Saturday, April 10, 2004

Pink Floyd- One of My Turns

"Oh my God, what a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? This place is bigger than our apartment! Uh, can I get a drink of water? You want some? Wow! Look at this tub! Wanna take a bath? What're you watching? Hello? Are you feeling okay?"

Day after day
Love turns gray
Like the skin on the dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing
Is very much fun
Anymore

And I
Can
Feel
One of my turns coming on

And I
Feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a torniquet
Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would ya like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would ya like something to eat?
Would ya like ta learn to fly?
Would ya, would ya like ta see me try?

I don't know

Would ya like ta call the cops?
Do ya think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?
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I feel sick.

Which Radiohead song are you? Karma Police You talk in maths and buzz like a fridge. You're like a detuned radio. And also, her Hitler hairdo makes you feel ill.

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Which Radiohead song are you? Creep You're a creep. You're a weirdo. What the hell are you doing here? You don't belong here...

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Which Radiohead song are you? Knives Out If you'd been a dog, they would've drowned you at birth. So knives out, catch the mouse, squash his head, put him in the pot.

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Which Radiohead song are you? 2 + 2 = 5 You can scream and you can shout, it's too late now because you have not been paying attention. And apparently you're not very good at math. All hail to the thief!

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Which Radiohead song are you? Fake Plastic Trees You probably like riding around grocery stores in shopping carts. And it wears you out.

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Which Radiohead song are you? Black Star I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown. Blame it on the black star...

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Which Bob Dylan song are you? Tangled Up In Blue

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What Pink Floyd Song Are You? Comfortably Numb You're either a drug addict, or mentally unstable. Either way, you're not quite in touch with the real world. Put the needle down.

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What Pink Floyd Song Are You? Money You're materialistic, money is a top priority in your life. You enjoying stepping on other people to get to the top. In other words: You're a jerk.

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What Pink Floyd Song Are You? Have A Cigar You are successful and destined for great things. You rely heavily on teamwork. Keep up the good work.

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What Pink Floyd Song Are You? Sheep Baa. You are stupid and unaware in dangerous situations. You try to fit in with everyone else, and are constantly abused by the dogs and pigs. Keep working on that karate.

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What Pink Floyd Song Are You? In the Flesh You are a racist bigot. You hate people who are different from you. If you had your way, you'd have everyone who isn't like you shot.

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Friday, April 9, 2004

There There


You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!


How grammatically sound are you?
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See? Now it loves me.
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I Will


You are a complete and utter BASTARDIZATION
of the English tongue!


Unless this is your third language, there
is absolutely no excuse for your ignorance.
You shame us with your speech. Go back and
finish your schooling, bastard.


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That's right. I'm more genius than any of you, because I'm a complete BASTARDIZATION of the English Tongue.

I kick your asses.
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Cold Heartless Itch

For whatever stupid reason, it's not allowing me to edit my posts. I decided to tweak this poem a bit at its end, so ignore the older one, and listen to this one.

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It's 4:44
I don't know if I can take it anymore
I need to get out of this hellhole
I need to get outside
Sick of being stuck inside this sucker pulp
of skin I wear
I'm gonna shed

It's snowing outside
In April's love
She's kissing all of us
Showing us how we're slugs
Moving slow with our iron lungs
She's a real bitch from what I see
She should've stayed away from me
Should've rained down on me instead.

I cleaned this place of wood, nails, steel, and paint
I cleaned her till she felt ransacked
I smell the smell of bleach
It makes me itch
You've gotta scratch your itches
Gotta know that's what's inside
The chemicals make you fine.

I don't know anymore
I don't know anymore.
Mind's sore, heart's a whore,
hands've torn, legs feel wore,
I don't know anymore.
My spine's spineless in its lore,
my back's feeling carried with its load.
The shoulders bent to expose
the thing I carry.
I don't know anymore.
There's a tapeworm inside
He's bored deep inside
He's tearing up my insides
I don't think I can function anymore.
The tapeworm's got the floor.
I don't know anymore.
What can make it unsore?
Make it whole?
Piece its parts?
Sew the heart?

Oh hello sharp acute stab
I feel it into me
The gnats grab it now.
The insectile swarm onto me
Faceless things.

Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to see me try?
I'll end up and cry.
The failure to your eye.
Don't deny
the failure to your eye.
Don't deny
I shot myself in the thigh.
I'm not walking anymore.
I don't know anymore.

It's snowing
There's solace in this.
The strange feeling it gives exists.
April's making a storm.
She's such a bitch.
You're all
The cold heartless itch.

It's all
The cold heartless itch.
What a bitch.
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System of a Down- X

Tell the people
Tell the people they are right
Tell the people
Tell the people they are right

We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
Multiply

Show your people
Show your people how we die
Show your people
Show your people how we die

We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify

No need to nullify
No need to nullify
No need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
Nullify

We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to

Ask your people
Ask your people what is right
Ask your people
Ask your people what is right

We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply

No need to multiply
No need to multiply
No need to multiply
We don't need to multiply

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System of a Down- Sugar

The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (Sugar)
Well I'm not there all the time you know
Some people, some people, some people,
Call it insane, yeah they call it insane, (Sugar)
I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport,
With a bullet called life, yeah called life,(Sugar)
You know that every time I try to go
Where I really want to be,
It's already where I am,
Cause I'm already there? (Sugar)
The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (Sugar)
I got a gun the other day from Sako,
It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket,
Yeah, right in my pocket, (Sugar)
My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes,
And I just fucking kick her, and then she's O.K. ,she's O.K.(Sugar)
People are always chasing me down,
Trying to push my face to the ground,
Where all they really want to do,
Is suck out my mother fucking brains, my brains (Sugar)
The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray.

I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, no music,
Just anger, I've killed everyone,
I'm away forever, but I'm feeling better,
How do I feel, What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away.
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Thursday, April 8, 2004

Baba O'Riley

Which poem are you? The Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath To you, love is desperate and hateful. You're wildly passionate and wildly inventive. You're also likely to start stalking people.

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Radiohead-Creep

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world

I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't give enough
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I'm not around

You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
When I don't belong here?

She's
Running out again
She's
Running out
She'll run, run
Run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here

I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
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Pink Floyd- The Trial

Good morning worm your honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.

Call the schoolmaster!

I always said he’d come to no good
In the end, your honour.
If they’d let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.

Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
(Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy.)

You little shit, you’re in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should’ve talked to me more often than you did.
But no! you had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, worm, your honour
Him and me alone.

Baaaaaabe!
Come to mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M’lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble.
Why’d he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honour, let me take him home.

Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in. . .
(Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy.)

The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There’s no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law.
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to deficate! -- no, judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.

Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
Tear down the wall!
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