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A Song a Day
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I really want to find a bar
And mix a fear up with a friend
Plant a joke kiss on your arm
And give you skulls tattoos in pen
I want to know...
Do I dance inside your head?
Is our love star crossed?
'Cause all I feel is that I'm caught in it
I really want to go to bed
With a feeling in my chest
Like I lost again
But this time for the best
I want to know
Do I smooth your checkered past?
Does your hope float?
When you call me your last
I really hope you're on at eight
With no commercial breaks
And the sofa sinks
Underneath our doubled weight
If I love you
Like I loved you from a far
If you love me
When your skin wasn't so hard
When your skin wasn't so hard
Blue October - Hate Me
Lyrics
I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They're crawling like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride,
A nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you
Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me
Just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me?
It is I that wanted space
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah, ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
I'm sober now for three whole months,
It's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart
Is the one thing I won't touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you
For holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself,
You were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions
On things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself
When it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away
That I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart
To leave me behind
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah, ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
And with a sad heart, I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street
For every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy,
I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes crying,
And I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling,
"make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back
And shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered,
"How can you do this to me?"
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah, ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
For you
For you
For you
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. Line
But times went by, and though I tried, the money wasn't there
And bankers came and took my land, and told me "fair is fair".
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
"Hire you now," they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go!"
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum
Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone,
I'm gonna be a pirate on the river Saskatchewan.
'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Well, you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser
I rammed their ship and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer.
A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver
'Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hidin' in the bay,
I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay.
'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Well, Mountie Bob, he chased me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shoreline, 'cause he didn't own a boat,
But cutbacks were a-coming, so the Mountie lost his job
So now he's sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob.
A swinging sword, a skull-and-bones, and pleasant company,
I never pay my income tax and screw the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Sailin' down the Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you wanna reach the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!
'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Well pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here
I hear in north Alberta there's a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort McKay
And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way
Well, winter is a-coming and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime, but now I have to go
I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico.
'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Read more: Arrogant Worms - The Last Saskatchewan Pirate Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Stumbled upon this AMV this morning, got the song stuck in my head all day. It's very well made, and Alice Cooper is always good.
For some reason, the song plus the video speak to the darkness inside me. No idea why, but I can't help but sit here, grin and get lost in the darkness of my mind....I'm a sick fuck sometimes.
Beware, Video might be a trigger, just sayin.
Alice Cooper - Sex, Death and Money
When I go to the show
All I see on the screen
Is a stream of pure vulgarity
I wrote down a note
Complained for a day
To the House of Representatives
They laughed
In my face
They said Son,
You're a one-in-a-million minority
The name of the game
Is to titillate the brain
Stimulate the immorality
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry
Stuck my nose in the door
Ended up on the floor
In the middle of a nudie show
She danced on my lap
A coupla hundred dollars later
I was up on a morals rap
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry
For some reason, the song plus the video speak to the darkness inside me. No idea why, but I can't help but sit here, grin and get lost in the darkness of my mind....I'm a sick fuck sometimes.
Beware, Video might be a trigger, just sayin.
Alice Cooper - Sex, Death and Money
When I go to the show
All I see on the screen
Is a stream of pure vulgarity
I wrote down a note
Complained for a day
To the House of Representatives
They laughed
In my face
They said Son,
You're a one-in-a-million minority
The name of the game
Is to titillate the brain
Stimulate the immorality
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry
Stuck my nose in the door
Ended up on the floor
In the middle of a nudie show
She danced on my lap
A coupla hundred dollars later
I was up on a morals rap
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry
We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(Oh, oh)
You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(Oh, oh)
And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(Oh, oh)
"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"
It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(Oh, oh)
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(Oh, oh)
"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months, it seemed
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my eye great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
To lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(Oh, oh)
A story song 
Cyber Punk! Reminds me of a novel I once read whose name escapes me.. So I guess that is useless information.
I was born in the middle of a war.
The hospital was the last thing to fall out,
Located on the dark end of where a street used to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all rounders
The walls are created white with silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future,
A better tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at once flown from the IVs
Would pump you full of heavenly metals
That personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better.
The 23rd dimension, was where I came to.
My coma in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted.
