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Du befindest dich in der Kategorie: lyrics Samstag, 09. Juni 2007
putting holes in happiness
The sky was blonde like her
it was a day to take the child out back and shoot it. I could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery head she had dirty word witchcraft I was in the deep end of her skin. Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck but I knew it was a horrid tragedy. Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear. Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins. At least my death wish will come true. You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday. I should have picked the photograph it lasted longer than you. Putting holes in happiness. We'll paint the future black if it needs any color. My death sentence is a story who'll be digging when you finally let me die? The romance of our assassination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde. But the grass is greener here and I can see all of your snakes. You wear your ruins well please run away with me to hell. Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins. At least my death wish will come true. You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday. I should have picked the photograph it lasted longer than you. marilyn manson
Montag, 28. Mai 2007
...the bird and the worm...
He wears his heart safely pinned to his backpack
the used
...weak and powerless...
Tilling my own grave to keep me level
Jam another dragon down the hole Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren One that pushes me along and leaves me so Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China White as Dracula as I approach the bottom Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Little angel go away Come again some other day The devil has my ear today I'll never hear a word you say He Promised I would find a little solace And some piece of mind Whatever just as long as I don't feel so Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you a perfect circle
...after all these years...
breathe in the night silverchair
Sonntag, 25. März 2007
...naive...
I'm not saying it is your fault
Although you could have done more Oh you're so naive yes so How could this be done Your such a smiling sweetheart Oh and your sweet and pretty face In such an ugly way Something so beautiful But everytime I look inside I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me I may say it's your fault Cause I know you could have done more Oh you're so naive yet so How could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart Oh and your sweet and pretty face In such an ugly way something so beautiful But everytime I look inside I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it may be She's still out to get me How could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart Oh you're so naive yes so Such an ugly thing Someone so beautiful And everytime you're on his side I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it maybe she's still out to get me And I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false it maybe she's still out to get me Just don't let me down Just don't let me down Hold on to your kite Just don't let me down Just don't let me down Hold on to your kite Just don't let me down Just don't let me down Hold on to this kite Just don't let me down the kooks
...cut the curtains...
My girl you're so hot when you walk you melt snow
And now the disco has finally grown old Let's buy back our souls So let's see we've got five bucks between you and me My mental dishes are finally clean So cleared are we Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Intermission's a mission on it's own Intermission's a mission on it's own Now here seems our wax wings have melted away And we've only been here for one day My faith fades away So don't be a gray cloud when there's none in the sky We found there's no hidden treasure to find At least we tried Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Intermission's a mission on it's own Intermission's a mission on it's own Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold There is no doubt, you throw your inbox out Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Intermission's a mission on it's own Intermission's a mission on it's own Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold billy talent
...lies...
Forced conversation
Hidden agenda You think we're stupid, how dare you The rug has not been pulled Over our eyes you fool We can see right through Tip-toeing villian Eyes in the ceiling Your false intentions have warn thin But we've been in your room and in your closet too We've got one on you Lies make it better Lies are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies Inside an office, a fallen angel A smiling Buddha with snake eyes Creates the latest trends And i just cant pretend Dont call me your friend When all these Lies make it better Lies are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies they make it better Lies they are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed LIES! Lies will come back to hunt you Bulletproof your limosine Lies will come back to haunt you Hit and run, a broken dream Lies make it better Lies are forever Lies to go home to Lies to wake up to Lies from the altar Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies they make it better Lies they are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies billy talent
...can´t help falling in love...
Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too for I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too for I can't help falling in love with you for I can't help falling in love with you elvis presley
...try honesty...
Well I tripped, I fell down naked
billy talent
Donnerstag, 25. Januar 2007
...pins and needles...
Never understood how she could,
Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities How did I ever let you go? Questioning her good intention Jealousy's a bad invention When you push on glass, it's bound to break Even when she was defensive, It just gave me more incentive The more you squeeze, the more it slips away I never walked so far on a lonely street With no-one there for me Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities How did I ever let you go? Accept this confession! ...I'm walking on pins and needles You're not my possession! ...I'm walking on pins and needles My conscience is vicious! ...I'm walking on pins and needles And I'm begging forgiveness! ...I'm walking on pins and needles I never walked so far on a lonely street, With no one there for me It took too long to see her in misery And now it's clear to me That it's worth the pain, always take the blame For all your own insecurities How did I ever let you go? billy talent
...follow the cops back home...
