lyrical fitness

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**a/n: angry, angsty white girl rock for a really conflicted and livid white girl. sorry.**


sometimes i wish i was brave. i wish i was stronger. i wish i could feel no pain. i wish i was young. i wish i was shy. i wish i was honest.

i wish i was you, not i.

'cause i feel so mad, i feel so angry. i feel so callused, so lost confused again.
i feel so cheap, so used unfaithful. let's start over, let's start over.

sometimes i wish i was smart.
i wish i made cures for how people are.
i wish i had power. i wish i could lead. i wish i could change the world for you and me.

'cause i feel so mad. i feel so angry. i feel so callused. so lost, confused again. i feel so cheep, so used, unfaithful. let's start over, let's start over.
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i couln't help myself-- the review of the twilight saga: breaking dawn part one album coming up soon... or as soon as i finish this damned wwi paper.... still avoiding it... it's due today at 4pm.......... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

10. come back to bed - john mayer
9. i didn't mean it - belle brigade
8. breaking down - florence + the machine
7. from now on - the features
6. only if for a night - florence + the machine
5. lonely boy - the black keys
4. heartlines - florence + the machine
3. iron - woodkid
2. bedroom hymns - florence + the machine
1. cold - aqualung & lucy schwartz

'... crimson and burr are still; yours completely, yours as we go over. sing for the lion and lamb, their hearts are haunting. still hearts hold ever and ever... ever. cold, cold. god and his priests and his kings turn their faces, even they feel the cold, oh... oh. what are you given can't be forgotten and never forsaken; what you are given can't be forgotten and never forsaken. cold, cold...'
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wtf is he saying?

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i'm obsessed with this song. i've played it like, 90 times since i bought it (yeah, i bought it, fuckers). this dude is amazing. his live version was even better, with the exception of that lana del ray woman. she shouldn't be allowed to sully this song with her wailing.

this song kind of makes me want to watch thrones... does it cause a reaction like this in anyone else?

but i have little to no idea wtf he's saying half the time. i can pick out some things here and there, but for the most part it's some language that resembles english, but isn't. wtfenglish? sure, i'll go with it.

but whatever. english or not, the song still kicks serious ass.

and yeah, i totally googled it when i heard it on a video game commercial (for the record, i thought it was skyrim but it's really assassin's creed whatthefuckever). what of it?

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lyrical fitness

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here comes the cold; break out the winter clothes and find a love to call your own. you-- enter you. your cheeks a shade of pink and the rest of you in powder blue. who knows what will be? but i'll make you this guarantee.
no way november will see our goodbye. when it comes to december it's obvious why: no one wants to be alone at christmas time.
in the dark, on the phone you tell me the names of your brothers, and your favorite colours, i'm learning you. and when it snows again we'll take a walk outside and search the sky like children do; i'll say to you...
no way november will see our goodbye. when it comes to december it's obvious why: no one wants to be alone at christmas time. and come janurary we're frozen inside, making new resolutions a hundred times. february, won't you be my valentine?
and we'll both be safe 'til st patrick's day.
we should take a ride tonight around the town and look around at all the beautiful houses. something in the way that blue lights on a black night can make you feel more. everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be just like you and me.
no one wants to be alone at christmas time. come january we're frozen inside, making new resolutions a hundred times. februrary, won't you be my valentine?
and if our always is all that we gave and we someday take that away, i'll be alright if it was just 'til st patrick's day.
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lyrical fitness

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still fucking procrastinating. and re-enjoying the fuck out of this bloodhound gang cd. i like all the ways to say 'doin' it'. *also, if you're as stupid as i was the first time i heard this song, foxtrot uniform charlie and kilo are military code words for letters-- foxtrot is f, uniform is u... spell it out, speak-n-spell.*

vulcanize the whoopie stick in the ham wallet.
cattle prod the oyster ditch with the lap rocket.
batter dip the cranny in the gut locker.
retrofit the pudding hatch (ooh la la) with the boink swatter.
if i get you in the loop when i make a point to be straight with you then in lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though. i brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically i don't wanna beat around the bush.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
marinate the nether rod in the squish mitten.
power drill the yippee bog with the dude piston.
pressure wash the quiver bone in the bitch wrinkle.
cannonball the fiddle cove (ooh la la) with the pork steeple.
if i get you in the loop when i make a point to be straight with you then in lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though. i brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically i don't wanna beat around the bush.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where pronto.
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i'm procrastinating so fucking hard on this paper. if you couldn't tell. so an oldie, and one of my all time favorite songs. i like dirty fake prog-rock. fucking sue me.

uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby
dog will hunt i'm on the front-end loader Travoltin' over so try my slam on for size. drive stick with that kung-fu grip let the banana split and watch it go right to your thight. cop a feel Copperfield style abracadabra-- that bra do you think I can pull it off? wanna bang around? just jot me down on your to-do list under "put out like a fire"
'cause i've got something and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. i got something and it goes thumpin' like this; all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby
edible strange how do i get in your pants when you're tick tockin' them? serious levis? so tight can't be classified that's why i'm here to fill that opening. make a seasoned pass to mount that ass and Bob Hope that i might one night stand a chance. let's go feng shui the fuck around my digs like a superball bring that sunny side up and
i've got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. i got something and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby.
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**a/n: the barenaked ladies are a childhood favorite, and by no means my favorite band or anything. this is so canadiana it disgusts my hipster soul =\ **

i'm so cool, too bad i'm a loser. i'm so smart, too bad i can't get anything figured out. i'm so brave, too bad i'm a baby. i'm so fly, that's probably why it feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
i'm so green, it's really amazing. i'm so clean, too bad i can't get all the dirt off of me. i'm so sane, it's driving me crazy. it's so strange, i can't believe it-- feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost. anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost. what if if i lost my direction? what if i lost sense of time? what if i nursed this infection? maybe the worst is behind. it feels just like i'm falling for the first time. it feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
i'm so chill, no wonder it's freezing. i'm so still, i just can't krep my fingers out of snything. i'm so thrilled to finally be famous. i'm so done, turn me over because it feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
anything plain can be lovely, anything loved can be lost. maybe i lost my direction, what if our love is the cost? anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost. anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost. what if i lost my direction? what if i lost sense of time? what if i nursed this infection? maybe the worst is behind.
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