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    Ladies and gentlemen,
    the best NJ punk/emo/core
    band that set the standard
    for many after - Lifetime


    "Young, Loud, And Scotty" from the album "Jersey's Best Dancers"

    Is it silly to think that this will never happen again,
    But of course I'll call you tonight,
    did you know, you missed my birthday?

    The loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill.
    and when I stand at the top of your old street,
    the church top brings a stillness to me.

    I can't think of anything I'd rather do
    than have my heart broken by you.
    Could we be saved by inventions and hopes? Cause I'm not all right.
    Night seems to swallow me whole and spits out second guessing.

    Cause I remember ever since that first day that I saw you on the street. I've always wanted you in the worst way, but now I can't compete.
    And I'm so... and you're so... we're both so, all fucked up.
    I don't know but what to do. It just makes me want to scream.

    Isn't it about time, that we try and get it right?
    Cause I can't sleep on no more floors, and I can't stay up no more nights.
    I'd like to know what's going on. Could you please pick up the phone?
    I started a million letters to you but I couldn't finish, any of them...
    And the truth shall set you free.

    #2
    "Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)"

    This town dont feel mine
    I'm fast to get away-FAR

    I dressed you in her clothes
    Now drive me far - away, away, away

    It feels good to know your mine
    Now drive me far - away, away, away
    FAR away
    I dont care where just FAR - away [x3]
    And I dont care

    FAR - away
    And I dont care where just FAR - away [x3]

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      #3
      By the best punk band in Elk City KS Hartfull of Hedonism.


      1. It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you in the back roads, by the rivers of my mem'ry, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind

      2. It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin' It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the back roads, by the rivers of my mem'ry, and for hours you're just gentle on my mind

      3. I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin' cracklin' caldron in some train yard My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face Though cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend hold you to my breast and find That you're waving from the back roads, by the rivers of my mem'ry, ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind That you're waving from the back roads, by the rivers of my mem'ry, ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind


      Made up the band name so the cool kids won't make fun of me. Best lyrics ever, by John Hartford.
      Blog:
      Does This Wheelchair Make My Ass Look Fat?

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        #4
        Shitlist, by L7

        When I get mad, and I get pissed
        I grab my pen and write up a list
        to all you assholes that won't be missed
        You made my Shit List.
        www.worldonwheels.ca

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          #5
          How the hell'd we wind up like this
          And why weren't we able
          To see the signs that we missed
          And try to turn the tables
          I wish you'd unclench your fists
          And unpack your suitcase
          Lately there's been too much of this
          But don't think it's too late
          Nothing's wrong Just as long as you know that someday I will

          Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
          That we could end up saying
          Things we've always needed to say
          So we could end up staying
          Now the story's played out like this
          Just like a paperback novel
          Let's rewrite an ending that fits
          Instead of a Hollywood horror





          Life isn't like a bowl of cherries or peaches. It's more like a jar of jalapenos--What you do today might burn your ass tomorrow.

          If you ain't laughing, you ain't living, baby. Carlos Mencia

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            #6
            pink floyd.

            Hello?
            Is there anybody in there?
            Just nod if you can hear me.
            Is there anyone home?
            Come on, now.
            I hear you're feeling down.
            Well I can ease your pain,
            Get you on your feet again.
            Relax.
            I need some information first.
            Just the basic facts,
            Can you show me where it hurts?
            There is no pain, you are receding.
            A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
            You are only coming through in waves.
            Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
            When I was a child I had a fever.
            My hands felt just like two balloons.
            Now I got that feeling once again.
            I can't explain, you would not understand.
            This is not how I am.
            I have become comfortably numb.
            Ok.
            Just a little pinprick.
            There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
            But you may feel a little sick.
            Can you stand up?
            I do believe it's working. Good.
            That'll keep you going for the show.
            Come on it's time to go.
            There is no pain, you are receding.
            A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
            You are only coming through in waves.
            Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
            When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
            Out of the corner of my eye.
            I turned to look but it was gone.
            I cannot put my finger on it now.
            The child is grown, the dream is gone.
            I have become comfortably numb.

