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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:02:32 GMT -5
Jailhouse Payback - Nojrelias
The feeling when you're singing to an empty room interrupting dinner with your chords gentlemen, could you please turn it down?
The feeling when you play a song for your true love and she says that this one's really good but talks over the best part, the complicated bridge
Nojrelias, we'll keep on trying 50's the new 40 I've heard Nojrelias, it's not science Not everyone was built to please a crowd.
The feeling of a perfect tune on your guitar Recording your idea to a click When you try to sing some words to finish it You realize you've written "Yesterday" again
Nojrelias, we'll keep on trying 50's the new 40 I've heard Nojrelias, it's not science Not everyone was built to please a crowd.
Nojrelias! Nojrelias! Yeah!
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:03:42 GMT -5
Army Defense - Splyng
Pick up your shovels gear your screw shoes were shipping up tonight blast to the moons will dig for the state no space for doubt the mines of kron need hollowing out
what can calm the belly what can calm the mind only a glass of pure filtered splyng from the craters where i swam as a child
Scoops to the green sand of krons asteroid booglets and birtlys pulled from the inside payman gives bones so I can afford A bottle of splyng from the company store
Sweet dreams await after one mighty sip splying on the tongue now splying on my lips splyng to my belly by way of my throat now splyng through my body splyng head to toe
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:04:22 GMT -5
Ryan M. Brewer - Mareno (The Biggest Little Casino On The Seven Seas)
Mareno - when the captain's clock strikes Three, oh. And there's no where left to drink, oh... but a deep and dark marine casino... that's a feeling called mareno.
There's a seedy side of sailing, take your seven sins across the seven seas. That cruise ship siren's wailing, "The devil's satisfaction's guaranteed". In the devil's house, the first chip's always free.
They're closing down the pool bar - there's a pitch black gale a howlin' from the east. Your conscience is a dying north star - flickering with every whiskey neat. The girl on your mind's just seventeen.
The buffet's just a ghost town - grape stem tumbleweeds are rollin' deep. The soft-serve machine sounds like gnashing teeth. There's a melted chocolate puddle underneath. That dark and twisted shape begins to creep.
The full moon finds you alone. The ship creaks and moan like an old foreclosed home. You find a gold and crimson stairwell - 6 flights of 6 steps a piece. Each banister's a 6 foot sword and sheath that cuts you down to the belly of the beast.
Now, there be a deep morose shade of blue what cannot be felt by the soul of a land-locked dirt-dweller. Ye, though, out where the fathoms know no bounds... on the business end of a shallow rum and jagged rocks... Abandon all dignity, ye who enter here... for this... be mareno!
The dealer laps a forked tongue and draws you to his russian roulette wheel. He grins a greasy grin, he loads the pill of sin, and he pulls the trigger of a windy spin. His eyes spark like neon, says "the house always wins".
It felt just like dyin' as the liquor found your spleen... like the sound of your mother cryin'... you bet it all on red 17...
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:05:31 GMT -5
Ominous Ride - Wrenchion di Gnausque
It seems my will has been broken You succeeded in wearing me down The dream that I thought we'd be living Has slowly been turned inside out Becoming my wrenchion di gnausque
I try in vain to remember When your lips were as warm as your heart The song in your voice, now a dissonant noise That is tearing my wrenchion apart I was destined di gnausque from the start
Wrenchion di gnausque Every day Wrenchion di gnausque
And I pray to the heavens That the stress is just a temporary thing And someday, I will see a peaceful wrenchion once again As I pour another drink Wrenchion di gnausque
I can hear the sound of your breathing But your body is facing the wall You flinch when I touch your shoulder And the darkness di gnausque soon befalls Can I salvage this wrenchion at all?
Wrenchion di gnausque Every day Wrenchion di gnausque
And I pray to the heavens That your words are just a temporary phase And the days will be free From all your concentrated hate But you just won't go away Wrenchion di gnausque
I find the words to confront you You admit that you're working things out We kiss and we laugh like we did in the past And the evening assuages my doubts But the next day is wrenchion di gnausque
And I pray to the heavens That the stress is just a temporary thing And someday, I will see a peaceful wrenchion once again
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:06:39 GMT -5
Brian Gray - St Wendigo's Day
Who asks for more, ye strong and proud? Who seeks to hedge against all odds, And shrink amidst a growing crowd as we sit dining with the gods? If in honour to delight be a sin then let me sin. Seize a life, take a bite, and feel the juices stain your chin. Let idle men be covetous whiles any speaks that fought with us
On St. Wendigo’s Day, a battle cry so chantable. On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”, Because we can.
Anticipate the flowing nectar of our names in voices awed: Gollum, Grendel, Bateman, Lechter, Mrs. Lovett, Sweeney Todd. In seasons hence he will recall who stands with this fraternal band What feats he did and claims withal to which he hath affixed his brand. Then will he prove his spoils aheaped and thus proclaim “These cuts I reaped
“On St. Wendigo’s Day, the day our flag stands plantable." On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”, Because we can.
