Going, Go In, Gone. Leaving, Leave In, Left. |
She can't knowwhat tomorrow will holdshe'll go go goand find her soul.She'll take all the things she see'sand take everyplace she's beenSing a song about the journey, everything that's brought her her... Posted by The Art of Noise on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 01:39:00 PST |
A primal release. |
In the end all the devil's men will gather around like fools to a fire.Salute the flag like a good christian, hand above your heart, "god bless America."
(Mexican accent)
"God bless us A god bless us ... Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 12:09:00 PST |
Game time |
I say, "everything is fine today, even though the skys are gray."The losers are the ones that don't play. and I say, "when you gonna walk away, I know it's going to be someday."The losers are the ones... Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 09:15:00 PST |
Art of noise |
Let's get dosed upLet's paint a pictureThem old dead boysGot the art of noise.
Let's get dosed upLet's paint a picture Them old dead boysGot the art of noise.
There's a cupcake on the sn... Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 08:01:00 PST |
Jodioly |
You cracked your head on the dockyou never recovered from that.Now learning again how to talk.
I know how dreams can let you downI've had a few rude awakenings myself.
You've got to learn to live with... Posted by The Art of Noise on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 02:18:00 PST |
Ohhu |
Hold my hand, walk with me.Take my hand, dance with me.
Take me downdown to the water cause I need a drink.take me downmy lips are parched and I'll take anything. Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:01:00 PST |
Calling All Flakes |
Every color has a soundShe's been to hell she's been around.What goes up might never come down.When she goes up she might never come down.
They've been calling all flakesIn these demon days.
He knew d... Posted by The Art of Noise on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:22:00 PST |
Sister Margaret |
In the graveyard liesSister Margaret.Barely born before she died,When her mother wept.
If she were here todayI swear she'd sing with me.Sing to the rain.Sing to the sea.
Oh how her voice would carry.H... Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 08:53:00 PST |