"Those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater."

"Face Down"

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

 

Hey, girl, you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down.

Cover up with makeup in the mirror
tell yourself, it's never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever, you will surely drown
I see what's going down.

I see the way you go and say you're right again,
say you're right again
heed my lecture

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

Face down in the dirt, she said,
"This doesn't hurt", she said,
"I finally had enough."
[x2]

One day she will tell you that she has had enough
it's coming round again.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
[x2]

Face down in the dirt, she said,
"This doesn't hurt", she said,
"I finally had enough."

This story is from the book, 'Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones'

Collected from Folklore and Retold by Alvin Schwartz

Just Delicious

 

                   George Flint loved to eat. Each day at noon he closed his camera shop for two hours and went home for a big lunch his wife Mina cooked for him.

                   George was a bully and Mina was a timid woman who did everything he asked because she was afraid of him. On his way home for lunch one day, George stopped at the butcher shop and bought a pound of liver. He loved liver. He would have Mina cook it for dinner that night. Despite all his complaints about her, she was a very good cook.

                   While George ate his lunch, Mina told him that a rich old woman in town had died. Her body was in the church next door. It was in an open coffin. Anyone who wanted to see her could. As usual, George was not interested in what Mina had to say. "I've got to go back to work," he told her.

                   After he left, Mina began to cook the liver. She added vegetables and spices and simmered it all afternoon, just the way George liked it. When she thought it was done, she cut off a small piece and tasted it. It was delicious, the best she had ever made. She ate a second piece. Then a third. It was so good, she could not stop eating it.

                   It was only when the liver was all gone that she thought of George. He would be coming home soon. What would he do when he found that she had eaten all of the liver? Some men would laugh---but not George. He would be angry and mean, and she did not want to face that again. But where could she get another piece of liver that late in the day?

                   Then she remembered the old woman lying in the church next door waiting to be buried...

***

                   George said he never had a better dinner. "Have some liver, Mina," he said. "It's just delicious."

                   "I'm not hungry," she said. "You finish it."

                   That night, after George had fallen asleep, Mina sat in bed trying to read. But all she could think about was what she had done. Then she thought she heard a woman's voice.

                   "Who has my liver?" it asked. "Who has it?"

                   Was it her imagination? Was she dreaming?

                   Now the voice was closer. "Who has my liver?" it asked. "Who has it?"

                   Mina wanted to run. "No, no," she whispered. "I don't have it. I don't have your liver.

                   Now the voice was right next to her. "Who has my liver?" it asked. "Who has it?"

                   Mina froze with terror. She pointed to George. "He does," she said. "He has it!"

                   Suddenly the light went out---and George screamed, and screamed.

"Love Me Dead"

Ludo

Love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
"High maintenance" means your a gluttonous queen,
narcissistic and mean.
Kill me romantically, fill my soul with vomit
then ask me for a piece of gum.
Bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplum
you're awful, I love you...

[Chorus]
She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
and when her edges soften, her body is my coffin.
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed...
must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh love me dead!" Love me dead

You're a faith-healer on tv
You're an office park without any trees
corporate and cold, gushing for gold-leave me alone.
You suck so passionately
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.
You call me up drunk, does the fun ever start?
You're hideous...and sexy!

[Repeat Chorus]

Must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh love me dead!" Love me dead! Wow! Uh!

Love me cancerously
Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da! Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da!
How's your new boy? Does he know about me?
You've got the mark of the beast.
You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!

[Repeat Chorus]

Wha' 'bout this sign on my head
it says "Oh love me dead!"
Love me dead! Love me dead! Love me dead!
Oh...love me dead!

Pick the month (#) u were born on
1 (Jan) - I slapped
2 (Feb) - I ran naked with
3 (Mar) - I sucked
4 (Apr) - I killed
5 (May) - I kissed
6 (June)- I smoked with
7 (July) - I ran shirtless with
8 (Aug)- i stabbed
9 (Sept) - I needed
10 (Oct)- I robbed
11 (Nov) -I shot
12 (Dec) - I cuddled with


