| The Smiths – I Know It's Over Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Unrequited love. Plain and simple. He told the person how he felt and said goodbye. The nights are the same because he can't help but think about it. The soil is the weight of it all. Love is natural and real but not for you, my love not tonight my love love is natural and real but not for such as you and I, my love This is the feeling that thought the feelings are intense, you know that it is pointless. |
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| Modest Mouse – Doin' the Cockroach Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I was in heaven I was in hell Believe in neither But fear them as well Life is good. life is bad. I don't believe in either, but i am afraid of it. This one's a doctor This one's a lawyer This one's a cash thief Taking your money People only do things for others for the promise of money and others make false promises for money. Back in the Metro Ride on a Greyhound Drunk on the Amtrack Please shut up! People talking while being transported, small talk on trips is pointless you will never see them again. This one's a crazer Daydreaming disaster The origin of junk food Rutting through garbage Daydreams are garbage, which dreamers sift through never feeling satisfied hence junk food. Tasty but worthless Dogs eat their own shit We're doing the cockroach, yeah Dreams do nothing but make you feel better for the moment its still shit, but we still feed it to ourselves daily. Doin' the cockroach, yeah Doin' the cockroach, yeah Yeah All right, not bad Cockroaches are tenacious creatures, we refuse to die and let go.still feeding ourselves our own shit. One year Twenty years Forty years Fifty years Down the road in your life You'll look in the mirror and say "My parents are still alive!" the act of feeding yourself such things, makes no difference you will still become your parents. You move your mouth You shake your tongue You vibrate my eardrums You're saying words But you know I ain't listening People don't really listen to what you say, get used to it. You're walking down the street Your face Your lips Your hips Your eyes They meet You're not hungry though You are tired of feeding yourself your shit. Well, late last winter Down below the equator They had a summer that would make you blister Oh, my mind is all made up So I'll have to sleep in it This is about trying to escape that, but you can't so you get used to it. that's just how the song makes me think and feel. |
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