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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Mar 12, 2005 8:34:19 GMT -6
Tomahawk - God Hates A Coward  Tomahawk is Duane Denison, Mike Patton, Kevin Rutmanis, and John Stanier. I'll sow my seeds whith a metric grosse No footsteps go beyond it I'll eat the dirt Where the rooster crows Fresh rodeos, behold it Check your pulse in your teardrops Make you a cyclops Breakin' the branches off your family tree Did you act like a floofa Don't you think I've had enough Without looking at the filth of my ability Your truly cause repeats its pulse And makes your tears, if you needed too Make me blow out my brain or I'll point it at you While im thinking of you But I'm hangin' tough! Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Listen closer to your mother You can hear an ocean roar Sittin' quiet in the corner Put another record on God hates a coward, sonny Got a date with your VCR Watch another action movie Dream of me On the only piano Wrote the fuckin' concerto Shoot pool with your eyeballs, rack 'em up Make a meal of your asshole Gnaw on your fat soul Dipping your heart in my vinegar Like a million disappeared Just how long did you think they would live Prepare yourself, coming to defend And if you ever want to be (?) Coming to kill, I'll never finish my plate Or I'll burn it up Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Mar 19, 2005 10:46:38 GMT -6
Malevolent Creation - All That Remains  Measures of hate, only few can understand For their beliefs, these horrendous plans Prepare to die... from youth they are taught To achieve a certain peace, to be martyred next to God Believing, achieving, fulfilling the killings Their only known way of life Live have been planned out strategically mapped now for When its their time No fears that they possess, device strapped to their chest Brainwashed by their faith, a lost hypnotic state Driven all through the life by what they think is right- Human missile launched, religious holocaust All that remains, promises are made All that remains, the innocent are slain All that remains, a foreseen place of rest All that remains for their lives are their deaths The numbers grow with time, destruction in their minds These recruits await, a chance for heavens gates People gripped with fear not knowing when death is near Bloodsheds will arise, no regrets of who will die All that remains, promises are made All that remains, the innocent are slain All that remains, a foreseen place of rest All that remains for their lives are their deaths Honored by their deeds, those with the same beliefs Helpless towards these acts, unseen ruthless attacks No end to this in sight, all treaties failed thru time Blood now fills the streets, a vision that repeats All that remains, promises are made All that remains, the innocent are slain All that remains, a foreseen place of rest All that remains for their lives are their deaths |
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Post by |AoD|LEADSOUP on Mar 27, 2005 11:29:52 GMT -6
Been forty days since I don't know when
I just saw her with my best friend
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know, know what I mean?
I just saw her yesterday
I just saw her, asked her to stay
Do you know what I mean?
Lawd, Do you know what I mean?
Her and Bobby were steppin out
Her and Bobby didn't know I found out
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know, know what I mean?
So I asked her if she still cared
She didn't hear me, she just stared
Do you know what I mean?
Lawd, Do you know what I mean?
And then she said
Lee you haven't loved me in nearly four years
You haven't noticed that I held back my tears
And now you have, but it's really too late
Better find yourself another girl
Better find another girl
Better find uh, another place
She just left me yesterday
She just left me, had nothing to say
Do you know what I mean?
Oh, do you know what I mean?
She's a dandy, yes indeed
She's a dandy, but now she's free
Do you know what I mean?
Lawd, do you know what I mean?
Been forty days since I don't know when
I just saw her with my best friend
Do you know what I mean?
Lawd, do you know what I mean?
I just saw her yesterday
I just saw her, learn how to stay
Do you know what I mean?
Lawd, Do you know what I mean?
Yeah, here comes it now..
