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Post by the-storm-wingless-guy on Mar 17, 2005 13:39:21 GMT -5
ok here how it goes. instead of useing words. we use are favorite bands/singers .lyrics here is a exampile. i I tryed so hard and not so far but in the end it doesn't evan matter I had to fall to lose it all. in the end, by linkin park. LETS PLAY
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Post by protoman730 on Mar 17, 2005 16:36:43 GMT -5
Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad, other things just make you swear and curse. When you're chewin' on lifes grissle, dont grumble, give a whistle! And this'l help things turn out for the best!
Always look on the bright side of life- Teh Monty Python guys.
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Post by the-storm-wingless-guy on Mar 17, 2005 17:40:43 GMT -5
now I am hateing you every day so far away. 12 stones so far away
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Post by the-storm-wingless-guy on Mar 17, 2005 17:47:01 GMT -5
never made it as wise man I couldn't as a poor man stealing and this is how you remind me this how you remind me what I realy am. nickel back how you remind me
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Post by GodSyllaw on Mar 17, 2005 18:02:58 GMT -5
This song is very different. . .it might not look it. . .but believe it or not, everything is spelled correctly kay~ Seven brides serve me seven sins Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R'lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland ferns Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Now the tidal are turning Spurning the darkness The great purgations of distinguished tours Are but stills in time To the thrill that I'm Once more Heading to the bedding Of her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees And mists clung tight in panic to vales When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season's blent Together a chimerical beast
Now the tidal are turning Churning in darkness The celebrations of extinguished wars Are but stills in time To the chill that climbs Once more Dreading the red weddings On her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest smoke
And the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more
One of her sons from the vast far-flung Come home to rebuild The rampant line of the Leonine Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turning Burning in darkness The salvation of her hungry sword Shalt spill like wine From the hills to chines That pour Spreading her beheadings On these English shores
For the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England From it's reticent doze This is a waking for England Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
Band:: Cradle Of Filth Album:: Nymphetamine Song:: English Fire Track:: 10 Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps Of Hell where fallen thy dream, silently.
(That's actually the entire song)
Band:: Cradle Of Filth Album:: Nymphetamine Song:: Satyriasis Track:: 1 Yeah. . .Better lyrics than any song ever if you know what they're talking about. ~GS
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Post by the-storm-wingless-guy on Mar 18, 2005 0:28:13 GMT -5
This song is very different. . .it might not look it. . .but believe it or not, everything is spelled correctly kay~ Seven brides serve me seven sins Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R'lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland ferns Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Now the tidal are turning Spurning the darkness The great purgations of distinguished tours Are but stills in time To the thrill that I'm Once more Heading to the bedding Of her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees And mists clung tight in panic to vales When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season's blent Together a chimerical beast
Now the tidal are turning Churning in darkness The celebrations of extinguished wars Are but stills in time To the chill that climbs Once more Dreading the red weddings On her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest smoke
And the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more
One of her sons from the vast far-flung Come home to rebuild The rampant line of the Leonine Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turning Burning in darkness The salvation of her hungry sword Shalt spill like wine From the hills to chines That pour Spreading her beheadings On these English shores
For the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England From it's reticent doze This is a waking for England Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
Band:: Cradle Of Filth Album:: Nymphetamine Song:: English Fire Track:: 10 Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps Of Hell where fallen thy dream, silently.
(That's actually the entire song)
Band:: Cradle Of Filth Album:: Nymphetamine Song:: Satyriasis Track:: 1 Yeah. . .Better lyrics than any song ever if you know what they're talking about. ~GS it makes no sence to me.
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Post by GodSyllaw on Mar 18, 2005 0:44:27 GMT -5
it makes no sence to me. hey you play ff7? I am a nice guy. what if I told you there makeing a movie. don't bleave me? try this website adventchildren.net you will like it Yeah I know I've read that. Any way to stay on topic, to really understand that song I posted you need to know alot about mythology and English lore, to learn and of this you just the ability to use google. ~GS
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Post by Lightwolfer on Mar 18, 2005 3:23:57 GMT -5
He wants to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow our minds.
I've been listening to alot of Bowie as of late...
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Post by Ghost Target on Mar 18, 2005 11:21:38 GMT -5
I think you messed up, I believe the game is: A person posts the Lyrics & the 1st person to list the Song's Name & the Person/ Band it's by, gets to list the lyrics to the next song..
