hey guys..

[ilywalker]

I have just gotten started at this whole thing,And i need friends..
So if people could add me, that would be awesome :]

x teagan

[IWasaCamera]

ilu

[voncorn]

This website's community isn't a popularity contest, if that's what you're looking for, go here (http://www.myspace.com).

at least you're cute.

[Keagan Ilvonen]

<3

[pennie]

This place is turning into myspace.

I <3 you more though.

[sduff85]

To be fair, the personal life bit this could go in.

[TerrancePryor]

Hey! I like myspace.:-(

[Rodeo]

:chainsaw:

[LV03]

:piss:

[AP_Punk]

:shakin:

[pennie]

:irish:

[steviestare]

lol.

[TerrancePryor]

What exactly does this thread have to do with music anyways?

[kearn1tm]

I have just gotten started at this whole thing,And i need friends..
So if people could add me, that would be awesome :]

x teagan

I'm much more pretty than you and therefor, should receive more attention.

x todd

[kearn1tm]

What exactly does this thread have to do with music anyways?

So, Charlie Manson's album actually wasn't that bad.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lie:_The_Love_%26_Terror_Cult

[more heart]

What exactly does this thread have to do with music anyways?

Thinking the same thing

[IWasaCamera]

Revolution Blues > Charles Manson to the millonth degree.

[kearn1tm]

Revolution Blues > Charles Manson to the millonth degree.

Why do you insist on ruining everything ever?

[just.Starla.]

lol at this thread.

What exactly does this thread have to do with music anyways?

I was thinking the exact same thing. This type of thread is more common in the PL thread anyway.

[IWasaCamera]

Why do you insist on ruining everything ever?
Good question.

[kearn1tm]

Good question.

Hey, why don't you recommend some obscure album now for all of us to go "omgoshssssssh Pitchfork?!!"

Fuck you all. Charlie Manson. Beach Boys. Brian Wilson. I'm not at all tired and I'm prettier than your girlfriends. Make that the latest title for Blessthefall's next LP. The lead singer's dreamy when he shaves his arms. Does Neil Young shave his arms, Vinh? I bet Charles Manson does! Whoever bought him in prison makes it mandatory.

[IWasaCamera]

Hey, why don't you recommend some obscure album now for all of us to go "omgoshssssssh Pitchfork?!!"
Merriweather Post Pavilion.
Fuck you all. Charlie Manson. Beach Boys. Brian Wilson. I'm not at all tired and I'm prettier than your girlfriends. Make that the latest title for Blessthefall's next LP. The lead singer's dreamy when he shaves his arms. Does Neil Young shave his arms, Vinh? I bet Charles Manson does! Whoever bought him in prison makes it mandatory.
You're just pissin in the wind. You don't know it but you are.

[pennie]

You're just pissin in the wind. You don't know it but you are.

That sounds uncomfortable and awkward :-|

[IWasaCamera]

Yeah, Todd's been at odds with his bladder for years.

[kearn1tm]

Merriweather Post Pavilion.

...Is a Real Boy > Merman's Pre- Postpartum Pussy Patrol

You're just pissin in the wind. You don't know it but you are.

Only rednecks like Farmer's Markets.

[kearn1tm]

Yeah, Todd's been at odds with his bladder for years.

I wrote an album about the rather trying battle, but Jesse Lacey stole the lyrics and used them for The Devil and God...

[IWasaCamera]

...Is a Real Boy > Merman's Pre- Postpartum Pussy Patrol
An orgy of critics disagree.
Only rednecks like Farmer's Markets.
Now your crosses are burning fast.
I wrote an album about the rather trying battle, but Jesse Lacey stole the lyrics and used them for The Devil and God...
So you're the tiny boat with oars.

[kearn1tm]

An orgy of critics disagree.

I wish I knew more Say Anything lyrics to quote...no I don't.

Now your crosses are burning fast.

I love the Indigo Girls...ba-zing!

So you're the tiny boat with oars.

It's an elaborate concept. My bladder is both a blessing (urinating is fun) and a curse (it's uncontrollable. I'm at war with my urine). It's like "bad" and "good," morality and immorality. The Devil and God. It's really heavy stuff.

