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Fullmetal Alchemist, you will be missed. A great ending to a great series.

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Waking the Cadaver - Chased Through The Woods By A Rapist.

 

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Haha, what the hell is that? :D

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - There she goes, my beautiful world

 

 

 

The wintergreen, the juniper

 

The cornflower and the chicory

 

All the words you said to me

 

Still vibrating in the air

 

The elm, the ash and the linden tree

 

The dark and deep, enchanted sea

 

The trembling moon and the stars unfurled

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

 

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes again

 

 

 

John Willmot penned his poetry

 

riddled with the pox

 

Nabakov wrote on index cards,

 

at a lectem, in his socks

 

St. John of the Cross did his best stuff

 

imprisoned in a box

 

And JohnnyThunders was half alive

 

when he wrote Chinese Rocks

 

 

 

Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears

 

Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears

 

Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years

 

I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

 

 

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

 

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes again

 

 

 

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles

 

while writing Das Kapital

 

And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,

 

and went all tropical

 

While Philip Larkin stuck it out

 

in a library in Hull

 

And Dylan Thomas died drunk in

 

St. Vincent's hospital

 

 

 

I will kneel at your feet

 

I will lie at your door

 

I will rock you to sleep

 

I will roll on the floor

 

And I'll ask for nothing

 

Nothing in this life

 

I'll ask for nothing

 

Give me ever-lasting life

 

 

 

I just want to move the world

 

I just want to move the world

 

I just want to move the world

 

I just want to move

 

 

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes again

 

 

 

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,

 

brother, and blow it

 

If you've got a field, that don't yield,

 

well get up and hoe it

 

I look at you and you look at me and

 

deep in our hearts know it

 

That you weren't much of a muse,

 

but then I weren't much of a poet

 

 

 

I will be your slave

 

I will peel you grapes

 

Up on your pedestal

 

With your ivory and apes

 

With your book of ideas

 

With your alchemy

 

O Come on

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

 

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send it all around the world

 

Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

 

 

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes again

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Abattoir Blues

 

 

 

The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car

 

Drifting down into the abattoir

 

Do you see what I see, dear?

 

 

 

The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath

 

Entwined together in this culture of death

 

Do you see what I see, dear?

 

 

 

Slide on over here, let me give you a squeeze

 

To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory

 

Can you hear what I hear, babe?

 

Does it make you feel afraid?

 

 

 

Everything's dissolving, babe, according to plan

 

The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land

 

I went to bed last night and my

 

moral code got jammed

 

I woke up this morning with a Frappucino in my hand

 

 

 

I kissed you once. I kissed you again

 

My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange

 

Do you feel what I feel, dear?

 

 

 

Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy

 

These things are not good for me

 

Do you see what I see, dear?

 

 

 

The line the God throws down to you and me

 

Makes a pleasing geometry

 

Shall we leave this place now, dear?

 

Is there someway out of here?

 

 

 

I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work

 

The need for validation, babe, gone completely

 

berserk

 

I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a

 

jerk

 

I got the abattoir blues

 

I got the abattoir blues

 

I got the abattoir blues

 

Right down to my shoes

 

 

 

Yea, I'm that friend you have that has got into a Nick Cave obsession. You know, those who are so annoying because they keep raving on about Nick Cave. Very annoying, but you don't really want to hurt their feelings and tell them to shut the * up.

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

 

 

 

It began when they come took me from my home

 

And put me in Dead Row,

 

Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.

 

And I'll say it again

 

I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

 

 

 

I began to warm and chill

 

To objects and their fields,

 

A ragged cup, a twisted mop

 

The face of Jesus in my soup

 

Those sinister dinner meals

 

The meal trolley's wicked wheels

 

A hooked bone rising from my food

 

All things either good or ungood.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is waiting

 

And I think my head is burning

 

And in a way I'm yearning

 

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

 

An eye for an eye

 

A tooth for a tooth

 

And anyway I told the truth

 

And I'm not afraid to die.

 

 

 

Interpret signs and catalogue

 

A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.

 

The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.

 

They are sick breath at my hind

 

They are sick breath at my hind

 

They are sick breath at my hind

 

They are sick breath gathering at my hind

 

 

 

I hear stories from the chamber

 

How Christ was born into a manger

 

And like some ragged stranger

 

Died upon the cross

 

And might I say it seems so fitting in its way

 

He was a carpenter by trade

 

Or at least that's what I'm told

 

 

 

Like my good hand I

 

tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist

 

That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

 

 

 

In Heaven His throne is made of gold

 

The ark of his Testament is stowed

 

A throne from which I'm told

 

All history does unfold.

 

Down here it's made of wood and wire

 

And my body is on fire

 

And God is never far away.

 

 

 

Into the mercy seat I climb

 

My head is shaved, my head is wired

 

And like a moth that tries

 

To enter the bright eye

 

I go shuffling out of life

 

Just to hide in death awhile

 

And anyway I never lied.

 

 

 

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.

 

Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.

 

`Tis a long-suffering shackle

 

Collaring all that rebel blood.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is waiting

 

And I think my head is burning

 

And in a way I'm yearning

 

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

 

An eye for an eye

 

And a tooth for a tooth

 

And anyway I told the truth

 

And I'm not afraid to die.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is burning

 

And I think my head is glowing

 

And in a way I'm hoping

 

To be done with all this weighing up of truth.

 

An eye for an eye

 

And a tooth for a tooth

 

And I've got nothing left to lose

 

And I'm not afraid to die.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is glowing

 

And I think my head is smoking

 

And in a way I'm hoping

 

To be done with all this looks of disbelief.

 

An eye for an eye

 

And a tooth for a tooth

 

And anyway there was no proof

 

Nor a motive why.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is smoking

 

And I think my head is melting

 

And in a way I'm helping

 

To be done with all this twisted of the truth.

 

A lie for a lie

 

And a truth for a truth

 

And I've got nothing left to lose

 

And I'm not afraid to die.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is melting

 

And I think my blood is boiling

 

And in a way I'm spoiling

 

All the fun with all this truth and consequence.

 

An eye for an eye

 

And a truth for a truth

 

And anyway I told the truth

 

And I'm not afraid to die.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is waiting

 

And I think my head is burning

 

And in a way I'm yearning

 

To be done with all this measuring of proof.

 

A life for a life

 

And a truth for a truth

 

And anyway there was no proof

 

But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

 

 

 

And the mercy seat is waiting

 

And I think my head is burning

 

And in a way I'm yearning

 

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

 

An eye for an eye

 

And a truth for a truth

 

And anyway I told the truth

 

But I'm afraid I told a lie.

 

 

 

Also covered by Johnny Cash.

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Waking the Cadaver - Chased Through The Woods By A Rapist.

 

:P

 

 

 

Haha, what the hell is that? :D

 

 

 

I don't think you'd like it. :(

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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Everlong - Foo Fighters

 

 

 

Live at Live Earth, been quite good actually. :)

 

 

 

I was watching and the Foo Fighters were pretty good. My Dad kept shouting things up at me like "You just missed Metallica" & "The Red Hot Chili Peppers were just on, you like them don't you?". So I went to watch.

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Thanks Venomai for this super sig and Kwimbob for the awesome avatar!

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This is the Sound of Breaking Up - Paul Mac.

 

 

 

By the way does anyone else think that Live Earth was an enormous excuse for a concert giving the promoters and organisers a ton of money? Seriously all it did was 'spread awareness" and cause more Carbon Dioxide to go into the air from all the hundreds of thousands of people worldwide who got to the event by car.

 

 

 

It was a great concert though, well the one in Sydney which I saw.

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