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(2003)
1. Thir13teen[pastime music from "The Munsters" TV show]2. I Don't Wanna Be MeI don't wanna be me anymoreEver throwing at his homeTwo glass houses, twenty stonesFourteen yellow, six are blueCould it be worse... quite doubtfulTwo steps forward, three steps backWithout warning, heart attackHe fell asleep in the snowNever woke up, died alonePlease don't dress in blackWhen you're at his wakeDon't go there to mournBut to celebrate3. Less Than Zero (<0)My reflection as that shadow'sblessing my deathLast soul in agony meet machine tragedyGod if you love me, then why won'tyou set me freeI don't have call-waiting, hey, was thatyou pranking me?The sheep withinWearing wolf's skinWeak vagiantAmongst midgetsSnot and cum, piss and shitOf this I am made - like a taste of it?Vomit, pus, sweat, tears, bloodThe scab removed, revealing what wasOf this man of SteeleNothing is realThe truth be scantLord of idiotsThe punishment?Eternal lentVictims be clearYou're all volunteers4. Todd's Ship Gods (Above All Things)Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard picturesGiant living there I used to knowAuthor of the testosterone scripturesWhere did you go?Now I remember what he told me that timeFalling from my bike, scraping my knee:"If you're gonna weep, keep it from sunshine,so no one sees"I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"See little boy hiding amongst shadowsAshamed of tears exposing ancient painFrom the storms predicted by the Tarot:Pray for the rainI won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"5. I Like GoilsForget the jar of VaselineHey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queenAnd yeah,You can drool, beg me and hopeThere's no damn way I'm playing drop the soapOK,I know I'm strange but I ain't no queerSo take your rage and disappearBut I'm proud not to be PC'Cause -I like goilsBad goils all over this worldNow I don't know whose ass you've lickedNo shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dickHe says:"How 'bout no sex - we'll just be friends"Hey no thanks Pal, I'll stick to lesbiansYou're rightA sexist pig, I guess it's true(I hate all men including you)I don't care what you think of me'Cause -I like goilsBad goils all over this worldI'm quite flattered that you think I'm cuteBut I don't deal well with compacted poopSo look,If my views make you annoyedYou're just jealous I don't have hemorrhoidsSo now,To make it clear that you can't bone meMy tattooed ass reads "exit only"I don't care much for sodomy'Cause -I like goilsBad goils all over this world6. ...A Dish Better Served ColdlyWhat makes you think that you have wonWhen the battle has only just begun?Let the punishment fit the crimeBad things come to those in all good timeMy mistake was to put you firstDeceitful bubble was so soon to burstI asked you - believe in just usNow my faith lie in mine own justiceHow many times must I say I'm not sorry?And how many ways can I show I don't care?Rotting bodies of enemiesCannot smell sweet enough to meWhat is the price of a friendWho would carry out revenge?In this bleak world of absent lawsOne in which the just are whoresAn honor to die for the truthEye for an eye, tooth for toothHow many times must I say I'm not sorry?And how many ways can I show I don't care?7. How Could She?Wilma Flintstone, Marcia Brady,Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz,Laverne and Shirley, JeannieMorticia Adams, Aunt Esther,Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha,Mrs. MacGillicuddyHow could she?Ginger, Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell,Samantha Stevens, Lieutentant Uhura,Judy JetsonOlive Oyl, Ethel Mertz,Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster,Rhoda, Penny RobinsonHow could she?Why don't you love me anymore?Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyedNo recourse except for celluloidIn my heart, I know you are not realThough in mind, suspect you still can feelWalt Disney or Hanna-BarberaBlack or white, stunning TechnicolorWarner Brothers and the A.A.P.I've become addicted to TVCrissy Snow, Catwoman,Creepela, Weezie Jefferson,Betty Rubble, Little Cindy WhoPenelope Pitstop, Lois Lane,Vanna White, Wonder Woman,Elly May, Maude, WitchiepooHow could she?Why don't you love me anymore?How could you?8. Life Is Killing MeLike a Jew in ancient SpainAnd for Christ's name did pay with painModern day inquisitionWhat is the link between these crafts?Doctors and thieves, they both wear masksOverpaid meat magiciansLife is killing meYour doctorate and Ph.D.Would wipe my ass etched in fecesWill not cure your afflictionDoctors Jeckyll or MengeleAnd your face too, they're just a blurCan't improve my conditionLife is killing meAppointment made, waited three hoursDid not realize you had such powerI'd rather see a morticianYour parents saved or had the bucksYour education stems from luckFuture corpse: death by physicianI have no choice: devoid of rightsSo pull the plug, it's my damned lifeKeep me alive to increase your billA Red Cross hell? - the hospital!Just let me die with dignityIt's not suicide, simply mercyJust who do you think you are?Medical school don't make you GodNow I don't care what you've been taughtJust get me off this life supportJust let me die, with dignityIt's not suicide, simply mercyLife is killing me9. NettieNettie, no need to cryLet me wipe those tear drops from your eyesIn the dark bathed in Cathode ray blueMiss Red Hook of 1922Weeping silently for the pain of othersEvery night a tearful rosaryA victim of the curse of empathyHer reward for compassion is to sufferNettie, no need to cryLet me wipe those tear drops from your eyesMy shortcomings I know caused her griefStill she loves me. This I can't believe!Responding not with anger but a prayerHeaven's just Southwest of Cobble HillTrue, I am the son of an AngelMaternally, not one woman comparesNettie, no need to cryLet me wipe those tear drops from your eyesIf you fall, I will catch youWhen you're lost, I'll be there soonFar away, but of course nearWhen you're sad, I'm always hereThank you for saving me from myselfYour compassion became its own hellUnequivocally beautiful inside and outWithout a doubtNettie, no need to cryLet me wipe those tear drops from your eyes10. (We Were) ElectrocuteWe were electrocuteIn our has-been 1980's suitsSo electrocuteEveryone we knew said it was trueThat's when even strangers knew our namesTen year's later sighed "what a shame"We were electrocuteTo make the point again is mootSsssssso electrocuteHow on you I've wasted my youthYour cold eyes of Coney Island sandHair dyed the blood of a foolish manSo proud to be by your sideWe were a team no one deniedEven though I still miss your lipsYou're about as real as your tits11. IYDKMIGTHTKY (Gimme That)It's been doing some thinkingAnd felt fair that she should knowAll actions in which partakeAre far beyond it's controlWhether it was born or bred(Genetic, Environment)I wouldn't bother to ask it whySimply concentrate on whenIt lies awake, yes, quite obsessedMaking plans but It won't tellSo longs to hear her final words:"I brought this on myself"The theory of futilityNow you'll learn, so be preparedEnemies are equal toWrath times the speed of fright squaredIf you don't kill meI'm going to have to kill you... you-whoMy God helps those who help themselvesOf thus, she shant be ashamedCrawl into line and wait your turnRemember Jesus slavesDepartment of Probation:"Legally It can't be blamed,held therefore unaccountablesince It's clinically insane- what a shame again"If you don't kill meI'm going to have to kill you... you-whoYou must decideWe're out of timeNo place to hideYour choice, not mine!12. Angry InchMy sex-change operation got botchedMy guardian angel fell asleep on the watchNow all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotchI got an angry inchSix inches forward and five inches backI got aI got an angry inchI'm from the land where you still hear the criesI had to get out to sever all tiesI changed my name and assumed a disguiseI got an angry inchSix inches forward and five inches backI got aI got an ingry inchSix inches forward and five inches backThe train is coming and I'm tied to the trackI try to get up but I can't get no slackI got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inchMy mother made my tits out of clayMy boyfriend told me that he'd take me awayThey dragged me to the doctor one dayI've got an angry inchSix inches forward and five inches backI got aI got an angry inchA long story short:When I woke up from the operationI was bleeding down thereBleeding from the gash between my legsMy first day as a womanAnd already it's that time of the monthBut two days laterThe hole closed up and the wound healedAnd I was left with a one inch mound of fleshWhere my penis used to beWhere my vagina never wasA one inch mound of fleshWith a scar running down itLike a sideways grimaceOn an eyeless faceIt was just a little bulgeIt was an angry inchSix inches forward and five inches backThe train is coming and I'm tied to the trackI try to get up but I can't get no slackI got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inchSix inches forward and five inches backStay undercover 'til the night turns to blackI got my inch and I'm set to attackI got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch13. AnesthesiaLike a flash of light in an endless nightLife is trapped between two black entities'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begunNo way to prepare, impending despairDid one say so cruel: "Tis better to love than lose"Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kissSo many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearnedRemember desire only fuels the fire - liarBetwixed birth and death, every breath regretI pity the living, envy for the deadEmotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numbI'd rather not care than to be aware - be scaredI don't need loveAre a thousand tears worth a single smile?When you give an inch, will they take a mile?Longing for the past but dreading the futureIf not being used, well then you're a user and a loserWorld renowned failure at both death and lifeGiven nothingness, purgatory blightTo run and hide, a cowardly procedureOptions exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesiaI don't feel anything.14. Drunk In Paris15. The Dream Is DeadChampagne glass of blood and wineOn chocolate hearts alone I dineCandles weeping waxing tearsTen for roses each one a year - disappearArrows fester in my heartEach memory another dartLove and death both colored redShowing my past, the dream is deadAnother lonely Valentine's DayI can't believe that things turned out this wayAnd though I hate to see you goI know it must be soAnother lonely Valentine's DayNobody will break your fallAll for none, yeah, none for allNothing's so cruel as the truthJoin the Festival of FoolsNobody will break your fallAll for one, yeah, none for allNothing's so cruel as the truthJoin the festival, my foolsAnother lonely Valentine's DayI can't believe things turned out this wayAnd though I hate to see you goI know it must be soAnother lonely Valentine's DayThe dream is dead
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2007. 02. 26.