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| Pagan Waltar |
 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:36 am |
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You told me that you like her
But she doesn't wanna know
You tried so much to take her
But there's no way to go
I know that kind of feeling
Knocking on someone's door
I know the endless crying
When you don't know what you're living for
Write a letter - What's the matter
You'll feel better - Write a letter
You'll feel better when it's done
There is one way to show
What you feel for the girl
Write her a lovely letter
Tell her what you're looking for
Don't think it's old fashion
To take one's heart, when it's true
You gotta take it as a man
When you can't win her in this game
Write a letter - What's the matter
You'll feel better - Write a letter
You'll feel better when it's done
There are losers and winners
Just like you and me - Losers and winners
There are losers and winners
Just like you and me - Losers and winners
Just like you and me
You should give me the letter
I'll use it for my own
Maybe she wants to take me
Before she stays alone
Could be my destination
To pick up broken hearts
Why don't you take it easy
And screw the girl who's next to you
Write a letter - What's the matter
You'll feel better - Write a letter
You'll feel better when it's done
There are losers and winners
Just like you and me - Losers and winners
There are losers and winners
Just like you and me - Losers and winners
Just like you and me |
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| Pagan Waltar |
| Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:37 am |
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Disney Thrash
The psychological impact of a film that we all love
It''s negative imagery that preys upon our young
How could we be so blind?
Now we step inside conceptually a different view
And uncover the horror that we''re injecting into
All our children''s minds
Born into a peasant monarchy
A life of inherited luxury
This newborn Prince with his silver spoon
His life unfolds and will change soon
His father, the King, is not ever around
Never deigning to walk on his own son''s ground
A tragic young life spent in a broken home
Looking forward to years of life alone
Leading the life of hell
His story, you know it well
In death he''d finally be free
Could this be what it seems to be?
As this Prince enters his first few years
A menagerie known as his friends appears
Misfits one and all
One, who lives to create turbulence
Another, who straddles an androgynous fence
And we''re not sure where he''ll fall
Minute is his contact with the outside world
Unhardened to the likely peril it holds
Until one day, with his mother, the Queen
He''s thrust into a ghastly scene
Like animals, with weapons they''re pursued
By men with butcherous attitudes
His mother, the victem of the "Thrill Of The Chase"
With a bullet, she loses this deathrace
Leading the life of hell
His story, you know it well
In death he''d finally be free
Could this be what it seems to be?
Then his woman is forced into
A precarious position and looks doomed
Assaulted and raped by more than one
Members of a gang that are on the hunt
Add to this the destructiveness
Of the fire that rages without rest
Decimating his neighborhood
Torching his land where his home once stood
Brutal cinematic display, upon our children''s minds it preys
A subtle induction into horror, with implications we can''t ignore
Malevolence hidden behind doe-eyes, how many see through its disguise?
Burning itself into the minds it haunts
Is this really what we want?
Leading the life of hell
His story, you know it well
In death he''d finally be free
Could this be what it seems to be? |
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| desertfather |
| Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:42 pm |
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Nothing quite comes close to
"Down by the shores of 'Ness, the prophet made a mess. Goats blood on the carpet again, the house keeper must clean up the stain. Erect the tower towards the sky, erect the tower to let the Gods know why Babalon Babalon Bil bin abaft.
Across the ocean in the baskilisk abode the prophet crucified a toad. Nailed him to the cross and stabbed him in the heart aeon of Osiris thou must depart!" |
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| Peeandnuts |
| Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 2:23 pm |
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ConnorBK wrote: "If you like metal, your my friend"
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"If you not a Fan of Metal,your not a friend of mine" -From Some Manowar song (Think it was on "Kings of metal") |
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| Pestaa |
| Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 8:43 pm |
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really like the lyrical style on this album, just something different about it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8ieVfyEdZs
When I was questioned, I shook my head and stared
I was traveling alone, and had nothing to declare
He asked how I knew for sure
And would I tell everyone I knew
If it would hurt to know the truth
I can be thankful to be alive but I despise this life
In all my years, at best, I've only learned just to survive
But when I look around you, I understand why you believe
I see your evidence of God, all around me
You have so therefore you are but I have not
You've seen the evidence of God but I have not and I have none
(When he asked me), I shook my head and laughed
I never had a taste for life
And I felt there was no turning back
Would I try to take away their hope?
