Artist: Puddle of Mudd
Title: She Hates Me
Album: Come Clean (2001)
Track Number: 6
Lyrics:
Met a girl, thought she was grand,
Fell in love, found out first hand,
Went well for a week or two,
Then it all came unglued.
In a trap, trip I can’t grip,
Never thought I'd be the one who’d slip,
Then I started to realize,
I was living one big lie.
She f****n hates me,
Trust, she f****n hates me,
La la la love,
I tried too hard,
And she tore my feelings like I had none,
And ripped them away.
She was queen for about an hour,
After that s**t got sour,
She took all I ever had,
No sign of guilt,
No feeling of bad, no.
In a trap, trip I can’t grip,
Never thought I'd be the one who’d slip,
Then I started to realize,
I was living one big lie.
She f****n hates me,
Trust, she f****n hates me,
La la la love,
I tried too hard,
And she tore my feelings like I had none,
And ripped them away.
That’s my story, as you see,
Learned my lesson and so did she,
Now it’s over, and I'm glad,
‘Cause I'm a fool for all I've said.
She f****n hates me,
Trust, she f****n hates me,
La la la love,
I tried too hard,
And she tore my feelings like I had none,
And ripped them away.
La la la la la la la la la love,
Trust,
La la la la la la la la la love,
Trust,
She f****n hates me.
Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding
Memories...The Invisible Wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)
A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat...ourselves and our
nature
And that is why
they all enrage me
Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
they all come in one
Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down
satyricon - mother north
In My Place - Coldplay
In my place, in my place,
Were lines that I couldn't change,
I was lost, oh yeah.
I was lost, I was lost,
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed,
I was lost, oh yeah.
And yeah, how long must you wait for it?
Yeah, how long must you pay for it?
Yeah, how long must you wait for it?
I was scared, I was scared,
Tired and under prepared,
But I wait for it.
And if you go, if you go,
Leave me down here on my own,
Then I'll wait for you, yeah.
Yeah, how long must you wait for it?
Yeah, how long must you pay for it?
Yeah, how long must you wait for it?
Oh for it
Sing it please, please, please,
Come back and sing to me,
To me, me.
Come on and sing it out, now, now.
Come on and sing it out
To me, me
Come back and sing.
In my place, in my place,
Were lines that I couldn't change,
I was lost, oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Title: Girl All The Bad Guys Want
Album: Drunk Enough To Dance (2002)
Track Number: 3
Lyrics:
8 o'clock Monday night and I'm waiting,
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me,
Her name is Nona she's a rocker with a nose ring,
She wears a 2-way, but I'm not quite sure what that means.
And when she walks, all the wind blows and the angels sing,
But, she doesn't notice me,
'Cause she's watching wrestling,
Creaming over tough guys,
Listening to rap metal,
Turntables in her eyes.
It's like a bad movie; she's looking through me, if you were me than you'd be,
Screaming, "someone shoot me," as I fail miserably,
Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She likes the Godsmack and I like Agent Orange,
Her CD changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad,
She said she'd like to score some refer and a 40oz,
She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have.
And when she walks, all the wind blows and the angels sing,
But, she'll never notice me.
'Cause she's watching wrestling,
Creaming over tough guys,
Listening to rap metal,
Turntables in her eyes,
She likes them with a mustache,
Racetrack season pass,
Driving in a Trans Am,
Does a mullet make a man?
It's like a bad movie; she's looking through me, if you were me than you'd be,
Screaming, "someone shoot me", as I fail miserably,
Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want.
There she goes again with fishnets on,
And dread locks in her hair,
She broke my heart I want to be sedated,
All I wanted was to see her naked.
Now I'm watching wrestling,
Trying to be a tough guy,
Listening to rap metal,
Turn tables in my eyes,
I can't grow a mustache and I ain't got no season pass,
All I got's a moped.
It's like a bad movie; she's looking through me, if you were me than you'd be,
Screaming, "someone shoot me," as I fail miserably,
Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want.
'Cause she's the girl all the bad guys want.
As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the
silence reach the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander,
like many nights before, and like in my dreams, but centuries
ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity of Darkness,
beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond
the warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the
Shadows calling...
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Title: I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster (1996)
Track Number: 4
Lyrics:
If your ass is a Chinese restaurant, I'll have the Poo Poo Platter.