Pick the day (number) you were born on

01 - the trojan man
02 -a stray mexican
03 -a hobo
04 - A rockstar
05 - my dick
06 - a mop
07 - Paris Hilton
08 - a sexy man
09 - a bowl of cereal
10 - a gangsta
11 - my lover
12 - a tooth brush
13 - my girlfriend
14 - a drunkie
15 - a crack head
16 - my crush
17 - my ex girlfriend
18 - a whore
19 - a hottie
20 - a glass of milk
21 - a kitty
22 - a guy
23 - my lover
24 - the teletubby
25 - a condom
26 - my ex
27 - a dog
28 - a bag of weed
29 - an Easter egg
30 - a lesbian
31 - this girl



Pick the color of shirt you are wearing

White - because that bum stole my taco
Black - because i still love him/her
Pink - because I have AMAZING boobs
Red - because im good in bed
brown- because i like to snort cocaine
Polka Dots - because I hate my life
Purple - because I'm gay
Grey - because I'm sexy like that
Other- because I smoke crack
Lime-Green -because I love marijuana
Orange - because Im retarted
Turquoise - because I have a noodl​e in my nose
blue - because my penis is long
Tye dye- because Im a fucking scuba diver
none- because i have a killer six pack
blue- because my parents tought me how

YOU ONLY HAVE 3 MINUTES AND 69 SECONDS TO REPOST THIS AS WHATEVER YOUR RESULTS WERE OR YOU WILL HAVE BAD RELATIONS OR NO RELATIONS AND THAT WOULDN'T MAKE LIFE VERY FUN! SO GO AHEAD AND MAKE SOME

"I Miss You"

Blink 182

(I miss you, I miss you)
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
[x3]

(I miss you, I miss you) [x4]

Writing On The Walls

Maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am, and how we missed your beat again!

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
And I'm short of time

How could you trust it
(these fate trashed walls)
To fit the shape of what they tell you
Come on, move on, move on
But mostly what they show you
(Yeah, yeah)
Not this way
Not this way

I'm taking back all the things I said
Thinking back all the things I said
(keep me filled in, I swear I'll come)

We walk alone,
We walk alone,
We walk alone,
We walk alone,
We walk alone,
We walk alone, back home
My own back home

You're almost gone and I'm ok (I still say you're sorry) to give you chance to be afraid
But never
I remember your presence

I hope to God you come down
I hope to God you feel this now
I hope to, god you come down
I hope to,
(God)

I know there must be some way out of here and all of them will be waiting there

What colour T-Shirt are you wearing?

Red=loud
Green=gorgeous
Blue= hot ~
whiite=beautiful
Aqua=freaky
Yellow=innocent
Purple=drop dead sexy
Black= EMO
Orange=funny
Gray= icky
Pink= preppy
brown=skanky
light pink= sweet
Multicolored= tree-hugging
Other= weird
None=sexy

What kind of pants are you wearing?

Shorts=soccer player
Skirt/Skort= stripper
Corduroy= Faggot
tight jeans= skater
Ripped Jeans=sexy
sweats=hobo
Cammo=cage fighter
jeans=slut
Cargo=clown
basketball shorts= baller
Boxers= gangsta
Bootie shorts=stripper
Pj's= pirate
capris=hoe
Nothing= skank
Dickies= weirdo
cheer shorts= cheerleader
Tripp jeans= goth
dress pants= athlete
skinny jeans= ninja ~
tights= hottie

What is your natural hair color?

light brown= with a hot body
auburn= with big boobs
red= that has a nice smile
black= that flirts to much
dirty blonde = with beautiful eyes
brown = with a broken heart
blonde = that is way to much to handle
strawberry blonde= that will kick your ass
dark brown= with a sexy butt ~



you will have bad luck for
4 weeks!

But if you

re-post this, you will

get kissed by your crush on friday! =]

light brown= with a hot body
auburn= with big boobs
red= that has a nice smile
black= that flirts to much
dirty blonde = with beautiful eyes
brown = with a broken heart
blonde = that is way to much to handle
strawberry blonde= that will kick your ass
dark brown= with a sexy butt ~



you will have bad luck for
4 weeks!

But if you

re-post this, you will

get kissed by your crush on friday! =]

"My Heart"

Paramore

I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone

Stay with me, this is what I need, please?

Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

I am nothing now and it's been so long
Since I've heard the sound, the sound of my only hope

This time I will be listening.

Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
(My heart, it beats for you)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you (It beats, beats for only you)
My heart is yours (My heart is yours)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)
My heart, my heart is yours (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)

(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go, please don't fade away)
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is...

http://www.buzznet.com/groups/missingtrashylife/?clearupdates=1

It's called "Missing Trashy Life." Don't bug me and tell me that Trashy Life is dead. It's about looking back on Audrey and Zui's Trashy Life days. I still like looking at their pictures. I still like watching the old videos. I think they're so funny. Maybe if more than 10 people join my group we could keep Trashy Life alive.

♥♥♥Kianna

Uh-huh, holy shit
It's about time you get off my dick

A few times you been around that track
But your ass is still fat, it's gonna stay like that
'Cause I ain't your hollaback boy
I ain't your hollaback boy
[x2]

(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit.

You damn right I was talking shit
I told your man so you would hear it
What you doin' acting like that
Now people know what's up
So you came to my place
Saw the look on your face
I hit a home run then I kicked you out
But first I broke my pom-pom out
And now you know what's up

A few times you been around that track
But your ass is still fat, it's gonna stay like that
'Cause I ain't your hollaback boy
I ain't your hollaback boy
[x2]

(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit.

So last night girl, saw you under the bleachers
Giving head to a substitute teacher
Perfect grades didn't make no sense
But now it's all cleared up
And it's comin' right back
'Cause I'm telling your pack
So don't freak out when your secret's out
That's right girl, you can't deny this
Your knees is all scratched up

A few times you been around that track
But your ass is still fat, it's gonna stay like that
'Cause I ain't your hollaback boy
I ain't your hollaback boy
[x2]

(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit.

Let me hear you say this shit is
Super-cala-fragalistic-expialidoshus
S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-A-F-R-A-G-A...um...
..WHAT!

A few times you been around that track
But your ass is still fat, it's gonna stay like that
'Cause I ain't your hollaback boy
I ain't your hollaback boy
[x2]

(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit, this is my shit
(Ooh oo) This is my shit.

You’ll either be incensed or elated that Panic At the Disco is this week’s MTV Artist of the Week. Or you might not even recognize them — the band that used to sound like nervous teenagers trapped in a fun house with a few synthesizers, some Ringling Brothers costumes, and a severe anxiety disorder dropped the extraneous punctuation, stopped writing songs with titles that could double as character-count-maxing Twitter updates, and completely revamped their sound.

Three years and several personal triumphs and tragedies (the death of Ryan Ross’ father, the replacement of Brent Wilson with Jon Walker and the ensuing fallout, scores of sold-out shows, a Grammy nomination) after selling more than two million copies of their debut album, A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, Panic is now all grown up. And, for a band that’s taken a lot of s— from knee-jerk anti-emo reactionaries, they appear more determined than ever to keep on the sunny side.

Of all of the blogs, comments, articles and talk of Panic’s transformative sophomore album, Pretty. Odd. (which impressively debuted at #2 its first week out) and its similarities to the Kinks, the Beach Boys, the Beatles and ELO, perhaps the most astute and succinct observation was that of Spin magazine writer Barry Walters, who summarized the new album’s tone thusly: "Pretty. Odd. lives up to its title because it dares to be optimistically beautiful at a time when sadness and ugliness might have won them easier credibility."

Indeed, the album bounces and shines with harmony and hope (just enough zeal without too much eye-roll-inducing zest — vigor without the nauseating vim), indicating that Panic seems to have gotten over the paranoia and angst and dared to be confidently, even outwardly, happy. And seriously, who besides the Jonas Brothers (and maybe Sean Kingston) does that these days?

And speaking of happiness minus extreme cheesiness (cautious optimism, if you will), what could be happier — or more classic rock — than a good, old-fashioned American road trip in a VW van? Watch Panic embark on the most surreal journey of their lives (which is saying a lot considering they’re from Las Vegas) in their Artist of the Week video spots all this week on MTV.

 

http://buzzworthy.mtv.com/2008/04/07/artist-of-the-week-panic-at-the-disco/

One night a guy & a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it.

"Without your love, I would die."

 

 

 

~www.iconator.com

He's teaching me arithmetic.
He said it was his mission.
He kissed me once.
He kissed me twice.
And said, "Now thats addition."
And as he added kiss by kiss in silent satisfaction,
I sweety gave the kisses back
and said, "Now that's subtraction."
Then he kissed me.
I kissed him without explaination
and both of us smiled
and said, "Thats multiplication."
Then my dad comes on the scene
and made a quick decision.
He kicked him three blocks away
and said, "Thats long divison."