Replace it with reality
Exchange their joy with my bleak view
And leave them miserable like me?
I have searched and I have tried to find a place where I can be
I love my homeland dearly but never carved a place in society
But when I look around you I understand why you believe
I see your evidence of God, all around me
You have so therefore you are, but I have not
You are too rich for hate, and I am too poor to love
When I asked him, he shook his head and stared
"I see no evidence of God, in the men from the west" |
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| xspudx |
| Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 10:14 pm |
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Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find
Been on a mad Death binge lately |
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| Eoin McLove |
| Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 12:43 pm |
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Location: In the village by the hangman's bay.
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| Caomhaoin |
| Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 12:44 pm |
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desertfather wrote: Nothing quite comes close to
"Down by the shores of 'Ness, the prophet made a mess. Goats blood on the carpet again, the house keeper must clean up the stain. Erect the tower towards the sky, erect the tower to let the Gods know why Babalon Babalon Bil bin abaft.
Across the ocean in the baskilisk abode the prophet crucified a toad. Nailed him to the cross and stabbed him in the heart aeon of Osiris thou must depart!"
They are shit lyrics. Stop posting. |
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| Eoin McLove |
| Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 6:03 pm |
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Location: In the village by the hangman's bay.
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| If there's one thing I have learned from this thread it's that I have impeccable taste in lyrics and everyone ele's taste is shite. Educational. |
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| twiggy667 |
| Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 8:49 pm |
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In 83 I bought Kill em All
I circle moshed with the Phantom Lord
I hit the lights with the Metal Militia
and pulled mad teeth with no Anesthesia
In 84 I bought Ride The Lightning
I Faded to Black and the Death was Creeping
Trapped Under Ice I heard the Bell Toll
There was no Escape when Ktulu Called
In 86 I bought Master of Puppets
and Welcomed Home my Disposable Heroes
Me and Leper committed Battery
The Death of Cliff is What Should Not Be
So go back in the closet and write some new riffs
or at least own up to Killing Cliff
Hes spinning in his grave during your rehab stints
I thought you'd never get gayer than Kirk's fucking Lisp
Shitty records tours and VH1 Specials
You've clowned yourselves into the jokes of metal
I don't care how many times you load
Your blackened eye will shows there's Justice For All |
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| pentagrimes |
| Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:13 am |
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| Embarassing lyric-related admission: I only realised for the first time while listening to it on the bus into work this morning that "Midnight Mountain" by Cathedral is about staying up all night doing tons of cocaine. D'oh. |
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| Leather Mike |
| Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 11:38 am |
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| Am amazed that Blaze's masterpiece about Dimebag hasn't made this thread yet. What with its shiny diamonds shining so bright out here and there and shining everywhere and shining in his mind and out his behind. |
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| Drummo |
| Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 11:55 am |
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Pantera - Walk
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
[Chorus]
Respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
[Chorus]
Are you talking to me?
No way punk
Walk on home boy |
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| Leather Mike |
| Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 12:06 pm |
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| Drummo |
| Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 12:13 pm |
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pentagrimes wrote: Embarassing lyric-related admission: I only realised for the first time while listening to it on the bus into work this morning that "Midnight Mountain" by Cathedral is about staying up all night doing tons of cocaine. D'oh.
My embarrassing admission would have to be that until recently, after years of singing "Magic Dance" by David Bowie, I never knew the line after “Slime and snails, puppy dog's tails” was “Thunder or lightning” and always kind of mumbled in tune hoping no one would notice. |
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