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  • #31
    Kinda shocks a couple of "Dark Side" songs aren't hear already.

    Here's my favorite dark side songs, that haven't already been mentioned.

    "A Therapy For Pain" by Fear Factory

    I welcome death with open arms
    Her soft breath and simple charm
    Wandering through memories
    Takes my hand for me to see

    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard

    Echoes of Innocence
    Are my thoughts into dissent

    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard

    When we finally reach the end
    She lets go off my hand
    Walking into realms of light
    There will be no death tonight

    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard
    Tried so hard

    "Fade To Black" by Metallica

    Life it seems, will fade away
    Drifting further every day
    Getting lost within myself
    Nothing matters no one else
    I have lost the will to live
    Simply nothing more to give
    There is nothing more for me
    Need the end to set me free


    Things are not what they used to be
    Missing one inside of me
    Deathly lost, this can't be real
    Cannot stand this hell I feel
    Emptiness is filing me
    To the point of agony
    Growing darkness taking dawn
    I was me, but now He's gone
    No one but me can save myself, but it to late
    Now I can't think, think why I should even try
    Yesterday seems as though it never existed
    Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
    "It takes people like you, to make people like me" Another Night In London - Devildriver

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    • #32
      Blind - Korn

      Are you ready?!

      This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide
      You don't know the chances. Would if I should die?!
      A place inside my brain, another kind of pain
      You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!

      Another place I find to escape the pain inside
      You don't know the chances. Would if I should die?!
      A place inside my brain, another kind of pain
      You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!

      Deeper!.. Deeper!.. Deeper inside me!
      To live a life that seems to be a lost reality
      That can never find a way to reach.
      My inner self
      I stand alone!
      How deep can I go in the ground that I lay?
      If I don't find a way to see through the gray that clouds my mind.
      This time I look to see what's between the lines!

      I can see, I can see, I'm going blind... [x12]
      I'm blind [x4]
      People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
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      • #33
        Mad World

        Originally performed by Tears for Fears it was redone by Gary Jules for the Movie Donnie Darko. Makes me very sad when I listen to it.

        All around me are familiar faces
        Worn out places, worn out faces
        Bright and early for their daily races
        Going nowhere, going nowhere
        Their tears are filling up their glasses
        No expression, no expression
        Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
        No tomorrow, no tomorrow


        And I find it kind of funny
        I find it kind of sad
        The dreams in which I'm dying
        Are the best I've ever had

        I find it hard to tell you
        I find it hard to take
        When people run in circles
        It's a very, very
        Mad World
        Mad world


        Children waiting for the day they feel good
        Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
        And I feel the way that every child should
        Sit and listen, sit and listen
        Went to school and I was very nervous
        No one knew me, no one knew me
        Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
        Look right through me, look right through me


        And I find it kind of funny
        I find it kind of sad
        The dreams in which I'm dying
        Are the best I've ever had

        I find it hard to tell you
        I find it hard to take
        When people run in circles
        It's a very, very
        Mad World
        Mad World
        Enlarging your world
        Mad World.
        Miyon

        Seduce, Let Loose, The Vision and The Void - Coil

        All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain - Blade Runner

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        • #34
          Evanescence - "Call Me When You're Sober"
          Don't cry to me
          If you loved me
          You would be here with me
          You want me
          Come find me
          Make up your mind

          Should I let you fall and lose it all?
          So maybe you can remember yourself
          Can't keep believing
          We're only deceiving ourselves
          And I'm sick of the lie
          And you're too late

          Don't cry to me
          If you loved me
          You would be here with me
          You want me
          Come find me
          Make up your mind

          Couldn't take the blame
          Sick with shame
          Must be exhausting to lose your own game
          Selfishly hated
          No wonder you're jaded
          You can't play the victim this time
          And you're too late

          So don't cry to me
          If you loved me
          You would be here with me
          You want me
          Come find me
          Make up your mind

          You never call me when you're sober
          You only want it 'cause it's over
          It's over!

          How could I have burned paradise?
          How could I? You were never mine!