My friend Jerry Vandergrift kissed me in Home Ec class,
Later in the afternoon some jarheads in the locker room kicked my ass,
I said guys I'm like you I like Monster Trucks too,
Wanna see how many pushups I can do?,
I just wish I was queer so I could get,
Chicks dig guys that are,
Queer guys that don't dig,
Chicks that don't dig guys like me,
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly.
But if I were handsome just imagine how great it would be,
Incognito as a gay though but not actually that way though pseudo homo phony,
Maybe it's a stupid theory or maybe just stupidity,
But if I was a queerbee in the fashion industry,
Scoring with a supermodel would be easy.
'Cause supermodel means voluptuous but also is synonymous with superdumb,
Ya see I'd be a good listener so she'd treat me like a sister and soon I'd become,
That trusted friend that cares that rubs her back and braids her hair,
No it wouldn't take a week before I'm in her underwear,
I wish I was queer so I could get,
Chicks dig guys that are,
Queer guys that don't dig,
Chicks that don't dig guys like me,
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly.
Doesn't matter what I'm packin' in my denim it's what's in my genes,
The only smoked meat the only sausage I would eat is made by Jimmy Dean,
See I'm not too keen on the smell of Vaseline,
No I'm not Princess Di and I don't wanna be a queen,
I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks.
Anyway if I were gay I'd have to change my name to Dirk or Lewis,
Hang out with my mom's hair stylist his name is Kip he's got a lisp he talks like thisss,
And wear my mother's lingerie learn the songs of Broadway,
And appreciate Depeche Mode and avant-garde ballet,
I wish I was queer so I could get,
Chicks dig guys that are,
Queer guys that don't dig,
Chicks dig guys that are,
Queer guys that don't dig,
Chicks dig guys that are,
Queer guys that don't dig,
Chicks that don't dig guys like me,
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly.
And I don't shave my heiny,
Don't shave my heiny,
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly.
And I don't shave my heiny,
Don't shave my heiny,
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly.
And I don't shave my heiny,
Don't shave my heiny,
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly.
COMBATWOUNDEDVETERAN - FLOODED SPACE, LEAD POISONING AND DISTORTION
The events unfolded in a manner such as this.
The Birth of my first child brought complications in the delivery room.
The doctors panicking and arguing loudly, I was shuffled out into the waiting room while the chaos and confusion continued behind closed doors.
I heard my wife's screams finally stop, I assume from the administration of some type of anesthetic.
I soon found that it was something far worse.
When the doctors came out they were visibly exhausted and shaken and stained red with spattered blood.
The birth had killed my wife but the child had survived.
I went into a room and saw the baby.
I wasn't allowed to hold it but I stood and looked at it through a haze of confusion and contempt.
I took the child home and cared for it.
Over time it began to crawl and then walk.
Over time it grew teeth and bit me.
I sat and watched him break every toy that I gave him to play with.
I picked up the cat dead after he threw it down the stairs and broke its neck.
I watched him and felt the resentment grow, seeing what was left in the place of my wife.
He was a thing as far removed from humanity as the most vile beast.
The day came when I no longer was willing to accept him as my seed.
I approached him sleeping in his bed and put a pillow over his face.
There was no sadness in this.
As he started to struggle I saw a flash of something and felt a warm and stinging pain in my stomach.
I let go of the pillow and saw the knife in my stomach.
The blood spilled across the floor and I dropped to my knees.
Then he came for me with the knife in his hand and MURDER IN HIS EYES
An apt one for today: WAR PIGS - BLACK SABBATH
Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away they only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor .
Time will tell on their power minds. Making war just for fun.
Treating people just like pawns in chess. Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning. Ashes were the bodies burning.
No more war pigs of the power. Hand of god has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, god is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercy for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.
OH LORD YEAH!
War Ensemble - Slayer
Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number[s] that are dead
(Chorus
Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
(Chorus)
Be dead fiend from above
When darkness falls
Descend onto my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
(era forever more... war)
Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining by the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat
Sport the war, war support
The sport is [war,] total war
When victory's a massacre
When victory is survival
When this end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Its my "summer song" Lara, I have one every year just as the weather starts to turn nice. Its catchy and it keeps mentioning sunshine. Previous "summer songs" have been: -
Pianoman - Blurred
Dodgy - Stayin' out for the summer
Shed 7 - Chasing rainbows
Plus many more I can't remember. I'm not the only person who has a summer song am I?