The call to arms was never true placebo
...burn the evidence...
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury Sedan
And for his next monthly installment, He's gonna go out with a bang! Boy who always did what he was told, Was promised to be king when he was old Hit the brakes, hit the glass, Time to shake the hands of fate The mistakes of the past, Flashed before his face There is a man, intensive care When he awakes he will declare, "I've been dead for 20 years! I won't let 20 more go by..." Boy who always did what he was told, Bought the only dream that he was sold Hit the brakes, Hit the glass, Time to shake the hands of fate The mistakes of the past, Flashed before his face Burn the evidence... of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence... of all these things, That pull my spirit down Burn the evidence... of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence... of all these things, That pull my spirit down Ever feel like you've been cheated, Following what they believe? Don't shake the hands of fate, Don't shake the hands of fate Ever feel like you've been cheated, Following what they believe? Don't shake the hands of fate, There's no more time to waste! Burn the evidence... of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence... of all these things That pull my spirit down Burn the evidence... of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence... of all these things, That pull my spirit down Burn the evidence! Burn the evidence! Burn the evidence! Don't shake the hands of fate Burn the evidence! Burn the evidence! Burn the evidence! There's no more time to waste! billy talent
...sympathy...
A slap in the face,
And I can't erase, These things that you say, Don't make it all okay, it's not okay When push comes to shove, I'll put on the gloves, Intentions are cruel, I ain't nobody's fool you know It hurts, my pride, step aside, 'Cause I don't need your... Sympathy Won't get the best of me! Misery That's what you're giving me! Sympathy It's just like trickery! Breaking me down A fistful of lies, Dressed up in disguise, And make no mistake, I know they're all so fake, they're all so fake My self-righteous friend, I just can't pretend, Your words are the truth, Sincere only when they suit you It hurts, my pride, step aside, 'Cause I don't need your... Sympathy! Won't get the best of me Misery! That's what your giving me Sympathy! It's just like trickery Breaking me down Sympathy Won't get the best of me! Misery This shit is killing me! Sympathy It's just like trickery! Breaking me down Breaking me down Sympathy! Won't get the best of me Misery! That's what your giving me Sympathy! It's just like trickery Breaking me down Sympathy Won't get the best of me! Misery This shit is killing me! Sympathy It's just like trickery! Breaking me down Breaking me down Breaking me down billy talent
...this suffering...
Like a target drawn across my chest,
She’s a bullet in Russian Roulette You said you’d never turn your back on me? Rescue me! Rescue me! Would you stand by me, or bury me? Bury me! Why don’t we end this lie? I can’t pretend this time I need a friend to find, My broken mind, before it falls to pieces… This suffering! Every time, You tried to leave me blind You’ll never close my eyes, You’ll never close my eyes and watch me die! And when she spins the bottle round and round, Every time it leaves me gagged and bound You said you’d never turn your back on me? Rescue me! Rescue me! Would you stand by me, or bury me? Bury me! Why don’t we end this lie? I can’t pretend this time I need a friend to find, My broken mind, before it falls to pieces… This suffering! Every time, You tried to leave me blind You’ll never close my eyes, You’ll never close my eyes and watch me die! Misery, won’t get the best of me ‘Cause now I’m calling, yes I’m calling on your bluff Misery, won’t get the best of me ‘Cause now I’m calling, yes I’m calling on your bluff Throw down the cards, I’ve had enough! Why don’t we end this lie? I can’t pretend this time I need a friend to find, My broken mind, before it falls to pieces… This suffering! Every time, You tried to leave me blind You’ll never close my eyes, You’ll never close my eyes and watch me die! billy talent
Freitag, 12. Januar 2007
...try again...
