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Music » Just Played » Dec. 28, 2012 » Midnight
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FOO FIGHTERS - TIMES LIKE THESE 12:59 am
I, I'm a one-way motorway I'm a road that drives away and follows you back home I, I'm a street light shining I'm a white light blinding bright and burning off and on Uh huh uh
It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these, time and time again
I, I'm a new day rising I'm a brand new sky to hang the stars upon tonight I, I'm a little divided Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind? Uh huh uh
It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these, time and time again Ooh...
Uh huh uh Uh huh uh
It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these, time and time again It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these, time and time again It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these, time and time again |
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TRAPT - BRING IT 12:56 am
Looking around Wondering what this is for Sure it's fine but i don't think i need this anymore I took down my self appearance And i found the definate clearance I'm getting bored inspiration is drained Till i see your face is boredom beside me...
:Chorus: Feel this Once one more to Make sure its not a dream I can't stand here any longer Please don't wake me up Your such a perfect dream of all i ever... Wanted at all
Bringing me down A flow as the glass hits the floor Shattered pieces It's not what it used to be anymore Rided it out on broken pieces Tell me now what is your thesis I need it more To make it through the day Till i see your face is boredom beside me.....
:Chorus:
I never met this dream... Reality Once I fall inside of you Again its so hard To keep my mind off of you To keep my arms off of you
So unreal So sureal
But,You're just a dream You're far away Boredom will follow around me again
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DANZIG - MOTHER 12:52 am
Mother Tell your children not to walk my way Tell your children not to hear my words What they mean What they say Mother
Mother Can you keep them in the dark for life Can you hide them from the waiting world Oh mother
Father Gonna take your daughter out tonight Gonna show her my world Oh father
Not about to see your light But if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's like Till you're bleeding Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's
Mother Tell your children not to hold my hand Tell your children not to understand Oh mother
Father Do you wanna bang heads with me Do you wanna feel everything Oh father
Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's like Till you're bleeding Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's Yeah
Not about to see your light But if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's like Till you're bleeding Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's like Mother Yeah |
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HELLYEAH - DRINK DRANK DRUNK 12:46 am
Well, staggered into yesterday Bourbon in my hand Feelin' fancy clancy, feelin' like a man I ain't afraid to cry 'cos you know I ain't no punk
Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank Drank, drunk
Feelin kinda clever, lookin kinda cool No matter what the weather You know I ain't no fool 'cos I ain't afraid to cry 'Cos you know I ain't no punk
I found it in the locker, it's gotta be a pint of vodka I see it on the table, it's gotta be a Black Label I smell it on my skin, it's gotta be a pint of gin
Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank Drank, drunk
Oh, drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk
Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk
Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank Drank, drunk
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HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD - WE ARE 12:42 am
We are young! But we have heart Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong We don't belong Born in this world as it all falls apart
I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain. I see the love; I see the hate; I see this world that we can make! I see life I see the sky. Give it all to see you fly... Yes! we wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it!! Watch the beauty of all our lies passing right before my eyes. I hear the hate in all your words all the wars to make us hurt We get so sick of so sick; we never wanted all this Medication for the kids with no reason to live!
So we March to the drums of the dammed as we come Watch it burn in the sun - we are numb!
We are young! But we have heart Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong we don't belong Born in this world as it all falls apart
As we walk among these shadows, these streets, these field of battle Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles. Hear us whisper in the dark hear in the rain u see the spark Feel the beating of our heart fleeting hope as we depart All together, walk alone against all we've ever known All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home But you take all we are; the innocence of our hearts. Make us kneel before the alter as you tear us apart!
So we March to the drums of the dammed as we come Watch it burn in the sun - we are numb!
We are young! But we have heart Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong we don't belong Born in this world as it all falls apart
We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all
We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all
We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all...
We are young! But we have heart Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong we don't belong Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are young! But we have heart Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong we don't belong Born in this world as it all falls apart
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METALLICA - FADE TO BLACK 12:35 am
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 not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly loss, this can't be real I cannot stand this hell I feel Emptiness is filling 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's too 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 goodbye Bye... |
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SHINEDOWN - ENEMIES 12:32 am
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GODSMACK - BAD RELIGION 12:29 am
Get back!
Can you feel I'm not like you anymore? I can't see; I can't breathe See you quiver like the dogs on the streets Looking down on as I beat you
It's a bad religion From a broken nation It's a contradiction And I can't take it anymore Yeah!
Who's to say I won't like you anyway? Take a deep breath; I'm alive Can you hear me? I'm alive inside of you Agony creeps up behind you....
Oh, it's a bad religion From a broken nation It's a contradiction And I can't take it any f***in' way! (It's a bad religion, bad religion, bad religion) From a broken nation It's a contradiction, yeah...
