1. I Am The Cosmos – Big Star
2. Sleeping Makes Me Thirsty – Jack
3. Out Of Time – The Bravery
4. Good Riddance – Green Day
5. Sad But True – Metallica
6. Girls, Girls, Girls – Motley Crue
7. PCP (US Mix) – Manic Street Preachers
8. I Hate Your Band – Keith TOTP
9. Do You Believe In Me? – Catatonia
10. Formed A Band – Art Brut
“It reminds us that real wickedness, real evil doesn’t reside in emo, goth or the subcultures that celebrate darkness and mystery. It often comes from the people who pride themselves on being ‘normal’ and fear and hate those who are different, who just want to be themselves.”
Rub the word out.
Carve the lies off the pigs
With the rusting razorblade of truth.
Scrub away the dirt of normality
With the acid of the chosen one
Drink it down till you choke.
Dead souls make love
Rubbing together like forgotten corpses
Love for the pure sake of love.
you cannot hold it
No cuffs can contain us
No words can explain us.
There are no more cartoons
There are no more happy endings.
Bone upon bone
Man made of sticks
Shedding skin and bleeding out.
Laid down and flogged
No sound comes from this vessel
Silence is the sound of dignity ringing out
All that’s left in this horrorshow to control.
Teased by guards who throw down black bread
Bet on the winner and then beat the victory out of him.
They make us walk straight
Showing us off to their superiors.
Step out of line
And that’s a caning.
Beaten to within an inch of your life,
Get up! Get up!
“I started thinking at around that time : hey these are kinda strange vibes. Let’s leave. I’m not too sure about this Charlie…”
I’m not booing you
I’m booing the rain.
I’m chastising pure misery
Looking sternly at numb hate.
I digh at indifference
Lay claim to your love, exclusively.
I desire desire
Need the carousel to spin
And dizzy us all to life.
As emotion raps the door
Trying desperately to escape
I hold on to you
A weeping cross providing my stigmata
An emotional waterfall
In which I cannot help but drown.
Some will call it stupid
To go back and take a smack in the face
When the bruise hasn’t settled from before.
But when the jigsaw misses a piece
You cannot see the complete picture.
It’s not solitude I fear
It’s the missing warmth of your perfect body against me.
Listening to your heartbeat
Feeling whole. Alive. Real.
You may as well throw my soul in the trash
Bury my face in the ground
Smother me in darkness
Leave me vacant in an enclosed tomb.
Being incomplete is madness
Madness comes from being incomplete.
ECT with the plug out.
ECT. With. The. Plug. Out.