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GlÁsSjÁw
. Pretty Lush
. Siberian Kiss
. When one eight becomes two zeros
. Ry Ry's song
. Lovebites and Razorlines
. Hurting and Shoving (She should of let me Sleep)
. Majour
. Her middle name was Boom
. Piano
. Babe
. Everything you ever wanted to know about Silence
. Motel of the White Locust

[SpÚnGé]
. Lyrical content
. Kicking pigions
. Whinger

SúBlÍmÉ
. Date rape
. 40 oz to freedom
. Smoke 2 joints
. Saw red

SíLvÉrChÁíR
. Abuse me
. Tomorrow
. Punksong
. Suicidal dream
. Anas Song
. Emotion sickness

GlassJAw

PRETTY LUSH
I draw them on reckless, etched in, scratched in like resurrection. Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too. I've got to give some to get some. Mining in the river, standing in the rain. Down on your knees as you heave at the drain. You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders. And I said, "Is this what you wanted?" "Is this what you needed?" Give it some more time. Tonight I'm going to a party, but its already started without me. I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase. I've got to give some to get some. The disco ball spins away another year. I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year. Only three words come to mind ("True Till' Death")

SIBERIAN KISS
Give me back my pictures of me. Me, you, and him that makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress and I hope that you know. Like a bitch in heat I hope she know. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet, the characters don't speak, and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: space always expanding. A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, in a photo the size of a kiss, a kiss in the shape of a bullet. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about. I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. There's always one more thing. If I can't have you know one will. Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on? I keep you jealously to myself.

WHEN ONE EIGHT BECOMES TWO ZEROS
I'm glad that you're near and I'm sad that you're here. This is what it's like to be me. I'm glad that you're here and I'm sad that you're near. This is what it's like to die alone. This all hurts me so much, that I honestly believe you're the one this is hard for. I've bartered tact for wit and I've already made up a billion stories about you. Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up, I'm breaking up, I guess we're breaking up. You're not the other woman, you're just another (woman). Another hobby for a guy like me. You've given me a heart like a gun and I'm shocked that I've made it through these billion days. I didn't think I could tough it out all those days, a billion. So we're growing? I'm sure. "There's no other I can turn to, there's no other I can turn to, if not you, heart, who else can I believe?" I hope you enjoyed dying alone. (For Nona)

RY RY'S SONG
There's a woman sitting in a motel room counting minutes and seconds adding to her list of "one hour loves. " She's tired but the new will do, she'll replace the body, his friends are good for bang-bang! An amiable hobby. He's got a secret. Just keep it and sleep with it. He can't believe a thing you've said. "We're going nowhere" ... "fair is fair." The way you play with lives is such a big disguise we swear that we're not gonna' take it. The way you play with lives is such a big disguise we swear, we're not running naked. There's a man sitting in a motel waiting for a hooker that he never applied for ... or is it even her? Just when it's perfect It's finite, he called it. He said he's sober, it's over. So long. I burn the lamp. I burn when I do everything I do for you (it's like being caught in a blaze). I hate you. (And I guess it's nothing new for you).

LOVEBITES AND RAZORLINES
"Who you fucking now?" I use my slit wrist to sign my name with and when you can't compete with the Joneses, Gun em' all down (even the father). You filthy whore. Shut up and swallow my pride for me. Move closer or drive further Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead, but first I'm coming after you all. It's ladies night at the bar but she smokes a mans' cigar. I guess she's dying. oh well. I don't give a fuck about your dignity. That's the bastard in me. I know a girl who sells herself around and I'm sure one day she'll sign autographs in your town. Looking back into my diary, what makes me say those things? What causes my laughter at another's disaster? it's the bastard in me. You live in shit and you will eat your own way out. I am too fly and shy. Like no other guy. Too fly and shy just for you. I'll mark you all.

HURTING AND SHOVING (SHE SHOULD HAVE LET ME SLEEP)
"When I get back. " Pre-break of dawn, hear the ring it's me, live from a pay phone talking in the rain. Things pan out exactly as I say they will. Will I be less happy when I get back? Two hands in one glove as if we were poor. The hard up make soup from stones like the poor before them did before. You say the waiting could crush your heart. But it's nothing new to me, having you crave me so desperately, but I know. How when you need me you bleed for me, though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans. Always and forever we are apart and may she see she'd be free of rejoicing in distance if only she let me sleep. "Will things make me less happy when I get back?" Absence makes the heart grow still, abuse the hunt; confuse the kill. I know, I know. Make the dead feel deader, deader. Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting. Kill the prey. I'll hold my child's head underwater. If it's a boy, I was joking, If it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did because I had to. And if you find my kid later tell her I laughed too. We just might work out fine because I love you enough to let you give me the pain that I want. and when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you. Once upon my night stand lied letters piled in columns postmarked Middle Island out east in the country of solemn.