          So don't cry to me
          If you loved me
          You would be here with me
          Don't love me
          Just get your things
          I've made up your mind

          Fiona Apple - "Never is a Promise"
          You'll never see the courage I know
          It's color's richness won't appear within your view
          I'll never glow the way that you glow
          Your presence dominates the judgements made on you

          But as the scenery grows I see in different lights
          The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
          My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater
          heights
          I understand what I am still too proud to
          mention...to you
          You'll say you understand, but you don't understand
          You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye to eye
          But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie

          You'll never touch these things that I hold
          The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
          You'll never feel the heat of this soul
          My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown...to you

          You'll say don't fear your dreams, it's easier than
          it seems
          You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so
          high
          But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie
          You'll never live this life that I live

          I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
          You'll never hear the message I give
          You'll say it looks as though I might give up this
          fight ...

          But as the scenery grows I see in different lights
          The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
          My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater
          heights
          I realize what I am now too smart to mention...to
          you
          You'll say you understand; you'll never understand
          I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
          I don't know what to believe in; you don't know who
          I am
          You'll say I'll need appeasing when I start to cry
          But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie
          1129. I will refrain from casting Dimension Jump and Magnificent Mansion on every police box we pass.
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          • #35
            Strawberry Gashes - Jack Off Jill

            Turn her over
            A candle is lit
            I see through her
            Blow it out and save all her ashes for me
            Curse me
            Sold her
            The poison that runs its course through her
            Pale white skin with strawberry gashes
            All over all over

            Watch me fault her
            You're living like a disaster
            She said kill me faster
            With strawberry gashes
            All over

            Called her over
            And asked her if she was improving
            She said feels fine
            It's wonderful wonderful here

            Hex me told her
            I dreamt of a devil that knew her
            Pale white skin with
            Strawberry gashes
            All over all over

            Watch me fault her
            You're living like a disaster
            She said kill me faster
            With strawberry gashes all over all over

            I lay quiet
            Waiting for her voice to say
            Some things you lose
            And some things you just give away

            Scold me failed her
            If only I'd held on tighter to her
            Pale white skin
            That twisted and withered
            Away from me away from me

            Watch me lose her
            It's almost like losing myself
            Give her my soul
            And let them take some body else
            Get away from me

            Watch me fault her
            You're living like a disaster
            She said kill me faster
            With strawberry gashes all over all over ME
            People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
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            • #36
              Cradle of Filth
              The Foetus Of A New Day Kicking


              I’m chaos international
              The writing on the wall
              A Lazarus in parable

              A dark and sullen lullaby
              Whispered softly as you die
              Promising torments are nigh

              Danger warning levels hissed out loud
              I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
              Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero

              If yesterday you would have stood up proud
              Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
              I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking…

              The foetus of a new day kicking

              It’s true that Jesus cannot save
              I’m rising from the grave
              To put my double cross to shame

              A poison rush, a heart attack
              A white assassin painted black
              You’ll fear this reaper coming back

              Danger warning levels hissed out loud
              I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
              Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero

              If yesterday you would have stood up proud
              Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
              I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking…

              On a night like this
              You laid the serpent’s kiss
              In this garden of Gethsemane
              You played the traitor well

              In a dawn to come
              I will blind the sun
              To grant you pardon as my enemy

              Before damning you to hell…

              Danger warning levels hissed out loud
              I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
              Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero

              If yesterday you would have stood up proud
              Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
              I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking…
              My Karma ran over your dogma.

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              • #37
                Because we're all different...but not understood!

                Korn
                Clown


                Anger, inside
                Builds within, my body
                Why, you hit me?
                What have I done?
                You tried to hit me!

                [Chorus:]
                Scream at me again, if you like
                Throw your hate at me, with all your might
                Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me
                Tell me I'm a pussy and you're harder than me
                What's with you boy? Think hard
                A tattooed body to, hide who you are
                Scared to be honest, be yourself
                A cowardly man

                I, don't run around
                Trying to be, what's not within me
                Look, into my eyes
                I am free
                You're just a wanna-be!

