death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Caroline laughs and it's raining all dayShe loves to be one of the girlsShe lives in the place in the side of our livesWhere nothing is ever put straightShe turns her self round and she smiles and she says"This is it that's the end of the joke"And loses herself in her dreaming and sleepAnd her lovers walk through in their coaches Pretty in pink, isn't she ?Pretty in pink, isn't she ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Stop, Hammer time ! Pariah 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Though I live on the edge time is on my sideAll the doors to my life are open wideJust as long as the wheels keep on turning 'roundI will live for the groove 'til the sun goes downLiving it up, living it upI can feel itLiving it upIs it a crazy notion ?Living it up, living it upI can feel itLiving it upI got forward motion Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 It's happy hour againI think I might be happy if I wasn't out with themAnd they're happy it's a lovely place to beHappy that the fire is real the barman is a sheWhere the haircuts smileAnd the meaning of styleIs a night out with the bossWhere you win or you loseAnd its them who chooseAnd if you don't win then you've lostWhat a good place to beDon't believe it'Cause they speak a different languageAnd it's never really happened to me{It's happy hour again}Don't believe it'Cause they speak a different languageAnd it's never really happened to me{It's happy hour again}It's another night out with the bossFollowing in footsteps overgrown with mossAnd they tell me that women grow on treesAnd if you catch them right they will land upon their kneesWhere they open all their walletsAnd they close all their mindsAnd they love to buy you all a drinkAnd then we ask all the questionsAnd you take all your clothes offAnd go back to the kitchen sink Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 I'm on my way I'm making it, huh!I've got to make it show yeah, hey!So much larger than lifeI'm gonna watch it growingHey hey hey heyyyyyyyThe place where I come from is a small townThey think so small, they use small wordsBut not me, I'm smarter than that,I worked it outI'll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right outI've had enough, I'm getting outto the city, the big big cityI'll be a big noise with all the big boys, so much stuff I will ownAnd I will pray to a big god, as I kneel in the big churchBig time, I'm on my way I'm making it, big time, oh yesBig time, I've got to make it show yeah, big timeBig time, so much larger than lifeBig time, I'm gonna watch it growing, big timeHo ohh ohh, oh oh, ho ohh ohh, oh ohhh Cygnia 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 YEAAAH!The world is my expenseThe cost of my desireJesus blessed me with its futureAnd I protect it with fireSo raise your fists and march aroundDon't dare take what you needI'll jail and bury those committedAnd smother the rest in greedCrawl with me into tomorrowOr I'll drag you to your graveI'm deep inside your childrenThey'll betray you in my nameHey !Hey !Sleep now in the fireHey !Hey !Sleep now in the fire Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Move his way, nice and slowPaint it all black, let the humorous glowHe feels like sacher-masoch and the fire belowIs licking at his lips Cracks the whipCome on, crackCrack the whip Swallowing flames, sinking in the snowHe enjoys feeling pain, he enjoys peeling slowLagartija Nick, it's no dumb showYour names on his whip Crack the whipCome on, crack A code of play, a nocturn riteIn the cruel garden of dark delightsSixteen cages crawl in lineDesire is a heady wine Come on, crackCrack All in pain, it's no dumb showFire belowIs licking at his lipsSwallowing flame, crack Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Another suburban family morning.Grandmother screaming at the wall.We have to shout above the din of our Rice CrispiesWe can't hear anything at all.Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,But we know all her suicides are fake.Daddy only stares into the distanceThere's only so much more that he can take.Many miles away something crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.Another industrial ugly morningThe factory belches filth into the sky.He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,He doesn't think to wonder why.The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,But all he ever thinks to do is watch.And every single meeting with his so-called superiorIs a humiliating kick in the crotch.Many miles away something crawls to the surfaceOf a dark Scottish loch.Another working day has ended.Only the rush hour hell to face.Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.Contestants in a suicidal race.Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,He knows that something somewhere has to break.He sees the family home now looming in his headlights,The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.Many miles away there's a shadow on the doorOf a cottage on the shoreOf a dark Scottish lakeMany miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Cygnia 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Here we stand or here we fallHistory won't care at allMake the bed, light the lightLady Mercy won't be home tonight.You don't waste no time at allDon't hear the bell but you answer the callIt comes to you as to us allWe're just waiting for the hammer to fallOh every night, and every dayA little piece of you is falling awayBut lift your face the Western WayBuild your muscles as your body decays.Tow the line and play their gameLet the anaesthetic cover it allTill one day they call your nameYou know it's time for the hammer to fall.Rich or poor or famous forYour truth it's all the same(Oh no! Oh no!)Lock your door but rain is pouringThrough your window pane(Oh no!)Baby, now your struggle's all vain.For we who grew up tall and proudIn the shadow of the Mushroom CloudConvinced our voices can't be heard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 Here I am, I'm the master of your destiny,I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,Give me your kings, let me squeenze them in my hands,Your puny princes,Your so-called leaders of your land,I'll eat them whole before I'm done,The battle's fought and the game is won,I am the only one,I am the