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Post by txf on May 1, 2008 10:44:08 GMT -5
The day that shall not be, has once come again The day we shall not see, will not rise full of sin We destroy all who are in our way Destruction of peace and what we say We kill all of who we care about Just to see them scream and shout A major problem with us all We shall all wait, for the call The call you bring us, in the end The call that we shall then send To the others in this hell The rightfull ones that do not dwell On the past of that they have done They leave for now, until the one The one comes near to see it all The day it all shall finally fall
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Post by iamsensay on May 1, 2008 11:06:22 GMT -5
Hello, my name is Ewala. I come from the planet Alawe, in the galaxy Ewala, in the universe Alawe. But the point is I tried. If you think you need to go to the bakery, please do so now, because I do not want to be interrupted while I tell you my story. ...but anyway, I have been thinking about my happiness lately and have come to the conclusion that I am happy. This is annoying. If you saw a chicken as happy as me, I'll replace it, and give you a full refund... no questions asked! But that's not the point. The point is I am battery operated. Well, actually I am not. But that's not the point. What is the point? "The point is everyone should have my game and timetable! screamed someone who I subsequently smacked across the face and decapitated before sending him home in a cardboard box. Before I introduce myself, let me share with you a story. A story about me, and how great I am. But first, I think it would be appropriate to introduce myself. I am going to do this soon. So, it all started, in a smelly house, north of Wellington, south of Arizona and east of where you are sitting right now. It was a dark night, with no birds nor chickens, and it was raining a silent rain. There were too many stars to count, and not enough clouds to cover them. I like chickens. But anyway, what was I doing in this smelly house? "I was laughing at the boxes of dog food with you, remember!?" said Stevens grandma, but she was wrong. What was I doing? That's right, I was writing this story. Now back to the story. I needed to find something, so looked for it, and the most amazing thing happened! I FOUND IT!!! Guess what it was??? it was a piece of crispy bacon, which I dropped last Christmas. I thought the dog ate it, but I guess it didnt. There were many things over there where I always looked for things, but I didn't like them, so I don't know why I was always looking for them. But this thing I did like. And this thing, it liked me right back in the face. But I don't like things that like me. They smell funny. So I made it friends with it, seduced it, then strangled it in the night and ate it's flesh. The bacon wasn't happy with this, and laughed itself to sleep. But then in the plane, he needed to go pee, so I laughed myself to sleep as he pissed himself to wake. He was definitely awake when the plane started to fall. He was definitely going to fall with the plane, and he was definitely going to get lost again. And lost he did get. Lost in the eternal sea of human sadness, lyrically beautiful without the physical countenance to outweigh it's inherent irony. And that was where he found himself, lost in an abysmal abyss... That was where he found himself. He was taken to new levels of excitement, when he found himself. Oh what a day.... Oh ...what a day. But this was to be expected, because he was not just random. He was ranDom with a capital D. But anyway, who cares about the bacon, this story is about me. Me and my eternal instructions of destruction from underneath. Me and my inherent understanding of the ways of the universe. Me and my happiness. Me and my sadness. Me, and my bacon.
From: The page of random stories with little or no purpose.
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Post by hzac on May 1, 2008 18:26:31 GMT -5
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Easy, no He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This this whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:] You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this [censored] roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Trying to feed and water my seed, plus Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screaming on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only [censored] option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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Post by HEXEN/TRACKER22 on May 1, 2008 18:29:40 GMT -5
lol, 8 mile
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Post by jbttf on May 1, 2008 19:39:24 GMT -5
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light, In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight. When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right. The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore, The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shore. On the blackest plains in Hell's domain, we watch them as they go, Through fire and pain, and once again we know...
So now we're flying we're free, we're free before the thunderstorm, On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on. Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight, Deep inside our hearts and all our souls...
So far away we wait for the day, For the lives all so wasted and gone; We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days- Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
[Small interlude]
As the red day is dawning, and the lightning cracks the sky, They'll raise their hands to the heavens above with resentment in their eyes. Running back through the midmorning light, there's a burning in my heart; We're banished from a time in a fallen land, to a life beyond the stars.