                [Chorus:]
                Scream at me again, if you like
                Throw your hate at me, with all your might
                Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me
                Tell me I'm a pussy and you're harder than me
                What's with you boy? Think hard
                A tattooed body to, hide who you are
                Scared to be honest, be yourself
                A cowardly man

                To come out...

                Hit me clown because I'm not from your town now, hit me clown [x4]

                Clown you ain't shit! Turn around! Get your face split! [x4]

                [Chorus:]
                Turn if you like,
                Throw your hate at me, with all your might,
                Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me.
                Tell me I'm a pussy and you're harder than me.
                What's with you boy? Think hard,
                A tattooed body to hide who you are,
                Scared to be honest, be yourself,
                A cowardly man

                Im just too fucking little(x3)
                Im just too fucking mental(x4)
                My Karma ran over your dogma.

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                • #38
                  Fear Of Dying - Jack Off Jill

                  I'm not afraid of standing still
                  I'm just afraid of being bored
                  I'm not afraid of speaking my mind
                  I'm just afraid of being ignored

                  I'm not afraid of feeling
                  and I'm not afraid of trying
                  I'm just afraid of losing
                  And I am afraid of dying

                  Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
                  Without you yes I do
                  Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
                  Without you yes I...

                  I'm not afraid of being sick
                  I'm more afraid of being well
                  I'm not afraid
                  Put the gun in my hand
                  I'm just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell

                  I'm not afraid of screaming
                  and I'm not afraid of crying
                  I'm just afraid of forgetting
                  And I am afraid of dying

                  Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
                  Without you yes I do
                  Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
                  Without you yes I...

                  Fear of
                  Fear of
                  Fear of
                  Fear of

                  I'm not afraid of looking ugly
                  I couldn't care what they say
                  I'm not afraid of happy endings
                  I'm just afraid my life won't work that way

                  I'm not afraid of forgiveness
                  I'll absolve you everything
                  I'm not afraid of lying...
                  But I am afraid of dying

                  Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
                  Without you yes I do
                  Without you all I do is sit and think about you
                  Without you yes I...
                  People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
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                  • #39
                    George Jones, He Stopped Loving Her Today

                    He said I'll love you 'til I die
                    She told him you'll forget in time
                    As the years went slowly by
                    She still preyed upon his mind

                    He kept her picture on his wall
                    Went half crazy now and then
                    He still loved her through it all
                    Hoping she'd come back again

                    Kept some letters by his bed
                    Dated 1962
                    He had underlined in red
                    Every single I love you

                    I went to see him just today
                    Oh but I didn't see no tears
                    All dressed up to go away
                    First time I'd seen him smile in years

                    (Chorus)
                    He stopped loving her today
                    They placed a wreath upon his door
                    And soon they'll carry him away
                    He stopped loving her today

                    (Spoken)
                    You know she came to see him one last time
                    Oh and we all wondered if she would
                    And it kept running through my mind
                    This time he's over her for good

                    (Repeat Chorus)
                    "I don't have to be petty. The Universe does that for me."

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                    • #40
                      Yo La Tengo--Damage
                      Not much, a Friday night, pinball
                      Glorious sight walked out of the past and into the bar
                      I used to think about you all the time
                      I would think about you all the time
                      Now it just feels weird, cause there you are
                      The damage is done

                      I feel like a kid again
                      My eyes are glued to the floor
                      I hope I mumbled goodbye as you walked out the door
                      The damage is done

                      Bob Mould--The Next Time That You Leave

                      The next time that you leave
                      I'm burning everything you own
                      Then you'll have no reason,
                      No reason to return

                      The next time that you leave
                      I'm burning out my memories,
                      I don't need reminders,
                      remind me to forget

                      You are not a master
                      maybe you have mastered
                      different games that worked with others
                      but I am not the others,
                      You are just a bastard...

