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HERES A GOOD ONE.

 

Up here in space

I’m looking down on you

My lasers trace

Everything you do

 

You think you’ve private lives

Think nothing of the kind

There is no true escape

I’m watching all the time

 

I’m made of metal

My circuits gleam

I am perpetual

I keep the country clean

 

I’m elected electric spy

I’m protected electric eye

 

Always in focus

You can’t feel my stare

I zoom into you

You don’t know I’m there

 

I take a pride in probing all your secret moves

My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove

 

I’m made of metal

My circuits gleam

I am perpetual

I keep the country clean

 

I’m elected electric spy

I’m protected electric eye

 

Electric eye, in the sky

Feel my stare, always there

There’s nothing you can do about it

Develop and expose

I feed upon your every thought

And so my power grows

 

I’m made of metal

My circuits gleam

I am perpetual

I keep the country clean

 

I’m elected electric spy

I’m protected electric eye

 

Protected. detective. electric eye

 

SONG NAMES OBVIOUS, BUT WHO SINGS IT

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i called you after midnight

then ran until i burst

i passed the howling woman

and stood outside your door

 

we walked around a lake

and woke up in the rain

and everyone turned over

troubled in their dreams again

 

visiting time is over

and so we walk away

and both play dead then cry out loud

why we always cry this way?

 

i kissed you in the water

and made your dry lips sing

i saw you look

like a japanese baby

in an instant i remembered everything...

 

i called you after midnight

then ran until my heart burst

i passed the howling woman

and stood outside your door

 

i kissed you in the water

and made your dry lips sing

i saw you look

like a japanese baby

in an instant i remembered everything...

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here's one:

 

 

You know it never meant much to me

There's something on your mind that i couldn't see

It didn't hurt me too much to find

You were seeing someone else for all of this time

You know that i don't care

And i'd like you to know that i don't care

I don't need your sympathy

Why don't you ever look at me

You did nothing for me

You did nothing i see

You did nothing for me

You did nothing

There's no today and there's no tomorrow

Where you find sadness i find sorrow

Nobody knows but it always shows

I think i'm losing my mind but that's the way that it goes

And it's fine, all those lies

I can see the truth lies in your eyes

So i guess we are through

You did to me what i did to you

I don't need your sympathy

Cause you don't mean that much to me

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I'm not knocking your want to carry that home

Took it with you when you moved and got it broke

Found the pieces, we counted them all alone

Didn't add up, forgot to carry a zero

I can't be your apologist very long

I'm surprised that you'd want to carry that on

Count your blemishes you can't they're all gone

I can't see your response putting them back on

Like they're waiting for your guard to fall

So they can see it all

And you're so occupied with what other people are occupied with

And vice versa

And you've become what you thought was dumb

A fraction of the sum, the middle and the front

And now it's coming back hasn't come too far

I was trying to help but I guess I pushed too hard

And now we can't even touch it

Afraid it'll fall apart

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You've got the lot to burn

A shelve of pig smotherd cries

Is there a spirit that spits

Upon the exit of signs

Is anybody there

These steps keep on growing long

Bayonet trials rust propellers await

 

No

Nobody is heard

Rowing sheep smiles for the dead

Nobody is heard

An antiquated home

 

Afloat with engines on mute

Sui generis ship spined around the yard

Is anybody there

These craft only multiply

At the nape of ruins rust propellers await

 

No

Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind

Nobody is heard

Rowing sheep smile for the dead

Tansoceanic depth in this earth

 

No

Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind

Nobody is heard

Rowing sheep smile for the dead

Tansoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph

 

Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking

Counting the toll

Counting the toll

 

You've got the lot to burn

A shelve of pig smothered cries

Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs

Is anybody there

These steps keep on growing long

Bayonet trials rust propellers await

 

No

Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind

Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead

Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph

 

Carpel jets

hit the ground

Carpel jets

hit the ground

Carpel jets

hit the ground

Carpel jets

hit the ground

 

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking

Counting the toll

Counting the toll

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking

Counting the toll

Counting the toll

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It was Christmas Eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me, won't see another one

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

 

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

 

They've got cars big as bars

They've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me

 

You were handsome

You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging,

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night

 

The boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

 

You're a bum

You're a punk

You're an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God it's our last

 

 

 

 

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

 

 

I could have been someone

Well so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

 

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day

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The last one is the Pogues. The other two... I have no idea.

 

Try this one...

 

heavens thrash fixation turning mass direction

having a relationship without guilt mass direction

off and away hazy circles round the eyes

so long how long hate disease

heavens thrash its a vacant scathing vapor

ancient role play downward shores of pluto

heavens thrash dusty crircles flys the by ways of

the mind mass direction flower cauldren answer

brew to mystify hate disease downward

shores of pluto sure all right

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you don't know what you've put me through

it's okay, i've forgiven you

but in some way, hope it fucks with you

hope it fucks with you

 

[pre-chorus]

that i'm okay and i've made it through

but who's to say what you're going through

i'll say no names, though i've wanted to

isn't it strange how it seems like...

 

[chorus]

yesterday, a boy and already afraid

locked deep inside, my place to hide

to hide from how you made me feel

and i wonder how's your brother

did he end up fucked up like me?

lost in himself, crying for help it's safe to say

i learned to live without a pride

just a shell, with me stuck on the inside

a prison, not a place to hide

not a place to hide

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Originally posted by TURBOCAPSLOK

You've got the lot to burn

A shelve of pig smotherd cries

Is there a spirit that spits

Upon the exit of signs

Is anybody there

These steps keep on growing long

Bayonet trials rust propellers await

 

No

Nobody is heard

Rowing sheep smiles for the dead

Nobody is heard

An antiquated home

 

Afloat with engines on mute

Sui generis ship spined around the yard

Is anybody there

These craft only multiply

At the nape of ruins rust propellers await

 

No

Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind

Nobody is heard

Rowing sheep smile for the dead

Tansoceanic depth in this earth

 

No

Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind

Nobody is heard

Rowing sheep smile for the dead

Tansoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph

 

Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking

Counting the toll

Counting the toll

 

You've got the lot to burn

A shelve of pig smothered cries

Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs

Is anybody there

These steps keep on growing long

Bayonet trials rust propellers await

 

No

Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind

Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead

Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph

 

Carpel jets

hit the ground

Carpel jets

hit the ground

Carpel jets

hit the ground

Carpel jets

hit the ground

 

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking

Counting the toll

Counting the toll

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking

Counting the toll

Counting the toll

 

 

Drunkship of Lanterns by Mars Volta

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I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent

and in the morning there is nothing left but what's inside of me.

And I don't want to die tonight; will you believe in me?

And I don't want to fall into the light.

Will you wish upon?

Will you walk upon me?

I don't want to die tonight.

Will you.

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Ok, can you classic rock heads out there give me a hand?

 

"I like to party sometimes untill 4, its hard to leave when you can't find the door"

 

This is driving me crazy. I've heard this song so many times, but I can't seem to put my finger on the name, artist, or any other lyrics in the song. Google didn't work either. So any one know?

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name this song, if you cant then i have much sympathy for you

 

 

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

 

[Chorus:]

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

 

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

 

[Chorus:]

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

 

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

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someone please enlighten me with the name of this song and or the person who did it, the hook i believe goes:

 

"will you be my bodygaur, i will be you long lost friend"

 

someone told me it was simon and garfunkel, but im thinking not

 

again, this is not my genre of music i just happen to like this song,

 

any worth while answers are much appreciated

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