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              #7
              Mouth - Merril Bainbridge

              I feel like I've been blown apart
              There are pieces here
              I don't know where they go
              I don't know where they go

              Kiss me on my salty lips
              I bet you feel a little crazy,
              but for me
              We'll be famous on TV

              Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
              Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
              When I kiss your mouth,
              I wanna taste it
              Turn you upside down,
              Don't want to waste it

              I jump on you, you jump on me
              Push me out,
              And even though you know I love you,
              I'd be inclined to slap you in the mouth
              When I kiss your salty lips
              You will feel a little crazy,
              but for me
              I'll be famous on TV

              Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
              Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
              When I kiss your mouth,
              I wanna taste it
              Turn you upside down,
              Don't want to waste it

              Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
              Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
              When I kiss your mouth,
              I wanna taste it
              Turn you upside down,
              Don't want to waste it

              Now will it be my fault if I,
              Take your love and throw it wide,
              You might restrain me,
              But could you really blame me?

              And you will feel you're blown apart
              All the pieces there will fit to make you whole
              And I know where they go

              Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
              Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
              When I kiss your mouth,
              I wanna taste it
              Turn you upside down,
              Don't want to waste it
              When I kiss your mouth,
              I wanna taste it
              Turn you upside down,
              Don't want to waste it
              When I kiss your mouth,
              I wanna taste it
              Turn you upside down,

              Don't want to waste it

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                #8
                for the girls

                40 BOYS IN 40 NIGHTS - THE DONNAS

                Spendin every night in a different state
                Spendin every night with a different date
                I come into town and have a look around
                And then I find a guy who wants to get down

                (Chorus)
                I got boys all over the road
                I got boys helpin me unload
                Forty boys in forty nights
                I got no time to see the sights

                Sometimes I nibble and sometimes I bite
                I kinda sorta wanna get skintight
                Have some now save some for later
                But there's no cute boys in decater (chorus)

                Makin out all night in hollywood
                You know I'd do 'em all if I could
                My honey in Stuttgart doesn't care
                That I collect their underwear! (chorus

                forty boys in forty nights
                I got no time to see the sights!

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                  #9
                  IN MY TIME OF DYING ZEPPELIN take me all day to type the words.
                  oh well

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                    #10
                    The entire "Born to Run" album by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.

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                      #11
                      Welcome to where time stands still
                      no one leaves and no one will
                      Moon is full, never seems to change
                      just labeled mentally deranged
                      Dream the same thing every night
                      I see our freedom in my sight
                      No locked doors, No windows barred
                      No things to make my brain seem scarred

                      Sleep my friend and you will see
                      that dream is my reality
                      They keep me locked up in this cage
                      can't they see it's why my brain says Rage

                      Sanitarium, leave me be
                      Sanitarium, just leave me alone

                      Build my fear of what's out there
                      and cannot breathe the open air
                      Whisper things into my brain
                      assuring me that I'm insane

                      They think our heads are in their hands
                      but violent use brings violent plans
                      Keep him tied, it makes him well
                      he's getting better, can't you tell?

                      No more can they keep us in
                      Listen, damn it, we will win
                      They see it right, they see it well
                      but they think this saves us from our Hell

                      Sanitarium, leave me be
                      Sanitarium, just leave me alone
                      Sanitarium, just leave me alone

                      Fear of living on
                      natives getting restless now
                      Mutiny in the air
                      got some death to do
                      Mirror stares back hard
                      Kill, it's such a friendly word
                      seems the only way
                      for reaching out again.

                      Old Metallica...KICK ASS..

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                        #12
                        ..... ....


                        Hello, it's me I've thought about us for a long, long time
                        Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
                        There's something here that doesn't last too long
                        Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

                        Seeing you
                        Or seeing anything as much as I do you
                        I take for granted that you're always there
                        I take for granted that you just don't care
                        Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

                        It's important to me that you know you are free
                        'Cause I never want to make you change for me

                        Think of me
                        You know that I'd be with you if I could
                        I'll come around to see you once in a while
                        Or if I ever need a reason to smile
                        And spend the night if you think I should

                        Hello It's Me
                        - written by Todd Rundgren
                        - background vocals - Stevie Nicks
                        - appears on Back to the Bars - Todd Rundgren (1978)
                        ~ Be the change you wish to see in the world ~ Mahatma Gandi