                      The next time that you leave
                      I'll learn how to walk again
                      walking towards no future
                      futureless but not for long

                      The next time that you leave
                      I'll turn over in my sleep
                      no one there beside me
                      besides the sides you've picked your side

                      You are not the person
                      I expect to grow old with
                      but you have changed your colors
                      and I am not your colors
                      This has simply worsened...

                      The next time that you leave
                      maybe I'll have lots of parties,
                      maybe I'll sit quietly
                      maybe you won't know

                      Freedy Johnston--The Mortician's Daughter (For more Freedy sadness, try Can You Fly or Western Sky)
                      I used to love the mortician's daughter
                      We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids
                      I grieve tonight over this letter
                      My tears dissolve an image in the careful ink

                      Her father stands in the open door
                      He's waiting for her
                      There's a storm blowing across the lake
                      It's late summer
                      On the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowers
                      She whispers in my burning ear
                      It doesn't matter

                      I used to love the mortician's daughter
                      We rolled in the warm grass by the boneyard fence
                      Her skin so white
                      The first leaves falling
                      This long forgotten night I am there again

                      Her father stands in the open door
                      He's waiting for her
                      There's a ribbon printed with last respects
                      Blowing down the gutter
                      The rain comes in, she drops my hand, she's turning, laughing
                      And I used to love the mortician's daughter

                      I used to love the mortician's daughter
                      We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids
                      There's a lonely dove out on the telephone wire
                      I turn my head and she flies away

                      Warren Zevon--The French Inhaler
                      How're you going to make your way in the world
                      When you weren't cut out for working
                      When your fingers are slender and frail
                      How're you going to get around
                      In this sleazy bedroom town
                      If you don't put yourself up for sale

                      Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
                      Who's gonna know who you are
                      Drugs and wine and flattering light
                      You must try it again till you get it right
                      Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night

                      All these people with no home to go home to
                      They'd all like to spend the night with you
                      Maybe I would, too

                      But tell me
                      How're you going to make your way in the world, woman
                      When you weren't cut out for working
                      And you just can't concentrate
                      And you always show up late

                      You said you were an actress
                      Yes, I believe you are
                      I thought you'd be a star
                      So I drank up all the money,
                      Yes, I drank up all the money,
                      With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
                      These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar

                      Loneliness and frustration
                      We both came down with an acute case
                      And when the lights came up at two
                      I caught a glimpse of you
                      And your face looked like something
                      Death brought with him in his suitcase

                      Your pretty face
                      It looked so wasted
                      Another pretty face
                      Devastated
                      The French Inhaler
                      He stamped and mailed her
                      "So long, Norman"
                      She said, "So long, Norman"
                      Enjoy my latest stupid quest for immortality. http://1001plus.blogspot.com/

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                      • #41
                        Never Again - Nickelback

                        He's drunk again, it's time to fight
                        She must have done something wrong tonight
                        The living room becomes a boxing ring
                        It's time to run when you see him
                        Clenching his fists
                        She's just a woman
                        Never again

                        I hear a scream, from down the hall
                        Amazing she can even talk at all
                        She cries to me, Go back to bed
                        I'm terrified that she'll wind up
                        Dead in his hands, She's just a woman
                        Never again

                        Been there before, but not like this
                        Seen it before, but not like this
                        Never before have I ever
                        Seen it this bad
                        She's just a woman
                        Never again

                        Just tell the nurse, you slipped and fell
                        It starts to sting as it starts to swell
                        She looks at you, she wants the truth
                        It's right out there in the waiting room
                        With those hands
                        Lookin just as sweet as he can
                        Never again

                        Seen it before, but not like this
                        Been there before, but not like this
                        Never before have I ever
                        Seen it this bad
                        She's just a woman
                        Well never again
                        Never again

                        Father's a name you haven't earned yet
                        You're just a child with a temper
                        Haven't you heard "Don't hit a lady"?
                        Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure

                        He's drunk again, it's time to fight
                        The Same old shit, just on a different night
                        She grabs the gun, she's had enough
                        Tonight she'll find out how fuckin'
                        Tough is this man
                        Pulls the trigger fast as she can
                        Never again

                        Seen it before, but not like this
                        Been there before, but not like this
                        Never before have I ever
                        Seen it this bad
                        She's just a woman
                        Never again

                        Seen it before, but not like this
                        Been there before, but not like this
                        Never before have I ever
                        Seen it this bad
                        She's just a woman
                        Never again
                        Never again
                        Never again
                        Never again
                        People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
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                        • #42
                          Quoth Mr Slugger View Post
                          Kinda shocks a couple of "Dark Side" songs aren't hear already.

