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I accidently stumbbled apon this song recently, and fell in love. it's perfect for me (long story) but i hope you enjoy it too :)
Testing The Strong Ones **copeland**
There's an angel by your hospital bed
Desperate to hear his name on your breath
As he looks down you're not making a sound
Open your eyes look at me
I'll bring to you whatever you need
And I'll tell you I'm sorry
That I can't take this pain away from you
And I'd put it on my own body if I knew how to
Can't you see
I've gotta bust you outta here somehow
I've never seen your heart this tired
I've never seen your spirit held down
I know that you say
This is what you get
For being a bad child
But I know this will be your reward
In just a little while
In just a little while
Its testing the strong ones
Scarring the beautiful ones
It's holding the loved ones
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This isn't really "emo". It's a classic sort of soft rock, I guess you could say - but it has an emotional meaning to me, and is an amazing song.
"Sky Blue and Black" - Jackson Browne
In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made/b>
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
Sky blue and black
Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There's a need to be separate and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I'd let go of your hand
Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end
And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it'll never fold back
Sky blue and black
And I'd have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I'd known that's what you needed
What you needed me to do
But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
No holding back, I'll see you through
You're the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You're the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain
You're the hidden cost and the thing that's lost
In everything I do
Yeah, and I'll never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows
And the faces on the avenue
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
Sky, sky.. blue and black
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Eh, forgive me. I think I messed up the HTML coding on my last post.. I'm an idiot :o)
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Another one.
"Looking Back On Today" - The Ataris
30th of April, seems like yesterday
Bought a house above the ocean where our kids could laugh and play
I called you from Paris to tell you that I
wrote our names on the observation deck
of the Eiffel Tower
Remember those nights playing "Summer Wind"
on the juke box of the bar where we used to go
We made out in the bathroom and you walked me to my house
I tried to convince you not to go home
If only I had more time,
I'd take you where you wanted to go
Italy isn't the same without you here
If only i had one wish
I'd want a million, trillion lifetimes
That i could spend with you.
I'd fall in love with you, again and again
1st of November 1998, I was thinking of what to say
When I would call
Denise come over to my house 'cause you're the one for me,
We'll drink cheap wine and watch for shooting stars
If only I had more time,
I'd take you where you wanted to go
Japan is really nice this time of year
If only i had one wish,
I'd want a million, trillion lifetimes
that i could spend with you.
I'd fall in love with you again and again
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[10 Dec 2003|10:07am] |
five hundred milligrams of love has be in disarray
(the room whitens to the voice of panicked doctors)
get this man to the OR
stat: unconscious time lapse: (the shades rise, call button by body side)
in the recovery room i wrote a list of all the ways that you're beautiful. it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
daughters[nurse, would you please prep the patient for the sexual doctor]
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[10 Dec 2003|11:47am] |
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"The No Seatbelt Song" - Brand New
So, it's sad that doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins will cheapen the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
Or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.
"we're wrecking" and I'm dry like a drum, when you scream so fine I'll leave.
We're stranded, we've got time and trials, measured in miles. We slave for days (and weeks).
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose.
It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate...
perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.
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Company Calls - Death Cab for Cutie |
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I'll take the best of your bad moods
and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.
I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip,
but I type too slow to make expressions stick.
And it's like TV with a microchip.
Set your sights destroy this partyline,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine,
'cause it's so tired.
Let's cut our losses at both ends
and aim your car away from all our friends,
leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.
Set your sights destroy this partyline,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine,
'cause it's so tired.
I'd keep my distance 'cause the complications cloud it all,
and mail a postcard sending greetings from the Eastern Bloc.
Synapse to synapse: possibilities will thin or fade.
Your wedding figurines: I'd melt so I could drink them in.
and drink them in, and drink them in...
I'll take the best of your bad moods
and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.
Set your sights destroy this partyline,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine,
'cause it's so tired.
hey everyone guess what i passed my drug test YAYYYY only by means of niacin :))))
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my boyfriend, (ex boyfriend now) completely broke my heart. i don't even know how to feel about anything anymore. does anyone know any songs about just being so overwhelmed in emotion, or about not knowing what to do with yourself? thanks.
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[10 Dec 2003|03:45pm] |
Am I not pretty enough?
Is my heart too broken?
Do I cry too much?
Am I too outspoken?
Don't I make you laugh?
Should I try it harder?
Why do you see right through me?
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is anyone going to the coheed and cambria show tonight here in pittsburgh?
Time Consumer by Coheed and Cambria
the young stale memories of play the role to your part
librarian find me the pole the one that kicks your head in
with my own time role your own innocence by
grab on to my sleeve the one that grabs at your ankle
debate to understand that we all have a flaw
then fail to represent your life as you know it
god grant you one wish to turn back the time... correct and create
me and my star matthew good night
you know by law when you'll be forgiven
maria my star matthew goodnight
you know my lord when you'll be forgiven
so they pulled your confidence down with those verbal discrepancies
now and then you'll gain what they've lost through a challenge of unpronounced
pain is only a pulse if you just stop feeling it
you might be able to use the very thing that makes us up
wait, now, here when will you believe?
me i'm merely asking you to help me when did i say to murder?
wait, now, here, please hear me out
time consumer, time consuming, consume me
i love coheed and cambria. i wish i could go to the show tonight..but i have no rides it blows.
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[10 Dec 2003|03:56pm] |
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its never too late to be early or to try and maintain some scrap of
integrity and certainty...I guess. But I wont apologize and 1977 was a long
time ago. I dont care how things were I wont apologize. Fuck you. the Alamo
has been penetrated and there is little hope for the white man so hop on
your rainbow and ride it into oblivion. For all I care you can be early or
late, what ever.
Pulmonary Archery ¤ Alexisonfire
alexisonfire > you
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lizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Maybe you should shoot me; I’d be less of a bother then.
We weep the tears of tomorrow, and hold their hearts in our hands knowing that only we can save them. So good-bye and farewell as I write the words of forgiveness with this razor on my wrists. It amazes me how so many are oblivious, not pointing any fingers. So therefore, we are guilty, sorry. Just bleed the hungry. Oh well. It’s obvious how I amaze myself. Love only hurts, friends only backstab. What’s the point? So I say good-bye to all of tomorrow, and all of the pain I carry, as I kiss this gun goodnight. I loved you all so.
poem i wrote. comment and ill love you.
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Finally, for once in my life I need HAPPY love songs. So, where are they?
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[10 Dec 2003|05:10pm] |
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The Weakerthans - Left and Leaving
My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
and wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
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The skyline tonight
is burning my skin
but she loves the view
and feeling
the blinding blue lights
are pulling us in
in light years away
her touch stays the same
before we choke on the rain
with angels calling her name
before we die
before this nightmares over
we turn to flames
licking the flesh
the cold metal floor
there motionless eyes
are watching
consider these scars
a new souvenir
close my eyes as the sun disappears
before we choke on the rain
with angels calling her name
before we die
before this nightmares over
we turn to flames
choking on the rain
yea we turn to flames
it's killing you
it's killing you
there breaking you
there already breaking you
that's what you get
before we choke on the rain
with angels calling her name
before we die
before this nightmares over
we turn to flames
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| Death Cab For Cutie//Photobooth |
[10 Dec 2003|05:21pm] |
I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn:
Constant quarrelling, the childish fits,
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman;
All the slander and doublespeak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof
Was your lips touching mine in a photobooth.
And as the summer's ending,
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
And this is all that's left.
Scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny-dipping with the kids from a nearby town,
everything that I said was true
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
I lost track and then those words were said,
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
And as the summers ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
And this is all that's left
Scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move
on
And as the summers ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
As the alcohol drained the days
And as the summers ending,
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
And this is all that's left.
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes
So pack a change of clothes 'cause it's time to move on.
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[10 Dec 2003|05:46pm] |
Here I am confused.
