MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
against me! - thrash unreal
If she wants to dance and drink all night then there?s no one that can stop her. She?s going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor. This night is going to end when we?re damn well ready for it to be over. Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time. We do what we do to get by, and then we need a release
You get mixed up with the wrong guys. You get messed up on the wrong drugs. Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn?t really plan on going. When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they?re thinking. She keeps on working for that minimum, as if a high school eductaion offered any other options. They don?t know nothing about redemption. They don?t know nothing about recovery. Some people just aint the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daugherrs going to grow up to sleep alone.
She?s out of step with the style. She don?t know where the actions happening. You know the downtown club scene aint nothing like it used to be. You reach a point where there?s not a lie in the world that you could use to make the boys believe your still in you twenties. She?s not waitng for them to come over and ask for the privledge. She can still here that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983. There aint no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn?t care.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
If she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn?t change anything for the world.
against me! - armageddon
One night we lay beside each other
So close to a sweat
With two fans circling overhead
We sleep on borrowed time
And the traffic lights direct empty roads
The stars can't break the city sky
But they still try despite what they know is already true
And tomorrow we'll take aim
Just like a storm waiting for a calm
I can feel everything coming in my chest
My heart's already pounding
My head's on far-off highways
Sixteen years old
On a road that never ends
Might drive into something that looks like a sunset
And it lasts forever
And I never look back
From hoboken to l.a.
From portland to gainesville
From the great plains to niagara
Route 66 straight to california
Electric lights carry the night
We move in 4/4 time
Our feet on wheels and in the sky
Yes we're going, cause we'd die if we stayed here
And those dying dreams will carry what's good and real and pure
And the rest can burn in hell
And for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
Shot by her mother
Her eulogys the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic
Today is just another day
And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated
Every shortcoming has trapped us
Every mistake is now our own infinite failure
So we steal every chance we get
Every advantage is taken when no one's looking
We hide behind closed doors
And we don't stop until
We are the people we've decided we should be
I wanna be a shot heard round the world,
fucking unstoppable
This distance is not something we'll regret
From here, and now, and today, and forever
And days after that till the very end
From hoboken to l.a.
From portland to gainesville
From the great plains to niagara
Route 66 straight to california
Electric lights carry the night
We move in 4/4 time
Our feet on wheels and in the sky
Yes we're going, cause we'd die if we stayed here
And those dying dreams will carry what's good and real and pure
And the rest can burn in hell
And the rest can burn in hell
against me! - transgender dysphoria blues
Your tells are so obvious
Shoulders too broad for a girl
Keeps you reminded
Helps you to remember where you come from
You want them to notice the ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you like they see every other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone with you
With you
With you
You've got no cunt in your strut
You've got no hips to shake
And you know it's obvious
But we can't choose how we're made
You want them to notice the ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you like they see every other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone with you
With you
With you
You want them to notice the ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you like they see every other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone with you
With you
With you
against me! - true trans soul rebel
All dressed up and nowhere to go,
Walking the streets all alone.
Another night to wish you could forget,
Making yourself up as you go along.
Who's gonna take you home tonight?
Who's gonna take you home?
Does god bless your transsexual heart, True Trans Soul Rebel?
Yet to be born or already dead
You sleep with a gun beside you in bed.
You follow it through to the obvious end:
Slit your veins wide open,
You bleed it out.
You should've been a mother,
You should've been a wife.
You should've been gone from here years ago,
You should be living a different life.
against me! - true trans
All dressed up and nowhere to go
Walking the streets all alone
Another night you wish you could forget
Making yourself up as you go along
Who's gonna take you home tonight?
Does god bless your transsexual heart, True
Trans Soul Rebel?
