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Friends of Jbone
| clubbing the foot | October 22nd, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by oldmanhat | |
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Listening to: Kasabian-club foot
Feeling: hopeful
future foe scenarios the things we laid do not amount to much made of abandoned wood loose stones and such this revolution baby proves who you work for lately release the castaways who run amok from self appointed winds which blow and such when present tense gets strangled in the mire made of our cozy decomposing wires who do you work for baby and does it work for you lately but when the night is over and the walls start burning when fire starts to matter and the clock is churning cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from learning it's alright the things we laid do not amount to much made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs when present tense gets strangled in the woes made of our future foe scenarios this revolution baby proves who you work for lately who do you work for baby and does it work for you lately but when the night is over and the walls keep linking when fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from thinking our minds keep thinking it's alright that's when it turned on me a motorcade of 'meant to be's' parades of beauty queens where soft entwines make kindling these many detailed things like broken nails and plastic rings will win by keeping me from speaking to my new darling and there's no way to know our future foe scenarios that's when it turned on me where bobby pins hold angel wings it's alright Rusted Wheel so you can't hold a star in your hand though at least you can hold on to another plan rusted wheel planted still i can tell it's summer from the size of the bugs that fly through my window flying through my window rusted wheel planted still rusted wheel can't move on i can tell it's winter from the size of the lump in my throat got a lump in my throat rusted wheel planted still rusted wheel can't move on and it feels just like the ground but trapped in another way just still in the ground and it feels just like the ground and trapped in another way just still in the ground so you can't hold a star in your hand though at least you can move on to that better plan rusted wheel planted still rusted wheel can't move on... |
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| 29 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Cheer Me Up |
| (.29)Mudvayne- Dig Lyrics | October 5th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by bloodthirst | |
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Listening to: Mudvayne- Dig
Feeling: hardcore
Bury me Underneath Everything that I am Rearranging Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I was Slowly changing I Would love to beat the face Of any mother fucker that's thinking they can change me White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold If you're wanting a piece of me I broke the mother fucking mold I'm drowning In your wake Shit rubbed In my face Teething On concrete Gums bleeding Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I am Rearranging Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I was Slowly changing I Struggle in violated space Sell out mother fuckers in the biz that try to fuck me Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight I ain't selling my soul when there's nothing to buy I'm livid In my space Pissing In my face Fuck you While you try To fuck me Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I am Rearranging Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I was You ain't fucking changing Me Dig Dig Dig Dig Mother fucking dig Dig Mother fucking dig Dig Mother fucking dig Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge Let me help you hold the glock against your head Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge Let me help you hold the glock against your head Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs Get on the plank, fuck! Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I am Rearranging Dig Bury me Underneath Everything that I was Slowly changing Wish you were committing Suicide Sucking on a mother fucking tailpipe Dead man walking on a tight rope Limbless in the middle of a channel Bob away |
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| 81 hit(s) | (1 comments) | do you love me? |
| hey teacher | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by franzfreak | |
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Listening to: Hey Teacher - Louis XIV
Well I’m just a girl and want you instead of the drugs that get me high You keep on telling me these pretty lies Well I’m just a girl and want you instead of the drugs that get me high I’ll never talk out of turn again in class Will it be alright if I see you tonight Well, I feel like a bird in a cage For you to notice me, Well I’d take out a knife Suicide right on the stage I’m like a fish on a hook Water splash into the brook Well, teacher says he's twice my age Hey teacher could you ease my pain I can only watch you so long I can only watch you so long, so long I can only watch you so long I can only watch you so long, so long Who’s your teacher’s pet? |
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| 146 hit(s) | (3 comments) | give me first aid |
| 138. | August 23rd, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by bethk | |
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i fall down down into the pits the pits with no sounds as i lay on the ground my body molds and i become one one with myself one with the ground one with the air one without any sound all the knowledge sinks in but without a voice my lessons arent learned and without a voice i sob on that ground knowing the world will never know the beauty that remains around us all today the knowledge the world gives us each day |
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| 95 hit(s) | (0 comments) | inspire me |
| Warped Tour | August 2nd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by mallizzle | |
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Listening to: Epitaph Compilation
Feeling: drained
 Sra Sra and corey fighting Corey. Kay now here's warped tour.    Here's Thrice      And Motion City Sountrack   Sra with Greeley Estates   Go Betty Go    
Good times were had by all. i almost passed otu at the beginning, and i puked the whole way home. which was fun. |
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| 71 hit(s) | (1 comments) | scratch my heart |
| November 1st, 2005 @ 12:00am | |
| by lempy | |
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| 80 hit(s) | (0 comments) | keep me alive |
| brooklyn uk.♥ | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by volcom89 | |
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well. im gonna get. love to all. ♥brittany. p.s. my 17th b-day is in like exactly 3 months. make sure to wish me a happy one. yay. |
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| 24 hit(s) | (0 comments) | leave comment |
| ?? | November 10th, 2008 @ 11:05am |
| by luna22 | |
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Listening to: none
Feeling: aggravated
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| 13 hit(s) | (0 comments) | What Can It Hurt? |
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