Can you feel it? I gotta live with it every day And I can't take the pressure I'm goin' insane, now go away! Go away! YEAH...! |
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THE BLACK KEYS - LITTLE BLACK SUBMARINES 12:25 am
Little black submarines Operator, please, Put me back on the line
Told my girl I’d be back Operator, please, This is wrecking my mind.
Oh, can it be, the voices calling me? They get lost and out of time.
I should’ve seen it glow, But everybody knows That a broken heart is blind That a broken heart is blind
Pick you up, let you down, when I wanna go To a place I can hide
You know me, I had plans But they just disappear To the back of my mind Oh, can it be, the voices calling me? They get lost and out of time.
I should’ve seen it glow, But everybody knows That a broken heart is blind That a broken heart is blind
Treasure maps, fallen trees Operator, please, Call me back when it’s time
Stolen friends and disease, Operator, please Pass me back to my mind
Oh, can it be, the voices calling me? They get lost and out of time
I should’ve seen it glow, But everybody knows That a broken heart is blind That a broken heart is blind That a broken heart is blind That a broken heart is blind
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ROB ZOMBIE - LIVING DEAD GIRL 12:22 am
Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
Living Dead Girl
(What are you thinking about?) (What are you thinking about?) (What are you thinking about?)
Si señor
Ow Rage in the cage And piss upon the stage There's only one sure way To bring the giant down Defunct the strings Of cemetery things With one flat foot On the devil's wing
Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living dead girl Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living dead girl
(What are you thinking about?) (What are you thinking about?)
Si señor
Ow Raping the geek And hustling the freak Like a hunchback juice On a sentimental noose Operation filth They love to love the wealth Of an SS whore Making scary sounds
Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living dead girl Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living dead girl
(Ooh, ooh, oohh, ohhh) (Ooh, ooh, oohh, ohhh)
(What are you thinking about?)
Ow Cyclone Jack Hallucinating hack Thinks Donna Reed Eats dollar bills Goldfoot's machine Creates another fiend So beautiful They'll make you kill
Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living dead girl Crawl on me Sink into me Die for me Living dead girl
Blood on her skin Dripping with sin Do it again Living dead girl Blood on her skin Dripping with sin Do it again Living dead girl |
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KID ROCK - LET'S RIDE 12:16 am
(feat. Method Man, Saukrates & Streetlife)
(Adam F) Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to the Roller Coaster Malpractice Please stay seated, yeh, and hold on even FUCKIN tighter now Cause this next section's, as big as the FUCKIN BLEEDIN Ti-FUCKIN-tanic!! And it's called the Heart Attack Mountain; which we feel is self-explanatory ("Stop stop stop stop!!")
(Streetlife) Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date n****s cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, Street got options F*** y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin All emcee's paused when they heard the album's droppin Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce, joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock s*** Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the f*** out, bust a clip for the f*** of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You) Who the ultimate? (Wu) Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap s*** (n****) Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my d*** and flick it, get the picture
(interlude) Hold on.. {DT}: This is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfunkers live Hold on, hold on.. {Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")
(Redman) Yo, yo, yo I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shottie (raise 'em up!) I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up (nev-ah!) I never got a Soul Train award (nev-ah!) Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all (nev-ah!) Trick a b**** car payment off I'm a orangutang when the chain is off n**** I set-trip, and I slowly blas with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin, stains of blood on your Roley glass When I'm, in your hood n**** throw me bags
(interlude) Hold on.. {DT}: You've just been hit, with the ultimate hardcore s*** Hold on, hold on.. {motherf***er} {Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")
(Method Man) Let's trip the night fantastic I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic These big butt b****es get they ass kicked It is what it is, s***tin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like "Nobody Beats the Wiz" Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the Clan and you know the f***in man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your b**** man Lookin in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F and be flexin as hard as my erection Kid learn your lesson cuz what if I decide to start testin your joint - end the motherf***in session
(interlude) Hold on.. {DT}: This is the final moment, where you motherf***ers bout to die Hold on, hold on.. {yo} {Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")
(Saukrates) Yo, yo - let a n**** get into it Lubricate y'all veins with this "Do-It" fluid I Einstein the rymes, spit them thangs to prove it Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest Now I'm on the highway, doin it my way With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday Performin like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, ain't no friction I got them rap heads fillin out a prescription, with diciton Gettin thick when I put fire to the steaks And burn the odds, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin Make it clear - look out, Big 'Sauks is here, n**** what?