[glow=red,2,300]Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now What she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just looked so darn cute That I couldn't even act like I was mad. Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
That's like, just last year on my birthday She lost all track of time and burnt the cake And every smoke detector in the house was going off She was just about to cry until I took her in my arms And I tried not to let her see me laugh. Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
I know she's not perfect But she tries so hard for me And I thank God that she isn't 'Cause how boring would that be It's the little imperfections It's the sudden change of plans When she misreads the directions And we're lost but holding hands. Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
--- Instrumental ---
When she's laying on my shoulder On the sofa in the dark And about the time she falls asleep So does my right arm And I want so bad to move it Because it's tingling and it's numb She looks so much like an angel That I don't want to wake her up. Yeah, I live for little moments.
When she steals my heart again And doesn't even know it. Yeah, I live for little moments like that...[/glow]
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Post by the-storm-wingless-guy on Mar 18, 2005 14:03:44 GMT -5
lately I been wondering off another path you given me so many things I never had all and all I know it's you who always poll my through if reach deep inside you see my heart is true cause I hate the way that I feel tonight and I know I need you in my life yes I hate the way I feel inside and I promise to make the sacrafice. 12 stones the way I feel
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Post by GodSyllaw on Mar 18, 2005 15:29:59 GMT -5
Forgive the day's Last serenades Her skies they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains That Death would claim His robes of office swim in
As would I For his dark eye Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe On charred remains With shared disdain For those I chose to mortify
Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa
A verse for her whispered to the earth (A lover's curse is a see-through coffin) Praises her curves so oft concurred
Though she was: No Snow White on the night she died Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried
For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride The Devil's pride Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise
But they would writhe For my dark eye Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's On Esther's reign And in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs
Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa
Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry:
I was: No dark knight, breaking men like ice I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and last goodbyes
Now I dream Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion Where beauty streams Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come To tear out her spells In red lettered cells Wherein even the crown prince of Hell Come out of his arrogant shell Would falter to better
But her face soon dispels And as black feathers fell From heaven's smoke So I woke to insanity Her exquisite corpse Found fit for their sport Of course Would burn on the morrow with me:
And there on this night Strung up in my sight Naked she sways Displayed for their vulgar delight
I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames That to passion are tame Not nearly the same searing pain (I pray) As held sway upon losing her Nor the mettle of roars That will settle like ashes and scores As with our ghosts in the fog When we both turn no more
Band:: Cradle Of Filth Album:: Nymphetamine Song:: Swan Song For A Raven Track:: 12[/center] ~GS
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Post by Kapusta on Mar 18, 2005 18:09:12 GMT -5
His eyes they closed and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossums on his early grave
walk away me boys walk away me boys and by morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me
then the rosary beads count them 1-2-3 fell apart as they hit the floor in a garb of black we must pay respect to the color we were born to mourn walk away me boys walk away me boys and by morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me
In its place grew an angry festered wound full of hatered and remourse where I pick and scratch till the blood it matched silent rage that now fills my lungs for there are many ways to kill a man they say with bayonet, axe or sword but son a bullet fired from a shapeless guise just put the shell of a Thompson gun
walk away me boy walk away me boys and by morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me
from the east out to the western shore where many men and many more will fall but no angel flys with me tonight though freedom reigns on all and curse the name for which we slaved our days so every men chose Kingdom Come But sure as night turns day it's the passion play oh my god what have they done with madmen rage well the dogged craze but the dead rise again you fools
walk away me boy walk away me boys and by morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me
walk away me boy walk away me boys and by morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me
Artist: Flogging Molly Song: "Whats left of the flag" Album: Drunken Lullabyes
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Post by Lightwolfer on Mar 18, 2005 20:20:37 GMT -5
Thundercats are on the move Thundercats are loose! Feel the magic, Hear the roar, Thundercats are loose. Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats! (It's Kapusta's fault. )
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Post by GodSyllaw on Mar 18, 2005 20:21:41 GMT -5
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest's bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell...
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther's den
She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown
Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost
Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown
Now She moves with a predator's guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all...
Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave...
Band:: Cradle Of Filth Album:: Bitter Suites To Succubi Song:: Born In A Burial Gown Track:: 3 ~GS
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Post by GodSyllaw on Mar 18, 2005 20:26:12 GMT -5
The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally
We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence of The trails of our kind
Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy's line So it shall be written And so it shall be done
[repeat 1st and 2nd verse]
Discover and conceive the secret wealth And pass it unto your breed Become your own congregation Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration
We, who not deny the animal of our nature We, who yearn to preserve our liberation We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength
Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours
Consider the god we could be without the grace Once and for all Diminish the sub principle and leave it's toxic trace Once and for all
Band:: Dimmu Borgir Album:: Death Cult Armageddon Song:: Progenies Of The Great Apocalypse Track:: 2 ~GS
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