MAJOUR
You only get one taste and for this gift we are graced. You only get one taste and for this gift. Wait. Now let me go so I can brag about the gifts that he stole. (thank you) for all the lonely nights. I will carry this with me where I go. Bad taste in my mouth. You would think I'm a whore. Bad taste in my mouth. You would think I'm you. You only get one taste and for this gift we are graced. You only get one taste and for this gift she's likely to go, or so she'll say. Immature love. You breed immature lust. So died the virgin. I have told you before, you were nothing special to him (and that's just another thing that's nothing new for you). You'll be born. You before. Embody me with your body. I've never seen it. I have never. Embody me with your body. I've never seen it. Are You happy?

HER MIDDLE NAME WAS BOOM
She cured the plague of the holy child and all the while she just walked in and "BOOM!" she said in her room with her red fingernails and a grup on the answers. When it's home and I'm broken lets fix. When it's home and I'm swollen lets kiss. When it's home and we're walking, she'll lead. If she's waiting, we'll leave. I'm so gracious. If you touch it, it's cold. If you drop it, it breaks. If you hold it, it shakes. "BOOM!" she said. My name's "I Dare." All the while....

PIANO
Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a rock star. "I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying. " We are supposed to be the ones to set the air afire. Three times alone this week I was made into a liar. Whether (or not) I found the gold, I never told. Richer: I, Brilliant White. I. I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches. Show me what you got girl and scratch it because it itches. Call me chameleon and extinguish my fire. Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a liar. Maybe not. Why the stare? Would I lie about that which I'm scared? What did I say to you? Step into a pot of gold, rejoice in fire that which soons burn cold. What did I say to you? I can't deny the throat, the love, sincerity. I can't deny it. "I've got to keep my P.M.A."

BABE
I exude light and wash my hands of you. By larger beings devoured, leaving only me to improve. Weep. Don't fucking weep. You weak eyes cry tears of the meek. Weep. Catch up with the sheep. It's a sacrilegious ceremony. New flavor of the week. Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (that you're made into). You're raptured by a guilty stifle down. "...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you." Look at you, you know it's true. It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon But I'm Not Coming. No.

EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT SILENCE
That burning feeling. red liquids. Clear liquids. Blessed are the sick. Children shiver in the river. Where is our God now? Does he watch over all in El Segundo? He don't lie when he say, "under." I'm wasting away. I find time to pine. When pining away my time. Within sin with no redemption we will find our souls and the shells they're kept in all wasted away. Blessed are the sick in me. The prey, the thrill, the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time. Predestination. We'll stop upon dimes. And he constructed us all in El Segundo, as the shivering children prayed. Demons in, demons out. Cry for dawn. Gratis. Bored. I'm the matador of the children's ward. Beggars wed choosers. Red sheets. Bed sheets. Boozers. I'm the head fan. Blessed be my bed pan. It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling. In the sun I've got this for you it's under my fingernails. I brought this for you. It's typically Sunday. I'm digging a hole.

MOTEL OF THE WHITE LOCUST
Welcome to Hollywood whore. Wake up in Hollywood whore. My dance has passed. Combine the throb within the head with the rythm of my fucking feet. Say a Novena for all those lost and read the bloodstains on the sheets. I've whored myself for less than this and I've prayed to appear fed. As I knelt on my pillow God, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head. Who could ever... Who the fuck could ever... Take the place of me? Now I kiss up to God, my fists, and I pray to keep my head though I like your pretty eyes better blackened and my fists all fucking red. Through sickness and health I've kissed up to God two years. I've focused on the cameo's made by the tiger in the Valley of the fucking Locust. Wipe it off your mouth. Get up off your knees and make me your God. It's sexual debauchery. you cost what you're worth. Followed by a boy like this. Re-ignited by all your visits. As long as your mouth is shut, you'll still be fuckin beautiful.

