Sing along the song you're listening to.

@ Jethro: ....GWAR?

OT: 'Little people/ in little houses/ like maggots small, blind and worthless/ the massacred innocent blood stains us all/ who's responsible? You fuckin' are.'

Wow, Mr. Edwards, you were ever so cheerful.

TEN TSU ONE ZELO! TAKE OFF!

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book while trying to restructure my character,
For it had become vile to its creator
And through many dreadful nights I lay praying to a saint that nobody had heard of,
Just waiting for some high times to come again.

Ragdoll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
So fine, never see you leavin' by the backdoor...

IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, SHE CRIED "MORE MORE MORE!" WITH A REBEL YELL, SHE CRIED "MORE MORE MOOORE!"

Oh boy, sorry to intrude, damn shame, pretty bloody rude...

f-f-f-flash that buttery gold/ jittery zietgiest up-an'-down the watering hole/

(accident doublepost, blame my internet connection)

edited 25th Oct '09 5:59:21 PM by El The Daze

Sprawling on the fringes of the city

In geometric order

An insulated border

In between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided

Opinions all provided

The future pre-decided

Detached and subdivided in the mass-production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

HEEEEEERE IN DREAMLAND WE WILL NOOOOOOOT OBEY THE MAAAASTERS!

edited 25th Oct '09 9:48:52 PM by The Sanity Assassin

Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after

A face is raining across the border, the pride of history, the same as murder...

STAAAAAAAAAARLIGHT! FALLIN' IN DEEP THROUGH YOUR EYES!
STAAAAAAAAAAAARLIGHT SHININ' DOWN FOR YOUR SOUL TO ARISE!

edited 26th Oct '09 12:18:39 AM by The Sanity Assassin

No guts, no blood, no brains at all No guts, no blood, no brains at all...

This one time! I was running through the fields! When I came across a dead guy! With a letter in his hand!
So I scanned it! And though the grammar was OK! There was such a lack of purpose! That it was difficult to care!
But anyway, hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth! YEAH! That Emma's Mum and Dad use plastic forks!
But nothing in this world can take her common shame away! YEAH! Cos Emma's Mum and Dad use plastic forks!

'Need you. Dream you. Find you. Taste you. Fuck you. Use you. Scar you. Break you. LOSE ME! HATE ME! SMASH ME! ERASE ME! KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!'

Boy, you'd think that Trent Reznor was gunning for Weird Al Yankovic's crown with that barrel o'laughs.

Read an interesting theory on songmeanings.net, where the thirteen lines of the song each encapsulate the theme of the thirteen songs on The Downward Spiral. Some of the connections I can't grasp, but this being a Rock Opera, it's entirely feasible.

edited 26th Oct '09 7:37:00 AM by DarkDecapodian

Little birdie,
Why do you fly
Upside down?
It's amazing
That the way you
Get around...

FLY HIGH, TOUCH THE SKY!
NEVER KNOW THE REASON WHY IT ENDS!
VICTIM OF FATE!

edited 26th Oct '09 8:36:43 AM by The Sanity Assassin

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I'll see you at the bitter end!

Slacker bitch! Fag Hag whore! Always coming up my door.

Sheepdog, standin' in the rain,
Bullfrog, doin' it again,
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.
What makes you think you're something special when you smile?

I said maybe I don't really wanna know how your garden grows, 'cause I just wanna fly...

Can we catch the tears of a broken world?

(fun guitar sounds)

Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past
Well we know we had the good things, but those never seemed to last
Oh please just last
Everyone's unhappy, everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page
Well nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water but we used them like a damn

Oh and we carried it all so well, As if we got a new position. Oh and I'll laugh all the way to hell, Saying, "Yes this is a fine promotion", Oh and I'll laugh all the way to hell.