song lyrics thread

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain
Pain
Pain

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
I'm so warm and calm inside

I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
The steaming soup begins to melt
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know your rights
You know you're right

You know your rights
You know your rights
You know your rights
Pain

  • To Boddah

    Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

    All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

    For example, when we’re back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins, it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can’t fool you, any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me, I do, but it’s not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

    On our last 3 tours, I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know!

    1313°
  • I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become.

    I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

    Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

    Peace, love, empathy.
    Kurt Cobain

    1314°
  • Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your alter.
    Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
    For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
    I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

    1315°
  • The Soufflé Omelette: Light, Fluffy, and Fun to Eat
    This traditional French egg dish is what happens when you combine an omelette with a soufflé by separately beating the whites before cooking the mixture in a pan. It puffs up light and fluffy and is just as much fun to look at as it is to eat.
    By Daniel Gritzer
    Daniel Gritzer

    Updated Apr. 20, 2019
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    Answering the age-old question of whether the chicken or egg came first is easy—evolutionary biology tells us it was the egg. But trying to figure out the order of appearance of the soufflé omelette versus the more classic soufflé is a bit harder.

    According to David Lebovitz, the Norman restaurant La Mère Poulard claims the soufflé omelette was invented by its original proprietor, Annette Poulard, in 1888. Or, at least, it claims she invented the specific omelette soufflé recipe served there (which, if that's the case, isn't much of a claim at all). That would put it about a century after Antoine Beauvilliers, who is sometimes called the "inventor of soufflé," and about 50 years after Antonin Carême—one of the founding fathers of classic French cuisine, who made dozens upon dozens of soufflé recipes of his own.
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    Meanwhile, in On Food and Cooking, Harold McGee republished Vincent La Chapelle's even-earlier "omelette soufflé" recipe from 1742, which calls for veal kidneys and sugar. It's all a bit muddled (as are kidneys and sugar—what the hell were they thinking?).

    Common sense is almost definitely in favor of the soufflé omelette coming first, simply because it's the simplest explanation. Whereas the soufflé we know today involves incorporating eggs into a base like béchamel or pastry cream, the soufflé omelette is, at its most basic, just eggs.

    Instead of beating them whole and pouring them into a hot pan, as one does for a traditional French omelette, the eggs in a soufflé omelette are separated fir

    1321°
  • The steps are as follows: First, beat the yolk with a generous pinch of salt. Adding the salt early is important because you don't want to deflate the mixture later while trying to evenly distribute it into the beaten whites. You want to add a little more salt than it might seem like the yolks need, since you'll want enough to also season the whites.
    soft versus stiff peaks of egg whites
    At left, soft peaks; at right, stiff ones.

    1322°
  • Next, beat the whites to stiff peaks, which means they won't slump over when lifted with a whisk. Just as with the classic soufflé, I'm a proponent of putting in a little elbow grease to beat the whites by hand. It gives you more control and makes it easy to spot the right moment when the eggs hit that perfect stage of firmness. It's not nearly as strenuous as some people make it out to be. That said, you're free to use a hand mixer or a stand mixer, if you prefer.

    Fold half the whites into the yolks to loosen them. Don't worry too much about deflating this first addition of whites; it's more important to get a well-mixed, loose base.
    folding beaten egg whites into yolks for an omelette soufflé

    1323°
  • This is the point where I'd mix in any flavorings, like herbs or cheese, which I strongly recommend—a plain-egg soufflé omelette is not nearly as tasty as one might imagine. It's as if the incorporated air brings out a kind of raw-egg aroma (this is something that often bothers me about meringues, too). Cheese manages to cover that flavor up.
    adding grated cheese to the eggs for an omelette soufflé

    After that, you can gently fold in the remaining whites until they're just incorporated.

    1324°
  • I've seen recipes for soufflé omelettes that either do or don't call for covering the pan. I've tried both methods and had terrible results with the uncovered version, which left too much of the top layer soupy and raw (and I'm a guy who likes a runny omelette). I had much better results when I covered the pan just long enough for the eggs to barely set the top and for any extra cheese you may have scattered on top (which...why wouldn't you add?) to melt.

    1325°
  • "The town inside me"
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bw9JBqVH1R0
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXsoTeTW4hc
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIx4srqU3BE
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnOEGvEKFSQ

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhuMLpdnOjY
    https://youtu.be/teiH6IF_M_Y
    https://youtu.be/9yC1RfD08Fs
    https://youtu.be/VuuvwXSK8mU
    https://youtu.be/EWtFtB0Z-AQ
    https://youtu.be/zTbJBnkRkFo

    https://youtu.be/FBy0HBsOOKQ
    https://youtu.be/HnqNjUF3KrA
    https://youtu.be/LORF7larUIc
    https://youtu.be/bRDKlQx_Pm0
    https://youtu.be/sGuFZ_a7RU0
    https://youtu.be/dl-zgYo1mJQ
    https://youtu.be/MOuMZWarmxg
    https://youtu.be/Ch1aVmjvYTI