I fell asleep on a late night train
keane
Freitag, 22. Dezember 2006
...totally alright...
I read about you now everyday
don't you worry, it's ok I wrote it all down in my snow white iBook come on over and have a look you spread the news about the situation it's on the papers and the tv stations I ride in planes and cars and trains all night Don't you worry I'm totally alright I thougt I was right up your street now we're less than strangers when we meet it's alright I was only pleading I was not in love - just in love with the feeling maybe these words are more or less just a product of my loneliness enjoy the view when I'm out of sight don't you worry I'm toally alright could it be that you're not as cool as you are beautiful could it be that you're not as cool as you are beautiful I read about you now every night don't you worry I'm totally alright could it be that you're not as cool as you are beautiful ohhhh! ian o'brien-docker
Freitag, 27. Oktober 2006
...this is how i disappear...
To un-explain the unforgivable drain all the blood and give the kids a show
by streetlight this dark night a séance down below, there´s things that I have done you never, should never know and without you is how I disappear and live my life alone forever now and without you is how I disappear and live my life alone forever now who walks among the famous living dead drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed and if you could talk to me tell me if it´s so that all the good girls go to heaven well heaven knows and without you is how I disappear and live my life alone forever now and without you is how I disappear and live my life alone forever now can you hear me cry out to you? words I thought I´d choke on figure out I´m really not so with you anymore, I´m just a ghost so I can´t hurt you anymore so I can´t hurt you anymore and now you wanna see how far down I can sink? let me go! so you can well now so you can I´m so far away from you - well know so you can and without you is how I disappear and without you is how I disappear Forever, forever now
...cancer...
Turn away
my chemical romance
Mittwoch, 25. Oktober 2006
... hurt ...
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
Christina Aguilera
Samstag, 23. September 2006
... im taxi weinen ...
na dann herzlichen Glückwunsch
noch ein ganz kleines Stück Jungs das böse fiese Leben erdrückt uns Ich mein: hat nichts zu bedeuten, kostet halt nur Leben meins, deins, seins - ich würd mal sagen von jedem es ist auch nur die Angst, die bellt, wenn ein Königreich zerfällt in ziemlich genau zwei gleich große Teile past und present future und Selbstmitleid für alle und jeder bringt sich selbst allein nach haus und fast vernünftig aber raus die kuh vom eis und was es heißt, ab jetzt wird eingetauscht das Gegenteil von gut ist gut gemeint in Empfindsamkeit vereint ein befindlichkeitsfixierter Aufstand hetero und männlich, blass und arm weil wir bleiben wie wir waren und "Feuer frei und weiteratmen" das gute Wissen ist nicht billig zwischen "...glaub ich nicht..." und "...will ich..." das ist lustig wie ein Grab ist man jetzt, wo man nicht mehr high ist, froh dass es vorbei ist? der Tag an dem wir uns "we're gonna live forever" auf die Oberschenkel tätowierten, war der Tag, an dem wir wussten, die Dinge, die wir sehen, und die Dinge, die wir wollen, sind 2 Paar Schuhe. nur bitte was für ein Verständnis von Erkennen und Erkenntnis, wenn ich sage: "Geld allein macht auch nicht glücklich. aber irgendwie schon besser, im Taxi zu weinen als im HVV-Bus, oder nicht?" und wer hält was er verspricht, wenn er nicht glaubt was er sagt? ich hab zuerst gefragt! das Gegenteil von gut ist gut gemeint in Empfindsamkeit vereint ein befindlichkeitsfixierter Aufstand hetero und männlich, blass und arm weil wir bleiben wie wir waren und "Feuer frei und weiteratmen" das gute Wissen ist nicht billig zwischen "...glaub ich nicht..." und "...will ich..." das ist lustig wie ein Grab ist man jetzt, wo man nicht mehr high ist, froh dass es vorbei ist, froh dass es vorbei ist, froh dass es vorbei ist??? kettcar
... when you were young ...