 

 

 

 

www.iconator.com

There once was a bear and a rabbit that hated each other. One day they found a genie in a lamp who said he would grant them each 3 wishes.The bear went first and he said,"I wish to be the only male bear in this forrest." And he got his wish. The rabbit said, "I want a motorcycle helmet." And he got his wish. The bear went up and said, "I wish to be the only male bear in the U.S. and all the rest were female." And he got his wish. The rabbit said, "I wish I had a motorcycle to go with that helmet." And he got his wish. The bear said, "I wish I was the only male bear in the world, and all the rest were females." And he got his wish. Then It was the rabbit's turn, and he said, "I wish that bear was gay."

 

 

 

 

www.iconator.com

 

 

PANIC AT THE DISCO

"From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins"

Lying there
With a halo in her hair she cried
There are feathers everywhere
But it's fine
You do this all the time

Crying now
Through a rusted smile she knows
This isn't how he paid the bills before
Drug farm entrepreneur

Go spin circles for me
Wound relentlessly
Around the words we used to sling
Oh, such torturous things
Always chewing up the only ones
I ever mean

If you're goin', then go
Go go go
If you're goin', then go
Go go go

Watch love
Get strangled by a kite's cold strings
Fall comes early and summer leaves
As a storm with the car keys

Spark your heels
Up against the picket fence I built
All your wishes they will sink like stones
Slowly down a lonely well

Go spin circles for me
Wound relentlessly
Around the words we used to sling
Oh, such torturous things
Always chewing up the only ones
I ever mean

If you're goin', then go
Go go go
If you're goin', then go
Go go go

PANIC AT THE DISCO

"She Had The World"

She held the world upon a string
But she didn't ever hold me
Spun the stars on her fingernails
But it never made her happy
Cause she couldn't ever have me
She said she won the world at a carnival
But she could never win me
Cause she couldn't ever catch me

I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, just see the sky

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throw an old line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream

The sun was always in her eyes
She didn't even see me
But that girl had so much love
she'd wanna kiss you all the time
Yeah, she'd wanna kiss you all the time

She said she won the world at a carnival
But I'm sure it didn’t ruin her
Just made her more interesting
I'm sure it didn’t ruin her
Just made her more interesting

I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, I just see the sky

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throw an old line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream

 

PANIC AT THE DISCO

"Folkin' Around"

Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two
Where summer's lasted longer than
Longer than we do
Where nothing really mattered except for me to be with you
But in time we all forgot and we all grew

Your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung
With a little bit more character for show
And by the time your father's heard of all the wrong you've done
Then I'm putting out the lantern
Find your own way back home.

If I've forgotten how to sing before I've sung this song
I'll write it all across the wall before my job is done
And I'll even have the courtesy of admitting I was wrong
As the final words before I'm dead and gone

You've never been so divine in accepting your defeat
And I've never been more scared to be alone.
If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep
Then I'm putting out the lantern
Find your own way back home

PANIC AT THE DISCO

"Pas De Cheval"

Oh, little did she know
Couldn't let me go
Already a part of her

So, often do I need
People in between
That just can't get a hold of it

So we'll just sing it for them
Ahhh
Yeah, we'll just sing it for them
(Just can't get a hold of it)
So we'll just sing it for them
Ahhh
Yeah, we'll just sing it

It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened
Imagine knowing me
It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine
But you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there

Slow, leave walking to the world
Give your feet a chance
They'll do all the thinking
Toast, high until they find
Less pathetic wine
Until they get a better blend

And we'll just drink it for them
Ahhh
Yeah we'll just drink it for them
(Until they get a better plan)
So we'll just drink it for them
Yeah we'll just drink it

It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened
Imagine knowing me
It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine
But you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there

It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened
Imagine knowing me
It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine
But you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there

PANIC AT THE DISCO

"Northern Downpour"

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at boat feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely
[x3]

Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

[Continues in background:]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn
[x2]

Panic at the Disco

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces

You remind me of a former love that I once knew
And you carry a little speech with you
We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street
It's fine with me, I'm just taking in the scenery

You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends
You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends

Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain
And I was splashing around and the news spread all over town
I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I like it a lot
More than you think, if the sun would come out and sing with me

You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends
You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends