by Viktor on January 1, 2009
{this suggestion is extremely high on air}
Speak
Speaking for myself
Pretend I’m someone else
I never felt the same
Well this time
Breathe
I’m breathing up the air
It’s burning up my lungs
It’s burning through my hair
I never felt
 David Usher - Hey Kids
If God Had Curves
April 25, 2005
suggested by anonymous
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{this suggestion walks with a pimp cane when people aren’t looking}
So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
 Death Cab For Cutie - Tiny Vessels
Transatlanticism
October 7, 2003
suggested by Mike |
{this suggestion played with light till it got burned}
The pockets in the air
that float and turn and hold the flecks of light,
the sound of happiness
will show in motions rendered by the night
and dreams of splintered sounds
which played before you silent as a thought,
and you’ll remember these
are better than the reasons you had lost.
 Apples In Stereo - Sunndal Song
New Magnetic Wonder
February 6, 2007
suggested by pinkdebris
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by Viktor on December 25, 2008
Thanks to everyone who submitted lyrics! Below are some of the favorites—just click to expand.
{this suggestion tried to escape reality but drowned}
I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again
Leave this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their turn to speak
 Keane - Black Burning Heart
Album - Perfect Symmetry
Released: October 14, 2008
suggested by Mike |
{this suggestion ate its lover}
There’s a pretty young thing in front of you
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
And then she’s sleeping inside of you
 Rilo Kiley - Portions For Foxes
Album - More Adventurous
Released: August 17, 2004
suggested by pinkdebris |
{this suggestion forgot how to exist}
{this suggestion buried its diary deep inside your head}
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end
 Bright Eyes - Fevers and Mirrors
Album - Fevers and Mirrors
Released: May 30, 2000
suggested by anonymous |
