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hello, i am a friendly person and love to talk so just send me a pm if you come across my profile. i can play guitar, conga drums, violin, tenor sax, clarinet and piano.
i like alot of bands
Cannible corpse
Arch Enemy
Blind Guardian
Gwar
Iced Earth
Anthrax
Job For A Cowboy
Nightwish
Kilssweitch Engaged
Iron Maiden
Megadeth
A Perfect Circle
Aerosmith
Alanis Morissette
Avenged Sevenfold
Ben harper
Bob Marley
Amon Amarth
CCR
Rammstien
Hypocrisy
Godsmacked
Korn
The Offspring
Lamb of God
Motorhead
Mudvayne
Nirvana and many many more... but my top bands that i love are Hypocrisy, Ani Difranco, Modest Mouse and Tool. I like the genres of metal, rock, folk, jazz, classicle, reagge and some counry.
i can play pretty good acustic and rythem guitar. just been starting on lead. i like horror movies, comedys and not much of a fan of anime.
About me: . i just don't trust anyone i know. Atleast not very much...i try to look happy for people 'cause they always think i'm depressd, i am infact very happy... i like talking, i like music and i think i'm pretty easy to get along with...i don't like to deal with bullshit... random things: i'm not crazy about school but i don't mind it (i just think alot of the kids suck, sorry if you go to my school), i like to write, read, run, swim, i take aikido, if your an a*****e i'll block you, if i think your cool i'll say so. alot of that may not seem very positive... i think everyone has something interesting to share about them, just depends on how much they are willing to tell and how well you get to know them... i can usually hold a good conversation, weather we'er both talking none stop or it's just me talking...
thats me.
Tool
Prison Sex
Tool
t took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.
Do unto others, what has been done to me,
Do unto others, what has been done to you?
I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come on up closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Release in sodomy.
Oh, for one sweet moment I am whole.
Do unto you now, what has been done to me,
Do unto you now, what has been done?
You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come on a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
Release in sodomy.
For I am your witness and
blood and flesh can be trusted.(X2)
And only this one holy medium brings me peace of mind.
Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.
( Show me something
Thought I could make it end
Thought I could wash the stains away
Thought I could break the circle if I
Slipped right into your skin
So sweet was your surrender
We have become one
I have become my terror
And you my precious lamb and martyr.) *
I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
s**t, blood, and c** on my hands.
I've...come...round...full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over, soon.
You look so precious.(X4)
You look so precious, now,
You look so precious...
mairlyn manson
Lamb of God
Marilyn Manson
There was crust in the metal shell
There was blood on the pavement
The camera will make you God
That's how Jack became sainted
If you die when there's no one watching
and your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and the lamb of God
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world
There was Lennon and the happy gun
There were words? on the pavement
We were looking for the lamb of God
We were looking for Mark David
If you die when there's no one watching
and your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and the lamb of God
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change the world
It took three days for him to die
The born again to buy the serial rights
Lamb of God have mercy on us
A lamb of God, will you dread us?
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change(4x)
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change the world
If you die when there's no one watching
and your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of God
Nothing's going to change the world
Ani Difranco
Not A Pretty Girl
Ani Difranco
I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distess
and I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere
I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling
and I am sorry
I am not a maiden fair
and I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere
and generally my generation
wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
and generally I agree with them
trouble is you gotta have youself an alternate plan
and I have earned my disillusionment
I have been working all of my life
and I am a patriot
I have been fighting the good fight
and what if there are no damsels in distress
what if I knew that and I called your bluff?
don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
whether or not you ever show up
I am not a pretty girl
I don't want to be a pretty girl
no I want to be more than a pretty girl
that is me dressed as a... well i don't know but my friends say i look like a hobo/hippie...lol
The Bells
I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Edgar Allan Poe
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