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now - here he comes He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young Can we climb this mountain I don't know Higher now than ever before I know we can make it if we take it slow Let's take it easy Easy now, watch it go We're burning down the highway skyline On the back of a hurricane that started turning When you were young When you were young And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live When you were young They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet You don't have to drink right now But you can dip your feet Every once in a little while You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now here he comes He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young (He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagine) When you were young I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But more than you'll ever know the killers
Freitag, 18. August 2006
...how many times how many lies...
They would try to tell me something
Oh, but I was hearing nothing When they said you was just playing me I didn't listen I didn't want to You couldn't find a blinder fool I'm here Searching through the wreckage Wondering why the message never go through And I found I was placed on my faith How could I put my faith in you? How many times? How many lies? How long you been sneaking? How long you been creeping around? How many lies? How many times? Were you here deceiving When I was here believing in you I gotta put the blame on myself Should've known with everyone else Just knowing they knew you was just bad news I should've walked out (I should've walked out) I should've stayed clear (I should've stayed clear) I'm glad your sad ass is out of here I've gone and thrown out all the records All the ones that ever reminded me of you I've gone and tore up all the pictures 'Cause there was not one shred of truth How many times? How many lies? How long you been sneaking? How long you been creeping around? How many lies? How many times? Were you here deveiving When I was here believing in you There were so many times There were so many lies I don't know why I stayed on you There were so many days There were so many games I should've thrown your sad ass out But now the game is through I'll never trust in you I've finally got wise I opened up my eyes Your game is over I've gone and thrown out all the records All the ones that ever reminded me of you I've gone and tore up all the pictures 'Cause there was not one shred of truth How many times? How many lies? How long you been sneaking? How long you been creeping around? How many lies? How many times? Were you here deveiving When I was here believing in you How many times? How many lies? How long you been sneaking? How long you been creeping around? How many lies? How many times? Were you here deveiving When I was here believing in you I opened up my eyes Oh Yeah pussycat dolls
Samstag, 15. Juli 2006
...unfaithful...
Story of my life
rihanna
Freitag, 07. Juli 2006
...flames...
close your eyes
vast
Mittwoch, 05. Juli 2006
...a place called home...
Well, it's not hard to see
kim richey
Dienstag, 04. Juli 2006
...touched...
touched
vast ... (genialer song, man achte auf den text) ...
Montag, 03. Juli 2006
...love to let you down...
Willing to start again,
life of agony
...concrete bad...
The world's locked up in your head
You've been pouring in a concrete bed Your habits ossified You don't realize you're fried, so fried To find someone you love You gotta be someone you love The reason's somewhere in the timber It takes years till it sinks in You've used up the easy streets, And you lost your taste for treats You're so fried To find someone you love You gotta be someone you love Stay high if you have to Do whatever it asks you You got another calling Don't let it pass you You know it cause you wrote it You just didnt think you'd actually do it It's just another wish you wished in a very long list To find someone you love You gotta be someone you love To find someone you love You gotta call your own bluff nada surf
...our sick story...
When We Danced So Preceded
Laid Deep In Simples Deep In Hate I See Your Face I See Your Face And It Tears Me Tears Me Up My Mouth Is Full Of Love My Head Is Held In Shame When You Kiss Me Do You Still Taste Or Are You Thinking Of Are You Thinking Of Me With Your Lips Pressed Tightly Up Against His Skin Does Your Body Still Scream My Name x2 Hold Your Breath To Keep In Trapped With Secrets Til You Die To Come Through With Guilt So Your Blood Is Filled When I See The Blood Worth Coming Would I Check Out The Blood Even If I Was Dead You Would Never Be On The Fucking Top When You Kiss Me
Do You Still Taste Or Are You Thinking Of Are You Thinking Of Me With Your Lips Pressed Tightly Up Against His Skin Does Your Body Still Scream My Name Can You Take It While I Fake It Press Your Heart Fuck Your Heart When You Kiss Me
Do You Still Taste Or Are You Thinking Of Are You Thinking Of Me With Your Lips Pressed Tightly Up Against His Skin Does Your Body Still Scream My Name Press Your Heart Fuck Your Heart
atreyu
Dienstag, 27. Juni 2006
...scars...
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
papa roach
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