This is our Music from A Bachelors Den
- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten. A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & it sounds just like this.
This is the sound of someone losing the plot - making out that they're okay when they're not.
You're gonna like it, but not a lot & the chorus goes like this:

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
A monkey's built a house on your back. You can't get anyone to come in the sack
& here comes another panic attack.
Oh here we go again.

So now you know the words to our song,
pretty soon you'll all be singing along.
When you're sad, when you're lonely & it all turns out wrong.
When you've got the fear.
& when you're no longer searching for beauty or love - just some kind of life with the edges taken off.
When you can't even define what it
is that you are frightened of
this song will be here.

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
If you ever get that chimp off your back. If you ever find the thing that you lack but you know you're only having a laugh
& here we go again.

wohooo!


I said I’d die for you
Or was it in my head
I took you down on ouzo
And now I think I’d rather see you dead

hello, i love you

POKE AND DESTROY!!!
POKE AND DESTROY!!!
POKE AND DESTROY!!!
I'M A BOY! I WANNA POKE AND DESTROY!!!

POKE AND DESTROY!!!
POKE AND DESTROY!!!
POKE AND DESTROY!!!
I'M A BOY! I WANNA POKE AND DESTROY!!!

i got bitches in the living room gettin it onnnn

No one will ever love you honestly
No one will ever love you for your honesty

Monkey whore showed the pregnant girl the door
For something that she saw underneath the bed
She says it's the devil that she saw
In the mirror that she swore at and smashed into pieces

Now the flowers in the teapot have all died
Just like the child, or was that just in her mind?
And she says that her heart is growing cold
And the window will not close; perhaps she'll put a spell on you
Perhaps she'll put a spell on you

Je t'adore
Mais tous les jours
La pluie tombent plus dur

Are you still bowling around after dark
Blowing your hope and your smoke in the rain?
I lit a little fire off your chimney spark
And I knew then I would never see you naked again

The whole world is our playground
The whole world is our playground
Take the night by the hand
And set it on fire again

If I hear this song on the radio
I swear I'll go out of my mind
I try not to think about it all every minute or so
But they - they sold you as a prize

The whole world is our playground
The whole world is our playground
Take the night by the hand
And set it on fire again

The kitchen light is too bright
And the light in your mind is a sin
But I know that you know
And I know that you've seen what I've seen
And it's killing me everyday

What's that song, Jammy?


What is forgiveness? It's just a dream
What is forgiveness? It's everything

The Whole World Is Our Playground - Babyshambles

http://www.tomblands.net/shakingandwithdra...0Playground.mp3

I don't wanna go to the party tonight.

Gosh, I wasn't expecting a Baby Shambles song to be good. I'll listen to it in a sec.

It is a roundabout that I can't leave
I circle for decades
Only to find obscurity
My life is haunted by young devilry

Didn't wanna go.
Didn't wanna stay.
Didn't wanna lie.
By my side.

I don't really care.
'Cause I will be there,
Swallowing my pride
Someday, I'm gonna be there.

How near, how far
How lost they are

I like that one.


Wir sind unterwegs, unterwegs zur Musik,
bis an die Grenze unsrer Physik.
Wir bringen sie zum Klingen,
sie bringt uns durcheinander,
wir verstehen sie so wenig,
wie wir uns untereinander,
denn in manchen Momenten ist sie für eine Weile
mehr als die Summe der einzelnen Teile

Wir leben von einem Glauben, der unsrer Gegenwart vorauseilt,
wir leben von einem Glauben, der unsrer Gegenwart vorauseilt,
unsrer Gegenwart vorauseilt

Gitarren, Bass,
Schlagzeug, Klavier,
Gesang, Gitarren,
Bass, Schlagzeug,
Klavier, Gesang,
Gitarren, Bass,
Schlagzeug, Klavier,
Gesang, wie 504

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners

Scientific method girl
The theorems speak to me
Microscope is in my hand
Times 1, times 2, tiiiiiiimes 3

When I clone a human being
It will want to hold my hand
When I clone a human being
It will be a member of my band.

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord.
But you don't really care for music, do you?

patrick
you see im growing
a moustache
although i know
i must ask you
does it really make me alook like a man

spongebob
being a man wich is a
tough job
hes ready to be the
best spongebob sqaurepant
working like a dog at the krusty krab

i think we hit a wall
i think we hit a pychic wal....
thats all the words i know

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah


And all I ever learn from love, you know, is how to shoot at someone who outdraws you.


That song's a bit easier to listen to if you think of 'the holy dove was mooning too' instead.

I Don't Want To Get Over You
I don't want to get over you

I guess I could take a sleeping pill
And sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through

I guess I should take Prozac, right?
And just smile all night
At somebody new

Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind
Who'd try and get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
Which is just what I'd do, if I wanted to
But I don't want to get over you

Because I don't want to get over love

I could listen to my therapist
Pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of

I could listen to all my friends
And go out again
And pretend it's enough

Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
Like I was seventeen, that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you
- The Magnetic Fields

He's at you again ray
Testing out your head space
No matter what you do
The money still loves you

You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy
You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy

Because we love you
And we respect you
Because we love you
And we respect you

You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy
You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy

He's at you again ray
He's at you again ray
He's at you again ray
Testing our head space

Walking into corners, not facing straight
I'm begging for attention in this silent space
To keep hurling out the splinters; it all starts here
Could use a little something to help me care

It looks good on you, it does
It looks good on you, it must

Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
And get the splinter out
And get the splinters out out out

I'm passing on a future for someone else
Still stuck in excuses, I can't get out
Could use a little attention to help explain...