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmCJEehYtU
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXoZZtvRJNE

    1335°
  • Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel - 1847
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF4YXv6ZIuE

    1337°
  • Summer's end is around the bend just flying
    The swimming suits are on the line just drying
    I'll meet you there per our conversation
    I hope I didn't ruin your whole vacation
    Well you never know how far from home you're feeling
    Until you watch the shadows cross the ceiling
    Well I don't know but I can see it snowing
    In your car the windows are wide open
    Come on home
    Come on home
    No you don't have to be alone
    Just come on home
    Valentines break hearts and minds at random
    That ol' Easter egg ain't got a leg to stand on
    Well I can see that you can't win for trying
    And New Year's Eve is bound to leave you crying
    Come on home
    Come on home
    No you don't have to be alone
    Just come on home
    The moon and stars hang out in bars just talking
    I still love that picture of us walking
    Just like that ol' house we thought was haunted
    Summer's end came faster than we wanted
    Come on home
    Come on home
    No you don't have to be alone
    Come on home
    Come on home
    No you don't have to be alone
    Just come on home

    1339°
  • Cara Mia
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG8-2_qC93k

    Mia cara
    Chi ti amerà
    Chi prenderà il mio posto
    E sarà al tuo fianco
    Ti bacerà e ti stringerà
    Ti consolerà quando piangerai

    Ti amerò per sempre, lo so
    Piccola, non andartene

    Vieni più vicino, mia cara cara
    Mia cara cara, l'amore è tutto quello di cui abbiamo bisogno
    Giuro che non ti lascerò mai
    Mia cara cara, sei quella per me
    Quando qualcuno ama come me

    I sogni possono diventare realtà
    Quindi dimmi, dimmi ora
    Oh, mia cara cara, mia cara cara come
    Puoi lasciarmi ora

    Mi hai fatto credere in te
    Così difficile per me
    Capire cosa è andato storto
    Ero così certo
    Che il nostro amore fosse sempre forte

    Piccola, possiamo muoverci in avanti
    Stai spezzando il mio cuore

    Vieni più vicino, mia cara cara
    Mia cara cara, l'amore è tutto quello di cui abbiamo bisogno
    Giuro che non ti lascerò mai
    Mia cara cara, sei quella per me
    Quando qualcuno ama come me

    I sogni possono diventare realtà
    Quindi dimmi, dimmi ora
    Oh, mia cara cara, mia cara cara come
    Puoi lasciarmi ora

    Possiamo essere felici di nuovo
    Non riesci a sentirlo che
    Sta bruciando dentro, bruciando dentro
    Vogliamo che proviamo
    Prima di salutarci
    Vieni vic-ino, mia cara cara

    Mia cara cara, l'amore è tutto quello di cui abbiamo bisogno
    Giuro che non ti lascerò mai
    Mia cara cara, sei quella per me

    Quando qualcuno ama come me
    I sogni possono diventare realtà
    Quindi dimmi, dimmi ora
    Oh, mia cara cara, mia cara cara come
    Puoi lasciarmi ora

    Mia cara cara
    Puoi lasciarmi ora

    1341°
  • BLACK ESCAFLOWNE
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZXfLrEG8Mk

    MIGHTY WINGS
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S96B1eJFAlo

    1342°
  • Don't let yourself be hurt this time
    Don't let yourself be hurt this time

    Then I saw your face
    Then I saw your smile

    The sky is still blue
    The clouds come and go
    Yet something is different
    Are we falling in love?

    Don't let yourself be hurt this time
    Don't let yourself be hurt this time

    Then your kiss so soft
    Then your touch so warm

    The stars still shine bright
    The mountains still high
    Yet something is different
    Are we falling in love?

    Falling
    Falling
    Are we falling in love?

    Falling
    Falling
    Are we falling in love?

    1370°
  • i'm the dog
    the dog that fucks
    i cum so hard
    that i throw up

    i shit my pants
    i jack off too
    i jack off when
    i think of you

    rock

    im the dog
    the dog that's hard
    i explode my balls
    cum till i see stars

    i blow my load
    fucked out my chode
    fuck so good
    momma sold her soul

    my body's broken
    my body's dead
    my heart's on fire
    i broke the bed
    i shit my pants
    i bleed my brain
    aim for the head
    head for the aim

    yeah

    i'm the renegade dog with the twelve inch dick
    prostitutes pay me for a little sniff
    never paid a dollar nor a single dime
    for a fuckin' or a suckin' having a good time

    I'm the piss dog I am the golden calf
    I piss my fucking pants on purpose
    in the old folks home
    I pissed so much it's on the floor
    you laugh with your friends at me
    but look at how hard i am
    the joke's on you!
    this one's for free!

    rock

    1375°

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