| The Mars Volta – Molochwalker Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Wrong lyrics. Here are the correct lyrics: For all this burn it never hurt Shanks around the bend When you're foaming at the binge On your serrated edge You're like a snail that steps The hiss I make is warning to the scoundrels When you walk the plank Tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny When nobody wants to fix this frame The guilty presence starts to vellicate Fall into the strangle, skip around the neck This albatross is warning with extreme prejudice When you walk the plank Tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny Half of the time I'm never clean Filth of my filth Can't get no relief Half of the time I see the weak Don't roll your eyes If still you can see All of my coins Have been taken again They fill your void And still you're empty What's that satchel of numbers doing? Count my fingers till extinction |
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| The Mars Volta – Zed And Two Naughts Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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LOL, the lyrics are so wrong, here are the correct lyrics: 'm not breathing any better My lips crack with every grin, yeah I hear a scraping plead of branches Against my broken window Why do I let you in? Her silhouette holds me under Can't poke me with these pins, yeah Flotsam drip of nectar The nexus began sprouting When she says Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel Saint Christopher Anecdote claps of thunder From a gash of staple rain This bed will never rest you The answer's in the summons Why do I let you in? The skulking fits the crowning A wasted dusk of kin, yeah Repulsion turns to nectar When the pigment leaves the body When she says Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel Saint Christopher First born prey and first born caught Crawling like an animal Hold your breath it's feeding time In this zed and two naughts In this zed and two naughts Painted a fulcrum of caves Piled with dreams of phantom masses Made of pastures Labyrinths turning, cystic maze I've been hanging wreaths of cancer On every door where children sing Watch it all blister! Watch it all blister! Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel |
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| The Mars Volta – Dyslexicon Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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The correct lyrics Nature red in tooth and claw I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry I always seem to hear it in your laughter The second that I fell in love With the handle of your revolver I always seem to hear it in your laughter I beg to you a second chance With a dried white rose from Bethlehem I always seem to hear it in your laughter Am I the valency that you deny? In the time of the sixth sun We are cattle to the prod I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear Cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare I always seem to hear it in your laughter A braided strain of children's mane Acquired with impunity I always seem to hear it in your laughter The things you say to me are deaf in tongue I always seem to hear it in your laughter Am I the valency that you deny? In the time of the sixth sun We are cattle to the prod I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon You've never tasted heaven Stood your mother filled with grief In the wake of Monday morning Finds a culprit void of breath with guile If fate is your endearment Through pistil and through stem In the wake of Monday morning Finds a culprit void of breath with guile On the seventh day you'll come to find That my prism is not colorblind In death's mosaic spirit A culprit void of breath with guile That's when I repent, that's when I go under That's when I repent, that's when I go under That's when I repent for the night In the time of the sixth sun We are cattle to the prod I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon That's my dyslexicon |
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| Crystal Castles – Pap Smear Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| It is definitey my favorite of 2010 next to MGMT's "Congratulations." This is my favorite song off the album though, it is just perfect. Alice's voice is splendid here. The meaning is obviously abortion. | |
| Crystal Castles – Birds Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Yay! The correct lyrics are up! As far as the meaning, I'm really digging Infidelity's interpretation about fear. However, when it comes to the chorus, I have absolutely no idea what the meaning of that is. |
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| Crystal Castles – Birds Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I'm not sure about these lyrics, except for the chorus. The verses seem nearly indistinguishable, unless a clearer version of this exists. But what I hear sounds nothing like what's provided. But amazing song nonetheless. |
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| Eminem – Medicine Ball Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Correct lyrics Oh my goodness, what have I done? Oh no, I can't believe it It's like I've got the whole world in my palm And I'm ready to drop it Welcome to the Slim Shady Mecca Rebecca It's the village in New York right next to the Tribeca It's my sector Homosexual dissector Come again, rewind selector I said nice rectum I had a visectomy, Hector So you can't get pregnant if I bisexually wreck you Hannibal Lecter In the guy sex and I bet you I tantalize you in less than five seconds, I get you They say once bitten and twice shy Well, I lie to the guy With nine ecstasy pills and five extra Boxes of ripped condoms And quantities, why, yessir I took the rest of them Lunesta Pills from my dresser It's my kind of vibe, what else should I try, Lester? Drop kick the bitch before her second trimester Perform a home abortion with Dexter Then I guess, I dig the fetus out with the wire hanging and digest her I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends All my Westside bitches, throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man, I think that he just fell up the deep end sho' enough So you better change the station and keep them from throwing up Man, you've seen it all before You are too familiar with it There's a penis on floor And two balls so you know who did it You know you with it, girl Don't front, oh no, you didn't I won't rape all the Pussycat Dolls? Nicole you kidding? I'll pee on Rihanna See man I do what I wanna Spray perfume in the sauna room Crazy gluin' Madonna 'Til the La-Z Boy sofa fold her in two and sit on her Imagine the visual for that man Who would've thought I've Could be such a relentless prick? Unleashing his vengeance But the chick's so old she looks like she outlived a life sentence I never meant this Rhyme to be offensive If you weren't so defensive, it wouldn't be You're so sensitive I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends Put Christopher Reeves on a unicycle with a kickstand Kick it up and push him and lead him right in the quicksand Here, you need a hand, big man? Grab hold of this branch with both hands But they don't understand I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me Like it's my faults His name rhymes with so many different words, geez So one last time, Mr. Christopher Reeves Won't you break it down for me? And just spit the verse, please Eminem, I'm coming to kill you (*sniff*) I've always hated you and I still do You'll never fill my shoes My Superman costume (*sniff*) Doesn't even fit you They don't feel you You're taking this shit too far (*sniff*) Who do you think you are? Hang my suit up in the armiore Everyday I hate you more and more Throw down the cardboard Let's break dance if you think you're hardcore I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends The world is mine |
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| The Mars Volta – Cotopaxi Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Absolutely it was. I love this song! Hopefully there's more to it than the radio edit. As for the meaning......pfff maybe another day. |
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| Tomahawk – When The Stars Begin To Fall Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Lots of these lyrics Are wrong. I'd there a way to correct these lyrics, or just lyrics on this site at all? The part where ot says five ??? Its five for silver and six for gold, seven for the secret never to be told. And i think the beginnig is "Once the blind eye" or "One small blind eye" Great song. |
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| Tomahawk – Jockstrap Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I know the whole first verse. You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch High in the saddle make my backbone itch And my tongue will train you like a lash from a whip And I'll give you cuts I won't need you to spit And if you can't touch my cradle how do you win Because baby no one's shamed particulary I dont beat you but you can't stop spreading horse shit cause I'm here to break your fall Hoped that helped. |
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