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Bullet With Butterfly Wings

SMASHING PUMPKINS

the world is a vampire, sent to drain secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames and what do i get, for my pain betrayed desires, and a piece of the game even though i know-i suppose i'll show all my cool and cold-like old job despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage then someone will say what is lost can never be saved despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage now i'm naked, nothing but an animal but can you fake it, for just one more show and what do you want, i want to change and what have you got when you feel the same even though i know-i suppose i'll show all my cool and cold-like old job despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage then someone will say what is lost can never be saved despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage tell me i'm the only one tell me there's no other one jesus was an only son tell me i'm the chosen one jesus was an only son for you despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage and i still believe that i cannot be saved

The Misfits Songbook
Hey.."that's like hypnotizing chickens."
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HUH?
"hey man, where'd you get that lotion..."

"It's 1969 OK / All across the USA / Another year for me and you / Another year with nothing to do" - and so opened the debut recording by Detroit's finest sons, the soon-to-be-infamous Stooges. This is the album that started it all. This is the one that would hurl a million imitators onto an unsuspecting public for decades to come. This is the album that still makes your parents cringe, even though it was recorded when they were teenagers themselves. They, like the majority of the era, probably missed the boat. They were most likely listening to Jefferson Airplane or, God forbid, The Carpenters. With the honorable exceptions of The Velvet Underground and fellow Detroit locals The MC5, The Stooges possessed the single most exciting and dangerous guitar chords to slap the world in the face as the 1960s drew to a close. The legendary lineup: Iggy Stooge (vocals), Ron Asheton (guitar), Dave Alexander (bass) and Scott Asheton (drums). The songs were tough, the vocals were wicked, and the end results were nothing short of revolutionary. Although he didn't know it at the time, 22 year old James Osterberg was soon to be dubbed "The Godfather Of Punk" (a mantle he would forever be saddled uncomfortably with). Nearly every song is a classic, and nearly every song has been covered more than once; sometimes not so successfully. "1969," "I Wanna Be Your Dog," and "No Fun," in particular, have become standards over the years, but time has not diminished their potency. 27 years later, this particular piece of wax still has the power to turn good boys and girls into raging juvenile delinquents, and thank God for that.

Angel City

MOTORHEAD

I wanna grow my hair, live in Bel Air, Lose my head, keep a live snake in my bed, I wanna backstage pass, drink Bon Jovi's booze for free, I wanna be a star & buy a hundred guitars, Eat everything I can bite, I wanna feel a little danger, feel a little stranger, Angel City tonight, I got a buncha boys, we make a lot of noise, Little bit crazy, playing with chemical toys, We're such bad ass dudes, Almost can't stand it myself, I wanna get the crabs in my elegant rags, Make my mom & daddy uptight, I wanna be an intellectual, heterosexual, Angel City tonight, I'm gonna live in L.A. drinkin' all day, Lay by the pool & let the record company pay, Talking to the devil on the bathphone all of the time, I'm gonna kick ass, I'm gonna spit broken glass, I'm gonna shoot out all of your lights, I wanna eat dirt, I'm gonna eat my own shirt, Angel City tonight, Angel City, Angel City, the way I'm used is a shame and a pity, Angel City, Angel City, rock 'n' roll alright, Angel City, Angel City, the women here ain't got no pity, Angel City, Angel City, shape up and fly right.
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    disintegration

    THE CURE

    oh i miss the kiss of treachery the shameless kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the velvety up tight against the side of me and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it starts to need to just let go my party piece oh i miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss before i feed the stench of a love for a younger meat and the sounds that it makes when it cuts in deep the holding up on bended knees the addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece but i never said that i would stay to the end so i leave you with babies and hoping for frequency screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy screaming me over and over and over i leave you with photographs pictures of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both of us knew how the ending would be... so it's all come back round to breaking apart again breaking apart like i'm made up of glass again making it up behind my back again holding my breath for the fear of sleep again holding it up behind my head again cut in deep to the heart of the bone again round and round and round and it's coming apart again over and over and over now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces i'll pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone crying for sympathy crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone dropping through sky through the glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth through the mouth of your eye through the eye of the needle it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again i never said i would stay to the end i knew i would leave you with babies and everything screaming like this in the hole of sincerity screaming me over and over and over i leave you with photographs pictures of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the memory songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both of us knew how the end always is... how the end always is...

    "Pale Blue Eyes"

    Lou Reed

    Velvet Underground

    Sometimes I feel so happy, Sometimes I feel so sad. Sometimes I feel so happy, But mostly you just make me mad. Baby, you just make me mad. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Thought of you as my mountain top, Thought of you as my peak. Thought of you as everything, I've had but couldn't keep. I've had but couldn't keep. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see, I'd put you in the mirror, I put in front of me. I put in front of me. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Skip a life completely. Stuff it in a cup. She said, "Money is like us in time, It lies, but can't stand up. Down for you is up." Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. It was good what we did yesterday. And I'd do it once again. The fact that you are married, Only proves, you're my best friend. But it's truly, truly a sin. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
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