lyrics....

[slowburn420]

^^that one was mostly a joke, but for real:
Modest Mouse's "The Good Times Are Killing Me"

The good times are killing me. Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me. Jaws clenching tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know. The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.[/QUOTE]

I thought that i was the only person on earth who liked Modest Mouse lol. I was listening to this song last night on the way home, and it was great. Im happy to know that someone else out there appreciates a band like Modest Mouse.

[Domiko]

White tie black jacket.
I ain't see you in a while.
Your whites shine, black velvet.
I ain't seen you in a while.
You're slick, a slick and polished mess.
I ain't seen you in a while.
Lets just face the fact and get back to the basic form.

[Polymirize]

I didn't vote for this state of affairs.
My emotional state's got me prostrate, fearing my fears.
In all reality I'm under prepared.
'Cause I'm ready for war but not sure if I'm ready to care.
And that's why I'm under prepared.
'Cause I'm ready to fight, but most fights have me fighting back tears.
'Cause the truth is really I'm scared.
Not scared of the truth, but just scared of the length you'll go to fight it.

-saul williams

[psychocat]

This one gives me goosebumps everytime I listen to it.

Gary Jules - Mad World

This is a Tears for Fears song not a Gary Jules one. http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=4381


Cramps - The Creature From The Black Leather Lagoon

Better ask my momma how to make a monster...
i'm the creature from the black leather lagoon,
i'm a beautiful monster from outer space, too,
learned how to shake my hips in the inner sanctum,
satan gave me tips and then i thanked him,
i'm the creature from the black leather lagoon

<i>[chorus:]</i>
black black, black black leather,
smash smash, black black leather,
kill kill, black black leather,
crash crash, black black leather, i
'm the creature from the black leather lagoon

i'm a chicken-fried fire-eatin' son of a gun,
concieved by my devil daddy on a chicken run,
like a fireball flyin' down thunder road, daddy made mama but she shoulda said no,
i'm the raw Hyde monster they named number 1
i'm the creature from the black leather lagoon,
i'm a genuine juvenille delinquent from the moon,
i'm like a hundred billion hydrogen bombs,
mama wanted a goat, but i got mom's,
i'm the creature from the black leather lagoon

[usedchemicals]

I thought that i was the only person on earth who liked Modest Mouse lol. I was listening to this song last night on the way home, and it was great. Im happy to know that someone else out there appreciates a band like Modest Mouse.

NO WAY! I LOVE Modest Mouse, I also really like So Much Beauty in Dirt, Paper Thin Walls, Polar Opposites, and Bukowski.

[b0Ng h!tz 4 mE]

realized I can never win
sometimes I feel like I have failed
inside where do I begin
my mind is laughing at me

tell me.. why am I to blame?
aren't we... suppose to be the same?
that's why I will never change
this thing that's burning in me

I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldn't last
I feel the life pulled from me
I feel the anger changing me

Sometimes I can never tell
if I've got something after me
that's why I just beg and plead
for this curse to leave me

tell me why am I to blame?
aren't we suppose to be the same?

that's why I will never change
this thing that's burning in me

I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldn't last
I feel the life pulled from me
I feel the anger changing me

betrayed....I feel so... enslaved
I really tried
I did my time
I did my time
I did my time
I did my time
I did my TIME

I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldn't last
I feel the life pulled from me
I feel the anger changing me

oh God, the anger's changing me

[Zimzum]

Since someone already posed lennon, then..

Boom!
I've been walking through your streets,
Where all your money's earning,
Where all your building's crying
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by TV,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighbor, what a guy.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born,
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent,
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children leave us per hour,
From starvation,
While billions are spent on bombs,
Creating death showers.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born,
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM

Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill
Our own, own, own, own kind...

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born,
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM
Every time you drop the bomb.

[b0Ng h!tz 4 mE]

Since someone already posed lennon, then..

Boom!
I've been walking through your streets,
Where all your money's earning,
Where all your building's crying
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by TV,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighbor, what a guy.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born,
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent,
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children leave us per hour,
From starvation,
While billions are spent on bombs,
Creating death showers.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born,
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM

Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill
Our own, own, own, own kind...

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the god your child has born,
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM
Every time you drop the bomb.

gotta love old skool soad

[higher4hockey]

find a place to make your stand, and take it easy

- the eagles

[psychocat]

TY Aerosmith

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta Get A Grip

Same old, same old every day
If things don't change you're just gonna rot
'Cause if you do what you've always done
You've always get what you've always got
(Uuh, could that be nothing)


Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta Get A Grip

You wanna get high in a New York minute
Choke that smoke, honey crack the whip
Your head gets dead as long as you're in it
You wanna hang loose, gotta Get A Grip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta Get A Grip