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Jun 11, 2006 2:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Valgarent Deathbringer on Jun 11, 2006 2:50:33 GMT -5
Verse 1:
For all the times that we, we ever were to be Look at us, baby, look at us now For everyday that I should have you by my side We'll make it, baby, look at us now
For every night I pray, I know that you will say (stay – first verse only) Look at us, baby, look at us now Remembering the time our love was not so fine We made it, baby, look at us now
Baby, look at us
Bridge:
Everybody believed we would never be Look at us, up above, we are so in love Everyday, in your arms, baby, can’t go wrong We are strong, look at us now
(Repeat Verse 1)
Baby, look at us Baby, look at us Baby, look at us
(Bridge)
Verse 2:
For every night I dream, together you and me Look at us, baby, look at us now And like a flower blooms, the glowing of the moon We'll make it, baby, look at us now
Though everyone believed that we could never be Look at us, baby, look at us now Now all the hurt is gone, I knew it all along We'd make it, baby, look at us now
Baby, look at us
Baby, look at us Baby, look at us Baby, look at us Baby, look at us
Bridge 2:
For every night I dream, baby, look at us For every night I dream, baby, look at us For every night I dream, baby, look at us For every night I –
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream (fade)
Verse 3:
For every night I dream, the more I do believe Look at us, baby, look at us now A bird up in the sky, our love we’ll not deny We’ll make it, baby, look at us now
In all you ever do, I know you will be true Look at us, baby, look at us now A story of our kind is one to never die We'll make it, baby, look at us now
Baby, look at us
- Look at us by Sarina paris
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Jun 11, 2006 12:32:01 GMT -5
Post by Cassie on Jun 11, 2006 12:32:01 GMT -5
[Chorus:] Hey Miss Murder, can I Hey Miss Murder, can I Make beauty stay if I take my life?
With just a look they shook And heavens bowed before him. Simply a look can break your heart. The stars that pierce the sky, He left them all behind. We’re left to wonder why He left us all behind.
[Chorus]
Dreams of his crash won’t pass. Oh, how they all adored him. Beauty will last when spiraled down. The stars that mystified, he left them all behind and how his children cried. He left us all behind.
[Chorus]
What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery? I would gladly bet my life upon it that the ghost you love, your ray of light will fizzle out without hope. We're the empty set just floating through, wrapped in skin, ever searching for what we were promised... Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go... Who would ever let us put their filthy hands upon it?
[Chorus x2]
-Miss Murder by AFI
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Jun 16, 2006 18:48:38 GMT -5
Post by Cassie on Jun 16, 2006 18:48:38 GMT -5
ANGEL Who died?
BENNY Our Akita
ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS Evita
BENNY You make fun - yet I'm the one Attempting to do some good Or do you really want a neighborhood Where people piss on your Stoop every night? Bohemia, Bohemia's A fallacy in your head This is Calcutta, Bohemia is dead
MARK Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
COLLINS & ROGER Dies irae - dies illa, Kyrie eleison Yitgadal v'yitkadash
MARK Here she lies, no one knew her worth The late great daughter of Mother Earth On these nights when we Celebrate the birth In that little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass - you bet your ass to - La vie Boheme
ALL La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme
MARK To days of inspiration Playing hookey, making Something out of nothing The need to express- To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane, going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hatind dear old Mom and Dad To riding your bike, Midday past the three-piece suits To fruits - to no absolutes- To Absolut - to choice- To the Village Voice- To any passing fad To being an us for once ... instead of a them!!
ALL La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
MR. GREY Ahhemm
MAUREEN Hey Mister - she's my sister
WAITER So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls
ROGER Eww
COLLINS It tastes the same
MIMI If you close your eyes
WAITER And thirteen orders of fries Is that it here?
ALL Wine and beer!
MIMI & ANGEL To hand-crafted beers Made in local breweries To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
MAUREEN & COLLINS Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion Creation, vacation
MARK Mucho masturbation
MAUREEN & COLLINS Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new
COLLINS To Sontag
ANGEL To Sondheim
FOUR GIRLS To anything taboo
COLLINS & ROGER Ginsberg, Dylan Cunnigham and Cage,
COLLINS Lenny Bruse
ROGER Langston Hughes
MAUREEN To the stage
BOHEMIANS To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.
MARK & MIMI Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em
ALL La vie Boheme
MR. GREY Sisters?
MAUREEN & JOANNE We're close
ANGELS & COLLINS Brothers!
MARK, ANGEL & MIMI Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana
ALL To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame - never playing the Fame Game
COLLINS To marijuana
ALL To sodomy, it's between God and me To S & M
BENNY Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ....... Waiter!
ALL La vie Boheme
COLLINS In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner ... Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello - which she ain't never studied.
ROGER And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days.
MARK And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred. And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song. That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz!"
COLLINS Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
ANGEL And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist - including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
ALL "Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS"
MIMI Excuse me - did I do something wrong? I get invited - then ignored all night long
ROGER I've been trying - I'm not lying No one's perfect. I've got baggage
MIMI Life's too short, babe, time is flying I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
ROGER I should tell you
MIMI I got baggage too
ROGER I should tell you
ROGER & MIMI Baggage
ALL Wine and beer!
MIMI AZT break
ROGER You?
MIMI Me. You?
ROGER Mimi
-La Vie Boheme from Rent
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Jul 17, 2006 20:07:14 GMT -5
Post by Valgarent Deathbringer on Jul 17, 2006 20:07:14 GMT -5
Heaven ablaze in our eyes We're standing still in time The blood on our hands is the wine We offer a sacrifice
[Chorus] Come on and show, them your love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul, my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul
This endless mercy mile We're crawling side by side With hell freezing over in our eyes Gods kneel before our crime
[Chorus] Come on lets show, them your love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul, my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) Don’t let go (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) For your soul (Guitar Solo)
[Chorus] Come on and show, them your love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul, my love (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) For your soul (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) Don’t let go (Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) Don't let go (My love) (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) For your soul[Soul fades out]
H.I.M. - wings of a Butterfly
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Jul 19, 2006 19:03:28 GMT -5
Post by Cassie on Jul 19, 2006 19:03:28 GMT -5
Gaze into her killing jar I'd sometimes stare for hours (sometimes stare for hours). She even poked the holes so I can breathe. She bought the last line. I'm just the worst kind. Of guy to argue. With what you might find. And for the last night I lie. Could I lie with you?
[Chorus:] Alright Give up Get down. It's just the hardest part of living. Alright She wants It all to come down this time.
Lost in the prescription she's got something else in mind (something else in mind). Check into the Hotel Bella Muerte. It gives the weak flight. It gives the blind sight. Until the cops come. Or by the last light. And for the last night I lie. Could I lie next to you?
[Chorus x2]
Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. When holding on. Well I hope you do the same. Awww sugar. Slip into this tragedy you've spun this chamber dry.
[Chorus x2]
Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. And holding on. Well I hope you do the same. Awww sugar.
The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You -MCR
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