(outro) Hold on.. {DT}: This is Dr. Trevis, warnin y'all motherf***ers Hold on, hold on.. {Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!") Hold on, hold on.. {DT}: PPP Def Squad, we lock s*** down Hold on, hold on.. {Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")
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TEMPLE OF THE DOG - HUNGER STRIKE 12:12 am
Well I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadents But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled
Yeah But it's on the table The fire's cooking And they're farming babies The slaves are all working
Blood is on the table The mouths are all choking But I'm goin' hungry Yeah
I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadents But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled
But it's on the table The fire is cooking And they're farming babies The slaves are all working
And it's on the table Their mouths are all choking But I'm going hungry (Going hungry) I'm going hungry (Going hungry) I'm going hungry (Going hungry) |
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BUSH - THE SOUND OF WINTER 12:09 am
There's a screened-in porch in the front, but not in the back. The back's just got a door and a crepe myrtle bush, and a little old dried-up garden, and some woods way on back. There's a hickory nut tree that covers the whole roof. Sounds like hand grenades hitting the tin roof all the time. There's an old wood floor that's bowed-up just about everywhere. It's got a thin coat of white stuff on it, even though it's a dark wood floor. There's a washing machine right outside the back door. It's a ringer washer, the kind they don't use any more. I got my hand caught it in several times and usually got my arse whipped for it, even though I was the one that got hurt. There's a snake stick, that's what they called it anyway, by the back door. 'Cause if you wanted to go outside, you'd usually need it. Everything's green most of the time, except in the winter when you could see the highway. It's not a leaf on the trees. There's an old rock well where we clean the squirrels. I used to sit out there by that and watch the Carbur girl come down the road.
She didn't have but one dress and that's all she needed. It was kind of red and kind of grey, kind of tore-up and kind of perfect. She was built like a brick s*** house. She had polish on her toenails, it only went about half-way down 'cause they was always tore-up. She used to walk across the side yard right by the well and go stand by the crepe myrtle bush and look in the screen door. She'd usually stand there for about ten minutes, and back then I wasn't sure what she wanted. These days I understand. If I'd have known then what I know now, well, my life might have been pretty different. Well, she was about eight or nine years older than I was when I first started school. I knew there was something. There's something about the south, the air is a lot heavier, and it seems like the women sweat, even when they're not.
I don't know if you've ever heard rain on a tin roof or not, but it's kind of tailor made for love. And one day I was in the house and I was looking back toward the back screen-door and there she was. Standing there for ten minutes. The only thing different this day is that my daddy went back there and talked to her. He told her she looked pretty. I thought the same thing, but there's something about the look in his eye that was a little different than the one I had in mine. And he walked outside and they went past the crepe myrtle bush and past the well and out into the green. And I walked to the back door and I watched for a long time. All I could see was trees. And after a time, I really couldn't count, and they came back out. And my daddy was walking way ahead of her, and she was kind of following, almost running. He acted like he didn't want to have anything to do with her and I was wondering why. Why would you be so happy going in and so down coming out? I don't know. That's what I thought then. He didn't act like she was so pretty any more. Now I think I get it. I think I've got it several times. |
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ALL THAT REMAINS - STAND UP 12:05 am
I. The Rover(Instrumental)
It was an April morning When they told us we should go And as I turn to you you smiled at me How could we say no? With all the fun to have To live the dreams we always had Woah the songs to sing When we at last return again, yeah Oh Oh
Sending off a glancing kiss To those who claim they know To know the streets the seaman hears The devil in his hole Oh to sail away To sandy lands and other days Oh to touch the dream Hides inside and never seen, yeah Oh Ooh
Into the sun the south the north Lies the first of hope Shackles of commitment fell In pieces on the ground Oh to ride the wind To tread the air above the din Oh to laugh aloud Dancing as we fought the crowd, yeah Oh oooh
To seek the man whose pointing hand The giant step unfolds With guidance from the curving path That churns up into stone If one bell should ring In celebration for a king So fast the heart should beat As proud the head with heavy feet, yeah Ooooh
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah Here we go Wanted to know, oh, oh Sing out hare, hare, oh Dance the hoochie koo The city lights Oh so bright As we go sliding Sliding, sliding, sliding Through Oooh Oooh Oh, all right
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NIRVANA - IN BLOOM 12:00 am
Sell the kids for food. Weather changes moods. Spring is here again. Reproductive glands.
He's the one, he likes all our pretty songs, And he likes to sing along, And he likes to shoot his gun, But he knows not what it means. Knows not what it means when I say... He's the one, he likes all our pretty songs, And he likes to sing along, And he likes to shoot his gun, But he knows not what it means. Knows not what it means when I say, yeah...
We can have some more. Nature is a whore. Bruises on the fruit. Tender age in bloom.
He's the one, he likes all our pretty songs, And he likes to sing along, And he likes to shoot his gun, But he knows not what it means. Knows not what it means when I say... He's the one, he likes all our pretty songs, And he likes to sing along, And he likes to shoot his gun, But he knows not what it means. Knows not what it means when I say, yeah...
He's the one, he likes all our pretty songs, And he likes to sing along, And he likes to shoot his gun, But he knows not what it means. Knows not what it means when I say... He's the one, he like all our pretty songs, And he likes to sing along, And he likes to shoot his gun, But he knows not what it means. Knows not what it means, Knows not what it means, Knows not what it means when I say, yeah... |
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