Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 24, 2014

Song of the Day: Throw Me Away by KoRn

Korn,_2013

Throw Me Away

Flesh wound, flesh wound
With medication it will fade
Should I assume
That someone hears me when I pray?

Love, full of hate
Don’t you love how I break?

[Chorus]
Don’t let them throw me away
Keep me and I’ll be okay
Skipping a beat but it plays
Don’t let them throw me away
Don’t let them throw me away

Screwed up, used up
Crumpled, lying on the floor
Fucked up, shut up
All you did back then was score

I’m feeling weak
Missing parts, incomplete

[Chorus]

Hold me up into the light
Fix the cracks and fix them right
Keep the pieces in the drawer
Keep them there forever more
May come in use for some day
Recycle this shit in some way
And all that I have to say
Don’t let them throw me away

[Chorus]

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 23, 2014

Song of the Day: Down With The Sickness by Disturbed

Down With The Sickness

Can you feel that?
Ah, shit

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what’s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You’ve woken up the demon in me

[Chorus:]
Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)

It seems you’re having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me

[Chorus]

(And when I dream) [x4]
No mommy, don’t do it again
Don’t do it again
I’ll be a good boy
I’ll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don’t hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don’t do it, you’re hurting me
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don’t you,
Why don’t you just fuck off and die
Why can’t you just fuck off and die
Why can’t you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
FUCK YOU
I don’t need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
How would you like to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die

[Chorus (last line changed to "Madness has now come over me")]

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 22, 2014

Song of the Day: Hell Is For Children by Pat Benatar

Pat Benatar

Hell Is For Children

They cry in the dark, so you can’t see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can’t see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

Because Hell, Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh

It’s all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
Be daddy’s good girl, and don’t tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you’ll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

Because Hell, Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
No, Hell is for children

Hell, Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell, Hell is for children

Hell, Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell, Hell is for children

Hell, Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell, Hell is for children

Hell is for children
Hell is for children

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 21, 2014

Song of the Day: Only Women Bleed by Alice Cooper

Alice Cooper

Only Women Bleed

Man got his woman to take his seed he got the power oh she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man she feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often he smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Man makes your hair grey he’s your life’s mistake all you’re really looking for’s an even break
He lies right at you you now hate this game he slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often he smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all ooh
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Man got his woman to take his seed he got the power oh she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man she feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often he smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time don’t spend a dime clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come watch me bleed
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 20, 2014

Song of the Day: Dirty Laundry by Don Henley

Don Henley

Dirty Laundry

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something
Something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor
But I wound up here
I just have to look good
I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em when they’re down
Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em when they’re down

Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em when they’re down
Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em all around

We got the bubble headed
Bleached blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you ’bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It’s interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation
Is the head dead yet
You know the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need dirty laundry

[Instrumental Interlude]

You don’t really need to find out
What’s going on
You don’t really want to know
Just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em when they’re down
Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em when they’re down

Kick ‘em when they’re up
Kick ‘em when they’re down
Kick ‘em when they’re stiff
Kick ‘em all around

(Kick ‘em when they’re up)
(Kick ‘em when they’re down)
(Kick ‘em when they’re up)
(Kick ‘em when they’re down)

(Kick ‘em when they’re up)
(Kick ‘em when they’re down)
(Kick ‘em when they’re stiff)
(Kick ‘em all around)

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers
In everybody’s pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the Innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done
We haven’t told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 19, 2014

Song of the Day: Do Ya Think I’m Sexy by Rod Stewart

Rod Stewart

Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?

Sugar, sugar

She sits alone waiting for suggestions
He’s so nervous avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don’t you just know exactly what they’re thinking

If you want my body and you think I’m sexy
come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so
Tell me so baby

He’s acting shy looking for an answer
Come on honey let’s spend the night together
Now hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant

If you want my body and you think I’m sexy
come on honey tell me so
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know

His heart’s beating like a drum
‘cos at last he’s got this girl home
Relax baby now we are alone

They wake at dawn ‘cos all the birds are singing
Two total strangers but that ain’t what they’re thinking
Outside it’s cold, misty and it’s raining
They got each other neither one’s complaining
He say’s I sorry but I’m out of milk and coffee
Never mind sugar we can watch the early movie

If you want my body and you think I’m sexy
come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so

If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know
If you really, really, really, really need me
just let me know
Just reach out and touch me
If you really want me
just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know
If you, if you, if you really need me
just come on and tell me so

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 18, 2014

Song of the Day: Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones

Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door I must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea gord turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,..

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

Yeah!

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 17, 2014

Song of the Day: Love Song by KoRn

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Love Song

Mother!
Your holding my heart, screaming
Motherfucker!
They left me broken, bleeding
Son of!
The man you loved and left for
The son of a bitch!
Who tried to show me death’s door

Everything’s illuminating
Everything is dedicating
My belief destroyed my hated?
Never get what’s over-rated

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken-hearted
Arm’s to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that i found
Lying here
I’m dying here

As in!
The bitch who’s worries rain down
Its ok!
We’re lying naked face down

Wasn’t he decapitated?
Can you see me fascinated?
Your the only thing I’ve damaged
What you get to be mismanaged

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken-hearted
Arm’s to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I’m dying here
Dying here..

Don’t bring me daffodils
Being a bouquet of pills
See some drainum
Cracked to the cranium
Protect me when you can
Just strike me when I am
Dying

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken-hearted
Arm’s to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I’m dying here
Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken-hearted
Arm’s to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I’m dying here

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 16, 2014

Song of the Day: Quicksand Jesus by Skid Row

SkidRow

Quicksand Jesus

She caught the melting sky.
It burned but still the winter passes by and by to the other side
A slow parade of wind that blows through trees that wilted
With the season’s children
Are we saved by the words of bastard saints? Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who’s behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of “for real” are crumbling from embrace
But still we chase…the shadows of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate
Or play the fool for our own sake
Tell me who’s behind the rain

What do we need where do we go when we get where we don’t know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
When faith’s our shelter from the cold

Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away…away
Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away

Quicksand Jesus I need you
Quicksand Jesus I believe you
Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away

Posted by: mylifeofcrime | October 15, 2014

Song of the Day: Sound of Madness by Shinedown

Sound of Madness

Yeah, I get it,
You’re an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid…
Watch your back!

Oh my, here we go…

Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn’t get much lower.
Quicksand’s got no sense of humor.
I’m still laughing like hell.
You think that the cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I’m gonna believe,
You’ve been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

[Chorus]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I’m still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight… for yourself?

I’m so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there’s an afterlife,
Then it’ll set you free.
But I’m not gonna part the seas
You’re a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I’m gonna believe,
You’ve been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

[Chorus]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I’m still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight… for yourself?

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I’m still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up…
When you gonna wake up and fight…

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I’m still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight… for yourself?

When you gonna wake up and fight… for yourself?

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