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Killer Lines…still haunting me

Forums › Forums › General Discussions › Open Topic › Killer Lines…still haunting me

  • This topic has 115 replies, 16 voices, and was last updated 21 years, 5 months ago by crazycloud.
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  • January 9, 2002 at 7:20 am #67433
    Robert
    Participant

      Thanks for the spell check! [img]images/smiles/icon_smile.gif[/img]

      by the dried out stream,
      we slit our throats and jeans.
      When the buildings burned,
      was it some concern?

      January 9, 2002 at 11:34 pm #67434
      K7 Rides Again
      Participant

        excerpts from ANTI-LOVE SONG

        all around me-I see them as I go
        potential lovers-that I’d like to get to know
        can’t help feeling that I need that someone all the time
        can’t stop thinking-about the emptiness inside
        can’t make it go away-and ya know how hard I’ve tried
        maybe someday I will see the sun in someone
        all around me-I see them in the street
        all my ex-girlfriends-that I’ll never, ever meet
        I can’t even get close ‘cuz I know that they’ll just push me away

        I’m just a kid that’s beat up and beat down by the world

        and I might be alone…forever
        as all my emotions…are severed
        but I still feel…the pain

        January 13, 2002 at 10:38 am #67435
        Bucky Ramone
        Participant

          I can saw a woman in two
          But you won’t want to look in the box when I do

          from ‘For my next trick I need a volunteer’ by Warren Zevon

          February 26, 2004 at 7:51 am #67436
          Robert
          Participant

            Lyrics to some great unreleased Jeff Mangum(Neutral Milk Hotel) songs:

            Oh Sister

            Oh sister, don’t be afraid of me
            I won’t be nailing you down in the nursery
            Just like the rest of them did
            With those watery, wandering fingers that slipped
            That were supposed to be glorious and fine
            Oh sister, won’t you believe in me
            I only wanted to be hard on your family
            Here with you now in the zillionth infirmary
            A mother makes frantic and drunk calls from Germany
            All of the time
            And oh sister
            Sweet brown and comely
            I will be be milking with you making fun of me
            Now that my moods are not what the used to be
            there is but no one alive laying next to me
            for such a long time
            Oh sister, sweet brown and beulahry
            milk from your blisters on your grandmother’s jewelry
            there in the parlor all naked in front of me
            Watching the lights from the cracks making archery animal designs

            Rose Wallace Goldeline just moves her mouth over anything
            Fleshy free and flowering with oranges out in the open
            But don’t you waste your sins again
            She don’t need you
            or won’t fuck your friends
            And you, you’re American, so important boiling over
            Tto prove that she must still exist
            she moves herself about her fist
            and never ever ever give a shit
            about all those words you’re wasting again
            Some pretty bright and bubbly wondrous dream
            You’d like to kill and claim
            And claim her as your own
            But don’t you worry
            All those dainty and dirty emotions just go away and fade out on their own
            Sister, now that we’re grieving
            Our fingers will falter
            Our lungs will be leaking
            All over each other and without even speaking
            We’ll know that it’s over and smiling or greeting
            Whatever comes next
            And oh sister
            You’re getting married with some angry twister
            That you’ll have to carry home drunk every evening from the cemetery
            And if he makes it back half alive you can bury him
            Under your sheets
            And oh sister
            now that we’re leaving
            I can not imagine there is any meaning
            forgetting you ever could once had the feeling that made you keep on
            And pretend you were breathing of all of this world
            In an age of empty rings
            I don’t want to feel the thing
            I don’t even want to know
            and Rose Wallace Goldeline
            don’t you ever die on me
            all the way it goes and flows

            My Dream Girl

            My dream girl don’t exist
            At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
            She didn’t know that I’d be hanging around
            So her parents buried her in the ground
            And this day I can still hear the sound
            Of a life in outer space

            My dream girl don’t exist
            Just you and I and this TV
            And this illness seems to feel so strange
            Like a henchmen that’s about to hang
            The moon up like a ball and chain
            And set its sands ablaze

            And the wait is waiting on
            Build the world so real and strong

            My dream girl don’t exist
            Just her photograph in a history book
            And I believe she had a voice and name
            Three children on the coast of Maine
            Their life was in a hurricane
            Of life and real embrace

            My dream girl don’t exist
            At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
            She didn’t know that I’d be hanging around
            So one day she took a stroll to town
            And walked in front of a Greyhound bound
            For New York central state

            And the wait is waiting on
            And the wait is waiting on
            Build the world so real and strong
            She goes and now she knows she’ll never be afraid

            Sailing Through

            Sailing through your disease and you
            Your disease and you
            Your body’s like a basket
            Shivering in static
            Ride this phase of angry tears
            All those years you were alive inside the closet
            With nobody in it there but me
            But now you are coming
            Your life is off running
            Tearing itself apart at the seams

            And you are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie
            You are a liar
            You are a liar

            Now I’m off sailing
            Sickness impaling
            Every drop of blood you could bleed
            The world is all coming
            They’re coming in millions
            Billions of people to sick to believe
            And I really wanted just to be in your body
            To be in your body
            To be inside you
            And I really wanted just to be in your body
            To share in your sickness
            To shield around you

            But you are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie

            Wrap you up in master
            Cover you in plaster
            Spit in your mouth and then say "I love you"
            But is this supposed to save us?
            Is this supposed to break us
            And I really wanted just to be in your body
            I really want to be in your body
            I really want to be inside you
            And I really wanted just to be in your body
            To share in your sickness
            To shield around you

            But you are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            You are a liar
            And you are a lie