god of kingdom come,Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,Move over, I said move over,Hey, hey, hey clear the way,There's no escape from my authority - I tell you -I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,I am the only one,I am the god of kingdom come,Gimme the prize. Cygnia and Pariah 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Mississippi in the middle of a dry spellJimmy Rogers on the Victrola up highMama's dancin' with baby on her shoulderThe sun is settin' like molasses in the skyThe boy could sing, knew how to move, everythingAlways wanting more, he'd leave you longing for Black velvet and that little boy's smileBlack velvet with that slow southern styleA new religion that'll bring ya to your kneesBlack velvet if you please Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwaveWhite lightening, bound to drive you wildMama's baby's in the heart of every school girl"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisleThe way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and trueAlways wanting more, he'd leave you longing for Black velvet and that little boy's smileBlack velvet with that slow southern styleA new religion that'll bring ya to your kneesBlack velvet if you please Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as youWe don't do the things you do, but we live around here too.Oh really. Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk itOh 'cause they just want to keep us out.You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out.Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see ? The future's owned by you and me.There won't be fighting in the street.They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah:We want your homes, we want your lives,we want the things you won't allow us.We won't use guns, we won't use bombsWe'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh.What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it ?'Cause you're so very thick.Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school nowwe can't help but see.That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about. We're making a move, we're making it now,We're coming out of the side-lines.Just put your hands up - it's a raid.We want your homes, we want your lives,we want the things you won't allow us.We won't use guns, we won't use bombsWe'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. Brothers, sisters, can't you see ?The future's owned by you and me.There won't be fighting in the street.They think they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet.We're making a move. We're making it now.We're coming out of the sidelines.Just put your hands up - it's a raid.We want your homes, we want your lives,we want the things you won't allow us.We won't use guns, we won't use bombsWe'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.And that's our minds. Yeah. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 People are people so why should it beYou and I should get along so awfully So we're different coloursAnd we're different creedsAnd different people have different needsIt's obvious you hate meThough I've done nothing wrongI never even met youSo what could I have done I can't understandWhat makes a manHate another manHelp me understand People are people so why should it beYou and I should get along so awfullyHelp me understand Now you're punching and you're kickingAnd you're shouting at meI'm relying on your common decencySo far it hasn't surfacedBut I'm sure it existsIt just takes a while to travelFrom your head to your fist I can't understandWhat makes a manHate another manHelp me understand Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Riding on any waveThere is the luck you craveThey don't believe it nowThey just think it's stupid So got anything ?Anyone could have doneWho would've cared at allNot you Another heart has made the tradeForget it, forget it, forget itI don't understand how a heart is a spadeBut somehow the vital connection is made Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 And her name is G. (G) L. (L) O. (O) R, ® I. (I). yi-yi-yi-yiG.L.O.R.I.A. (Gloria)G.L.O.R.I.A. (Gloria)I'm wanna shout it ev'ry night (Gloria)I'm wanna shout it ev'ry day (Gloria)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all right Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Beat surrenderCome on boy, come on girlSuccumb to the beat surrenderAll the things that I care about (are packed into one punch)All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once)And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the endThat bulls**t is bulls**t, it just goes by different namesAll the things that I shout about (but never act upon)All the courage and the dreams that I have(but seem to wait so long)My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hideThe dignified don't even enter in the gameAnd if you feel there's no passionNo quality sensationSeize the young determinationShow the fakers you ain't foolin'You'll see me come runnin'To the sound of your strummin'Fill my heart with joy and gladnessI've lived too long in shadows of sadness Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Got brass in pocketGot bottle I'm gonna use itIntention I feel inventiveGonna make you, make you, make you noticeGot motion restrained emotionBeen driving Detroit leaningNo reason just seems so pleasingGonna make you, make you, make you noticeGonna use my armsGonna use my legsGonna use my styleGonna use my sidestepGonna use my fingersGonna use my, my, my imagination'Cause I gonna make you seeThere's nobody else hereNo one like meI'm special so specialI gotta have some of your attention give it to me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 I hurt myself todayTo see if I still feelI focus on the painThe only thing that's realThe needle tears a holeThe old familiar stingTry to kill it all awayBut I remember everythingWhat have I becomeMy sweetest friendEveryone I know goes awayIn the endAnd you could have it allMy empire of dirtI will let you downI will make you hurtI wear this crown of thornsUpon my liar's chairFull of broken thoughtsI cannot repairBeneath the stains of timeThe feelings disappearYou are someone elseI am still right hereWhat have I becomeMy sweetest friendEveryone I know goes awayIn the endAnd you could have it allMy empire of dirtI will let you