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Nonpoint - Any Advice?

Making choices and hoping that they′re all right.
Hating waiting for something to make this worth the waiting...
and what are you waiting for?
Any advice?

Intervention of a mental melt down.
Too late to help, it′s out of my hands now.
Do you want to do what you want to, and not tell me how?
Explanations are more than I′m asking for.
Just suggestions, not unfeeling metaphors.
No recaps all over again to remember tonight?
And make this worth our fight?

Making choices and hoping that they′re all right.
Hating waiting for something to make this worth the waiting...
and what are you waiting for?
Any advice?

we are losing all sight of the big picture, and there is no light on upstairs.
there′s nobody home and I′ve unplugged the phone.
Misdirected aggression from an obvious lack of attention.
Would you care if I mention the fact that im losing my mind?
And I′m not even looking this time.

Making choices and hoping that they′re all right.
Hating waiting for something to make this worth the waiting...
and what are you waiting for?
Any advice?

...Could you spare for a friend, so i don′t do it twice and fall into a trend,
and make this happy story end?
There′s a crack in the ice.

Making choices and hoping that they′re all right.
Hating waiting for something to make this worth the waiting...
and what are you waiting for?
Any advice?

Intervention of a mental melt down.
Too late to help, it′s out of my hands now.
Do you want do what you want to, and not tell me how?

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 19:24:40

Joe Dassin - Le service militaire

C′est un plaisir d′aller au service militaire
Chacun sait qu′à vingt ans on n′a rien d′autre à faire
Que c′est le pied de marcher comme un metronome
Que c′est la discipline qui vous fait un homme
C′est sur le quai de la gare, un festival des mouchoirs
Au revoir, au revoir, c′est le chant du départ, et

Va, petit soldat, va, tu seras caporal
Ras le bol, mais ne râle pas
Papa a le moral, comme avant guerre

Tu vas apprendre à demonter les mitraillettes
A tuer le temps dans la bière et les cigarettes
A ramper dans la flotte comme un crocodile
Autant de choses utiles dans la vie civile
Et à claquer des talons devant le moindre galon
Mon colon, mon colon, nous nous régalons, et

Va, petit soldat, va, tu seras caporal
Ras le bol, mais ne râle pas
Papa a le moral, comme avant guerre

Quand tu auras fini ton service militaire
Tu échangeras de souvenirs avec ton père
Vous parlerez de mêmes filles, de mêmes cuites
Et dans vingt ans ton fils te racontera la suite
Tout le monde sera content, vous direz c′était le bon temps
Et pourtant, et pourtant, qu′est-ce que c′était chiant, mon adjudant

Va, petit soldat, va, tu seras caporal
Ras le bol, mais ne râle pas
Papa a le moral, si tu ne l′as pas

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 22:07:55

Pitbull - Hotel Room Service

DJ, Jim Jonsin,
I want everybody to stop what they′re doing.
Mr. 305!
Now if you know you′re with somebody you′re gonna take the
hotel room tonight, make some noise!!!
Wooo wwww!!!! />
Meet me at the hotel room [x4]

Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room,
You can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room.

Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room,
You can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room.

We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!

She like that freaky stuff,
2 in the oh!
And 1 in the ah!
That kinky stuff,
You nasty, but I like your type,
And like Tits and whatever you like.
Bring your girls it′s whatever tonight,
Your man just left - I′m the plumber tonight,
I′ll check your pipes! Oh! You the healthy type.
Well, here goes some egg whites. (Huhaha!!!)
Now gimme that sweet,
That nasty, that gushy stuff,
Let me tell you, what we gon′ do.
2 + 2 - I′m gon′ undress you.
Then we′re gonna go 3 and 3 - you gon′ undress me.
Then we′re gon′ go 4 and 4 - we gon′ freak some more.
What first!?

Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room,
You can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room.

Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room,
You can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room.

We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!

Wooooooo www!!! />
After party in the hotel lobby,
Then we off to the room, like vroom!
Put them fingers in your mouth, uh, open up your blouse
And pull that g-string down south... ooooh!
OK, shawty,
1′s company,
2′s a crowd
And 3′s a party.
Your girl ain′t with it, I got somebody,
And by nature she′s naughty.
Now gimme that sweet,
That nasty, that gushy stuff,
Let me tell you, what we gon′ do.
2 + 2 - I′m gon′ undress you.
Then we′re gonna go 3 and 3 - you gon′ undress me.
Then we′re gon′ go 4 and 4 - we gon′ freak some more.
What first!?

Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room,
You can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room.

Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room,
You can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room.

We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn!

Muevele!
A-awo-awo, JINNY, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, DOMINICK, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, GROUSLIN, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, SULEIMA, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, CHRISTINA, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, CAROLINA, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, SOPHIA, O-ege-oba
Muevele!
A-awo-awo, and STEFFANNI, O-ege-oba

Dale!!!

