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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 11:39 am
1. Thriller
(Spoken by Jay-Z)
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody
People said we couldn’t make it
To the fans that held us down ‘til everyone came around
Welcome, its here
That summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story
Now in stores
Make us poster boys in the scene
But we are not making our acceptance speech
I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes
Every “dot com’s” refreshing for a journal update
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch while the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch while the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
I can take your problems away
With a nod and a wave
Of my hand
‘Cause that's just the kind of boy that I am
The only thing I haven't done that has died
And it's me and my password at the afterlife
Cries at one, lost and won again
But our heats beat for the time
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch while the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch while the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
Long live the car-crash hearts (x5)
Cry on the couch while the poets come to life
Fix me in 45 (Haha…woo)
(Yeah, FOB!)
2. The Take Over, The Breaks Over
Baby, seasons change but people don't
And I’ll always be waiting in the back of the room
I'm boring, but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash flash flash photography
But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your way for fashion magazines
A widow or a divorcee?
Don’t pretend
D-D-D-Don’t pretend
We don’t fight fair
We don’t fight fair
Say your head can be a prison,
Then these are just conjugal visits,
People will dissect us ‘til
This doesn’t mean a thing anymore.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your way for fashion magazines, oh
A widow or a divorcee?
Don’t pretend
D-D-D-Don’t pretend
We do it in the dark,
With smiles on our faces,
We're trapped and well concealed,
In secret places (x2)
We don't fight fair (x5)
We do it in the dark,
With smiles on our faces,
We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places (x2)
We don't fight fair
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places
We don’t fight fair
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me (We don’t fight fair)
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
We don't fight fair
3. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But, I digress
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate oh-so intricate (x2)
I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima-donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full
Please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate oh-so intricate (x2)
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate oh-so intricate (x2)
4. I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)
Last year's wishes
Are this year's apologies
Every last time I come home
I take my last chance
To burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head
‘Cause I know how the words get you
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bulletproof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting: In a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you (x2)
Collect the bad habits
That you couldn't bare to keep
Out of the woods but I love
A tree I used to lay beneath
Kisses still there
From a sour bottle baby girl
With eyes the size of baby worlds
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bulletproof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting: In a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you (x4)
The best way to make it through
With hearts and wrists in tact
Is to realize
Two out of three ain't bad
Ain't bad
Me and you
Setting: In a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you (x4)
Honeymoon
5. Hum Hallelujah
It’s all a game of this or that
Now theirs is theirs
Ahead of all the games, worse for wear
And you’re someone who knows someone
Who knows someone I once knew
I just wanna be a part of this
The road outside my house was paved with good intentions
I lack construction crews cause its hell on the edging
You are the dreamer
And we are the dream
I could write it better than you ever felt it
So hum hallelujah
Just don’t forget your reason
I thought I loved you
But its just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot
’Til tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
My words are my fate
To hell with our good name
Remix of your guts
Your insides, x-ray
And one day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster
We’re a pull, your ears are just trying to show
I love you in the same way
There’s a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom
And one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances
Sometimes we take pills
I can write it better than you ever felt it
So hum hallelujah
Just don’t forget your reason
I thought I loved you
But its just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot
’Til tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelu…
Hum hallelujah (x2)
A teenage vow in a parking lot
’Til tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah
Just don’t forget your reason
I thought I loved you
But its just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
I sing the blues and swallow them too
6. Golden
How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lies we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets
Of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth
Drowned the spark of mine
To his
And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me (Too heavy for me)
And thought I carry karats for everyone to see (Everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And of all the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be me
7. Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
I'm gonna make it bend and break (They sent you to me without waves)
Say your prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (Let the good times roll)
& I want these words to make things right
But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life
Who does he think he is?
If that's the worst you've got, then it puts your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
See, He tastes like you, only sweeter
I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball…
…It’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past
One night stand (One night stand, oh)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
See, he tastes like you, only sweeter
They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms, collecting paychecks’ lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a letter away from getting you into the mood
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
See, he tastes like you, only sweeter
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great (For the memories)
See, he tastes like you, only sweeter
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 11:42 am
8. Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?
Penny for your thoughts, but a dollar for your insights
Or a fortune for your disaster
I’m just a painter, and I’m drawing a blank
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers
We need umbrellas on the inside
Give me just mine
They say quitters never win
We walk the plank on a sinking ship
There’s a word outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
I could learn to pity fools as I’m the worst of all
And I can’t stop feeling sorry for myself
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers
We need umbrellas on the inside
Give us light
They say quitters never win
We walk the plank on a sinking ship
There’s a word outside of my front door
That gets off on being down (x2)
We only want to sing you to sleep (In your bedroom speakers)
We only want to sing you to sleep
They say quitters never win
We walk the plank on a sinking ship
There’s a word outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
We walk the plank and we walk the plank
There’s a word outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we’re alone
Broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we’re alone
9. The (After) Life of the Party
I’m a stitch away from making it
And a scar away
I’m falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
And the full moon peal’s got me out on the street at night
Couldn’t last, watch you work the room (x4)
Oh, put love on hold
Young Hollywood
Is on the other line
Her nose runs ruby red
Death’s in a double bed
Sing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
Couldn’t last, watch you work the room (x3)
Couldn’t last
I’m a stitch away from making it
And a scar away
I’m falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
‘Cause the way how it feels
It kills on the mouths of all my friends
Couldn’t last, watch you work the room
Last, watch you work the room
Couldn’t last (watch you work the room)
I’m a stitch away (x2)
10. Carpal Tunnel of Love
We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
And we shake shake shake the hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know"
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones in a glass room
Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs so genuinely cunning
We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dream
We're sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self, saying "how you been"?