In your darkest dreams see to believe, our destiny is time, And endlessly we'll all be free tonight...!
And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality; All alone in desperation, now the time has gone. Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind, Day after day this misery must go on!
So far away we wait for the day, For the lives all so wasted and gone, We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands, We fought so hard now can we understand Ill break the seal of this curse if i possibly can For freedom of every man!
So far away we wait for the day, For the lives all so wasted and gone, We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
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Post by hzac on May 1, 2008 20:09:28 GMT -5
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Gay.
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Post by HEXEN/TRACKER22 on May 1, 2008 20:33:32 GMT -5
Uhm so this is a song thread?
ok, here a awsome liryc (one of my favorites)
Yo ya estoy hasta la madre De que me pongan sombrero Escuche entonces cuando digo No me llames frijolero
Y aunque exista algun respeto No metamos las narices Nunca inflamos la moneda Haciendo Guerra a otros paises
Te pagamos con petroleo e interes es nuestra deuda Mientras tanto no sabemos Quien se queda con la feria
Aunque nos hagan la fama De que somos vendedores De la droga que sembramos Ustedes son consumidores
Coro: Don't call me gringo, You fuckin beaner stay on your side of that goddamn river don't call me gringo, You beaner. No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero. No me llames frijolero, Pinche gringo puñetero.------(chingao)
Now I wish I had a dime for every single time I've gotten stared down For being in the wrong side of town. And a rich man I'd be if I had that kind of chips lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists
Podras imaginarte desde afuera, Ser un mexicano cruzando la frontera Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas Dejando todo lo que tu conoces atras Tuvieras tu que esquivar las balas De unos cuantos gringos rancheros Les seguiras diciendo good for nothing wetback? y tuvieras tu que empezar de cero
Now why don't you look down to where your feet is planted That U.S. soil that makes you take [censored] for granted If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know That where your feet are planted would be Mexico Correcto!
Don't call me gringo, You fuckin beaner stay on your side of that goddamn river don't call me gringo, You beaner. No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero. No me llames frijolero, Pinche gringo, Puñetero
Don't call me gringo, You fuckin beaner stay on your side of that goddamn river don't call me gringo, You beaner. No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero. No me llames frijolero, Pinche gringo, (pinche gringo que?) Puñetero.
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Post by txf on May 1, 2008 22:34:43 GMT -5
Thing is, mine was random and made up xD
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Post by vizharan on May 1, 2008 22:51:11 GMT -5
Ok, I was confused at first, but damn, txf, that's pretty good for random rumblings.
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Post by iamsensay on May 2, 2008 6:49:44 GMT -5
rofl... i did not think this was a LYRIC post haha i thought you were just typing random mumblings. Guess you kinda were. I feel dumb <EDIT> My own random lyrics Mages Dance I dance in the moonlight In the valley of the damned Waiting for my foe, To Dance the dance of death He arrived beneath the moonlight Blade gleaming in the light All around the music starts to play The deadly dance begun Deadly pirouettes Decapitated air Ninja style aerobics, Weaving past the blades of steel Moonlight fades atop this night And now this dance is done As daylight breaks these mages wait To dance the dance of death
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Post by jboy914 on May 2, 2008 15:52:43 GMT -5
This was a triumph! I'm making a note here: "HUGE SUCCESS!!"
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science; We do what we must, because we can.
For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying till you run out of cake. And the science gets done, and you make a neat gun for the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry... I'm being so sincere right now - Even though you broke my heart, and killed me.
And tore me to pieces. And threw every piece into a fire. As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now, these points of data make a beautiful line. And we're out of BETA. We're releasing on time! So I'm GLaD, I got burned - Think of all the things we learned - for the people who are still alive.
(Go ahead and leave me...) (I think I'd prefer to stay inside...) (Maybe you'll find someone else to help you?) Maybe Black Mesa? That was a joke! HAHA!! FAT CHANCE!!
