Queens of the Stone Age - Regular John
Who are you girl?
Who are you boy?
Bet I know what you’re up to
Can I come along
Your home number’s on the wall
I just had to call, had to
I’m not the only one
Who will run with a knife
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
One six two seven eight
Two six three seven eight nine
Where’s your daddy now
I heard he ran away
Who are you girl?
Cause I’m so bored with myself
Anyway
Any time and any place
I’ll just hang around
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
One six two seven eight
Two six three seven eight nine
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
Open up your door
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Nirvana - In Bloom
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
When I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say yeah
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
When I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say yeah
When I say yeah
Outside another yellow moon
Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
Shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They're just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one
You chose to be your only one
Oh baby can't you hear me now
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train
Every night it's just the same
You leave me lonely, now
I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four way
You watch them as they fall
They all have heart attacks
They stay at the carnival
But they'll never win you back
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train
Where every night is just the same
You leave me lonely
Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train
All of my dreams just fall like rain
All upon a downtown train
~patty smythe ~ Downtown Train
Captain Obvious - All Alone For Christmas (As Usual)
I hate myself and I want to die
BECAUSE IT'S WINTER
turned the gun on himself
Dividiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Driver!
Sharp like an incisor
called him the kaiser
>>1 is an idiot
JISAKU JIENs
In the dark of night
what what what?
Dividiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Driver!
Sharp like an incisor
called him the kaiser
>>1 is an idiot
I want to enjoy life and JUMP in the air.
Raised By Wolves - Spalding Gray Is Missing
You swam with monsters all your life
I can't pretend to know how that feels
I'm warm and dry on the shoreline waving
Allo, allo
Other people tried so hard, but it came so easily for you
I guess there's a price for everything
I suppose there's a price for everything
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
We still love you anyway
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
We still love you anyway
I used to want to trade with you
All the people that you've met
All the movies, the music, the stories, and everything
And everything
But something happened in your life
Now you're leaving us all behind
There's so much left I gotta do, yeah
There's just so much I gotta do
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
We still love you anyway
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
We still love you anyway
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
We still love you anyway
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
We still love you anyway
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
Yeah, you're crazy, Spalding Gray
Soul Coughing - Screenwriter's Blues
Exits to freeways
wisted like knots on
the fingers
jewels cleaving
skin between
breasts.
Your Cadillac breathes
four hundred horses
over blue lines
you are going
to Reseda
to make love
to a model
from Ohio
whose real name
you don't
know
you spin
like the cadillac was
overturning down a
cliff on television
and the radio is on
and the radioman is speaking
and the radioman says
women were a curse
so men built Paramount
studios
and men built Columbia
studios
and men built
Los Angeles
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there!
And the radioman says
Rock and Roll lives!
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there
in Los Angeles
you live
in Los Angeles
and you are going to
Reseda; we are all
in some way or
another going to
Reseda someday
to die
and the radioman
laughs because
the radioman fucks
a model too
Gone savage
for teenagers with
automatic weapons and
boundless love
gone savage for
teenagers who are
aesthetically pleasing
in other words
fly
Los Angeles beckons
the teenagers
to come to her
on buses;
Los Angeles loves
love
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles
I am going to
Los Angeles
to build a screenplay about
lovers who
murder each
other
I am going to
Los Angeles
to see my own
name on a
screen, five feet
long and luminous
as the radioman says
it is 5 am
and the sun has charred
the other side of
the world and come
back to us
and painted the smoke
over our heads
an imperial violet
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
You are listening.
You are listening.
You are listening.
You are listening.
David Bowie - Five Years
Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people.
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that.
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song.
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk.
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we got
We've got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we got
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we got
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
Five years, five years, five years, five years...
Neko Mimi Mode
neko mimi
neko mimi mo-do
neko mimi mo-do desu
unya~
unyanya
unya~n
furufuru, furumu-n!
oniisama
ya ku so ku yo
atashi no shimobe~
KISS, shitakunachatta
bluhendes feld
bluhendes feld, lachende welt,
und wir soldaten marschieren,
klingt frisch ein lied
beim marsch durch die stadt,
offnen sich fenster und turen.
scheint uns der marsch endlos und schwer,
singen wir unsere lieder,
denn so ein lied
hat große gewalt,
straffet die mudesten glieder.
fallen wir einst im feindesland,
trifft uns todliches eisen,
klagen wir nicht,
singen ein lied,
mutig zum himmel wir reisen.