So unsure of where I stand.
Consumed by emptiness.
Sick of being used by this world.
When will it end?
This game I play with you.
When will I stop to pretend and go standing on a black line?
The misery breaks my heart.
Deep down inside, I know I can't go on living this way.
When will it end?
This game I play with you.
When will I stop to pretend and go follow you?
I have not forgotten your whispering voice or the sweetness of your presence.
slow coming day has the most beautiful lyrics
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I wrote this just now, and I'd really like some input. It could use some changing, but I like it overall. What do you think?
Believe
I never asked for this,
All I wanted was your fingers
Laced with mine.
I've given you my heart
All of this time.
It was never me, always you
You promised I'd never lose you
So why is it
Everytime you leave
I feel I've lost?
Why can't you see?
I've forgotten how to believe.
When I'm with you,
Everything is beautiful.
I can't deny that I rely on you
Please say that you can see,
I'm where you should be.
Please say that you need me too.
I've tried to leave it behind
But all I can do it pretend.
I'm writing useless letters
That will never meet envelopes
How I wish I could make you see,
I wish that you would read.
Read my words, read my heart, read my eyes.
I love you.
Love me.
Why can't you see?
I've forgotten how to believe.
When I'm with you,
Everything is beautiful.
I can't deny that I rely on you
Please say that you can see,
I'm where you should be.
Please say that you need me too.
When I'm safe inside your arms,
My problems fade away.
You've seen me at my weakest,
Still you're there.
How can I show you?
Please stay.
Why can't you see?
I've forgotten how to believe.
When I'm with you,
Everything is beautiful.
I can't deny that I rely on you
Please say that you can see,
I'm where you should be.
Please say that you need me too.
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[10 Dec 2003|06:31pm] |
Request...
i really need a song/quote about a really close or best friend getting too cool for you. and not wanting to talk to you anymore. then even making fun of you.
thank you so much.
the greatest lovers were murderers first.
- every time i die
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this isnt really emo. but its one of my all time favorites.. and the lyrics are amazing, to me.
everclear -- wonderful
i close my eyes when i get too sad
i think thoughts that i know are bad
cloe my eyes and i count to ten
hope its over when i open them
i want the things that i had before
like a star wars poster on my bedrooms door
i wish i could count to ten
make everything be wonderful again
i hope my mom and i hope my dad
will figure out why they get so mad
hear them scream, i hear them fight
they say bad words and make me want to cry
close my eyes when i go to bed and i
dream of adventures that make me smile
i feel better when i hear them say
everything will be wonderful someday
promises mean everything
when youre little and the wrold is so big
i just dont understand how
you can smile with all those tears in your eyes
and tell me everything is wonderful now
i go to school and i run and play
i tell the kids that its all ok
i laugh aloud so my friends wont know
when the bell rings i just dont want to go home
go to my room and i close my eyes
i make believe i have a new life
i dont believe you when you say
everything will be wonderful someday
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[10 Dec 2003|07:18pm] |
her cold blue eyes reflect like static on a broken televison, except without the hiss.
her blood red lips are cracked like the desert floor.
and she never gave me a chance to see her true colors...and now its too late.
her love is priceless but her body's cheap. baby nothings free.
yea. yea.
and through her open mouth screeches the sound of a dialtone that no one can hear.
so the phone stays off the hook and
her glazed stare begins to slowly flicker out like another broken down street light in a run down neighborhood.
the dim light shines just bright enough to show a little more than the silouhette of a scantilly clad whore.
pounds of make up and smeared mascera taint a once picture perfect beauty queen face. she has the marks of a track star, but she never ran a race
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did u ever realize that when u listen to ur cd player at night when ur tryin to sleep u always hear the lyrics clearer and they mean more to u? well thats what happened. the beginning really got to me and its been stuck in my head all day so i needed to let all u ppl kno
late night
brakes lock
hear the tires squeal
red light
can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i
feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren
hit the lights
close the doors and i am gone
now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed
under the weight of my regrets
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than
just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right
i know that theres
a difference between sleight of hand
and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand
i'm working up the will to cross it
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than
just flashing lights and sound
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night
brakes lock
hear the tires squeal
red light
can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance
and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance
the artist in the ambulance
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than
just flashing lights and sound
can we pick you off the ground
more than flashing lights and sound
|*|Thrice- The Artist in the Ambulance|*|
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I'm begining to think I only like girls I can't have
Silverchair-Without You
Miles Away
There's hopeless smiles brighter than mine
And I need for you to come and go
Without the truth falling out.
