! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Gutter Phenomenon Kill The Music Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover Dumb and pulsing we've become The bedroom door is an old black lung It's arrhythmic Uninviting and pliable With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us Bore into our head and found thoughlessness Never minded the faithless courage of shame or the bravery of oblivion, I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take is all we need We're not equipped to stay unloved But it's all we've got and we're not at all alright Come on baby and give me the creeps Either you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take is all we need We're not equipped to stay unloved But it's all we've got and we're not at all alright There's no difference between being holy and alone That's why I'm eagerly fleeing the scene Lead footed Baby return the favor and leave somebody you love If they come back they're drunk and they're lonely We all get lonely God forbid we indulge when at sea Just the tempest, the temptress and me Naturally bored thriller Nobody knows the trouble I've been or the exacting improvement of sin I'm handing myself over I'm turning myself in War has no glory like a woman ignored So here's to the empires polluted with dead And the truckers wives who erected them I know the stripper's real name Stop me if I'm wrong رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Apocalypse Now And Then You got me right where you wanted me So what do we do if I can't hold this pose for too long? Do we shoot again, or does the whole operation shut down and we go back to the board? I practiced all my lines, oh yea I'd feed every child in the world But it's a one night stand baby We gotta keep on If you got it all then you got it right I'm gonna do what you say and get way out of line Nobody's gonna stop me now It's not how it looks unless you saw nothing We all agree this proposal's been sentenced to death Are we baiting the right hook to catch your attention? The media needs another blackout We've been calling Flooding hotlines We've applied mascara to the radio but that's just a quick fix and we need a little more Does it matter to you at all? Are you listening or have you tuned out? We've gotta get it together But first we drink and we take it all apart Everywhere we go we're the local boys and we're back in town Well that's the way it is It breaks my heart We've applied mascara to the radio, but that's just a quick fix and we need a little more Does it matter to you at all? Are you listening or have you tuned out? Get by Get gone Get high Get wronged رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Bored Stiff I was wrong, close one I am wrong I said it I was wrong, I mean it Did it stick? Come down from there I know it's hard to swallow, when your head is overturned Hey there girls, I'm a There was venom in the heart of the dagger They found a worm in your pearls saying prayers All is finally infested, unless we blossomed in the in the cankerous air Then only hell can help us I got off, just once, you were right I admit it We weren't soft, just better Do you flinch? Keep that radio dry, I'm sorry you were all mine Let the boys find your body Let love gnaw the meat from your bones Admit the arrows, suffer the hot flash We come together now All together now رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Easy Tiger How you gonna get up if you ain't never been down? How you gonna move on if you ain't never had enough? Give the signal Advance the pill pushers Administer a change purse full of thorazine Show this girl a little bar courtesy and keep her senses clear of the scene We've found a gentleman caller who goes by the name she's been weeping for Turn her over Easy in easy out We've nearly got this situation stabilized Just some winces to eradicate Take a deep breath Cut the blue wire Keep your fingers crossed and pray she's been detached She stirs and I'm emasculated Doctor! Doctor! Give her the blues She got herself a varsity letter by loving you Breach and clear the abandoned back seat of the Cadillac We've been altered by the local authorities that regret has been seen on the grounds teasing the dogs, making the rounds There's a heart shaped bed in the honeymoon ward that circulates dust Twitches and vomits in fits like the damned Comforts none but the sloth Yet we pay by the hour for the bricklayers view Johnny, dream of your gun Goddamit it Commander, she's a hopeless case Note the time she arrived I didn't think we would lose another one to the sound There were too many fangs for us to tame Someone fetch her blue eyes From a restroom wall downtown She stirs We underestimated Doctor! Doctor! Give me the news She caught herself a cause of the wilds by loving you She caught a bad case of the wilds and she flatlines رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 The New Black Baby, you got me all wrong And maybe I am not at all down and out I'm high and I'm in Don't you know who I am? I'm the jaded one with pop insensitivity When I finish struggling, we can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator stuck between stories I always find myself in the middle of your stories With the cameras as a witness I will suffer Everything I do is wrong But by God I do it right We don't dance no no no We got class No we don't have any fun at all It's the new style and we know it We're not stunning, we just stunned and we're lying for a living Don't you know who I am? I'm the real thing with the low-key sensibilities I don't need what I've got half as much as everyone covets it If loving me is wrong, then god you do it right It turns us on to turn you down رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Tusk And Temper Bedeck your gown in bricks There's leeches stealing across the stage Come hell or ocean water I won't end up without Applaud the gall of the black cloud groping a drunken teenage vow As saline drips from her prom dress, damp hands are desiccated There's a wolf at the window of the second floor who kidnaps your date with a new car We both want the same thing Bad poetry and assaults at the bar Just try and stop me We are the only one in the world Prepare the ballroom Quicksand in front of the coat check Waltz with the scarecrow in the spotlight through the rye I was born a wanted man But I'll die a sailor's wife God help me pick the lock to her room I have to make this right Scream the hounds to sleep for me I'm creeping around in your head like a vine Your spit is the meat of the rose harvested by the dull Let fly the doves, unhook their leather wings from the fog Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam In a photo taken of us, at the recpetion held at the jail Loverboy is breaking up just off to the right side of me I will stop at nothing I am the siren that sings you home Is that clear? I will stop at nothing I am the tooth in your jewelery box Is that clear? Let pry the crows Unhinge their crooked beaks from the clock Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam Bolt the gate