Once you were born, you were already dead
You sleep with a gun beside you in bed
You follow through to the obvious end
See your veins wide open
You bleed it out
You should've been a mother
You should've been a wife
You should've been gone from here years ago
You should be living a different life
against me! - slurring the rhythms
There were no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small
Details. we left them all behind. there was a place for and
There was a time for and now we arrive and leave again, there is
No point in a keepsake when you run from collections. i know one
Day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it
Meant to be hungy, exhausted, and alone. destination is a point,
Destination is a purpose, desperation is a reason to live...
And this makes a heart beat. this could be any day of any year. this
Could be any stage in any city. all that matters is we are moving
On. the roadside graveyards pass and we escape repeating. the
Construction of a nation building up and the destruction of a
Nation tearing down to build again. trailing taillights like the
Ghosts of the past en route to arrival. we are never going home.
against me! - violence
Lock the door, to your room.
Pray they don't find us, pray they don't kick it down.
Oh you've been keeping secrets,
and these kind of lies have consequences.
So many possibilities for this to all end badly.
It's almost guaranteed.
Nothing but shame and paranoia.
A slightly feeling to calm you to sleep.
What could have we done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
And we'll watch a lot what's coming under the door.
Listen for footsteps coming down the hall.
Are you gonna wake up screaming through a slit throat?
Young flesh searing on a twin mattress.
But it doesn't have to be, the way things end.
We don't have to give up just yet.
What could have we done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
against me! - unprotected sex with multiple partners
Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, they'll get the goods together.
In this successive entertainment, there are certain confritations.
It's a you give we take relation.
No the kids wouldn't understand it.
Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
We'll bordinate the marketing,
label publicity touring.
Consult the presentation, go ahead put this in context.
It's 3 points on production, 15% to management,
10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation.
We gotta a insurance, never make it as far as you can.
Gotta make your money while you got the chance,
do whatever it takes to sell it.
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
Just how desperate can we be?
Just how desperate can we be?
Just how angry can we seem?
Just how angry can we seem?
Just how fucked up can it get?
Just how fucked up can it get?
Just how much can we bleed?
Just how much can we bleed?
We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disk.
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
against me! - gypsy panther
Coming home feels like surrender, feels like we're giving in.
When the shows are over, is there any other reason to live?
My brain is moving with a nervous energy.
It starts in the back of my head, carries down through my stomach,
legs and feet.
Nobody to call, I've got no real place to be.
You know I haven't been home in such a long time.
I'm just looking for a little bit of home right now.
I'm just desperate for a little bit of home right now.
I'm just grasping for a little bit of home right now.
Tomorrow we'll celebrate the coming of the New Year. They'll be
drinking in the bars around downtown.
You know I'll probably end up down there myself. Nobody to call, I've
got no real place to be.
You know I broke all my resolutions this year. Let's not make any
promises this New Year.
I just want to make it through this coming year.
No, I don't want to feel the same way next year.
Oh, but don't you know?
Did you think the world would bend for you?
Did you think that you could really change yourself?
Oh, before you know, it's already time to go.
It feels like you just got back into town.
Coming home feels like surrender, feels like we're giving in.
When the shows are over, is there any other reason to live?
Coming home feels like surrender, feels like we're giving in.
When the shows are over, is there any other reason to live?
against me! - turn those clapping hands into angry balled fists
Sleep on pillows made is Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin through sheets
Drinkin coffee in the morning
Floatin on Airplanes across the vast seas
And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You got your furniture on particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety
And your walkin around in shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
because doing, you start to form a habit
And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane
And you sweep up the floor when its dirty
You do the dishes, when the sinks full
And when the refridgerators empty
well its time its time its time, its time to go the store
You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you dont wanna be so easily
forgotten
I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat
But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep the convorsations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everythings gonna be alright
Its gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]
against me! - unconditional love
Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night
I love the jaundice of your skin
It's perverse plasticity
You make me want to smoke cigarettes
You make me want to drink whiskey
Even if your love was conditional
It still wouldn't be enough to save me
My sycophant love song, My authentic desperation
I'm addicted to the feeling, the only kind of steady I believe in
Prison cell exercises, solitary sport entertainment
What makes you think you're going to die any different?
Even if your love was conditional
It still wouldn't be enough to save me
Don't worry young suicides, the vultures will pick your bones dry
Half digested and eternal, somewhere lost in the ephemeral
Welcome to the future, an always ice-cold nightmare
Burnt coffee and percocet's, this night too will end
Even if your love was conditional
It still wouldn't be enough to save me
against me! - un-thought of heroes
Where are we going to be?
It's getting so hard to remember to feel.
Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up.
Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you ask,"What am I to do?"
Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep? Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't fucking grasp.
To give, or to take for yourself?
Another night spent in silent rage, set against.
Set against yourself.
Un-thought of heros.
Poured out and flowing over, at the same time bottled up, then pissed out. Company of misery; introspect of the fool, to your dreams you shed a distant effort.
While you rid the sense of mobility and shatter all that could set you free.
Never could set your hands on comfort in the wars end being your own personal revenge.
Yet escaping every sense of consequence.
No this is nothing personal; this is just who I am.
Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set against yourself.
Un-thought of heros.
against me! - jordan s first choice
Tell me how could you compromise
Yourself like this?
Tell me how could you blame anyone else
When you aren't really committed?
Tell me where was your head
When you broke that promise to yourself,
The one where you don't forget
Every life lesson that happend before your eyes
So you don't wake up to regret she's gone years away?
You had hopes and dreams of a day
Where everything, everything, everything would come together,
You wouldn't have to be so scared.
Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough?
All along
We were strong enough
To be sick of it,
And put them back in their fucking place.
Never asked for this responsibility
We were never in this...
Together.
The reality that you know
Is just behind your idea
Of a society, security, and self.
Am I just fucked up?
'Cause I can't remember
The last time any of this made sense,
The last time I
Could stand up to myself.
Street faces all blend into one,
They ask for spare change.
Am I forgetting
What it looks like
From the other side?
Have I forgotten where I've come from?
Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough?
All along
We were strong enough
To be sick of it,
And put them back in their fucking place.
Never asked for this responsibility
We were never in this...
Together...
against me! - in the name of what
Here nothing grows. Here nothing lives. Do you dream of the future or do you live in the past? Are you out for humanity or a gender, race, or class? Are you dilligently fighting with the movement, or fighting the blind cause? If you were given freedom would that be an end? If you were given the means would you use them to your benefit?
Could you survive in this world without your fucking technology? Your conveniences that have cowardly carved a brilliant way of life, dependent on oppression of the way of nature. Pollute the environment for a cheap fix of flexing useless capabilities. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind.
Despite our belief we are not the greatest species in existence. We are not the missing link, this is not advancement, the turth remains the same. As we push forward searching for our destiny, which we know damn well is death, I sing a song in desperation for the dying, those who could all be helped so easily. Those who fill your fucking plate. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind
against me! - miami
We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places.
No one can be trusted,
everyone is a suspect.
And all the money's worthless.
The town is trite and exaggerated.
The food is turning and the water is poisoned.
And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head,
sight and hearing have quickly faded.
Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading.
And the antibiotics aren't working,
all the drugs just all the drugs are strangely sobering.
And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then started talking.
Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami.
Miami!
Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like bodies drifting into the ocean.
Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!
Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like bodies drifting into the ocean.
Hey!
They're in your room while you're sleeping.
They're in your car behind the seat waiting.
All the rifle sights are on the back of your head.
They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking.
And they're selling it to you as art.
It's every other word in movies and songs.
All the public is buying,
it's business as usual,
and the business is capitalizing
on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices.
They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking.
And you're swept away in a hurricane.
You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake.
It's terminal,
inoperable,
they're amputating!
Massive hemmorrhaging,
major fucking complications!
Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!
Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like bodies drifting into the ocean.
Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!
Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like bodies drifting into the ocean.
Miami!
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