                        " calling all Angels ...... calling all Angels ....walk me through this one .. don't leave me alone .... calling all Angels .... calling all Angels .... we're tryin' and we're hopin' cause we're not sure how ....... this .... goes ..."
                        Jane Siberry

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                          #13
                          Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
                          We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
                          And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
                          Lights flicker from the opposite loft
                          In this room the heat pipes just cough
                          The country music station plays soft
                          But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
                          Just Louise and her lover so entwined
                          And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

                          In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
                          And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
                          We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
                          Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
                          Louise, she's all right, she's just near
                          She's delicate and seems like the mirror
                          But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
                          That Johanna's not here
                          The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
                          Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

                          Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
                          He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
                          And when bringing her name up
                          He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
                          He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
                          Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
                          How can I explain?
                          Oh, it's so hard to get on
                          And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

                          Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
                          Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
                          But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
                          You can tell by the way she smiles
                          See the primitive wallflower freeze
                          When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
                          Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
                          I can't find my knees"
                          Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
                          But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

                          The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
                          Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
                          But like Louise always says
                          "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
                          As she, herself, prepares for him
                          And Madonna, she still has not showed
                          We see this empty cage now corrode
                          Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
                          The fiddler, he now steps to the road
                          He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
                          On the back of the fish truck that loads
                          While my conscience explodes
                          The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
                          And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain


                          Who else could write with such exotic phrases and imagery: Dylan, of course. "Visions of Johanna"
                          Copyright © 1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music

                          Last edited by jukespin; 21 Apr 2006, 12:33 AM.
                          "Sometimes I just sets and thinks...
                          and sometimes I just sets.
                          "

                          Otis Redding I think

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                            #14
                            Baby mine, don't you cry.
                            Baby mine, dry your eyes.
                            Rest your head close to my heart,
                            never to part, baby of mine.

                            Little one, when you play,
                            don't you mind what they say.
                            Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
                            never a tear, baby of mine.

                            If they knew sweet little you,
                            they'd end up loving you, too.
                            All those same people who scold you,
                            what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

                            From your head to your toes,
                            you're not much, goodness knows.
                            But, you're so precious to me,
                            cute as can be, baby of mine.

                            Oh, you know that you're so precious to me,
                            baby of mine.

                            *For Nicole, with platonic love.

                            Yeah, I know it dates me and is uncool and corny but this is just the sweetest little song, evoking images of the cutest little toddlers, as it does.
                            Last edited by jukespin; 12 Jun 2006, 8:38 AM.
                            "Sometimes I just sets and thinks...
                            and sometimes I just sets.
                            "

                            Otis Redding I think

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                              #15
                              Van Halen - Secrets
                              She ain't waiting 'til she gets older
                              Her feet are makin' tracks in the winter snows
                              She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder
                              She be headed where the thunder rolls
                              Ow, ow, ow, she got that rhythm

                              Got that rhythm of the road, ah

                              Ow, ow, ow, she get crazy

                              Woman get crazy, if she can't go
                              Aw, but uh, she just lookin' good
                              She comes like the secret wind
                              She's as strong as the mountains, walks tall as the trees
                              She been there before, she'll never give in
                              She'll be gone tomorrow like the silent breeze, uh
                              (Ahh) Ow, ow, ow, she got rhythm

                              (Ahh) Got that rhythm, of her own

                              (Ahh) Ow, ow, ow, she get crazy

                              (Ahh) She get crazy if she can't go

                              But uh, ah she just lookin' good
                              You know how sometimes, you got to run
                              You runnin' blind, but you jumped the gun
                              The question is not, "Does love exist?"
                              But when she leaves, where she goes?
                              I got the feelin' she don't know either
                              Wait like the wind, watch where she blows
                              (Guitar Solo) Ow. Oh, oh, got that rhythm
                              That sweet rhythm of her own

                              Oh, oh, oh, she get crazy
                              Woman get crazy if she can't go

                              Oh, oh. A-lookin' good, aw yes
                              Never take life seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway

                              Frank's blog:
                              http://www.franktalk-scurry.blogspot.com
                              My regular blog:
                              http://www.ithinkithinktoomuchblog.blogspot.com

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