nice-a place Ah, Shaddap-a you face!
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Post by snowfyre on Aug 23, 2016 11:54:33 GMT
"I've got limitations Like Marvin Gaye Mortal joy... is that way"
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