01 September 2005, 16:34 UTC#1
my band is working on a new song, no name yet and ive been writing some lyrics. not complete, thought I would share them
we'll have one more shot at the bar.Last Call. O god, what have I done?
should I relax and find my own way home. it doesnt seem that this night
will end with a goodnight kiss. Maybe I should settle down and have one
more. Ive beeen waiting so long to get your attention ,but now were back
where we started. Im gonna tell all my friends.
ye..very pointless. but im bored. SO FUCK OFF
01 September 2005, 16:35 UTC#2
wouldnt do that ... anyone could steal them and use them
01 September 2005, 16:36 UTC#3
Yeah hes right you know... reckless..
01 September 2005, 16:38 UTC#4
I'm working on a new song at the moment and it's getting emo so I may scrap it Image file not present in the recovered backup
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01 September 2005, 16:39 UTC#5
I should be in a band, my voice is so awesome. <3 me.
01 September 2005, 16:40 UTC#6
What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so tight) but I've never felt better, so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I could only make it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do. I wish that I could say I love to watch you walk away, but you probably won't be back in time to hear it. So it's just as well. No one out there gets back in alive. So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get near it. Strike when ready. Burn the highway down. Let me hear her high heels moan. I'm ready, set, go. There's cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her car to the bedroom. Only the lonesome love us. Only the careless can handle us. What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?
01 September 2005, 16:41 UTC#7
QUOTE(Boner Jones @ Sep 1 2005, 06:40 PM)
What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right, it's so tight, but I've never felt better, so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is alright, and the way that she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain't you but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I could only make it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do. I wish that I could say I'd love to watch you walk away, but you probably won't be back to hear it. So it's just as well. No one out there gets back in alive. So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get near it. Strike when ready. Burn the highway down. Let me hear her high heels moan. I'm ready, set, go. There's cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her bedroom. Only the lonesome love us. Only the careless can handle us. What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?
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Shut up.
01 September 2005, 16:43 UTC#8
QUOTE(gman @ Sep 1 2005, 04:41 PM)
QUOTE(Boner Jones @ Sep 1 2005, 06:40 PM)
What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right, it's so tight, but I've never felt better, so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is alright, and the way that she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain't you but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I could only make it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do. I wish that I could say I'd love to watch you walk away, but you probably won't be back to hear it. So it's just as well. No one out there gets back in alive. So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get near it. Strike when ready. Burn the highway down. Let me hear her high heels moan. I'm ready, set, go. There's cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her bedroom. Only the lonesome love us. Only the careless can handle us. What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?
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Shut up.
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To my mistress the bridge, I don't feel well. I'll be leaving and you can't stop me. We've been carrying on too long. I'm sorry, but I'm gone. I've got a bad reputation to think about. I've been dirty. I've been wrong. Maybe someday They'll find that I've washed up. I'm stepping out to clear my head. I'm breathing in to fill my lungs. We're all dead. Farewell scenic highway overpass. It's better this way anyways. My lover the river makes a better soldier than a bride. But I left my suit at the side of her bed and she's got the warmest body that I've never had. DRAG THE LAKE, YOULL FIND ITS FULL OF LOVE. Bring the children to the water and let them see what heartache did. This matrimony needs a witness and you can teach them to swim. Don't let your dreamers grow up to be dead men. Drown us at birth, save her some time. drifting on romantic holiday, breathless as her cold arms cover me. Drag The Lake, Youll Find Its Full of Love.
-Sincerly Mine. Finally.
01 September 2005, 16:43 UTC#9
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01 September 2005, 16:50 UTC#10
why do you keep posting ETID lyrics?
01 September 2005, 16:57 UTC#11
Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure. Show me the rape scene one more time for the causer and I promise we'll behave like perfect christians. We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some whiskey and a skin flick. Hallelujah. All Rise. Hollow be my name. In this kingdom we come without calling. Hallelujah. The violence and the choir, the virgin and the fire. Up to her neck in tongues. Lovely, so lovely is ludwig van. Electronic Sonata pumped through the mud of a one night stand. The saints in regalia whistling while they rope. Lid clamps in vitamins. :ift up her skirt and I'll be cured, like a junkie with a methadone addiction thinks he's clean. I'll be cured. Sit down and watch closely. All these whores have conceded the war. She said "you might be sick, but you feel alright to me." Turn it off. That's enough. I promise I'm better. Healed at the horror show.