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LYRICAL CONTENT
You're so intent with my lyrical content, that you probably don't realise exactly what I meant. It may not be up there with J.R.R Tolkien. But at least you don't need a PhD to understand what I mean
If you're the kind of guy who reads between the lines, you probably drive a Volvo car and read Financial Times.
It's not about how clever or witty the prose. It's more about the feel of the song and making sure it flows.
my lyrical content
There's nothing wrong with writing total nonsense lyrics, I don't have to please anyone, especially not the cynics.
If your the kind of guy who likes to know what's wrong, I'd rather put a smile on your face and help you bounce along.
Nothing makes us happier than smiling, bouncy faces so we have to get our music heard in lots of different places.
It's not about how clever or witty the prose, it's more about the feel of the song and making sure it flows.
My lyrical content
Heard some people saying that you had a sense of humour, there may well be some truth in that but I think it's a rumour.
Said I get most of my lyrics from maryjane, I tried using Thesaurus but the songs came out the same.
Like to think we're standing on the funny side of crazy, our future's looking bright although the past's a little hazy.
It's not about how clever or witty the prose, it's more about the feel of the song and making sure it flows.
My lyrical content
You're so intent with my lyrical content, that you probably don't realise exactly what I meant. It may not be up there with J.R.R Tolkien. But at least you don't need a PhD to understand what I mean If you're the kind of guy who reads between the lines, you probably drive a Volvo car and read Financial Times.
It's not about how clever or witty the prose. It's more about the feel of the song and making sure it flows.
My Lyrical Content, I just said what I meant, My Lyrical Content, Wax Lyrical.

KICKING PIGIONS
Kicking Pigeons in the park, we had to stop 'cause it got dark. I went home got a guinea pig that I had stored in my mates fridge. Grabbed the thing around its throat, threw it in the bath it didn't float, Kicking pigeons in the park.
Kicking Pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park, K-k-k-k-k-king.
Do you ever have that feeling that you wanna punch the ceiling, So you stamp down on the floor, you can't take it anymore, In your search for absolution there is only one solution, Kick a pigeon in the park.
Kicking Pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park, K-k-k-k-k-king.
Oo-ey-oo Oo-ey-oo Oo-ey-oo Oo-ey-oo Kicking Pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park, K-k-k-k-k-king.
Kicking Pigeons in the park, we had to stop 'cause it got dark. I went home got a guinea pig that I had stored in my mates fridge. Grabbed the thing around its throat, threw it in the bath it didn't float, Kicking pigeons in the park.
Kicking pigeons, k-k-kicking. Kicking pigeons in the park.
Kicking Pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park. Kicking pigeons, kicking pigeons in the park, K-k-k-k-k-king.

WHINGER
Think your life is full of worry, Can't do what you want 'cause you haven't got the money. Well you're more than willing, but you're not able, Can't even get the food that you need to sit down at the table.
Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad. Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad.
Think you life is full of mystery, But its really dull 'cause you haven't got the history. Think you're paupers but you're not, Theres plenty of people in this world who'd like the life that you got.
Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad. Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad.
Go through life being snappy, Got everything you wanted but still you can't be happy. Always wanting somthing more, Won't be happy till there's nothing left to live for.
Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad. Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad. Well you need someone to show you life ain't that bad Stop moaning, your whinings driving me mad.
(with thanks to http://freespace.virgin.net/neil.evans3/spungelyrics.html) <

Sublime

DATE RAPE
Let me tell you about a girl I know, had a drink about a hour ago. Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell.
She heard a noise and she looked through the door. And saw a man she'd never seen before. Light skin, light blue eyes, a double-chin and a plastic smile.
Well, her heart raced as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar. "My brand new car is parked right outside. How'd ya like to go for a ride?" And she said."Wait a minute I have to think." He said, "That's fine. May I please buy you a drink" One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car and drove someplace real far.
Now babe the time has come. How'd ya like to have a little fun? And she said." If we could only please be on our way, I will not run."
That's when things got out of control. She didn't want to, he had his way. She said, "Let's Go" He said, "No Way!" Come on babe it's your lucky day. Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way. Come on baby don't be afraid, if it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid.
He finished up and he started the car He turned around and drove back to the bar. He said."Now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad." She picked up a rock.,threw it at the car, hit him in the head ,now his got a big scar. Come on party people won't you listen to me. Date Rape Stylee.
The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law, went to the phone and filed the police report and then she took the guy's ass to court. Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, " She lies that little slut!" The judge knew that he was full of shit and he gave him 25 years And now his hearted is filled with tears.
That night in jail it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. But the guards paid no attention to his cries.
That's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and horny. But that's the way it had to be. They locked him up and threw away the key. Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind, even though he now takes it in the behind. date rape
She didn't want to TAKE IT!

