happy sunday.
i am on a marathon burning spree. someone wanted some discs.....
i am going to cruise some journals today to get back at some people so look out.
otherwise, i got nothing.
except a lyric or two....
popular mechanics for broken hearts - beulah
I know he knocks you off your feet.
You're so bitter, you think he's sweet.
Well, he's wrong for you, I swear.
Did you forget to read the script?
There was never a role for him.
It was always you and me. Just me.
Popular Mechanics for Broken Hearts could help me now.
I know you never felt romance,
and we always lacked suspense.
But I can edit those parts out.
I never made you feel complete.
I'm a fault line beneath your feet.
I would never bring you down, so down.
Popular Mechanics for Broken Hearts could help me now.
Just because he loves you too,
he wouldn't ever take a bullet for you.
Don't believe a word he says.
He wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you.
I heard he wrote you a song, but so what?
Some guy wrote sixty-nine, and one just ain't enough.
And there's no sense even trying.
I know, cause I've been
trying all the time to find the song that would make you mine.
But all I ever find, my love, are cliches that don't rhyme.
Popular Mechanics for Broken Hearts could help me now.
Just because he loves you too,
he wouldn't ever take a bullet for you.
Don't believe a word he says.
He wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you.
i am on a marathon burning spree. someone wanted some discs.....
i am going to cruise some journals today to get back at some people so look out.
otherwise, i got nothing.
except a lyric or two....
popular mechanics for broken hearts - beulah
I know he knocks you off your feet.
You're so bitter, you think he's sweet.
Well, he's wrong for you, I swear.
Did you forget to read the script?
There was never a role for him.
It was always you and me. Just me.
Popular Mechanics for Broken Hearts could help me now.
I know you never felt romance,
and we always lacked suspense.
But I can edit those parts out.
I never made you feel complete.
I'm a fault line beneath your feet.
I would never bring you down, so down.
Popular Mechanics for Broken Hearts could help me now.
Just because he loves you too,
he wouldn't ever take a bullet for you.
Don't believe a word he says.
He wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you.
I heard he wrote you a song, but so what?
Some guy wrote sixty-nine, and one just ain't enough.
And there's no sense even trying.
I know, cause I've been
trying all the time to find the song that would make you mine.
But all I ever find, my love, are cliches that don't rhyme.
Popular Mechanics for Broken Hearts could help me now.
Just because he loves you too,
he wouldn't ever take a bullet for you.
Don't believe a word he says.
He wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you.
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Jezebel -- Traditional Hebrew spelling (with vowels)
She was a ruthless, unscrupulous ruler who threatened the stability of Israel. But some scholars are now challenging the traditional view of this notorious biblical villain.
Jezebel has long been viewed as a virtual "she-devil" whose mastery over her husband brought the Israelites to the verge of spiritual ruin. A Phoenician princess brought to Israel during the 9th century B.C. in an arranged marriage, she brought with her the Baal religion, which stood in stark contrast to the developing Hebrew faith. Her feud with the prophet Elijah only served to crystallize the differences between the two beliefs, and her predictably gruesome end is a clear message as to the correct choice. New interpretations suggest that Jezebel's tarnished reputation may stem as much from her gender as any of the things she did. Was Jezebel really a heartless villain, or was she a misunderstood women who was ahead of her time? You decide.
Jezabel -- alternate spelling found in Catholic Encyclopedia and other Catholic Literature.
Just thought I'd mention it.
I know a lot of useless things. Truly.
If I Were You by Protein
If I could just be
you, then I would
always be with
you
So pretty, so
violent, so all I
want
I don't fear anyone, or
anything at all
We could go out dancing darlin'
our hair slicked
back in blood
There's plenty around,
we'll paint the town and
won't do what we should
I don't fear anyone, now
I'm singin' outside your
window
I hate you, goddamn you
I feel so terrible
goddamn you and your
separate life
If I were you
If I were you
If I were you
If I were you