Alice Cooper - School's Out

Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all

School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

I Will Follow You Into The Dark-Death Cab For Cutie


Heart Less-A Day To Remember



Homesick-A Day To Remember


The Only Difference Between Martydom And Suicide Is Press Coverage-Panic! At The Disco


The Call Out ( You Are The Dishes, And The Dishes Are Done)-Hit The Lights

any song by The Roots.

Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead or Alive:



Chris Cornell - You know my Name



Unkown Artist, GAINAX - Everything you've ever dreamed


Frank Sinatra - Strangers in the Night



Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With Me



Franz Ferdinand - Lucid Dreams

Cribs ft. Lee Ranaldo - Be Safe

One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that. There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head.

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow, frame by frame with two minutes that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.

Telephone poles like praying mantras against the sky, metal arms outstretched. So much land travelled so little sense made of it. It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us. I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials. Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane inconvenience, linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, and torturous lice, mad Elizabeth. Chemotherapy bullshit.

The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements, the movie unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin.

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away, I've hear your stairs creak. I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no. I'll film you face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection. Racing thoughts, racing thoughts. All too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you arm on your shoulder. A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.

Every clear afternoon now I'll picture you up in the air twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears.

Imitation. Distant, tired of longing. Clean white teeth. Stay the course. Hold the wheel. Steer on to freedom. Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Times Square midday: newspaper buildings, news headlines going around, you watch as they go, and hope that some good comes. Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves. Around six pm, shadows across cobblestones, girl in front of a bathroom mirror she slowly and carefully and paints her face green and mask like. A portrait. A green stripe. Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot. The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements. The movie unreeling, about to begin.

^ Good old Mayhem. I don't really rate those lyrics though .

There's a bridge over the other side of town that I'd
walk over if I wanna see my friends, but it burnt down.

So I never saw anyone of them again, and in their place
I filled with things I knew I could hold onto more.

I was only just a child, I didn't know what to do with what
I had so I, so I threw it away. And I know now, the more
you get the more you get the more you get the less you are.

There's a million different sides of me she said, there isn't
anything you learn from being angry, so don't.

I was only just a child, I didn't know what to do with what I had so
I, threw it away. If there is anything in life you can be sure of,
everything you work so hard to get will all just go away, some day.

The more you get, the more the more you get, the less you are.
The more you get, the more the more you get, the less you are.

Ha ha... something a bit more meaningful then.

oh god, i didn't hear the song but i read the lyrics and, man... Oh god, i'm as much laughting as i am horrified by it .

Anyway, to contrast that song a little and since i feel i have to post something....


My Favorite Gorillaz theme, Lyrics:



I just love the melancholy of the song, it's truly well made actually, specially loved the singing and lyrics, beautiful in a sad way...
Lyrics:

deadman is a really wonderful band, their lyrics can range from uplifting to depressing to insane, angry, etc. right now, i've really been paying attention to the last couple of lines of a song called 「盲目の羽根と星を手に」(moumoku no hane to hoshi wo te ni, wings of blindness and stars in my hand)

「星達が照らしている転ばないように
星達が照らしてる　でも気付く事は無い」

The stars shine down on me, so I don't fall
The stars shine down on me, but I don't notice them.

this could be applied to so many people here, tbh. think about them.
another reoccurring theme in this band's lyrics is the idea of a night light, or something to get you through the darkest times. i've always loved that ideology.

another, by the band 9goats black out.. probably some of my favourite lyrics.



An afternoon in which I want to burn and melt the horribly painful scars
within the untouchable depths of my chest in the sunlight
The echoing sound is sorrow
Repeating complacent words inside my head

Is an existence lying here, slowly rotting away
different from a hasty death?
The dark colour on my eyelids and this vivid intent wont be ruined
I acknowledge death as death and express my love


those lyrics.
okay, this is my depressing lyric dump of the day... also, the most translating i've done in months.

i messed up so it got deleted