It looks good on you, I trust
It looks good on you, it does

Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
And get the splinter out
And get the splinter out out out

Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
Has this race got too swift? Yeah, we all walk away
And get the splinter out
And get the splinter out out out

What was that sound ringing around your brain?
Today was just a blur, you've got a head like a ghost train

DUSTY-Kings of Leon

Dusty and you are, dirty from chain
Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape
Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave
I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid
Now don't be afraid

(Chorus)
I'm looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying
But I can't find no place or nothing, where thrills are cheap and love is divine
Home by the river, tall grass and fields, pond of willow oak, well for to kneel
Dusty O Dusty, decision night, don't be so pretty, all laced up in white, all laced up in white

(Repeat Chorus 3x)

Where thrills are cheap, and love's divine (3x)


i have a song.

babble babble bitch bitch
reabal rebal party party
sex sex sex
and dont forget the violence
blah blah blah get you lovey dovey sad and loney
stick you stupid slogin in:
and everyone sing along

Ice
Baby
I saw your girlfriend and she's
Eating her fingers like they're just another meal
And she waits there
In the levee wash
Mixing cocktails
With a plastic-tipped cigar

I'm not so dumb, I have a thumb

Think about direction, wonder why you haven't before...

I was hoping your name comes from that song


@art chick: what is that ?


When the president talks to God


When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s' rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

POW!KAPOW!

Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts

it actually doesnt.

i just heard that song 3 days ago. i was like......damn thats cool.

That came from The Hives' Genepool Convulsions, Lea. I love that song

Uh ... I dont know it.
I'm starting to get into the Hives more. I'm not a big fan of their last album though.

And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground
And if they get me take this spike to my heart and
And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me take this spike and
You put the spike in my heart

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones
And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
You put the spike in my heart

And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me take this spike and

[Chorus]
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

And now the nightclub set the stage for this they come in pairs she said
We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there
Someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse
And someone buy me roses, and someone burned the church
We're hanging out with corpses, we're driving in this hearse
Someone save my soul tonight, please save my soul

[Chorus]

And as these days watch over time, and as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over us tonight
[x2]

I'll never let them, I'll never let them
I'll never let them hurt you not tonight
I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Struck down, before our prime
Before, you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
Can you stake me before the sun goes down?

And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
because I've seen what they look like.
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...

Every cure is someone else's disease

she blew my nose, and then she blew my mind

"Murder wears a friendly smile like the perfect end in a plastic vile. No pain."

and

"On top of spagetti, all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. It rolled off the table and onto the floor. And then my poor meatball, it rolled out the door."

^ I LOVE that song when you get all the verses in there like shooting the teacher...I think it is great.

Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around in the gathered rain
Well mister, if you're going to walk on water
Could you drop a line my way?

Omaha Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire Roll a new life over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain
Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water
you're only going to walk all over me

Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day, there's a young man rolling around in the earth and rain
Hey Mister, if you're going to walk on water
You know you're only going to walk all over me.

fuck the world

michael you're the boy with all the leather hips
sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips

Well, she said. I...never, never, never, never, never loved you more...With those words, I hit the ground

Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.

moonlight on the beach, sweet amphetamines,
It's only gonna make me love you more

Like a warm drink, it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here, on my own
Later on, you can spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

He is drinking water from the faucet from the river
From the tributary it comes through rusted pipes
Outside his window he sees the water that's supposed to be clean
By the chemicals polluted by the candy factory lines
Someplace on the edge of town
Someplace on the edge of town
Is where they live --
Political scientists

So now she is crawling on her hands and her knees
She is dirtying her jeans choking on her own perfume
With a pen she writes below the sink in someone's restaurant
This place is inconvenient for my name
She forgets to write it anyway
She forgets to write it anyway
The government supplies the cocaine
Political scientists
There's no guarantees
There's no guarantees
There's no guarantees

Banging hard upon a crooked drum
She feels them tearing down Salvation Army houses back in Michigan
Her husband's divorced but he treats her that way of course
Because he needs her just like he needs medicine
She forgets to write him anyway
She forgets to write him anyway
What's red and white and nearly over
Political scientist
Political scientist
Political scientist
There's no guarantees
There's no guarantees
There's no guarantees

A neon light is seen above every average teen.
A sign spelling out a word that none of us has heard.
Fourteen bucks today and I get a new life tommorow
a new product rejects unhappy moments and sorrow.
I'll take this one and that one and then some more.
I'll use a piece of paper and the almighty pen - here we go again.
A voice inside of me says insufficiency how come it worked out for you?
I better try something new.
Not satisfied just yet - wanna recieve and get.
I believe that word my inner voiceis never left unheard.

every moral has a story, and every story has an end

..it rolled down the pavement and under a bush. And now my poor meatball, is nothing but mush.

Take your chances, turn around and go.