late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone

^ the artist in the ambulance - thrice

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"Rum Is For Drinking, Not For Burning" By Senses Fail

This captain goes down with the ship
All hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip
I shout the orders, "Shoot to kill!"
I'm dressed to thrill,
I'm dressed to thrill.

And all my enemies,
I want their eyes to see,
Their captain walk the plank
Destroy them, rank by rank.

Sail with me into the setting sun
The battle has been won, but war has just begun
And as we grow, emotion starts to die,
We need to find a way, just to keep our desire alive.

Now set the sail to quarter mast,
We'll jump the ship, we'll sink 'em fast.
Men follow me to victory,
Red as the sea,
Red as the sea.

And to the cannons roar,
Their bodies dance ashore,
A pirate's life for me,
I won't go quietly.

Sail with me into the setting sun
The battle has been won, but war has just begun
And as we grow, emotion starts to die,
We need to find a way, just to keep our desire alive.

And to my damsel in distress,
You've made a mess of your new dress [x2]
You've made a mess!

Sail with me into the setting sun
The battle has been won, but war has just begun
And as we grow, emotion starts to die,
We need to find a way, just to keep our desire alive (I'm dressed to thrill)
(I'm dressed to thrill)
Just to keep our desire alive (I'm dressed to thrill)
(I'm dressed to thrill)

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"Camisado" By: Panic! At the Disco

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

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And my final one



"A Million Miles" By: Lost Prophets

I hear you screaming but I know that you don't mean it and its
All gone wrong now
I get the feeling that its gone and its the reason that I
Feel so dark now
Too much inside, too much in life
Define your point of view
I know your leaving, though I think that my times fleeting but yet
you don't see it
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[chorus:]
Gone, once you shone, I move on
though I still find time to hide
It's all buried deep inside, so it
Looks like you've found a way to reach my heart
And take it all back to the start of this (though I'm)
A million miles from home

Maybe your reasons, keep on changing through the seasons
Only time could tell now
Don't stem the bleeding, cause I m sure it has some meaning still you
Feel so dark now
Too much inside, too much in life
Define your point of view
Are you still leaving, maybe you should start believing but still
You don't see it
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

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Hot damn! That is incredible! I'm nearly speechless. This is only the second time in my life someone's written a song about me. Like I said before, if I was a girl, and you were human, I'd be all over you. It's tempting as it is.

As the end of the song suggests, my muscles aren't the only things that are big and veiny. Unless you count my penis as a muscle. In which case my muscles would be the only things that are big and veiny.

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Mein Teil - Rammstein


Mein Teil english translations


"Teil" means "part" or "piece", but can also be slang for "penis", similar to "thing" in English.

Only present in the single version of the song: This is a direct quote from an online posting made by Armin Meiwes, a man in Germany who found a willing "victim" (Bernd Jürgen Brandes) to slaughter. Before the deed, Brandes wanted his penis cut off, and they ate it together.

"Weiche Teile" is a pun on "Weichteile", which means "genitals" in German.

Rammstein is good music if you're into lyrical content, is in they words actually are telling a story. This actual evev took place in germany. Yes I listen to Rammstein. No I do no understand the words until I read the translations as I am not german. And no, I am NOT a NAZI and NEITHER are Rammstein

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Just wait until you get to actually say: "Oh em gee... Broken Throat Buddies actually recorded a full-length song ALL ABOUT MEEE!!!"

'cause we're actually recording it this weekend and releasing it on Sunday.

Anyhow... I'm girl enough. I have long hair and an account named "goth chick69," so lets get married. We can adopt children and then out-debate the losers that say we're immoral and wrong. It'll be sweet.

Like puke. <3

I've got to get that song on my iPod, dude. And who needs adoption? I've already got a bunch of kids. (I can't count higher than fourteen, so I can only say there's a lot of 'em.) Speaking of being smart, goth chick69 makes me think you're even more intelligent than I thought.

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I am intelligent. You're right... Which is why I'm about to lyrically ownz0rz you. Eat it, b..ch:

Her Ghost in the Fog
By: Cradle of Filth
(Dani's voice, in the actual song, really brings the pain and misery of the character in this story to life)

The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered-glass heart
And the mid-nightmare trampling of dreams
But no... No tears, please
Fear and pain may accompany death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As we shall see...

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought her everywhere
Dark liquored eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on water-colours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have her
Cut her free of this world

That fateful eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love, picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods, mesmerized
By the taffeta ley
Of her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped and left...
(Five men of God)
...her ghost in the fog...

Dawn discovered her there
Beneath the cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, her raven hair
Flown to gown, her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood:
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to me, for
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in-between?"

And, as I drowned her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words,
I espied a gleam trodden to earth...
...the church bell-tower key...

The village mourned her by-the-by
For she'd been a witch
Their men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful angel of Sin

And so, for her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased her phantom and blew
Their chapel ablaze and, all locked in to a pain,
Best-reserved for judgement that their Bible construed

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept from cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta ley
Of her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced,
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog...

Fershetta, I'll concede that was lyrical sodomy on one condition: you admit to watching me while I sleep.

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