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26.01.2010, 23:27 | #1 | |
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The New Yorker
состав: Niko Zaglaras - guitar Matt Dudzik - drums Mike Lippman - bass Био: Цитата:
http://www.myspace.com/thenewyorkerband ласт http://www.lastfm.ru/music/The+New+Yorker и сайт http://thenewyorker.bigcartel.com/ тексты Скрытый текстVIRGIN
and five years of waiting and five years alone i'm still a virgin would you let me go took me five years to realize and five years to know that life is too short just to wait on your own but what the fuck it just doesn't make sense let's just... let's just be friends it's funny when i ask they never ever tell me something else i don't know man it just sorta happens by itself while all my friends are fucking each other on the floor i'm stuck here telling her she's not a fucking whore i tell her to move on and walk on out the door because the love that you had is not there anymore boyfriend after boyfriend it's the same old fucking chore being this alone is just such a bore such a fucking bore and five years of waiting and five years alone i'm still a virgin would you let me go took me five years to realize and five years to know that life is too short just to wait on your own the only thing that's left to lose is your virginity just stop listening and just talk to me STALE one must be happy with what one gets that's how it goes getting what other's wish they had but wanting so bad to give it up all along knowing that giving it up would break hearts and friendships including my own story of my life OH GOD NO hey man you suck get the hell out of my car you're definitely not worthy of chilling with rockstars i thought you were cool i guess i was wrong i don't even care that we can't get along you're extremely annoying and act like a fool you're so insignificant kind of like toadstool it's too bad you're friends are my friend's too i always get so pissed when i'm with them and they call you to hang out with us you lost everyone's trust give back the shit you stole thank you very much you burn holes in seats smell worse than feet had a cool streak for about a week then you got lame insanely lame so fucking lame please don't call my house i don't want to see you at all stop calling my phone so much if i want to talk then i'll call you piss me off you just bitch and complain i can't believe i ever met such a shitstain please don't call my house i don't want to see you at all stop calling my phone so much if i want to talk then i'll call you're such a stupid loser and i ain't playing games you're driving me insane TOOTS i just need some time i promise i'll be fine fuck you i won't be seen through your name won't be mentioned 'til this runs through the world does not revolve around you so get out of your fantasy world don't make a scene and don't speak too loud and don't leave your journal around don't make this hard for both of us i'm so sick of sick of it sick of it all but i still love you in my own special way i'm grateful for every smile that you ever faked i'm thankful for every second you made me wait i'm hateful for the time that you made me waste but i still wish you the best of the best of luck even though i know you don't give a fuck because we're still young and our lives have just begun MEXICO remake TREES home is where the trees grow no matter if it rains, hails, sleets, or snows we weren't meant for concrete floors and malls filled with superficial name brand stores i forgot what to say ain't that a shame i'm so sick of all of the games they play they were meant to lead astray and force us into the vast cliche agape mou i think we bit off more than we could ever chew don't stop we have to push through and find the guts to make do close motherfucker close close motherfucker close before your intentions get thrown out the door but will i find happiness from a girl exposing her emotions bare to the world a girl i never met before sometimes i just want to get home home is where the trees grow home is where the trees grow home is where the trees grow grow [свернуть] у групы есть еще сплит и демка...найти не смог:\ слушайте thenewyorker & throes-(Split) The New Yorker-Home Is Where The Trees Grow 7(2009) Последний раз редактировалось псово лаяние; 16.10.2011 в 11:32. |
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28.04.2012, 22:34 | #6 |
A train full of optimists crashing into reality
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Re: The New Yorker
The New Yorker - Living Among Winners and Losers 12'' (2012)
01 Looking up to a traitor 02 Shirly phelps 03 Nine years young 04 Withstanding degradation 05 Familiarity and the opposite 06 Living among winners and losers 07 Receive me from agony 08 Katie 09 Consuming 10 Taxi driver |
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