Anyway this cake is great! It's so delicious and moist!
Look at me; still talking when there's science to do! When I look out there, it makes me glad I'm not you.
I've experiments to run. There is research to be done, on the people who are still alive. And believe me I am still alive. I'm doing science and I'm still alive. I feel fantastic and I'm still alive. While you're dying I'll be still alive. And when you're dead I will be still alive.
Still alive.
Still alive.
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Post by furiouss on May 2, 2008 19:23:18 GMT -5
As i climb onto your back i promise not to sting i will tell you what you wanna hear and not mean anything i will treat you like a dog as i shoot my venom in you pretend you didint know that
i am the scorpion
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Post by jbttf on May 2, 2008 19:47:11 GMT -5
I can still see the light at the end of the tunnel shine through the dark times even when I lose my mind
But it feels like no one in the world is listening and I can't ever seem to make the right decisions
I walk around in the same haze I'm still caught in my same ways I'm losing time in these strange days but somehow I always know the right things to say
I don't know what time it is or whose the one to blame for this Do what I believe what I can't see And how do you know which way the wind blows
Cause I can feel it all around I'm lost between the sound And just when I think I know, there she goes
Goodbye for now Goodbye for now So long
Goodbye for now (I'm not the type to say I told you so) Goodbye for now So long (I think the hardest part of holding on is lettin go)
When will we sing A new song A new song
We're still smilin as the day goes by and how come nobody ever knows the reasons why Burry you deep so far you can't see
If you're like me who wears a broken heart on your sleeve
Pains is troubles that you know so well Either time don't It can't or you just won't tell
I'm not the type to say I told you so I think the hardest part of holding on is lettin it go
I don't know what time it is or whose the one to blaim for this Do what I believe what I can't see And how do you know which way the wind blows
Cause I can feel it all around I'm lost between the sound And just when I think I know there she goes
Goodbye for now Goodbye for now So long
Goodbye for now (I'm not the type to say I told you so) Goodbye for now So long (I think the hardest part of holdin on is lettin it go)
When will we sing A new song A new song
And you can sing until theres no song left (song left) And I can scream until the world goes deaf (goes deaf)
For every other word left unsaid you should have took the time to read the sign and see what it meant
In some ways everybody feels alone so if the burden is mine then I can carry my own
If joy really comes in the morning time then I'm gunna sit back and wait until the next sun rise
Goodbye for now Goodbye for now So long
Goodbye for now (I'm no the type to say I told you so) Goodbye for now So long(I think the hardest part of holdin on is lettin it go)
When will we sing A new song A new song
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Post by hzac on May 2, 2008 21:19:20 GMT -5
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Post by txf on May 2, 2008 23:09:28 GMT -5
The day that shall not be for what we cannot see We all will now decree The world unfit for thee
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Post by Gearsofwarowns on May 3, 2008 17:28:13 GMT -5
Brother will kill brother Spilling blood across the land Killing for religion Something I dont understand
Fools like me,who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep,for their beliefs Do you kill on gods command?
A country thats divided Surely will not stand My past erased,no more disgrace No foolish naive stand
The end is near,its crystal clear Part of the master plan Dont look now to israel It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium,as the Know it all scholar Down in my seat of judgement Gavels bang,uphold the law Up on my soapbox,a leader Out to change the world Down in my pulpit as the holler Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Wage the war on organized crime Sneak attacks,repel down the rocks Behind the lines Some people risk to employ me Some people live to destroy me Either way they die
They killed my wife,and my baby With hopes to enslave me First mistake...last mistake| Paid by the alliance,to slay all the giants Next mistake...no more mistakes|
Fill the cracks in,with judicial granite Because I dont say it,dont mean I aint Thinkin it Next thing you know,theyll take my thoughts away I know what I said,now I must scream of the overdose And the lack of mercy killings
Wow, Ziyad, i thought you would do something a little less... gay.
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