Marculations

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains

The night has fallen down the staircase…

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried…

But the icicles hung down like prison bars…

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried…
(And) I lost the will to fight…
The will to fight…

The Night I Lost The Will To Fight
Cursive
Domestica

Say goodbye on a night
Like this
If it’s the last thing we ever do
You never looked as lost as this
Sometimes it doesn’t even look like you
It goes dark
It goes darker still
Please stay
But I watch you like I’m made of stone
As you walk away
I’m coming to find you if it takes me all night
A witch hunt for another girl
For always and ever is always for you
Your trust
The most gorgeously stupid thing I ever cut in the world

Say hello on a day like today
Say it everytime you move
The way that you look at me now
Makes me wish I was you
It goes deep
It goes deeper still
This touch
And the smile and the shake of your head

I’m coming to find you if it takes me all night
Can’t stand here like this anymore
For always and ever is always for you
I want it to be perfect
Like before
I want to change it all

I want to change

A Night Like This
The Cure
Head On The Door

Thought I ran into you down on the street,
Then it turned out to only be a dream,
I made a point to burn all of the photographs,
She went away and then I took a different path,
I remember the face,
But I can’t recall the name,
Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Seems that she disappeared without a trace,
Did she ever marry old what’s his face,
I made a point to burn all of the photographs,
She went away and then I took a different path,
I remember the face,
But I can’t recall the name,
Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Remember, whatever,
It seems like forever ago,
Remember, whatever,
It seems like forever ago,
The regrets are useless,
In my mind,
She’s in my head,
I must confess,
The regrets are useless,
In my mind,
She’s in my head,
From so long ago

And in the darkest night,
If my memory serves me right,
I’ll never turn back time

Forgetting you, but not the time

Whatsername
Green Day
American Idiot

Such a lonely day,
And it’s mine.
The most loneliest day of my life.
Such a lonely day should be banned.
It’s a day that I can’t stand.

The most loneliest day of my life.
The most loneliest day of my life.

Such a lonely day shouldn’t exist.
It’s a day that I’ll never miss.
Such a lonely day, and it’s mine.
The most loneliest day of my life.
And if you go, I wanna go with you.
And if you die, I wanna die with you.
Take your hand and walk away.

The most loneliest day of my life.
The most loneliest day of my life.
The most loneliest day of my life.

Such a lonely day, and it’s mine.
It’s a day that I’m glad I survived.

Lonely Day
System of a Down
Hypnotize

Who do you believe can put some meaning in your life
Meaning in your life
Meaning in your life
Who do you conceive to provide you guidance and light
Guidance and light
Guidance and light
Are they waiting for you in the by and by
Do you even have to try

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn’t difficult to see
It’s easy to confuse grand design with life’s repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It’s only destiny

Why do you consent to live in ignorance and fear
Ignorance and fear
Ignorance and fear
Ancient people succumbed to it can it happen here
Can it happen here
Can it happen here
Does it make you suffer cuz you have to die
Is it best to live a lie

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn’t difficult to see
It’s easy to confuse grand design with life’s repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It’s only destiny

Why can’t you see
There ain’t no destiny
For you and me
There ain’t no destiny
Why can’t you see
There ain’t no destiny
For you and me
There ain’t no destiny

Headed for eternity and destined for nothing
The future isn’t difficult to see
It’s easy to confuse grand design with life’s repercussions
Lament not your vanquished fantasy
It’s only destiny

Destined For Nothing
Bad Religion
The Process of Belief

Cut it out – your self-inflicted pain
is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on – to the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again – the art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail – to boost your CD sales
And that CD sells – yeah, what a hit
You’ve got to repeat it
you gotta’ sink to swim

If at first you don’t succeed
you gotta recreate your misery
’cause we all know art is hard
young artists have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try again
the comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
’til it’s all the same old shit

Oh, a second verse!
Well, color me fatigued
I’m hiding in the leaves
in the CD jacket sleeves
tired of entertaining
some double-dipped meaning
a soft serve analogy
This drunken angry slur
in thirty-one flavors
You gotta’ sink to swim
immerse yourself in rejection
regurgitate some sorry tale
about a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta’ fake the pain
you better make it sting
you’re gonna’ break a leg
when you get on stage
and they scream your name
“Oh, Cursive is so cool!”