                          Here's my favorite dark side songs, that haven't already been mentioned.

                          "Fade To Black" by Metallica
                          I was getting to it! Sheesh! Some people just have no patience!

                          Anyway, moving on... here's a tune so good, that it still gets HEAVY airplay some 15 years or so after it first came out... and has also made its way onto Rock Band (I'm AWESOME at singing this song, if I do say so myself! )
                          "Creep" by Radiohead

                          When you were here before,
                          couldn't look you in the eye
                          You're just like an angel,
                          your skin makes me cry
                          You float like a feather
                          in a beautiful world
                          I wish I was special
                          You're so very special

                          But I'm a creep,
                          I'm a weirdo
                          What the hell am I doin' here?
                          I don't belong here

                          I don't care if it hurts,
                          I wanna have control
                          I want a perfect body
                          I want a perfect soul
                          I want you to notice
                          when I'm not around
                          You're so very special
                          I wish I was special

                          But I'm a creep
                          I'm a weirdo
                          What the hell am I doin' here?
                          I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
                          She's running out the door
                          She's running out
                          She run run run run...
                          run... run...

                          Whatever makes you happy
                          Whatever you want
                          You're so very special
                          I wish I was special

                          But I'm a creep,
                          I'm a weirdo
                          What the hell am I doin' here?
                          I don't belong here
                          I don't belong here...
                          And since Mr. Slugger likes the REALLY dark stuff, i.e. songs dealing with suicide, here's the darkest song on the subject I've ever personally heard... off of Staind's first album, Tormented (which you won't find in any stores, because it's self-published by the band themselves and only available from their website)...

                          WARNING: THE FOLLOWING SONG LYRICS CONTAIN EXTREMELY DARK SUBJECT MATTER, DEALING WITH SUICIDE! IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED OR UPSET, DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING LYRICS!!!

                          YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!

                          "4 Walls" by Staind

                          The thoughts from my mind
                          command my lips to say "I hate you"
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          command my hands to cut your silken flesh
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          command my feet to stomp your head
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          have one question:
                          When will this ever end?

                          Not much to the life I live,
                          same 4 walls
                          I have nothing left to give,
                          please take it all away
                          Same 4 walls

                          The thoughts from my mind
                          feel the pain as rats gnaw at my flesh
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          feel the joy as the needle hits my vein
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          smell the stench as shit runs down my leg
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          ask for sanity,
                          no, for this I beg!

                          Not much to this life I live,
                          same 4 walls
                          I have nothing left to give,
                          please take it all away
                          Same 4 walls
                          Same 4 walls


                          My mind is like today
                          Damp, dark, dreary
                          As the rain falls outside beating
                          The leaves hit the ground
                          I can feel it
                          Slipping away
                          Dying, without decay
                          Dying, like my soul
                          From the inside out
                          I can only pray
                          It won't be long
                          It won't be long now
                          It can't be long
                          It can't be long now
                          Help me (Where do I go from here?)

                          The thoughts from my mind
                          command my lips to say "I hate you"
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          command my hands to cut your silken flesh
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          command my feet to stomp your head
                          The thoughts from my mind
                          have one question:
                          When will I be dead?!?!

