| Fall Out Boy – Sugar, We're Goin Down Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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Sleeping for the wrong team - Homosexual romance Break your name - get a divorce Drop a heart - break the husband’s heart Because that's just who I am this week – multiple personality disorder I'll be your number one with a bullet – plans to kill the husband with a gun to become number one in the wife’s life A loaded God complex – Megalomania with poor impulse control In an earlier round – thinking back And sugar, we're going down swinging – a fight they had We're going down, down – somehow they trip and fall…the gun goes off I'm just a notch in your bedpost – what you thought I was But you're just a line in a song – since your dead, that’s all you are to me now Am I more than you bargained for yet? – Sarcastic comment to the dead woman in the mausoleum I'm watching you two from the closet – stalker crazy Wishing to be the friction in your jeans – wants to be skin close, like friction (Take aim at myself) – points gun at herself (Take back what you said) – said she would never leave her husband for a crazy lesbian I've been dying to tell you, Anything you want to hear - willing to do anything to keep the relationship If you put the clues together, you see it is a story about a bored rich woman sexually experimenting with a mentally disturbed homosexual woman but does not want to divorce her husband. So the lesbian comes up with a plan to kill the husband with a gun but it goes wrong and the wife dies instead during the struggle for possession of the gun that the lesbian pointed at her own head. Since the tryst was a secret no one finds who the killer is and the crazy lesbian tells the story from the cemetery while lying next to the mausoleum where the rich woman is buried. Occam’s razor (can’t make a video about it though, hence the antlered guy story instead) I think this was a lifetime movie. |
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| The Wallflowers – One Headlight Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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So long ago,I don't remember when....that's when they said I lost my only friend. I returned to my hometown for a early morning funeral for someone I consider my friend. The long arm of human law, death has taken her. They whisper she died of a broken heart as I sit here back in the trees watching the funeral. She had such a pretty face, so much potential it seems a waste that she choose to stay here and try to make it better. I never did understand how she stayed when I left. This place was so run down and messed up. I remember I used to think the only way out was dying. That I would die here in this city. This city that dreams died in. She used to say, "Hey, come on try a little , nothing lasts forever. There's got to be something better than being stuck in the middle of of all this." She made me believe that we could do it. She made anyone she spoke to want to try. Want to find something better. She gave hope. And yet she stayed and helped even more. She used to say, "Even a car with one headlight can get you home." She and I, we put it all together so I rise up and out. But she stayed to help others. She would say, There's got to be an opening, somewhere here in front of you. Through this maze of ugliness and greed for you to get out." When I finally found my way out she was there. She told me, as we stoped at the county line bridge on my way out of this city, "It's cold but this is your independence day. Today we celebrate your freedom. But I have to stay. This parade needs me to help others. Remember, all there's good in the world is there for you. This nothingness is dead and gone, now in your past." I was scared to leave all I knew. So she said "Lets run!" and ran with me, helped me past this last part. Over the bridge and out of the city until she ran out of breath. Like she was giving me one last push with all her heart. It seemed so strange at the time, running over a silly bridge. But it meant more than I knew. But she ran until there was nothing left. Helped so many but each failure she took to heart and it must have got to her. It must have broke her heart. The ones that would not, could not get out. She ran out of hope. She hit her end and found it at the edge of a window ledge. I wander this place where I grew up. I look around at the mess, the poverty and the squalor. They say she died of a broken heart disease. Too many she could not help. Those who would not help themselves rise up out of this hell hole they were born in. It stinks of cigarettes and cheap wine. How could she stand it? Sometimes I think I would like to watch it burn. This place that destroyed someone like her. Right now, I feel so alone and I feel like somebody else. The memories of who I was, where I came from and who am I now. I know I have not changed but I know am not the same person I was when I was here. This place is so old and run down. It feels like the truck I used too own when I was here. Always on the verge of dying on me. The one that died before I left. Now, it just will not start anymore. The life has left. She has left. |
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| Titiyo – Come Along Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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Its a simple song by some native american's. Its the pride and knowledge they possess. Inviting you along to find freedom from your life. Not the "new" natives but the original inhabitants that still hold true to the path. Play with it while you have hands. All life ends, dust settles and cities turn to sand. Live. Be. Do. Trespassing, this is their land. But what will you do? Time flies, make a statement. Take a stand. Be something. Be someone. Stand for something or fall for anything. Where will you stand and who with? Will you allow them to be destroy us? Or will you join and help protect freedom? What you own, owns you. Leave it and you are free. Possessions, ideas, people. Some are worth keeping, some not. Come along, come along with me. Come along and you'll see....what its like to be free. Lets seize this day. The pain you do not even know is their weighing you down. You have carried it so long it has become part of you. You can not see it but I see the pain you are in because of it. Come along with me and I'll ease your pain. Come along and be free. Stay out. Stay clear. Stay close. Friends, foes, God only knows. Who do you trust? Confusing statements from those that speak as friends but actions speak of foes. Some wish to help, others wish to help themselves. Lets be the thorn on the rose. The beauty they see, the beauty they take comes with a cost. Lets not be the flower easily taken but the one that should be left and admired from safety. Time flies, make a statement. Speak you mind and who you will stand by. Strike a pose. Defiant or submissive? |
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