You gotta sink to swim
impersonate greater persons
’cause we all know art is hard
when we don’t know who we are

Art Is Hard
Cursive
The Ugly Organ

I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
Till you died, but you’re still alive

And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

Ohh… aah… ahh… ahh…

‘Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
That was me and I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails
Down someone else’s back I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it?

You Oughta Know
Alanis Morisette
Jagged Little Pill

Closed window pane
I stare out all day
This room and the walls
We wait for the call
And slow like decay
This progress we’ve made

Could you…

Get to the point, get it across
To the boys at the top of the ladder I’m climbing up
I,I have my doubts

This is a call from my cage
through the bars
Inspired by the dollar sign that’s dangling outside
Someone…

Get to the point, get it across
To the boys at the top of the ladder
I’m climbing up
I,I have my doubts
my doubts
my doubts
my doubts!

Go on and get it right
Get it right
okay
Just stay, just stay the same way
Do it like you did it before
okay
remain, remain the same shape

Lord help me now

Get to the point, get it across
To the boys at the top of the ladder I’m climbing up
I,I have my doubts

Inspired By the $
The Starting Line
Based On a True Story

We are building a religion,
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes
We are building a religion.
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains
To resist it is useless,
It is useless to resist it
His cigerratte is burning but it never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location but you’d better come with cash

Now his hat is on backwards. He can show you his tattoos
He is in the music buisness he is calling you “DUDE!”

Now today is tomorrow and tomorrow’s today
And yesterday is weaving in and out
And the fluffy white lines that the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front of the waning of the moon

He is handling the money. He’s serving the food
He knows about your party. He is calling you “DUDE!”

Now, do you believe in the one big sign?
The double wide shine on the boot hills of your prime
Doesn’t matter if you’re skinny. Doesn’t matter if you’re fat.
You can dress up like a sultan in your onion-head hat

We are bulding a religion. We are making a brand
We’re the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand
Take a bit of this apple, Mr. Corporate Events
Take a walk through the jungle of cardboard shedies and tents
Some people drink pepsi. Some people drink coke. (coke)
The wacky morning d.j. says democracy’s a joke.

He says now, “Do you believe in the one big song?”
He’s now accepting callers who would like to sing along
He says, “Do you believe in the one true edge?”
By fastening your saftey belts and stepping towards the ledge

He is handling the money. He is serving the food.
He is now accepting callers. He is calling me “DUDE!”

Do you believe in the one big sign?
The double wide shine on the boot hills of your prime.
There’s no need to ask directions if you ever lose your mind
We’re behind you. We’re behind you.
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way

We are bulding a religion…
We are bulding it bigger…
We are building…………… a religion…….
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers for these beautiful pendant keychains

Comfort Eagle
Cake
Comfort Eagle

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road,
His life was holy and he couldn’t bear the load,
He left his people and simple life behind,
He raised his torso and looked into the sky,
Shouting his questions, looking for directions,
What do I do now?

Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v. tray,
The stresses of maturing compound every day,
She glances up to see her favorite video,
And gets ideas from madonna’s nasty clothes,
In need of affection, she craves a direction,
Her heroes offer her,

Everyone’s looking for something,
And they assume somebody else knows what it is,
No one can live without the decisions of their own,
It seems so they look to someone else,
To tell them what to do,
Tell’em what to wear,
Tell’em what to say,
Tell’em how to act and think
And compel others compulsively
Until the world is all like them

A righteous student came and asked me to reflect,
He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect,
I don’t believe in self important folks who preach,
No bad religion song can make your life complete,
Prepare for rejection,
You’ll get no direction from me,
You’ll get no direction from me

No Direction
Bad Religion
Generator