Hoooo, help.. me
Lee Michaels
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Mar 27, 2005 18:43:30 GMT -6
Slayer - Here Comes The Pain  I am the new hell on earth The lord of agony divine Domination, intimidation Lives within these eyes Reign of power Remorseless anarchy I am arrogance in the flesh Unleashed intensity Step aside for the nightmare Pure destruction stands before you No escape as the psycho Brings you misery The line starts here I am brutality the face of everlasting pain Annihilation, Obliteration Pulses in these veins Sheer defiance drives my hostility I am merciless to the core Chaotic fury breeds Step aside for the nightmare Pure destruction stands before you No escape as the psycho Brings you misery The line starts here Bring it all on Come and take on what you fear I'm the storm That towers overhead Ticking time bomb With an infinite charge Bringer of torture The master is here Everyone falls Here comes the pain You're no different from the rest Victim is your name in my vicious wasteland Here comes the pain Your destruction manifests Lying there broken looking up as I still stand Bring it all on Come and take on what you fear I'm the storm That towers overhead Ticking time bomb With an infinite charge Bringer of torture The master is here Everyone falls |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Apr 30, 2005 9:15:29 GMT -6
Johnny Cash - Sixteen Tons  Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't a-get you Then the left one will You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Jun 4, 2005 5:16:10 GMT -6
System of a Down - Revenga  Poisoning a drink, Bleeding in a sink Choking with a link, Killing with a stink Just your mother's HO Bleeding in a sink, Poisoning a drink Burning up My sweet Clementine Trampling a shrink, Bleeding in a sink Halleluiah wink , Getting on the brink Just your mother's HO Halleluiah wink, Murdering a shrink Burning up On my sweet revenge Will be yours for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaaahhh My sweet revenge Will be yours, for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaaahhh Killing with a stink, Bleeding in a sink Poisoning a drink, Getting on the brink Just you mother's HO Bleeding in a sink, Trampling a shrink Burning up My sweet Clementine Poisoning a drink, Bleeding in a sink Choking with a link, Killing with a stink Just you mother's HO Poisoning a drink, Bleeding in a sink Burning up On my sweet revenge Will be yours, for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaahhh My sweet revenge Will be yours, for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaahhh I saw her laugh Then she said, "Go Away" I saw her laugh Then she said, then she said, "Go away, away" My sweet revenge Will be yours for the taking It's in the making baby My sweet revenge Will be yours it's in the making It's in the takin, making, baking, taking, faking HO My sweet Clementine HO Shoulda been could been Woulda been would been you Shoulda been could been Woulda been would been you |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Jun 4, 2005 5:26:40 GMT -6
System of a Down - B.Y.O.B.  WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR! Barbarisms by Barbaras With pointed heels. Victorious, victorious, kneel. For brand new spankin' deals. Marching forward hypocritic And hypnotic computers. You depend on our protection, Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Kneeling roses disappearing, Into Moses’ dry mouth, Breaking into Fort Knox, Stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM! Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the table cloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Blast off, its Party time, And we don't live in a fascist nation, Blast off , its party time, And where the fuck are you? ….. Yeah Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? [X4] Kneeling roses disappearing, Into Moses’ dry mouth, Breaking into Fort Knox, Stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM! Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Where the fuck are you! Where the fuck are you! Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? [X3] Why, do, they always send the poor [X3] They only send the poor [x2] |
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Post by |AoD| Horvath on Jun 5, 2005 22:50:02 GMT -6
Damageplan Feat. Jerry Cantrell - Ashes To Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Everytime you trample across my peaceful mind
Flailing freely, want me to let it slide
How you hurt her went so far beyond wrong
I burn you down to cinders, ashes now you’re gone, yeah
And the scars you left behind
Slowly fade away with time
Ashes of what used to be
Now they tore you onto me
Begging mercy, shifting, playing on both sides
Cut your own throat open and ask me how you died
What was once respect has slowly headed south
Memory forces echoes better in my mouth, yeah
And the scars you left behind
Slowly fade away with time
Ashes of what used to be
Now they tore you onto me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Well I have no respect left for what you’re about
And sympathy won’t come from me
Erase everything that you once could have been
Destruction of your dignity
I scatter your ashes into the wind
Regret is too short, now you’re free
Leave here in shame doomed to fulfill
Your pathetic destiny
And the scars you left behind
Slowly fade away with time
Ashes of what used to be
Now they tore you onto me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
It’s history
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
It’s history
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|AoD|uŋ§tąßlę
New Blood
Halo, WoW, RTCW
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Post by |AoD|uŋ§tąßlę on Jun 10, 2005 21:15:18 GMT -6
System of a Down Question!
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you all.
Are you...
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you all.
Are you...
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!
Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die?
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you all.
Are you...
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you all.
Are you...
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!
Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die
LALALALALALLALAALALALALALAALALALALA
Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die
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Post by |AoD| Horvath on Jun 11, 2005 9:47:08 GMT -6
Morbid Angel
Stricken Arise
[Music - Sandoval, Azagthoth/Lyrics - Tucker]
Beneath the spite in shattered minds of the weak
Breathes the truth the knowing, their faith has died
Blind and unguided, they wander through desolation
Through the ashes of the world consumed
Enlightened by their Hate...