            She Did a Lot of Acid

            She had a mental problem
            She couldn’t concentrate
            She was her own delusion
            She was her own mistake
            She did a lot of acid
            That put the voices down
            And one day at her birthday
            They found her hanging upside down

            They say she lived her life on the avenue
            They say she cried from the weight of her spit
            They claim they were the only ones that she ever knew
            Ah, but why are they weeping now?
            When she was alive they were not around
            They were locked in their own abyss

            We met in the gutter
            We shared a smoke or two
            I told about my mother
            She showed me her tattoo
            She went out through the city
            Got lost in Fulton Town (?)
            And one day at her birthday
            They found her hanging upside down

            They say she live her life an American
            They say she whored away but still
            They claim they offered her their helping hand
            But the talk’s all the same to me
            They call themselves her family
            It just makes me ill

            February 27, 2004 at 3:40 pm #67437
            Robert
            Participant

              Another one:

              Engine

              For I am an engine and I’m holding on
              Through endless revisions to state what I mean
              For sweetness alone who flew out through the window
              And landed back home in a garden of green

              You’re riding alone in the back of a steamer
              And steaming yourself in the warm shower spray
              And water rolls on off the round captain’s belly
              Who’s talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray

              And sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking
              That milky delight that invited us all
              And if there’s a taste in this life more inviting
              Then wake up your windows and watch as those sweet babies crawl away

              March 1, 2004 at 1:48 pm #67438
              SG
              Participant

                Late November by Sandy Denny

                The wine it was drunk
                the ship it was sunk
                the shot it was dead
                all the sorrows were drowned
                the birds they were clouds
                the brides and the shrouds
                as we drew south
                the mist it came down

                The wooded ravine
                to the wandering stream
                the serpent he moved
                but no one would say
                the depths of the waters
                the bridge which distraught us
                and brought to me thoughts of the ill fated day

                The temples were filled
                with the strangest of creatures
                one played it by ear
                on the banks of the sea
                that one was found
                but the others they went under
                oh the tears that are shed
                they won`t come from me

                The methods of madness
                the pathos and the sadness
                God help you all
                the insane and wise
                the black and the white
                the darkness of the night
                I see only smoke
                from the chimneys arise

                The pilot he flew
                all across the sky and woke me
                he flew solo on the mercury sea
                the dream it came back
                all about the tall brown people
                the sacred young herd
                on the phosphorus sand

                March 18, 2004 at 12:55 pm #67439
                Cloud9
                Participant

                  it used to be me

                  all he needs is everyone i’ve been
                  and all she needs is everywhere i’ve seen
                  all they need
                  anything i’ve touched
                  and all you need is everything i’ve loved

                  everything i’ve heard
                  everything i’ve learned
                  everything i’ve tried
                  everything i’ve held
                  everything i’ve felt
                  everything i’ve lost
                  everything i’ve cried

                  until my whole head shrieks with grinding my teeth
                  struggling to find a single word i can keep
                  any kind of truth
                  any kind of hope
                  oh just any kind of word that doesn’t make me choke

                  but i keep saying i will and i won’t
                  i keep saying i do and i don’t
                  i keep saying i feel
                  but there is nothing to feel
                  just a strange kind of nothing where it used to be me…
                  it used to be me

                  all he needs from me is everyone i’ve ever missed
                  and all she needs from me
                  everyone i’ve ever kissed
                  all they need from me
                  anything i’ve ever sung
                  and all you need from me is everything i’ve ever said

                  everything i’ve ever done
                  everything i’ve ever made
                  everything i’ve ever prayed
                  everything i’ve ever believed
                  everything i’ve ever touched
                  everything i’ve ever loved
                  everything i’ve ever thought
                  everything i’ve ever dreamed

                  until my whole head screams with grinding my teeth
                  desperate to find a single word i can keep
                  any kind of faith
                  any kind of fix
                  oh just any kind of word that doesn’t make me sick

                  and i keep saying i will but i won’t
                  i keep saying i do but i don’t
                  and i keep saying i feel
                  but there is nothing to feel
                  just this strange kind of nothing where it used to be me…

                  anything and everything
                  all that you need
                  get it for free
                  anything and everything
                  all that you need
                  get it from me

                  get it from me
                  get it from me
                  get it from me

                  March 21, 2004 at 9:08 am #67440
                  likeaghost
                  Participant

                    "my lies are only wishes"- wilco
                    "just cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there" – radiohead

                    June 16, 2004 at 1:47 pm #67441
                    SG
                    Participant

                      Cathedrals by the Handsome Family

                      The cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship
                      like the hand of God falling from the sky
                      1000 stone carved saints hang like icicles
                      but icicles don`t take 1000 years to die
                      and everyone who ever worked on this cathedral
                      or even spent a moment walking by
                      everyone of us is swept away like breadcrumbs
                      what comfort does it bring soaring towers left behind?

                      There`s a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin
                      where kids race go karts around a moat
                      once we went up there in December
                      when every waterslide and fudge shop was closed
                      hoping to feel love under the icicles
                      all we did was drink in a empty bar
                      but stumbling drunk we crawled back to our motel room
                      and I fell against you and felt your beating heart

                      Snow was slowly falling on the ice machine
                      and the moon shone hazy thru the pines
                      but there were lounge chairs thrown into the empty pool
                      and a dog chained to a tree
                      barking at the sky

                      June 30, 2004 at 1:58 pm #67442
                      crazycloud
                      Participant

                        :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

                        June 30, 2004 at 1:58 pm #67443
                        crazycloud
                        Participant

                          I love the caterpillars
                          Munching on the leaves
                          Pitter patter
                          Makes me forget my disease
                          Bugs have feelers just like me
                          And I’m feelin’ oh so lonely

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