Post by The Prophet on Sept 8, 2005 19:30:33 GMT
1: okay, I believe you but my tommy gun Dont
-Brand New
I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget.
I am all you've ever wanted.
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told. I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems.
Shelter from cold. We're never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out.
I wish I knew.
I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they're there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.
We're consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... in us.
Oh, were so c-c-c-contraversial.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth. We are the best at
what we do.
And these are the words you wish you wrote down.
This is the way you wish your voice sounds.
Handsome and smart.
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.
And it's all from watching TV.
And from speeding up my breathing.
Wouldn't stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.
You're holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love.
Oh, so let it go.
We're consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe...
We're consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... in us.
This is the craze only we can bestow.
This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the battle.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you're alone.
This is the reason you fall.
We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe...
We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... in us.
2. Sic Trans Gloria... Glory Fades
-Brand New
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it.
Shake from head to toe and the left hand does the show me around.
Quickens your heartbeat. It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch. Unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle the taste of. It used to be the reason that I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights. This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time", he said. She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels...like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for sse...
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself.
The tickle the taste of.
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself.
The tickle the taste of.
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
3. St. Jimmy -Green Day
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!
-Brand New
I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget.
I am all you've ever wanted.
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told. I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems.
Shelter from cold. We're never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out.
I wish I knew.
I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they're there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.
We're consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... in us.
Oh, were so c-c-c-contraversial.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth. We are the best at
what we do.
And these are the words you wish you wrote down.
This is the way you wish your voice sounds.
Handsome and smart.
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.
And it's all from watching TV.
And from speeding up my breathing.
Wouldn't stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.
You're holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love.
Oh, so let it go.
We're consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe...
We're consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... in us.
This is the craze only we can bestow.
This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the battle.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you're alone.
This is the reason you fall.
We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe...
We're consentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe... in us.
2. Sic Trans Gloria... Glory Fades
-Brand New
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it.
Shake from head to toe and the left hand does the show me around.
Quickens your heartbeat. It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch. Unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle the taste of. It used to be the reason that I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights. This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time", he said. She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels...like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for sse...
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself.
The tickle the taste of.
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself.
The tickle the taste of.
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
3. St. Jimmy -Green Day
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!
There are singers more then double his age