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 14:10:33

Delain - Virtue And Vice

Whatever the prophecy...
Whatever prosperity...

Heaven denied us it′s kingdom
Tell me where we′ve gone wrong
Oh, fortitude, I do like you
But I only speak when spoken to
Heaven forgive, the mess I meant
Temperance, why do I cast
Your prudence to the wind?

Whatever the prophecy
Let it be, Let it be
We′ll live all there is to live
Be it pleasure, be it sorrow
Whatever prosperity
Lies in me, lies in me
I′ll be all that i can be
My forever starts tomorrow

I am a nightmare haunting you
I steal away your sleep
A poison running through your veins
A wound, that always bleeds

Call it love, call it lust
Luxuria, my enemy,
you get the best of me

Whatever the prophecy
Let it be, Let it be
We′ll live all there is to live
Be it pleasure, be it sorrow
Whatever prosperity
Lies in me, lies in me
I′ll be all that i can be
My forever starts tomorrow

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 21:14:12

Razorlight - Vice

Wild is the wind that strips away our sins
Yours is the night, but you don′t know where to begin
But I heard you say
You′ve got a feeling that it′s just around the bend
I heard you say
Sometimes you fall into the arms of no-one at all
I mean to say that that′s alright
I did what I could!
Oh, sometimes I run
Yeah, sometimes I fall
L O V E, I′ll see you later
L O V E, I′ll see you later

Yours is the fire that gets in my head
Mine is desire, so let it burn down your bed
Cause I heard about those stories, yeah
I guess everyone has
I heard them say sometimes you fall
Just on your own with no-one at all
I mean to say that that′s alright
I did what I could!

Oh, sometimes I run
Yeah, sometimes I fall
L O V E, I′ll see you later
L O V E, I′ll see you later

Oh, sometimes I run
Yeah, sometimes I fall
L O V E, I′ll see you later
L O V E, I′ll see you later

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:25:32

AFI - No Poetic device

I′ve been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who′d believe that it was all my own decision?
Cracked faces and medicated smiles.
Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in.
For even needle open my chest and insert ten pins.
I just anticipate what awaits when I awake... break.
I die in my daydreams.
The gardens have all been overgrown.
I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose.
A deadly secret only I suffer to know.
I can′t eradicate what awaits when I awake... break.
I die in my day dreams.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 10:07:17

Girls Aloud - No Good Advice

Daddy told me look into the future
Sit at your computer, be a good girl
And Mama said remember your a lady,
Think before your play and straighten your curls,

Well everybodys talking like i′m crazy
Danger is a lazy girl with no soul
But i′ve seen it all from where i′m hiding
Baby cause i′m sliding, out of control

[BRIDGE]
Here I go, on the road crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below
Here I am, dirty hands, i don′t give a damn
Shut your mouth and lets give a show

[CHORUS]
I don′t need no good advice
I′m already wasted
I don′t need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don′t need no Sunday trips
To add sympathising
I don′t need no special fix
To anaesthetise me

Daddy always told me to remember,
Leave the boys, till later, don′t you drop down
Mama said I′d never get to heaven
Hang out till eleven, with the wrong crowd

Everybody′s talking like I′m only
Just another phony girl who can′t play
But i dig the music that i′m making
Baby, and i′ll break it into your brain

[BRIDGE]
Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below
Here I am, dirty hands, i don′t give a damn
Shut your mouth and lets give a show

[CHORUS]
I don′t need no good advice
I′m already wasted
I don′t need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don′t need no Sunday trips
To add sympathising
I don′t need no special fix
To anaesthetise me

[BRIDGE]
Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below
Here I am, dirty hands, i don′t give a damn
Shut your mouth and lets give a show

[CHORUS]
I don′t need no good advice
I′m already wasted
I don′t need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don′t need no Sunday trips
To add sympathising
I don′t need no special fix
To anaesthetise me

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 07:40:26

Dead Poetic - Vices

Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
And this crowd right before me doesn′t care that I′m dying.
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
I′m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.

Oh, but Child. I′ve got Vices like any other man.

Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Something sick, something rabid.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don′t hate you, I just hate where I′m heading.
I′m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?

Oh, but Mother. I′ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you′re not used to. Vices that′ll make you think less of me.

Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She′s a dream, I just play dead.
I′ve been blessed, I′ve been hated. She′s the constant, and I′m her addict.
She′s the only peace in this world, uneasy.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I′ve spent my whole life seeking.
The only heart I′ve ever needed.

Oh, but Lover. I′ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you′re not used to. Vices that′ll make you think...
Oh, but Lover. I′ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you′re not used to. Vices that′ll make you think less of me. Less of me.

Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
I′ll exist as if I don′t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...

To forget you. To forget you.

Oh, but Jesus. I′ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you′re so used to. Vices that won′t make you think less of me

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 18:01:37