The Dirt Whispered |
Rise Against - The Dirt WhisperedShe got down on hands and knees, One ear against the ground,Holding her breath to hear something, But the dirt made not a sound tonightEchoes of songs still lurk on di... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 12:03:00 GMT |
The Lawrence Arms - Like a Record Player |
I'm like a record playerI keep goin' roundwith a needle in my armmaking someone else's soundand lately I've been dreamingof blue and empty skiesbut nothing like that evercrosses red and weary eyesI've... Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 23:56:00 GMT |
Long road to Ruin |
Here now don't make a soundSay have you heard the news today?One flag was taken downTo raise another in its placeA heavy cross you bearA stubborn heart remains unchangedNo home, no life, no loveNo str... Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 20:59:00 GMT |
Retrospective |
Like many children, I spent my youth dreaming of the world outside my metaphorical window. I'd spend hours wishing that, like Clark Kent, I was only pretending to be average, and in rea... Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 13:35:00 GMT |
Phenomenal |
(Out of time...)Doc, I'm dying, I'm feeling compromised (feeling compromised)and so dehumanized (and so dehumanized)I lost my final fight to disease, I feel that this is where it endsI need that... Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
From my head to my stereo to your screen |
Social Distortion - Angel's Wings
You say you're down on your luckHey baby It's a long, long way upHold back now, hold back your fearsYou say you're really down and outAnd you feel like there's... Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 17:39:00 GMT |
Fenris |
I found myself staring at my computer screen just a moment ago, and when I tried to capture the drifting thoughts, it was the brief image of the Apocalypse wolf that sprung to mind.
I've had, for a li... Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 22:30:00 GMT |
If I had a clever title, it would go here... |
I think Iggy Pop's version of this song is the greatest ever, and if you disagree, you can fall face-first down a long flight of stairs and onto a pile of used heroin needles.
________________________... Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 19:58:00 GMT |
A call to arms, or an anthem for the lonely... |
To everyone who's ever loved someone they couldn't have.
To everyone who's ever spent endless nights waiting by the phone, or the door, or the window.
To everyone who's never been looked at by the one... Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 21:13:00 GMT |
From Yesterday |
He's a stranger to someAnd a vision to noneHe can never get enough,Get enough of the oneFor a fortune he'd quitBut it's hard to admitHow it ends and beginsOn his face is a map of the world(A map of th... Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 20:31:00 GMT |