[Instrumental Break]
On St. Wendigo’s Day, hematic wine decantable. On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”, On St. Wendigo’s Day, all heaven’s favors grantable. On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”, Because we can.
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:07:20 GMT -5
Zoe Gray - Lullaburbia
the streets all look the same they’re lit with cotton candy sunsets and who’s the one to blame that all the kids smoke cigarettes and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a dangerous game and oh-me, oh-my, i guess it’s all the same
i like the way the trees look just like skeletons in winter they hollow in the breeze caress the air and leave it splintered and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a heavenly fall and oh-me, oh-my, you’re left with nothing at all
lullaburbia where you sleep with your eyes open just to feel awake lullaburbia where you sleep with your eyes open just to get a break lullaburbia where the kids run wild away from your mistakes lullaburbia where you sleep through your life and you take, take, take
the diner tastes so good but something’s rotten in the store room you look so pretty dear but something’s dark behind the costume and, oh-me, oh-my, we’ve been here for so long and oh-me, oh-my, can’t you tell something’s wrong
i like the way the teenage heartaches seem to linger i like the way that midnight wraps you round her little finger and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a heavenly scheme and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a dangerous dream
lullaburbia where you sleep with your eyes open just to feel awake lullaburbia where you sleep with your eyes open just to get a break lullaburbia where the kids run wild away from your mistakes lullaburbia where you sleep through your life and you take, take, take
i like the way it’s so familiar and at once so strange i like the eerie way these streets just never seem to change and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a heavenly shape and oh-me, oh-my, i just want to escape
lullaburbia where you sleep with your eyes open just to feel awake lullaburbia where you sleep with your eyes open just to get a break lullaburbia where the kids run wild away from your mistakes lullaburbia where you sleep through your life and you take, take, take
lullaburbia lullaburbia lullaburbia
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:08:18 GMT -5
Kyleen Downes - Pondle
Pondle Verse 1 C F When the lights go dim I go out a pondling Eb Bb C Engaging in some head talk, shuffling down the sidewalk C F You can’t really see when your heads going, you’ve pondled before but nothing to show for it Eb Bb C Yet this sunset, is calling your name
Pre Chorus Am G F When you have nowhere to be Am G F Why don’t you go out and think Am G F There is peace in its simplicity Am G Maybe not having is the…
Chorus C F Bb G Key to change what your life needs C F Ambiguous as it seems Bb G C There’s no searching for its meaning in you.
Verse 2 C F When I just sit it doesn’t quite capture the mood of the thoughts
It’s not the same rapture as Eb Bb C When I pondle along down the road C There’s nothing to gain but there’s nothing to lose F You pondle because it’s something to do Eb Bb Any more than that and you’ve lost the concept.
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:09:01 GMT -5
Bryan Schumann - oblagetauta agmepulot
oblagetauta agmepulot Without human can Earth survive? We are made from the same star stuff. We are one with each other and one with the Earth. When we disrespect each other and disrespect our mother we always end up hurting the ONE that is US. oblagetauta agmepulot Without human can Earth survive? With a world made for living and breathing we are all alone together on this tiny, little speck of dust. Can we learn that endless growth is unsustainable? Can we heal our fractured Gaia and heal the ONE that is US? The water’s rising quickly and there’s no life boat in sight… oblagetauta agmepulot Without human can Earth survive?
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:09:36 GMT -5
Steve Stearns - The Ineffable Moment Of Mazoom
Sunrise slowly slakes the sleep Dawn may soon be breaking Drowning dreaming in water deep Naught for Neptune; waking
Laying languid lost in thought Adrift inside my bedroom Did I dream this, or am I awake? A moment of mazoom
Sweet Sleep, come to me Lay down in this lagoon Day blues, a ruse to run from An ineffable moment of mazoom
Mazoom is where I lie in bed Unsure of where I am I wish I didn't have to wake But I can't stay, I've got to scram
Lost in lazy reverie Before the dawn of daybreak Some dimensions we can't see Feeling of mazoom
Sweet Sleep, come to me Lay down in this lagoon Day blues, a ruse to run from An ineffable moment of mazoom
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Post by spintown on Feb 27, 2017 20:10:18 GMT -5
Rob From Amersfoort - The Ignorists
ignorance is bliss C can you believe this Em trust is overrated Ddim (borrowed chord) populism inflated Dm7
don’t care about reality C don’t care about the facts Em in this post-truth world Ddim (borrowed chord*) believe all the hacks G
the Ignorists E Bm7 the Ignorists
believe what you want to believe if you want to be deceived frame reality your way experts don't have a say
the Ignorists the Ignorists
empty vessels make the loudest noise F Dm they should talk less and listen more Am don’t believe everything you read Gdim (borrowed chord**) C common sense is not so common indeed Ddim G
the Ignorists (they rule the world now) the Ignorists (they rule the world now)
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