[IWasaCamera]

I wish I knew more Say Anything lyrics to quote...no I don't.
Wikipedia is my friend.
I love the Indigo Girls...ba-zing!
I never knew a man could tell so many lies.
It's an elaborate concept. My bladder is both a blessing (urinating is fun) and a curse (it's uncontrollable. I'm at war with my urine). It's like "bad" and "good," morality and immorality. The Devil and God. It's really heavy stuff.
Do you have bowel movement issues as well? It would explain the drowning babies imagery. Save the meaty stuff for the end.

[kearn1tm]

Wikipedia is my friend.

Wikipedia told me Amy Winehouse was one of the best "Soul singers" of the last twenty years. My relationship with Wiki is strained at the moment.

I never knew a man could tell so many lies.

The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.

Do you have bowel movement issues as well? It would explain the drowning babies imagery. Save the meaty stuff for the end.

Do you really want to know what "my satellite" refers to?

[IWasaCamera]

Wikipedia told me Amy Winehouse was one of the best "Soul singers" of the last twenty years. My relationship with Wiki is strained at the moment.
Accurate claims regarding quality is far too much to ask of wiki. Say Anything song titles, it can handle.
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.
The world on a string doesn't mean a thing. Down with monarchy, I'm rockin' in the free world.
Do you really want to know what "my satellite" refers to?
Do I ever.

[kearn1tm]

Accurate claims regarding quality is far too much to ask of wiki. Say Anything song titles, it can handle.

It's teaching me all about Max Bemis' life and directed me to an article in which he speaks at length about the artistic merits of defecating on stage and how "aggressive music" died along with Kurt Cobain.

Fuck you, Wikipedia. We're seeing other non-sentient internet sites!

The world on a string doesn't mean a thing. Down with monarchy, I'm rockin' in the free world.

In lieu of a complimenting Young lyric (because, well, I don't know any that would sound like a good response to that line), I present to you the entirety of Thursday's riveting dramatization of the "hardships" white collar office folk endure while typing at a fucking computer:

Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
people inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
found in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

9 to 5! 9 to 5!

and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep
Now we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
it's like the last.
waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?

it'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.

save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memo's sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me,
touch me.

please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please, don't let me drown.

Do I ever.

I didn't anticipate this response.

[IWasaCamera]

It's teaching me all about Max Bemis' life and directed me to an article in which he speaks at length about the artistic merits of defecating on stage and how "aggressive music" died along with Kurt Cobain.

Fuck you, Wikipedia. We're seeing other non-sentient internet sites!
Only song titles, Todd. Your unfocused surfing is the root of the problem.
In lieu of a complimenting Young lyric (because, well, I don't know any that would sound like a good response to that line), I present to you the entirety of Thursday's riveting dramatization of the "hardships" white collar office folk endure while typing at a fucking computer:

Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
people inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
found in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

9 to 5! 9 to 5!

and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep
Now we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
it's like the last.
waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?

it'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.

save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memo's sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me,
touch me.

please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please, don't let me drown.
Underline everything
I'm a professional
In my beloved white shirt
I didn't anticipate this response.
Lacey could at least steal from an author who understands his own writing.

[kearn1tm]

Only song titles, Todd. Your unfocused surfing is the root of the problem.

Wikipedia slipped me a mickey. Next thing I know, I wake up to a Bemis video interview and he's talking about Jewish holidays and vomiting on someone while stumbling around his apartment.

Wiki did this to me. I'm a victim and I don't care for your jokes. Google never pulled this shit.

Underline everything
I'm a professional
In my beloved white shirt

I hate you right now, Vinh.

It's a lyric from a song I wrote. You'll hear it in the next Brand New album, but it's layered with hidden subtext.

Lacey could at least steal from an author who understands his own writing.

I'm waiting to hear Mangum give a lucid translation of his lyrics.

Oh, and Morrissey ain't got nothing on my bowls.

[IWasaCamera]

Wikipedia slipped me a mickey. Next thing I know, I wake up to a Bemis video interview and he's talking about Jewish holidays and vomiting on someone while stumbling around his apartment.

Wiki did this to me. I'm a victim and I don't care for your jokes. Google never pulled this shit.
Don't mistake a coward for a gentleman.
I hate you right now, Vinh.

It's a lyric from a song I wrote. You'll hear it in the next Brand New album, but it's layered with hidden subtext.
Trenchant.
I'm waiting to hear Mangum give a lucid translation of his lyrics.

Oh, and Morrissey ain't got nothing on my bowls.
Mangum spearheaded the advent of bladder-driven lyrical themes. Two-Headed Boy = the devil and god. Duh.