40 OZ TO FREEDOM
You've got your hair permed You've got your red dress on Talkin' bout how second gear was such a turn on And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here And you'll be gone before too long
Who taught you those new tricks? Damn I shouldn't start that talk, but life is one big question when your starin at the clock And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
so I'll take that walk.
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back Ohh not going back God knows not going back
You look so fine when you lie it just don't show, That I know which way the wind blows 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good, even though I feel bad
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back Ohh not going back
God knows I'm not going back
God knows I'm not going back

SMOKE 2 JOINTS
I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at night I smoke two joint in the afternoon It makes me feel all right
I smoke two joints in time of peace And two in time of war I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, And then I smoke two more
Daddy he once told me, "Son, you be hard workin' man" And momma she once told me, "Son, you do the best you can" Then one day I meet a man, He came to me and said, "Hard work good and hard work fine, but first take care of head"
Whoa rock me to the night Ja say

SAW RED
Girls don't go crazy
Woman, hold your man tight
Every day I love him just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more Everyday I love him just a little bit more and he loves me the same
Every day I love her just a little bit more, a little bit more, little bit more Everyday I love her just a little bit more and she loves me the same
Baby if you wanna get on
Oh baby if you wanna get off
It makes no sense at all
I saw red
I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that I shot dead
Everyday I wake up just a little bit more feelin' like a dog out on the yard because that's just how we are
Everyday I wonder if it's over when I wake up realizin' that we hate and brake down the war
You say it's black, but I can't believe you And if you say it's white, you say I'm tryin to deceive you and I'm aware of the high and the low, and I'd be waiting for you in the middle but I just lack control
Baby if you wanna get low
Oh baby if you wanna get high
It makes no sense at all I saw red I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that I shot dead
Girls, don't go crazy, Girls, don't go crazy, Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you, oh
Oh, woman hold your man tight if it makes you feel right, it's your own life

silverchair

ABUSE ME
Need to ask a question Calling out my name Nothing seems to bother Wish I had a clue
C'mon, abuse me more I like it
Well I don't think you like me Well I hate you as well No one seems to like you Wish I couldn't tell
C'mon abuse me more I like it C'mon keep talking cause its true C'mon abuse me more I like it C'mon keep talking cause its true
Throw the sailers overboard
C'mon abuse me more I like it C'mon keep talking cause its true
Throw the sailers overboard

TOMORROW
Its 12 o'clock and its a wonderful day I know you hate me but I'll ask anyway Wont you come with me to a place in a little town The only way to get there is to go straight down Theres no bathroom and there is no sink The water outta the tap is very...hard to drink Very hard to drink
You wait till tomorrow You wait till tomorrow
You say that money isnt everything But I'd like to see you live without it You think you can keep on going livin like a king Ooh very strongly doubt it
Very hard to drink, very hard to drink You gonna wait till fat boy, fat boy Wait till tomorrow You gonna wait till fat boy, fat boy Wait till tomorrow
You wait till tomorrow You wait till tomorrow
You gonna wait till fat boy, fat boy Wait till tomorrow You gonna wait till fat boy, fat boy Wait till tomorrow

PUNKSONG
I live for yesterday, No one cares or understands Don't feel pain I'm made of steel, I can't answer you if you ask me how I am cuz I dont know just how I feel
I can feel any pain you give me But I'll take it and throw it all away
I'm a hypocrite, BUt thats okay cuz I do what I can But I am careful who I burn, I am free fallin' with no parachute at all but I don't have any concerns
I won't heal, to any pain you give me, But I'll tell you what I'll say Why are you so good, Why are you any better than anyone else Why are you so good

SUICIDAL DREAM
I dream about how its gonna end, approaching me quickly Leaving a life long fear, I only want my mind to be clear People making fun of me, for no reason but jealousy I fantacize about my death, I'll kill myself from holding my breath
My suicidal dream Voices telling me what to do My suicidal dream I'm sure you will get yours too
Help me comfort me, stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now The rope is here, now I'll find a use I'll kill myself, I'll put my head in the noose
Suicidal dream

ANA'S SONG(OPEN FIRE)
Please die Ana For as long as you're here we're not You make the sound of laughter and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you
Imagine a pageant In my head the flesh seems thicker Sandpaper tears corrode the filth
And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you
And you're my obsession I love you to the bones And Ana wrecks your life Like an Anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you Open fire on the needs designed Open fire on my knees desires On my knees for you

EMOTION SICKNESS
Erupt again, ignore the pill, And I won't let it show Sacrafice the tortures Orchestral, tear cash flow,
Increase delete escape defeat, It's all that matters to you Cotton case for an iron pill Distorted eyes when everything is clearly dying
Burn my knees and Burn my knees and Burn my knees and Emotion Sickness Addict with no heroin Emotion Sickness Distorted eyes when everything is clearly dieing
Burn my knees and Burn my knees and pray Burn my knees and Burn my knees and pray [All my friends say] Get up Get up Get up Get up Get up Get up Get up Won't you stop my pain
Emotion Sickness [To idle with an idol] Addict with no heroin Good things will pass Lessons learnt
Emotion Sickness [Lost no friendship] [Corrosive head pollution] Lessons learnt



GOOD NIGHT AND THANKYOU-SORRY I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT