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funeral for a friend - 10 scene points to the winner
Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing
And therein lies the story
Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort
To save the last...
I love you just the way you are
So don't give up just yet
I know its hard, so hard
To just give up
Its easy to be the quitter
So don't give up
Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing
And therein lies the story
Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort
To save the last...
I love you just the way you are
So don't give up just yet
I know its hard, so hard
To just give up
Its easy to be the quitter
So don't give up
funeral for a friend - 1045 amsterdam conversation
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
into a reciever with no tongue
offering, little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
when heaven is remembered but never seen
through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Eternaly, the sun has set to mourning
when contoured with the backgrounds
on the canvas to which our lives are painted
funeral for a friend - absence
FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND - Absence.
Scared to open up these eyes
See just what's inside
Twisted and cold
This house is not a home
Help me now
I'm dying here all alone.
This is not a new game
So don't think that you know.
Casually I confide
Awake and paralyzed
Forever in one word
Forever is the longest time
It's the only cure
I'm not sure I'll survive.
This is not a new game
So don't think that you know.
Can you see these blood shot eyes?
And can you see...
That my strength is failing
And I can't go on this way
And this hearts not beating
It just doesn't seem the same.
And my strength is failing
And I can't go on this way
Can't go on this way...
Promise me, Promise me
Promise me, You will not ever leave...
Promise me, You will not ever leave...
Promise me, You will not ever leave...
Promise me, You will not ever leave...
You will not ever leave.
And my strength is failing
And I can't go on this way
And this heart's not beating
It just doesn't seem the same.
It just doesn't seem the same...
Sent by: Adri Watkins (LoSt GirL).
funeral for a friend - africa
No one beyond the capital
They heard them into trucks like animals
With no food for a hundred miles or more
So take them back to familiar shores
There's no shame in wanting what others call a home
And one day you will wake up and know you're not alone
And know you're not alone
Oh poor the shadow I feed
(Without adventure nothing gained)
It rings out throw the camps like a protest song
(Will I ever see you again)
Walking under the dark red sky
(Without adventure nothing gained)
Wash away the last of the light
(I'll never see you again)
There's no shame in wanting what others call a home
And one day you will wake up and know you're not alone
And know you're not alone
Not alone
And don't start to run
They're not afraid to put you down
So don't run
So don't run
'cause they're not afraid
Not afraid to put you down
So don't run
They're not afraid
To put you down
They're not afraid
To put you down
They're not afraid
To put you down
They're not afraid
To put you down
funeral for a friend - aftertaste
This is the everlasting so long from every head,
For you to always hunt me down again.
A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds,
Breaking the pieces of ourselves again.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.
You are the one I'm taking, the new young residents,
Inside the centre of our universe.
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end...
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
For the end, drive me dead.
For the end, drive me dead.
Drive me dead.
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end...
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
funeral for a friend - all hands on deck - part 1 raise the sail
Horizon shows the signs,
the eye is getting closer,
birds don't fear the sky,
the clouds are looming over,
the vessel breaks the back it takes,
another wave that we must face.
Raise the sail,
as we all,
feel powerless.
Raise the sail,
as we all,
feel powerless.
Bloody hands reach out,
violence breaks my body,
drowning in the sea,
lifeboats lost without them,
the vessel breaks the it takes,
another wave that we must face.
Raise the sail,
as we all,
feel powerless.
Raise the sail,
as we all,
feel powerless.
Drowning in the wake,
as we all feel powerless.
Under crests of stars, water breaks a broken heart.
Under crests of stars, water breaks a broken heart.
Under crests of stars, water breaks a broken heart.
funeral for a friend - all the rage
"All The Rage"
Why do we need this
Who was it that said
That great things come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
There's nothing here but a wasteland,
And I can still see the graves of the dead
but it's useless
most of us would rather sit
than see this wound
that we have created
Let's not last the night
Let's not last the night
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Senseless and I'm not sure why
I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers
Or all of the questions
It's got to be good for something
So we'll chalk this and we'll mount the dead
on the fireplace above right above our guilded heads
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)
and boring me with your body (it's all the rage)
how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)
and boring me with your body (it's all the rage)
how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
and really mean it
Go
Why do we need this
Who was it that said
That great things come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
There's nothing here but a wasteland
There's nothing here
funeral for a friend - alvarez
The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby.
They dragged it up
And continued with the beatings
And how you bleed,
You could bleed forever.
It burns and leaves the rope tied tonight
It burns and leaves the rope tied
The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby.
Another finger lost
What use do you have for those eyes in your head
You took and killed
Everything about me.
It burns and leaves the rope tied tonight
It burns and leaves the rope tied
The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby.
The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby.
So disgusted with it
You took your sweet time
So let's get out of this town.
So let's get out of this town.
So disgusted with it
And you took your sweet time
So let's get out of this town,
So let's get out of this town,
And start this day all over and over again.
Just like the good old days
You wipe the stains from off of your face
And forget her, Just forget her.
Just like the good old days
You wipe the stains from off of your face
And forget her, Just forget her.
The best liar I heard all day
You're too much of a good thing...
You're too much of a good thing...
Sent by: Adri Watkins (LoSt GirL).
funeral for a friend - babylon s burning
[Originally by The Ruts]
Babylon is burning
You're burning the street
You're burning your houses
With anxiety
With anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
With anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
You're burning the street
You're burning the ghetto
With anxiety
With anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
With anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
Can't you see?
Babylon is burning
With anxiety
You'll burn as you're work
You'll burn as you're play
Smouldering
With ignorance and hate
And with anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
With anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning, baby
Can't you see?
Babylon's burning
With anxiety
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
Babylon is... burning
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
Babylon is burning
funeral for a friend - bend your arms to look like wings
As the sun sets
On battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts
Well Distance Creation
Makes my heart grow colder Its over here
Enough for this to end
Well Distance Creation
Makes my heart seem older Its over here
For you
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
From your lungs
As the sun sets We push and pull apart
On battlefields Enough for this to end
I hope you can save me From ourselves
I hope you can save us from ourselves
Denial Forever
In the arms of We're stuck in here
Our saviours Enough for this to end
And my heart Falls open
Is torn to pieces Wide open
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
From your lungs
As the sun sets We push and pull apart
On battlefields Enough for this to end
I hope you can save me From ourselves
I hope you can save us from ourselves
And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle they would meet
And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle they would meet
As the sun sets
As the sun sets
As the sun sets
funeral for a friend - beneath the burning tree
carbon copy aftertaste
the taste of lips so delicate
stop the click and watch the room
sitting pretty in full bloom
your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
hold your breath this is the part
that i've been waiting for
words spill out in front of you
on your bedroom floor
your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
i sat beneath the burning tree
i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)
i sat beneath the burning tree
i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)
i never gave my world away
maybe i should maybe i could?
i never gave my world away
maybe i could, maybe i would?
i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)
i sat beneath the burning tree
i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)
i sat beneath the burning tree
the burning tree
the burning tree
funeral for a friend - best friends and hospital beds
Cold hard lines, across my face
Into a mirror I don't recognize myself anymore.
The deepest blacks, the empty greys
There is no going back, there is no in-between.
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose?
Who knows what to say?
When I'm speaking out to a quiet crowd
And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent
[x2]
Words mean nothing but empty providence,
All for a God that doesn't seem to care
Who lives and who dies, these are no choices.
Each like a body broken struck from the face of a man.
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose?
Who knows what to say?
When I'm speaking out to a quiet crowd
And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent
[x2]
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose?
Who knows what to say?
When I'm speaking out to a quiet crowd
And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent
[x2]
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?
funeral for a friend - boys are back in town
[Originally by Thin Lizzy]
Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
I told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town [x7]
You know the chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming
That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her
The boys are back in town [x7]
Spread the word the boys are back in town
Just spread the word around
Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them
That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again
The boys are back in town [x6]
(Spread the word around)
The boys are back in town [x2]
(The Boys are back) [x2]
Oooo the boys are back in town... yeah down at dinos bar and grill
The boys are back in town [x2]
funeral for a friend - broken foundation
Waking up at three am, drowning in our hate,
Our broken dreams and broken promises.
Scared of making no fucking difference,
Could you answer me, and tell me the truth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beat down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beat down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Broken foundation, buried underneath
All the smiles to make the emptiness complete.
Poked in my ribs, I snapped them off with feeling,
Bruised and drunken heart.
Waking up at three am, waking up at three am,
Waking up to nothing.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beat down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beat down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Broken foundation, buried underneath
All the smiles to make the emptiness complete.
Poked in my ribs, I snapped them off with feeling,
Bruised and drunken heart.
Coins across the floor, seasons burn in me,
It made the emptiness complete.
Broken foundation, buried underneath
All the smiles to make the emptiness complete.
Poked in my ribs, I snapped them off with feeling,
Bruised and drunken heart.
Broken foundation,
With feeling, bruised and drunken heart.
Broken foundation,
With feeling, bruised and drunken heart.
funeral for a friend - building
Shouldering the blame
Walking into frame
Like a lighted silhouette
Against a cotton sheet
Smothering the crease
Tin can in hand
Waiting for god to come around
But he never comes around
He never comes around
Quiet like a mouse
Building up your house
Just to tear it down
Leaving us the pieces
Do they ever fit?
Tin can in hand
Waiting for god to come around
But he never comes around
He never comes around
He never comes around
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