| The Wonder Years – My Geraldine Lies Over The Delaware Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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My dear, dear (fellow) South Jersey friend. If you take The Wonder Years serious, you are blowing my mind. These songs are just the product of a bunch of jawns sitting around and making music about shit that is funny to them. "Fuck Route 9" is hilarious. |
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| Thrice – Lockstep Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| This is false. You may be mistaking the song for "Lockdown". "Lockstep", is, as far as I can tell, completely unreleased. It is NOT on any records. | |
| Kevin Devine – The Burning City Smoking Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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These lyrics are generally inaccurate -- but I'm not sure of what the right words. Any guesses? I'll post the whole thing as accurate as possible, throwing "**" to open/close questionable parts: 40 million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home One for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans And those of us who make our mark using someone else's blood Our western stain won't wash away, won't vanish in the flood **It's just** deeper with each hurricane and tidal wave and war Oh whoa We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more Atlas had those shoulders, we've got Ambien and Jamesons and blow To bind us in a bubble, keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote But when we wake in guillotines and pitch our screaming fits When the Governor strikes up the **band** and gags our parted lips When the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling ready for the ball Oh whoa Boy that bubble's bound to burst and what a tragic way to fall The tabloids tell us hate the rat who strikes those subways closed and puts you out Forget those 50 hour tunnel weeks inhaling steel dust poison through his mouth Well if he don't deserve a pension that makes his family feel secure If we're now so disconnected it's our reflections we ignore And if our constant choice is skimming past the writing on the wall Oh whoa Then I'm sad to say we're lost and I'm embarrassed for us all So most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mind **And I play pretend the principals are nothing more than actors running lines** And I stumble through a movie set where torture victims laugh: **An abandoned journalist who juggled knives and daggered glass** While they** entertain a mob of Heads of State** and CEO's Oh whoa I stagger past anarchist extras through saloon doors painted gold So I turn and I see Uncle Sam, walks out of wardrobe ready for the shoot So I walk right up and talk to him, I tell him that I'm scared and I'm confused While they test the cameras out and get the lighting right, while catering fills coffee cups and carves up apple pie And while the stylists trim his beard and straighten those lapels Oh whoa I ask ***NO IDEA?*** him drive us straight to hell and as my daydream ends he stands there shamed, a shocked and shattered shell But there's never any answer for my starving tongue to tell Oh whoa Cause the director's shouting action and from off set it's just as well |
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| Bayside – I and I Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I and I is Rastafarian. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rastafarian_vocabulary for more information It's basically a principle that Jah (their one God) is a part of everyone. |
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| Thursday – Unintended Long Term Effects Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I don't know how to correct the lyrics, but these are word-for-word from the booklet. Can someone correct them or tell me how? A paper crane, in a dirty rain, trying to dry her wings. The atom split between her lips in the final stage. The chemicals dissolve and the family disappears. She sees her life slip between the cracks in the atomic age Like a shot in the vein. Can a pilot see the distant arc of history? A thousand suns all burst at once in a blinding rage. We need a drug, we need something to take the dreams away Because the dream of peace has gone to sleep in the passing lane Like a shot in the vein. There's a black dog hanging by a string In the flutter of a thousand paper wings. You put your faith in the chemicals But you fear the crash and you over react And you hear the bomb going off Then you see the flash and it's all out of synch. When you take bitter pills No sugar coat can mask the taste. A thousand paper cranes Left out in the rain. |
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| Thursday – Between Rupture and Rapture Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| There's no studio demo, just a live version that's been bootlegged. I've seen the original live (at Warped, if I recall) and I'd love to know the lyrics. | |
| Thursday – Friends In the Armed Forces Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Why do you think he is "untying yellow ribbons on every single tree [he] sees"? | |
| Taking Back Sunday – Ghost Man on Third Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Did you just compare Good Charlotte to an incredible band like Thrice? Um, what? | |
| Taking Back Sunday – All I Could Stand (Demo version) Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| This is not a TBS song. How do you delete it from here? | |
| Taking Back Sunday – Ghost Man on Third Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I think that it's clear this is about drugs.. something like cocaine comes to mind because he's talking about slicing inches of his waist. This song is absolutely incredible.. it was my favorite Taking Back Sunday song six years ago and though that title has been tossed to a few different songs over the years ("The Ballad of Sal", "No I in Team"), I think it's back to being my favorite. Reading the old 2002 comments makes me so nostalgic.. this band used to be something special. |
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