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs so genuinely cunning (x2)
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I’m tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs so genuinely cunning (x2)
11. Bang the Doldrums
I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out
I couldn’t bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
Best friends, Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
(In the back, the other chick it cause)
Oh’s
Come hell or high water
When I’m feeling hot and wet
I can’t commit to a thing
Be it hot or hospital
Best friends, Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
(In the back, the other chick it cause)
Ohs
Spoken: Good tombstones are waiting
They were half engraved
They knew it was over
Just didn’t know the date
And I cast a spell over the west
To make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist
Best friends, Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
Racing through the city
Windows down
(In the back, the other chick it cause)
Ohs
Best friends, Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Ex-friends till the end, better of as lovers
12. Fame < Infamy
I’m a preacher, sweating in the pew
For the salvation, I’m bringing you
I’m a salesman; I’m selling you hooks and plans
And myself for making demands
When I’m home alone, I just (piss?) by myself
And you pull my head so close (fighting bulls w/ the true)
Signing off. I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
The King was alright but it went to his head
I am God’s gift, but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you (whoa)
It’s too much green to feel blue
When I’m home alone, I just can’t stop myself
And you pull my head so close (fighting bulls w/ the true)
Signing off, I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
The King was alright but it went to his head
When I’m home alone, I just can’t stop myself
And you pull my head so close (fighting bulls w/ the true)
Signing off, I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
The King was alright but it went to his head
13. You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave
The DA is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument
Twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads 'the man hangs'
But the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for relief
United States vs. Disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Turn around and face the wall
The product falls like bachelors and red light girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial
Case open, case shut
So completely close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his head at all
Isn't it tragic?
Whoa
He glances at his peers sitting 7 to 12
Stacked on 1 to 6
The gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream
Of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell
Not withstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope
Or baited breath
Whichever you prefer
And everyone’s looking for relief
A bidding war for an old friend's grief
The car, the kid, the cost, the shine and the girls
There's not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press plays for whichever headlines
Whoa
Case open, case shut
So completely close it like a casket
The baby boy can't lift his head at all
Isn't it tragic?
Fresh pressed, suit and tie
I'm impressed but sing and die?
Can't talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
In the above and titled actions we find the defendant
Guilty
Case open, case shut
So completely close it like a casket
The baby boy can't lift his head at all
Isn't it tragic? (x2)
Whoa
14. I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears and None On My Fingers
You’re a canary, I’m a coal mine
Cause sorrow is just all the rage
Take one for the team
You all know what I mean
And I’m so sorry, but not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes, Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you (x2)
Do you remember the way I held your hand?
Under the lamp post and ran
Oh, this way so many times
I could close my eyes
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you (x2)
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth
The truth
(Now press repeat)
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:35 pm
Fanx. Patrick sounds like he's talking a dif. language sometimes to me
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:53 pm
oh finally! i was looking for these lyrics. thanks a bunch 4laugh
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 1:53 pm
Being a boardie really helps.
Boardies are the people of the FOBR messege boards. xd
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 5:08 pm
RAiNB0W.P0PTARTS Being a boardie really helps.
Boardies are the people of the FOBR messege boards. xd Lawlz high post counts are everthing there. :l
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 5:29 pm
music to my ears even without hearing it
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 7:09 pm
xxFancyKid RAiNB0W.P0PTARTS Being a boardie really helps.
Boardies are the people of the FOBR messege boards. xd Lawlz high post counts are everthing there. :l
shadiya526 is supersupersuper sweet. ilher heart
Tons of the people with high post counts are douchebags.
Like SummerHun and ohemgee_ and ohhmyydarlingg
Ricky's just kind of weird. domokun
There's tons of people with postcounts in the 100's who are soooo nice. <33
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 1:35 pm
RAiNB0W.P0PTARTS xxFancyKid RAiNB0W.P0PTARTS Being a boardie really helps.
Boardies are the people of the FOBR messege boards. xd Lawlz high post counts are everthing there. :l
shadiya526 is supersupersuper sweet. ilher heart
Tons of the people with high post counts are douchebags.
Like SummerHun and ohemgee_ and ohhmyydarlingg
Ricky's just kind of weird. domokun
There's tons of people with postcounts in the 100's who are soooo nice. <33
ohhmyydarling= ICK she never has anything nice to say. Crack_Fairy has a thread on everything;; Caped_Wonder, idk I like her icon. Ricky's is being a real douche lately, calling the boards the "n00b shelter" and I agree. There's kids left and right joining when they know noting about FOB.
One kid asked yesterday "what's linkageeeee? Is it a website with Pete's journal?"
Ugh. Those kids can't say anything without getting their heads torn off by the high post count boardies.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:46 pm
Oh wow. Thank you for these lyrics. Now I need to hear it!
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:15 pm
ugh.
the only reason why anyone even knows the lyrics is cause the cd leaked.
the friking people who did it are a-holes. personally i don't want to hear the album until it officaily comes out.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:57 pm
track two favorite song on cd i heard it already and i pre-ordered it because i would feel shity liking this band for 4 years and not buying their record.... thats just how i feel 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:12 pm
dekusuta-enjian track two favorite song on cd i heard it already and i pre-ordered it because i would feel shity liking this band for 4 years and not buying their record.... thats just how i feel 3nodding that's my fave song too biggrin heart
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:18 am
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