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What is your current theme song?
- Thread starter Eye of Gorgon
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My Eyes Are The Spears Of Chaos by Goatwhore, because I'm 78.666% sure I'm the center of some Satanic prophecy.
Transfused in these rites of my veins
Design of drowning the first born son of man
Hands of cold and empty condemning in bastard choice
These teeth of heresy speak of promised ruin
((in other words, i'm not sure. i just like this song a lot.))
Transfused in these rites of my veins
Design of drowning the first born son of man
Hands of cold and empty condemning in bastard choice
These teeth of heresy speak of promised ruin
((in other words, i'm not sure. i just like this song a lot.))
Dewgong
babababa
"love song" - deathgaze
see i told you it constantly changes. (and this is really oddly translated sorry about that.)
--
the seasons of the you that I love came gently blowing in the wind
while gouging out this fluffy wound, my heart still trembled
what time until this pure nonsense will continue?
someday in this playing house my smile will be cured, surely...
*i yearn for the person that i love in this dance of confusion, while I hold this warm anguish
i want to be closer to you. More softly than anyone, how will this feeling reach you?
the seasons of the you that i love left with a gentle wind
as this ache subsides, my heart still believes...
*
Someday my hand will reach out....
*
for a long time time I've wanted to be close you. more limply than anyone, when will this feeling reach you?
see i told you it constantly changes. (and this is really oddly translated sorry about that.)
--
the seasons of the you that I love came gently blowing in the wind
while gouging out this fluffy wound, my heart still trembled
what time until this pure nonsense will continue?
someday in this playing house my smile will be cured, surely...
*i yearn for the person that i love in this dance of confusion, while I hold this warm anguish
i want to be closer to you. More softly than anyone, how will this feeling reach you?
the seasons of the you that i love left with a gentle wind
as this ache subsides, my heart still believes...
*
Someday my hand will reach out....
*
for a long time time I've wanted to be close you. more limply than anyone, when will this feeling reach you?
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Vladimir Putin's LJ
your blood flows through my veins
... still Tom Lehrer's Smut for me!
Smut!
Give me smut and nothing but!
A dirty novel I can't shut,
If it's uncut,
and unsubt
Le.
I've never quibbled
If it was ribald,
I would devour where others merely nibbled.
As the judge remarked the day that he
acquitted my Aunt Hortense,
"To be smut
It must be ut
Terly without redeeming social importance."
Por
Nographic pictures I adore.
Indecent magazines galore,
I like them more
If they're hard core.
(Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards, neckties,
samplers, stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything!
More, more, I'm still not satisfied!)
Stories of tortures
Used by debauchers,
Lurid, licentious, and vile,
Make me smile.
Novels that pander
To my taste for candor
Give me a pleasure sublime.
(Let's face it, I love slime.)
All books can be indecent books
Though recent books are bolder,
For filth (I'm glad to say) is in
the mind of the beholder.
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.
(I could tell you things about Peter Pan,
And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!)
I thrill
To any book like Fanny Hill,
And I suppose I always will,
If it is swill
And really fil
Thy.
Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately?
I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley.
But now they're trying to take it all
away from us unless
We take a stand, and hand in hand
we fight for freedom of the press.
In other words,
Smut! (I love it)
Ah, the adventures of a slut.
Oh, I'm a market they can't glut,
I don't know what
Compares with smut.
Hip hip hooray!
Let's hear it for the Supreme Court!
Don't let them take it away!
And I guess the Pet Shop Boys' The Way It Used To Be and Flamboyant a little bit as well.
Smut!
Give me smut and nothing but!
A dirty novel I can't shut,
If it's uncut,
and unsubt
Le.
I've never quibbled
If it was ribald,
I would devour where others merely nibbled.
As the judge remarked the day that he
acquitted my Aunt Hortense,
"To be smut
It must be ut
Terly without redeeming social importance."
Por
Nographic pictures I adore.
Indecent magazines galore,
I like them more
If they're hard core.
(Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards, neckties,
samplers, stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything!
More, more, I'm still not satisfied!)
Stories of tortures
Used by debauchers,
Lurid, licentious, and vile,
Make me smile.
Novels that pander
To my taste for candor
Give me a pleasure sublime.
(Let's face it, I love slime.)
All books can be indecent books
Though recent books are bolder,
For filth (I'm glad to say) is in
the mind of the beholder.
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.
(I could tell you things about Peter Pan,
And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!)
I thrill
To any book like Fanny Hill,
And I suppose I always will,
If it is swill
And really fil
Thy.
Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately?
I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley.
But now they're trying to take it all
away from us unless
We take a stand, and hand in hand
we fight for freedom of the press.
In other words,
Smut! (I love it)
Ah, the adventures of a slut.
Oh, I'm a market they can't glut,
I don't know what
Compares with smut.
Hip hip hooray!
Let's hear it for the Supreme Court!
Don't let them take it away!
And I guess the Pet Shop Boys' The Way It Used To Be and Flamboyant a little bit as well.
Skylands
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Unbreakable by Fireflight
Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can't face me in the light
They'll return but I'll be stronger
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can't face me in the light
They'll return but I'll be stronger
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
otaku-dono
Somewhat Damaged.
Tool's Reflection. My favourite song ever.
I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated, Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness.
How pitiful.
(It's calling meee. 3x)
It's calling meeeeee
And in my darkest moment, fetal annnnd weeeeping.
The moon tells me a secret.
My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own
A million light reflections
pass over me
It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless.
Without her we are lifeless satellites driiiiiifting.
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't want to peer down here serving my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
(before I pine awaaaay. 3x)
pine away.
before I pine awaaaaaaaay.
So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you and let the words spill through
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.
before we pine away. pine away
before we pine away. pine away
before we pine away. pine away
before we piiiiiine away.
Epic win is epic.
I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated, Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness.
How pitiful.
(It's calling meee. 3x)
It's calling meeeeee
And in my darkest moment, fetal annnnd weeeeping.
The moon tells me a secret.
My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own
A million light reflections
pass over me
It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless.
Without her we are lifeless satellites driiiiiifting.
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't want to peer down here serving my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
(before I pine awaaaay. 3x)
pine away.
before I pine awaaaaaaaay.
So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you and let the words spill through
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.
before we pine away. pine away
before we pine away. pine away
before we pine away. pine away
before we piiiiiine away.
Epic win is epic.