Old incisions refusing to stay
Like sun through the trees on a cloudy day
Telephone
Socially scared and impaired
If the trees will bloom the wind can blow
Without the fruit falling out
Feels like the wind blows
Holding you with us
She takes no other
False light and ashes
Blooming like winter
Dry eyes and cracked lips
Under the stone wall
Withdrawn and wishless
You brighten my life like a polystyrene hat
But it melts in the sun like a life without love
But I've waited for you so I'll keep crying out
Without You
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[10 Dec 2003|09:24pm] |
I run, I hide
You come and find me
I sit and cry
You stand me up and make me grin
You do whatever you can to help me though
So now I need to know
How can I thank you.
Every time I'm down you come and help me
when I need a friend your always there
So thank you
Thank you for walking me though this
Thank you for helping me understand
And thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on all those nights
Thank you
I drown in pain
You come and help me let it out
when I feel alone your always there for me
So thank you
Thank you for walking me though this
Thank you for helping me understand
And thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on all those nights
Thank you
You've always been there for me
And now I feel your hurting too
I want you to know that I am here for you
So thank you
Thank you for walking me though this
Thank you for helping me understand
And thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on all those nights
Thank you
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yellowcard - rough draft
Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
before you knew that I was there
So you wrote it down
I'm supposed to care
Even though it's never there
Sorry if I'm not prepared
Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
It's eating me alive to leave you
Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong
But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song
Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
I'm breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside
And if it's healthier to leave you be
may a sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me
I'm finding my own words, my own little stage
my own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heartache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
are friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles
And I don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
you're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone before you knew that I was there
everything in life has always been complete down lately. and it's only one reason why, just cuz of a guy....
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I know this isnt necesarily and emo song, i know its a hardcore type song, does anyone know what song has a breakdown towards the end of it and the words go "i love you, i know i will never have you, i would do anything for you, i put this gun in my mouth and splatter my emotions on the ceiling" those arent in the exact order but those are some of the lyrics in it, if anyone knows what song itd be a great help i used to have it, but now i cant remember what it is
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[10 Dec 2003|10:15pm] |
I misunderstand
And been misunderstood
Love me cause you can
and not because you should...
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[10 Dec 2003|10:37pm] |
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Adam Sandler
Somebody Kill Me from The Wedding Singer
[Spoken]
Ok, I just want to warn you that when I wrote this song
I was listening to the Cure a lot.
[Sung]
You don't know how much I need you.
While you're around I don't feel blue.
And when we kiss I know that you need me too.
I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.
But it all was bullshit.
It was a goddam joke.
And when I think of you and I,
I hope you fucking choke.
I hope you're glad with what you've done to me.
I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy.
You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.
Oh somebody kill me please,
somebody kill me plee-ase,
I'm on my knees,
pretty pretty please kill me.
I want to die.
Put a bullet in my head.
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[10 Dec 2003|11:07pm] |
My parents are going through a *MESSY* divorce right now. Everything is pure hell.
my dad has just been diagnosed with cancer. It is spreading and we dont know if they can treat it. My dad is the only parent I get along with, I hate my mother with a passion, She has been cheating on my dad for the past 5 years of their 37 years of marriage. And once with my dad's brother. I have a feeling, as well as my dad has a feeling along with the doctors, that he will be gone pretty soon. He is the ONLY thing keeping me going right now. Everythig is wronmg. I want to die.
Anylyrics that have to do with this type of stuff?
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