downI will make you hurtIf I could start againA million miles awayI would keep myselfI would find a way Pariah 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Like his dad you know that he's hadAnimal nitrate in mindOh in your council home he jumped on your bonesnow you're taking it time after timeoh it turns you on, on, on, now he has goneoh what turns you on, on, on, now your animal's gone ?Well he said he'd show you his bedand the delights of his chemical smileso in your broken home he broke all of your bonesnow you're taking it time after timeoh it turns you on, on, on, now he has goneoh what turns you on, on, on, now your animal's gone ?what does it take to turn you on, onnow he has gone ?now you're over 21 ?now your animal's gone ?animal, he was animal, an animal Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Under blue moon I saw youSo soon you'll take meUp in your armsToo late to beg you or cancel itThough I know it must be the killing timeUnwillingly mineFateUp against your willThrough the thick and thinHe will wait untilYou give yourself to himIn starlit nights I saw youSo cruelly you kissed meYour lips a magic worldYour sky all hung with jewelsThe killing moonWill come too soonFateUp against your willThrough the thick and thinHe will wait untilYou give yourself to him Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pariah Posted April 8, 2016 Author Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Nibbling on sponge cake Watching the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strumming my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp, hey, they're beginning to boil Wasting away again in Margaritaville Looking for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know it’s nobody’s fault Don’t know the reason To stay here all season Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it’s a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here, I haven’t a clue Wasting away again in Margaritaville Looking for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame Now I think, Hell, this could be my fault I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Would my heel have this bruise on back home? But there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wasting away again in Margaritaville Looking for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know it’s my own damn fault Yes and, some people claim that there’s a woman to blame (There always is!) And I know it’s my own damn fault Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 Stranger are you waitingFor someone to come down and love you in timeStranger you're debatingCan you get the words in your headAnd you're heart to rhymeFeel like a perfect strangerYou been gone so longIt's come down to feelingAnd you're feeling wrongI know how you want to, you're a heroUnder the stars you are wildWell, come on, I want you I'm telling youYou're only a stranger a little whileFeel like a perfect stranger, you been gone so longBut you still know how to make it babyYou got to make it strongIt just got too heavy to carryIt all came downBut you're still alive, you're still seethingJust in time, you found your timeAnd your timimg is perfect strangerWhat it gets down to, you, you, it's you babyOnly youOnly youYour timing is perfect strangerYou been gone too longBut it's your time to make babyCome on and make it strong now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 No wind when I took the watchMy ship was still and waitin'I lay on that mirrored skyA restless sail or waitin'I closed my eyes said theWords of will for the gentleBreathin' that moves the seasMake my sails fillWhisper waves cloud the glassAwake at last like a loverIt rushed around the talkin' sweetRoll over, roll over, roll overAnd in my ear he blew his nameIt sound so strange but I heard it plainMistral Mistral windI have always held the wheel butI let the wind steal my powerSpin me 'round lose my courseNights run be like hoursWell, it would show me the wayTo the deepest mountainsToo high and beautiful to beMistral, mistral windAll the hours on the watchI wait for that breeze to move meAnd blow me back to that placeMagic space all through meAnd I sigh your nameAcross the empty waterYou made a crazy dreamer out of meMistral, mistral, mistral, mistral,Mistral, mistral Cancer 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 OoohLooking at you tonightBreathless at what I seeIn your eyes there's someoneCome to carry meSome never have a chanceSome throw their chance awayNow it's in my handsI face it unafraidIf we ever did one thing that was right...We gave it ALL FOR LOVESaved it ALL FOR LOVEDidn't we touch the fire aboveAnd make music out of madness?We gave it ALL FOR LOVE(Whoa-oa-oa)Everything still to comeOne thing will stay the sameWe will heal each otherAnd never turn awayTo my lonely heart you are my home...We gave it ALL FOR LOVESaved it ALL FOR LOVEDidn't we touch the fire aboveAnd make music out of madness?We gave it ALL FOR LOVETo my lonely heart you are my home...(Oooh, to love someone)(Oooh, to love someone)Did we touch the fire above (To love someone)It will carry us foreverDidn't we feel the fire for love (To love someone)Tear down the walls for love (To love someone)Didn't we do it ALL FOR LOVE (To love someone)And make music out of madness?We gave it all, we gave it ALL FOR LOVEShow me the way to your heart (Whoa-oa-oa)Show me the way to your heartShow me the way, yeah(Whoa-oa-oa) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted April 8, 2016 Report Share Posted April 8, 2016 dreamy lips set in motion flashingbreathless hush pounding soft lastingglossy mouth taste untamed movingcarousel up and downjust like youoh babyjust one more time to touch youjust one more time to tell youyou're on my mindbaby, why can't i have youyou're breaking my heart in twoyou know what i'm going throughoh baby, why can't i have youcandy smile all the while glintingyour eyes like mica lethal pout hintingfelt the pressure tight and warm softly strikingi tripped and stumbledi cling foreveri go all nightoh baby, just one more time to touch youjust one more time to tell youi'm not so blindbaby, why can't i have youit's breaking my heart in twoyou know what i'm going throughoh baby, why can't i have you Pariah 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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