maybe the music isnt dead maybe we all just forgot's Journal (original) (raw)

| kate-ben folds five | | | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 03:57pm 22/04/2005 | | | | | She plays Wipeout on the drumsThe squirrels and the birds comeGather round to sing the guitarOh I...Have you got nothing to say?When all words fail she speaksHer mix tape's a masterpieceWalks through the gardenSo the roses can seeOh I...Have you got nothing to say?And you can see the daisies in her footstepsDandelions, butterfliesI wanna be KateKate...Kate...KateEveryday she wears the same thingI think she smokes potShe's everything I wantShe's everything I'm notOh I...Have you got nothing to say?She never gets wetShe smiles and it's a rainbowAnd she speaksAnd she breathesI wanna be KateDown by Rosemary and CameronShe hands out the Bhagavad-GitaI see her around every couple daysI wanna meet her so I can say...hey Kateooh la la laooh la la laooh la la la laShe never gets wetShe smiles and it's a rainbowYou can seeI wanna wanna wanna be KateKate...Kate...KateNa Na KateKate...Kate...KateNa Na Na Na Na Na | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| green day. | | | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 10:19am 22/04/2005 | | | | | summer has come and passedthe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endslike my fathers come to passseven years has gone so fastwake me up when september endshere comes the rain againfalling from the starsdrenched in my pain againbecoming who we areas my memory restsbut never forgets what i lostwake me up when september endssummer has come and passedthe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endsring out the bells againlike we did when spring beganwake me up when september endshere comes the rain againfalling from the starsdrenched in my pain againbecoming who we areas my memory restsbut never forgets what i lostwake me up when september endssummer has come and passedthe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endslike my father's come to passtwenty years has gone so fastwake me up when september endswake me up when september endswake me up when september ends | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| scar tissue -- rhcp | | | | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 05:52pm 05/04/2005 | | | | | mood: angry Scar tissue that I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know it all Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause With the birds I'll share With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view Push me up against the wall Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra Fallin' all over myself To lick your heart and taste you health 'cause With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view Blood loss in a bathroom stall Southern girl with a scarlet drawl Wave good-bye to ma and pa 'cause With the birds I'll share With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view Soft spoken with a broken jaw Step outside but not to brawl Autumn's sweet we call it fall I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view Scar tissue that I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know it all Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause With the birds I'll share With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view With the birds I'll share This lonely view | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| ohio is for lovers-hawthorne heights | | | | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 12:58pm 03/04/2005 | | | | | mood: blank Hey there,I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.Where you are and how you feel.With these lights off as these wheelskeep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)Slow things down or speed them up.Not enough or way too much. (and on and on and on...)How are you when I'm gone?And I can't make it on my own.(And I can't make it on my own.)Because my heart is in Ohio.So cut my wrists and black my eyes. (Cut my wrists and black my eyes)So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.Because you kill me.You know you do, you kill me well.You like it too, and I can tell.You never stop until my final breath is gone.Spare me just three last words."I love you" is all she heard.I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.Spare me just three last words."I love you" is all she heard.I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.And I can't make it on my own.(And I can't make it on my own.)Because my heart is in Ohio.So cut my wrists and black my eyes. (Cut my wrists and black my eyes)So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.Because you kill me.You know you do, you kill me well.You like it too, and I can tell.You never stop until my final breath is gone. | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| the metro-system of a down | | | | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 05:45pm 30/03/2005 | | | | | I'm alonesitting with my broken glassMy four wallsfollow me through my pastI was on a Paris trainI emerged in London rainAnd you were waiting thereswimming through apologiesI remember searching for the perfect wordsI was hoping you might change your mindI remember a soldier standing next to meRiding on the metroI was smiling as you took my handSaw the moon we spoke in FranceYou were passed as shallow wordsIt isn't passed there's still a hurtYou were passed as shallow wordsYears have passed there's still a hurtI can see it nowsmiling as you pulled awaySOR-RY!I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand"I’ll love you always" filled my eyesI remember the night we walked along the SeineRiding on the metroI remember a feeling coming over meThe soldier turned and walked awayFuck you, for loving me!Riding on the metro | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| snow patrol's Run | | | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 03:42pm 29/03/2005 | | | | | this song is permanently stuck in my head....I'll sing it one last time for youThen we really have to goYou've been the only thing that's rightIn all I've doneAnd I can barely look at youBut every single time I doI know we'll make it anywhereAway from hereLight up, light upAs if you have a choiceEven if you cannot hear my voiceI'll be right beside you dearLouder louderAnd we'll run for our livesI can hardly speak I understandWhy you can't raise your voice to sayTo think I might not see those eyesMakes it so hard not to cryAnd as we say our long goodbyeI nearly doLight up...Slower slowerWe don't have time for thatAll I want is to find an easier wayTo get out of our little headsHave heart my dearWe're bound to be afraidEven if it's just for a few daysMaking up for all this messLight up, light upAs if you have a choiceEven if you cannot hear my voiceI'll be right beside you dear | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| | | | | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 11:49pm 21/03/2005 | | | | | mood: nostalgic Hurt BeforeMusic & Lyrics: Andrea CorrTranscript: www.corrsonline.comShe's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goesLoves her mum and her dad, the only secure that she knowsBut at night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody newHer someone for to hold, she's praying the dream will come trueShow me the way - show me, show me howHelp me be brave - for loveShow me the way - show me, tell me howWhat do you sayThere's a pain in her heart, she's trying so hard to unwindMakes her cry in the night, when visions so real make her blindWants to break through the the fearErasing the scars from withinStart a new kind of being - she's down and she's praying againShow me the way - show me, show me howHelp me be brave - for loveShow me the way - show me, tell me howWhat do you sayYou see she's -Turning the key, unlocking the doorEmbracing the rollercoaster worldStepping outside, with body and soulTaking whatever future holdsTurning the key, unlocking the doorEmbracing the rollercoaster worldTake it in stride, you're just twenty-fiveAnd you know we've all been hurt before[Violin solo]You see she's -Turning the key, unlocking the doorEmbracing the rollercoaster worldStepping outside, with body and soulTaking whatever future holdsTurning the key, unlocking the doorEmbracing the rollercoaster worldTake it in stride, you're just twenty-fiveAnd you know we've all been hurt beforeYeah we've all been hurt beforeSo you're not alone..., no...You're not alone... | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| brand new - good to know that if i ever need attention all i have to do is die | | | | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 12:56pm 17/03/2005 | | | | | I love this song .....Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen? It's ink that lies, the pen, the page, the paper. I live, I learn. You will always take what I have earned. So aid my end while I believe I'm winning. Our friends speak out in our defense. Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent. We burn the gallows they erect, and cut the nooses they tie for our necks. You constantly make it impossible to make conversation. We're comatose but audible. And I like it the farther i get out. We passed it off but it's all on us. Only common conversation, it took everything i got. And I like it the farther i get out. Once said, always said. I will hold the past over your head. I'll speak my mind whenever i feel slighted. I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge. Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you. We slip concealed back to the keep. Concede to do the work for free. We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep. You constantly make it impossible to make conversation. We're comatose but audible. And I like it the farther I get out. We passed it off but it's all on us. Only common conversation, it took everything I got. And I like it the farther I get out. You constantly make it impossible to make conversation. We're comatose but audible. And I like it the farther I get out. We passed it off but it's all on us. Only common conversation, it took everything I got. And I like it the farther I get out. | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| karma police -- radiohead. | | | | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 09:45pm 02/03/2005 | | | | | mood: drained karma police, arrest this manhe talks in mathshe buzzes like a fridgehe's like a detuned radiokarma police, arrest this girlher hitler hairdo ismaking me feel illand we have crashed her partythis is what you getthis is what you getthis is what you get when you mess with uskarma policei've given all i canit's not enoughi've given all i canbut we're still on the payrollthis is what you getthis is what you getthis is what you get when you mess with usand for a minute there, i lost myself, i lost myselfand for a minute there, i lost myself, i lost myselffor for a minute there, i lost myself, i lost myselffor for a minute there, i lost myself, i lost myselfphew, for a minute there, i lost myself, i lost myself | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| Thoughtless- Korn | | | | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 02:01pm 01/03/2005 | | | | | Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies Pushing all the mercy down, down, down I wanna see you try to take a swing at me Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me? You take your turn lashing out at me I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me And I'll pull the trigger And you're down, down, down Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me? You take your turn lashing out at me I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down) They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down) I've got my body, got my body back against the wallI've got my body, got my body back against the wallGonna take you downI've got my body, got my body back against the wallI've got my body, got my body back against the...All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screamingI don't normally listen to Korn, but I was at my friend's house and she was listening to it over and over and over again and it's been stuck in my head for two fucking days. | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| Metal Merchants - Hallows Eve | | | | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 04:29pm 01/03/2005 | | | | | mood: moshing **Metal Merchants - Hallows Eve - Tales Of Terror (1985)**MerchantsConquering and pillaging our metal it will stand the mighty metallion will be heard across the land in the end aren't we all animals and leather is the word so welcome to the human zoo where metal can be heardMetal Merchants Metal Merchants Conquering and pillaging unleashed and let go death to modern music and to all who oppose we'll blacken eyes of their severed headsdismember them at night we'll shove our metal down their throats and show them who is rightBang your head against the stageThrow, throw your fist up in the air don't worry their downgrading of our leather and long hair thrusting with a vengeance now we know just what they are we're all metal merchants and there ain't no fucking stars.seriously man, check this fucking kickass band out! | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| Green Day Rocks... | | | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 06:28pm 28/02/2005 | | | | | mood: mellow This song is totally stuck in my head!!!!I walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut it's home to me and I walk aloneI walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of Broken DreamsWhere the city sleepsand I'm the only one and I walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk a...My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's beatingSometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk aloneAh-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ahI'm walking down the lineThat divides me somewhere in my mindOn the border lineOf the edge and where I walk aloneRead between the linesWhat's fucked up and everything's alrightCheck my vital signsTo know I'm still alive and I walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk a...My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's beatingSometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk aloneAh-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ahAh-ah, Ah-ahI walk aloneI walk a...I walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of Broken DreamsWhere the city sleepsAnd I'm the only one and I walk a...My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's beatingSometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk alone... | | | | | | Read 4 - Post | | | | | |