I kept trying to get out, but it always happens,
The second our waves overlap.
I try to connect hands with her,
But she pushes me away,
Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky;
It is always behind her.
These holes hover over all of us,
Maybe it's a sign...
I wake up thirsty yet again
To the floods of acid rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually function with.
I think she feels it too,
Even though she is hesitant she keeps showing up.
It's not my dream anymore, It's ours
x5
No longer content with the dream,
But since made only to disappeared objects,
I need to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams,
But they're all I have.
A cosmic force, of a forgotten element
keeps the dreamlike solution
Of the perfect dream, the one that may never arrive.
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses
Try to harmonize my future.
They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have
Icicles fall from the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there.
What am I doing here?
Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much worse
That I will soon taste.
Will I ever know of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to feel any other place?
For now my mind may paint other landscapes
But my feet only know of this decay. So I bask in it.
If I've learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this:
Things may worsen at any given moment,
So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn apart.
By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a head
But next I could only have me dreaming of such luxuries
I often think of pulling the plug
But I've heard it only gets worse
The ancients tell me to enjoy this hell
Because it's angelic compared to
Door number 23.
Cyber Punk! Reminds me of a novel I once read whose name escapes me.. So I guess that is useless information.I was born in the middle of a war.
The hospital was the last thing to fall out,
Located on the dark end of where a street used to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all rounders
The walls are created white with silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future,
A better tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at once flown from the IVs
Would pump you full of heavenly metals
That personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better.
The 23rd dimension, was where I came to.
My coma in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted.
I kept trying to get out, but it always happens,
The second our waves overlap.
I try to connect hands with her,
But she pushes me away,
Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky;
It is always behind her.
These holes hover over all of us,
Maybe it's a sign...
I wake up thirsty yet again
To the floods of acid rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually function with.
I think she feels it too,
Even though she is hesitant she keeps showing up.
It's not my dream anymore, It's ours
x5
No longer content with the dream,
But since made only to disappeared objects,
I need to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams,
But they're all I have.
A cosmic force, of a forgotten element
keeps the dreamlike solution
Of the perfect dream, the one that may never arrive.
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses
Try to harmonize my future.
They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have
Icicles fall from the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there.
What am I doing here?
Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much worse
That I will soon taste.
Will I ever know of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to feel any other place?
For now my mind may paint other landscapes
But my feet only know of this decay. So I bask in it.
If I've learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this:
Things may worsen at any given moment,
So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn apart.
By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a head
But next I could only have me dreaming of such luxuries
I often think of pulling the plug
But I've heard it only gets worse
The ancients tell me to enjoy this hell
Because it's angelic compared to
Door number 23.
I wish I would've met you;
now it's a little late.
What you could've taught me,
I could've saved some face.
They think that your early ending was all wrong;
for the most part they're right,
but look how they all got strung.
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot."
"What a good shot, man."
2x
Hey man, nice gun -
Hey man, have fun.
Nice shot!
Now that the smokes gone,
and the air is all clear:
those who were right there
had a new kind of fear.
You'd fight and you were right -
but, they were just too strong.
They'd stick it in your face
and let you smell what they consider wrong.
That's why I say "Hey man, nice shot."
"...a good shot, man."
That's why I say "Hey man, nice shot."
"...what a good shot, man."
Hey man nice gun -
Hey man, have fun.
2x
Oh, nice shot man!
2x
Oh, I wish I would've met you.
I wish I would've met you, oh.
I wish I would've met you, oh.
I wish I would've met you,
I'd say, "Nice shot."
Through thick and thin
That's what they say
Forgive and forget
Well it's me that has to change
Is this what love looks like?
Is this what love looks like?
Your endless needs
My breaking grieves
You look this way
But you don't see
Is this what love looks like?
Is this what love looks like?
My body is framed
My soul is stained
All things good
Will be washed away
Is this what love looks like?
Is this what love looks like?
This pain I breathe
Has poisened me
Dreamt a dream
Now I'm spitting bitter tears
Through thick and thin
That's what they say
Forgive and forget
Well it's me that has to change
Is this what love looks like?
Is this what love looks like?
This is what love looks like
Is this what love looks like?
This is what love looks like
Is this what love looks like?