and head for ivory tower Adoration is cutting the phone lines to your heart Love is here I am the snarling and starry-eyed We both want the same thing Better aim at the stranger in our yard Just try to stop me I am the blinding light of your life Prepare the body I've been better but thanks for asking Wait with the scarecrow for the spotlight in the rye I'll eat you alive The calm will come again رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Champing At The Bit We drew a crowd The crowd drew the blood Fawning swindlers There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen? Take him away Get him against the wall for the witnesses This is doom in a borrowed suit It's a pickup line at a funeral Cannibals along side the catwalk But it's ok we're got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again New love is tasteless We're wearing down This is the year of the party crasher What is charm? Where are the heroics? What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics? Designer impostors find us twitching in the claws of the snake A fin is circling around the floor It appears we've lost our way The tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore Get inside Someone's yelling fire in the theater Oh dear god. Everybody stay calm Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in The horsemen are crashing through the gates We had better learn to play dead Our hands are reeking of rapture It's dripping from our chin The tragedy of infant hearts But it's ok we've got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again We're wearing down This is the year of the party crasher It's you and me for the first time in history We're history رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Gloom And How It Gets That Way Pull the car over you're frightening the kids What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view mirror without your fake teeth in? Keep your glass eye glued on the end of the highway up ahead of us The collision is always licking it's lips You weren't supposed to open the door Just keep the plane from drifting off course We'll attend to the terrified first class convinced there's a hoof print on the bow All hail the wounded heart contingent who've given us something more than faultlessness to sing about Long live prosthetic live wires The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated Your captain nailed his feet to someone else's ship at the sight of me Do what your mother tells you and put down the sheriff's horse The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly, singing hallelujah the king is dead The king is dead رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Guitared and Feathered This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm The situation demands that we raise our glasses in honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor Give us your headlines, hymns, and your saddest verse. You're not partnered with the half hearted anymore Our legs are spread wide open Our weary heads are splitting at the seams and we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief We are capable of the kind of love about which only the petrified can speak Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics We all cater to the fire once the walls come rushing down for shame I can say it better than you felt it And I can be it bigger than you needed it I haven't spent a day of my life apart from the one everyone's read about I'll spark de-evolution I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines I've been fattened up for the guillotines Sweet talker, you're right I'm a blessed lamb I can show you how to have a good time I know why you came here, but neither of us will get what you want out of me This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping my peace Every candidate ends his life with a cliche, and the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave I've been spoiled rotten Every thought I've authored has curdled Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that I've been drawn and quartered I've been twice picked over And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate yea we're gonna party tonight I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 L'Astronaut Drifting on refuse paraded through the town square Waving to the families of victims of the flood Straddling the front door of a Catholic orphanage I decorated it myself Thank you, you're too much Honestly It was nothing We should all just thank god I'm alive Don't shout I get a little confused sometimes I can't make out a word you're saying I've got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head Can't it wait? I'm on call to be somewhere Somewhere I'm not In case the cleaning lady has found my head Forgive my delay lieutenant, I'm the man the whole county requires Take your gun out of my mouth You are ruining my appetite Get your bear trap off of my neck I'm already running late Your distress is confounding the tightrope walker Just so we're clear, you're saying we're all lost? Maybe I'm wrong but weren't we just dancing? Oh, the way we moved had every marauder curious Sniffing at the trash in our shoes Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears I don't miss that much about anything you said After all, we've never met I'll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر September 11, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر September 11, 2005 Pretty Dirty The great American mischief has muted our hearts and our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars It's all but too much Nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved Everybody get fed up My baby better get high, I've got something I need to confess The dead men talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious. Cut us off. We're suffering, hysterical, lighting flares from the foot of her bed. I've been begging you for less mercy than this. But the only thing you need to know is that you never wanted to know. Take it off, take it back, or take cover because we're nearing a nerve. Dead is wasted on the patient so make haste and head for the wake. Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we've abandoned. We are gone. Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm. I'm dead in the water. Don't come for me. I was once alive in the deserts eyes on the day it wed the sea. I drew a chalk outline around your city. Hushed the sobs in your halls. But we both know it's killer, baby he'll outrun them all. There is so much shame in how little we've gained for so long. Now the sky is falling. And you're just repeating every word I say. You are not listening close enough. It's a catastrophe. You have not been concentrating. Pay attention there will be an exam Build an ark Come bring us back to the ruin Drifting out of our heads Taped off the sky above your city Dusted for prints on the chapel wall But we all know that it's killer, baby I will outrun them all رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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