...Bathing in their Lust
...Bleeding for the taste of Revenge
The Stricken Arise
Festering deep inside manipulation
Beyond the light, the shadow's fall, this prison's hold
Awakened and growing, Beyond what eyes can see
Tasting the rebirth the Crowning of our King
Enlightened by their Hate...
...Bathing in their Lust
...Bleeding for the taste of revenge
... Thriving in their Hate
...Writhing in Disgust
...Feasting on their Weakness
We Rise...
The path of Blind Faith. The path of Idolatry.
Their path of meekness
My wrath of Sickness
My wrath of Disease
My wraths Dismantling
Hope of life
Beneath the spite in shattered minds of the weak
Breathes the truth the knowing, their faith has died
Blind and unguided, they wander through desolation
Through the ashes of the world consumed
Enlighten by their Hate...
...Bathing in their Lust
...Bleeding for the taste of revenge
... Thriving in their Hate
...Writhing in Disgust
...Feasting on their Weakness
LIES
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Jun 12, 2005 5:08:42 GMT -6
Primus - The Anti-Pop  The Earth it did crack open on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. As a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through. I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow. I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go. I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow. They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds. Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Jun 16, 2005 17:41:29 GMT -6
Morbid Angel - To the Victor the Spoils  Decide, between the ways of the weak, the sheep, to live a lie or to come to life, in victory we stand, above the meek to raise the chalice and toast the conquering to feast upon the spoils that we claim We are wakening We are the one you seek We are the merciless We are the all is truth We await, the coming of days The awakening of the eyes that sleep The dawn of light for those of us who see to stand above the shattered flock and their lies for now it is our time We are the conquering We are the one you seek We are the merciless We are the all that is truth Victors...now hear me Victors...come now know your name Brothers...as it must be In victory we stand Our wake, our secret is broken Our legions now are one The time of the silence now ended In victory we stand we are the conquering The clearing out, the storm |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Jun 19, 2005 12:27:52 GMT -6
Sepultura - Propaganda  Why don't you get a life and grow up Why don't you realize that you're fucked up Why criticize what you don't understand Why change my words, you're so afraid You think you have the right to put me down Propaganda hides your scum Face to face you don't have a word to say You got in my way, now you'll have to pay Don't, don't believe what you see Don't, don't believe what you read No!!! I know my ways, I'm here to stay I didn't start all this yesterday I'll prove you wrong all the way Life teaches me you're always alone Don't, don't believe what you see Don't, don't believe what read No!!! |
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Post by |AoD|CorpseSquatch on Aug 14, 2005 7:34:43 GMT -6
MuDvAyNe - Determined  Go... So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... You better believe it, confidence Go... So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... Spit out all reason, Yeah I'm tired of holdin' up the weight, The weight of the motherfuckin' world. All I want is just to get right here Right now. We struggle and fight just to get in a grave That's overflowing Clock's ticking on my fifteen minutes of fame Come on now, one two three go So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... You better believe it, confidence Go... So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... Spit out all reason, Yeah I'm flushing the trust of everyone Stabbing in the back and thinkin' they can break me Set my sight can't die 'till I'm done, mind endurance Never wanted anymore than what I deserve Better bring it I'm taking it all Fuck an inch 'cause I'm bringin' a mile It's on now one two three go So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... You better believe it, confidence Go... So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... Spit out all reason, Yeah This fire, Is growing, Is burning Deep inside of me. Focused, Driven, Certain, The way it's got to be. Fire. Growing. Burning. Deep inside of me, Focused, Driven, Certain, The way it's got to be. Crooked. No trust. Liars. Conmen. Drunk with Power. Mentor. Taught me everything that I know... So wrong, Wrong, Wrong, Wrong... One two three GO... So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... You better believe it, confidence Go... So fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... Spit out all reason, Yeah Go... I'm fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... You better believe it, confidence Go... I'm fucking determined Yeah, yeah go... Spit out all reason, Yeah |
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Post by |AoD|SiN on Aug 15, 2005 18:20:13 GMT -6
Bob Dylan-Tangled up in blue  Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red. Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through, Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam, I guess, But I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best. She turned around to look at me As I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder, "We'll meet again someday on the avenue," Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell. So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix. But all the while I was alone The past was close behind, I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue. She was workin' in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer, I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear. And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same, She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me, "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' underneath my breath, She studied the lines on my face. I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you, Tangled up in blue. I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs, There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air. Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died. She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside. And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn, The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, Tangled up in blue. So now I'm goin' back again, I got to get to her somehow. All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives. Don't know how it all got started, I don't know what they're doin' with their lives. But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue. Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music |
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