                          This is the life I have to live,
                          same 4 walls
                          I have nothing left to give,
                          please take it all away

                          This is the life I have to live!
                          Same 4 walls
                          I have nothing left to give,
                          please take it all away
                          Same 4 walls
                          Same 4 walls
                          Same 4 walls
                          Same 4 walls


                          (There’s nothing left for me)
                          -=BANG!=-
                          That BANG at the end? That's the sound of a gun going off. The whole album is a concept album. The first thing you hear is the cocking of a gun. Then you hear a bunch of songs about how fucked up his life is. "4 Walls" is the final song listed on the song list. It ends with the gun going off, then silence for several minutes, then a hidden "Funeral Track" that's something like 20 minutes of funeral music. How's that for ending an album on a depressing note?
                          Last edited by Jack T. Chance; 04-02-2009, 09:12 PM.
                          "Eventually one outgrows the fairy tales of childhood, belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny, and believing that SCs are even capable of imagining themselves in our position."
                          --StanFlouride

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                          • #43
                            Patches - Dickey Lee

                            Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
                            Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down.
                            There lives a girl everybody calls Patches.
                            Patches my darling of old Shantytown.

                            We planned to marry when June brought the summer.
                            I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride.
                            Now I don't see how that ever can happen.
                            My folks say no and my heart breaks inside.

                            Patches oh what can I do?
                            I swear I'll always love you.
                            But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace,
                            So my folks won't let me love you.

                            Each night I cry as I think of that shanty,
                            And pretty patches there watching the door.
                            She doesn't know that I can't come to see her.
                            Patches must think that I love her no more.

                            I hear a neighbor telling my father
                            He says a girl name of Patches was found
                            Floating face down in that dirty old river
                            That flows by the coal yards in old Shantytown.

                            Patches oh what can I do?
                            I swear I'll always love you.
                            It may not be right but I'll join you tonight.
                            Patches I'm coming to you.
                            "I don't have to be petty. The Universe does that for me."

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                            • #44
                              Suicide Solution - Ozzy Osbourne

                              Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker
                              Suicide is slow with liquor
                              Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
                              Then it floods away tomorrow's

                              Evil thoughts and evil doings
                              Cold, alone you hang in ruins
                              Thought that you'd escape the Reaper
                              You can't escape the Master Keeper

                              'Cause you feel life's unreal and you're living a lie
                              Such a shame who's to blame and you're wondering why
                              Then you ask from your cask is there life after birth
                              What you saw can mean Hell on this earth
                              Hell on this earth

                              Now you live inside a bottle
                              The Reaper's travelling at full throttle
                              It's catching you but you don't see
                              The Reaper's you and the Reaper is me

                              Breaking laws, knocking doors
                              But there's no one at home
                              Made your bed, rest your head
                              But you lie there and moan
                              Where to hide, Suicide is the only way out
                              Don't you know what it's really about

                              Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker
                              Suicide is slow with liquor
                              Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
                              Then it floods away tomorrow's
                              People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
                              My DeviantArt.

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                              • #45
                                BJ the DJ by Stonewall Jackson

                                A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
                                A DJ in a little country station

                                Everybody loved him dear cause he played what they liked to hear
                                He built himself up quite a reputation

                                At record hops he stayed out late and his mom would always wait
                                To see if he had made it home alive

                                She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
                                And that he had to be at work by five.

                                BJ the DJ you're living much too fast
                                And if you don't change your ways don't see how you can last.

                                Every morning just past four from the driveway he would roar
                                Overslept and he was late again.

                                Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station on at five
                                He had lots of records he must spin.

                                His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello
                                She knew then that he made it there alright

                                Then she'd say a little prayer, giving thanks that he was there.
                                And she'd wait up for him again tonight

                                Then one cold and rainy morn all the tires were badly worn
                                But still he scratched off just as fast this time.

                                BJ had a lot of nerve but he completely missed the curve
                                And he signed off down near the Georgia Line

                                Mom sat by the radio the voice she heard she didn't know
                                BJ had never been this late before

                                But with the road so bad and all she'd wait a while before she called
                                And then she heard the knock upon the door

                                BJ the DJ only twenty four
                                A wreck at ninety miles an hour he'll spin the hits no more.
                                "I don't have to be petty. The Universe does that for me."

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