Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Update:
Read the post beneath this one, but a major turn of events has occured.
I have finally found Helena by the Misfits. If you doubt the sheer awesomeness of the song, the lyrics are posted below.
I`ve literally crawled Limewire, DC++ and Ares since I got here, unable to grab a real copy of the song until not thirty seconds ago.
Lyrics
I have finally found Helena by the Misfits. If you doubt the sheer awesomeness of the song, the lyrics are posted below.
I`ve literally crawled Limewire, DC++ and Ares since I got here, unable to grab a real copy of the song until not thirty seconds ago.
Lyrics
# posted by Blake @ 11:20 AM 
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Blake, you right about this song. I have another song that I think you may enjoy. I give you "Teenage Problems" by Fucked Up. In fact, I am so sure that you would like it that I wasted a bunch of my time to transcribe it from the insert of the record.
It's warm like a womb
Outside the flowers bloom
The sun comes up as she wakes up
And perfume fills the room
A daisy in her hair
So green and fresh and fair
Beads of sweat and dew collect
Like pearls around her neck
Life's a dream, where I'm only fifteen.
Boys and girls are dancing through the air
Dolores in a haze,
We find a garden maze.
We spent nights and days not changing age
And running through the bush.
I hand her a rose
She holds it to her nose
Just freshly picked, her finger pricked
She doesn't bleed a bit
Life's a dream, where I'm only fifteen.
Boys and girls are dancing through the air
I see the world through his young eyes
And put my trust between her thighs
Puellula dancing, I'm advancing...
She reads me Whitman, Gide and Wilde
I am a man, I am a child
She sits and plays for me, herself and satie
Coming of age in front of me
An ephemeral allure
Begets affliction with just one cure
To pluck the youngest buds to ward away
A noble love for any age
Life's a scream, til you turn sixteen
Then our love disappears!
Life's a dream where I'm fifteen
And boys and girls dance through the air
And I... say a prayer and touch her hair and...
It makes me sick but I can't help it.
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It's warm like a womb
Outside the flowers bloom
The sun comes up as she wakes up
And perfume fills the room
A daisy in her hair
So green and fresh and fair
Beads of sweat and dew collect
Like pearls around her neck
Life's a dream, where I'm only fifteen.
Boys and girls are dancing through the air
Dolores in a haze,
We find a garden maze.
We spent nights and days not changing age
And running through the bush.
I hand her a rose
She holds it to her nose
Just freshly picked, her finger pricked
She doesn't bleed a bit
Life's a dream, where I'm only fifteen.
Boys and girls are dancing through the air
I see the world through his young eyes
And put my trust between her thighs
Puellula dancing, I'm advancing...
She reads me Whitman, Gide and Wilde
I am a man, I am a child
She sits and plays for me, herself and satie
Coming of age in front of me
An ephemeral allure
Begets affliction with just one cure
To pluck the youngest buds to ward away
A noble love for any age
Life's a scream, til you turn sixteen
Then our love disappears!
Life's a dream where I'm fifteen
And boys and girls dance through the air
And I... say a prayer and touch her hair and...
It makes me sick but I can't help it.
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