Discussion in 'Random Chat' started by Andrea, Jul 26, 2007.
Sounds awesome actually.
Pinky and the Brain?
It's funny you should say that. Our guitarist suggested "The City Will Sleep Tonight" as a title and I said "What about: 'Tonight Pinky, We Try To Take Over The World!'"
I'd go with "NARF!" then for an album title.
I may slip it into the artwork somewhere and see if anyone notices xD
Like how Paramore slipped the band logo into the RIOT! cover.
My Chemical Romance...
Well I didn't know...SORRY!
Oh, no, didn't mean it like that... I meant "yes, I'm hooked too". xD
So this dude comes up to me and he's all like "yes im hooked too xD" and im like.. whatever!
Ow my face.
That just reminded me of the Bob Saget stand up special I watched last night. One of the funniest things EVER.
I have potatoe fingers.
Gooooood Morning LPA.
Okies, I guess...you?
Blistering sun beams shine through the blind
We've talked so dirty think I'll wash these sheets
Not to mention my mouth
Trade dreams for headaches and pain in the chest
Magic and smoke line our throats like gold
Bending our halo's and burning our wings get's so sore
Well it hurts but its good
Tigers prowl and sniff around and drink the milk I left for them in a bowl
If I nurse them they will nurse me, my bandages are so damn dirty from mud and blood and magic
We've walked on broken glass our fair share of times
You know although you cant give me the sun in new life by blood could not run
It's far too thick with drugs and ink
But Mollysue you're only nearly 21
We've got our whole lives harnessed by our sides
But if this hurts I'll hold you till it goes away
The early workers rise from their graves
I'll leave you early but not without kissing your cheek
My love it leaks I'm weak
Mae your amazing and everyone knows
When this wars over you'll be my bride
The mud from my parents cannot stain our hearts
So let's wipe our blood clean
Summer comes and beauty runs out through your fingers and all over my face
Take these rations, have my rations, my brand new fashion i'll wear you till you're old and cold and mould and vintage
We've walked on chandeliers our fair share of times
You know you're reckless and inspiring the only one to wear my ring
Their older hearts are works of art
They cannot bend away from traditions strict rhymes
Though theres bombs ringing my heart is singing
Their disapproval may well change in time
Molly don't follow the tigers tracks
They may show you their blood while they lie on their backs
But their hearts dont know about my working class
And they deliberately guide my feet onto broken glass
We don't need anyone else
Mae stay asleep with the wind and the clouds
Where you can avoid these murderous crowds
And I'll spin you a web in the sun while you rest
Where we can relax till the spiders do their best
What could possibly go wrong?
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