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Post by Pokemon Eater on Feb 1, 2010 23:39:56 GMT -5
Cybermen! You deserve an exalt for that.
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Post by kohitsu on Feb 7, 2010 11:47:27 GMT -5
This was moved from the 6 Character Thread to here:ah 6... this song reminds me of him so....Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will. random song placement ftw. ^^;
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Post by Pokemon Eater on Feb 8, 2010 17:28:26 GMT -5
Aw man :< That's a really sad song...
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Post by ZootyCutie on Feb 24, 2010 21:35:37 GMT -5
"The Revenge Song" by Heywood Banks has been starting to remind me of 6 in some ways. X3 www.youtube.com/watch?v=NP4w8D133D4You can be mean to me, mean as you want to be, just say anything that you like. You can be nasty and caddy and cruel and unsual. Twist my nose with your fingers, trip me while I carry liquids.
But as you pin me down, my arms down on the ground. As your spit drips into my face, deep in the back of your mind, remember at some point you'll have to fall asleep.
And when you fall asleep, into your room I'll creep. Did something move in the dark 'neath your bed? And then a voice you hear, calling out loud and clear. A voice that is your own. A voice that's saying "Aaargh!?"
There things that one can do with Bengay, nair and superglue, a package of indellable dye. Why would a guy such as I ever buy indellable dye? Blue as the sky? Don't ask me why.
This catalog I found sells roaches by the pound. Millipedes, cetipedes too. They say the meek shall inherit because they stay up late and change the will.
And when you fall asleep, into your room I'll creep. Did something move in the dark 'neath your bed? And then a voice you hear. It's calling loud and clear. A voice that is your own. A voice that's saying "Aaargh!?"
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Post by Pokemon Eater on Feb 27, 2010 21:09:55 GMT -5
Reminds me of 8 somehow. Perhaps how the singer sounds slightly stoned.
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Post by ZootyCutie on Feb 28, 2010 20:57:50 GMT -5
The song Instruments of Destruction by NRG (it was in the 80s Transformers movie, and was pretty much the theme of the Decepticons) reminds me of The Fabrication Machine, The Seamstress, Cat Skull Beast, and Winged Beast as a team in general. www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz6C54sw-uQIron birds of fortune Adrift above the skies Cloudy revelations Unseen by naked eyes Flying tools of torment Will penetrate the sphere Erupt the rock of ages Bringing final fear
Instruments of destruction Tools of foul play It's a vile interruption Existance drifts away
Does it really matter When nothing really does Grave eternal darkness When you're, drained of every ounce And when the nightmare's over The final from the storm Dust of all creation To ashes we transform
Instruments of destruction Tools of foul play It's a vile interruption Existance drifts away
Instruments of destruction Tools of foul play It's a vile interruption Existance drifts away
Instruments of destruction Tools of foul play It's a vile interruption Existance drifts away
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Post by Ani on Mar 3, 2010 0:58:50 GMT -5
If pairing songs are okay here, I have a great one for 1x7... there's a ridiculously good amount of songs for that pairing... and here's one now!! www.youtube.com/watch#v=fRO-M4XyAbM&feature=related1- Frollo 7- Esmerelda 8- That faceless dude who shows up in the middle Priests: Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty) Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin) Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael) Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints) Frollo: Beata Maria (Holy Mary) You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud Priests: Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father) Frollo: Beata Maria (Holy Mary) You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd Priests: Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned) Frollo: Then tell me, Maria (Mary) Why I see her dancing there Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul Priests: Cogitatione (In thought) Frollo: I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control Priests: Verbo et opere (In word and deed) Frollo: Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin This burning Desire Is turning me to sin It's not my fault Priests: Mea culpa (Through my fault) Frollo: I'm not to blame Priests: Mea culpa (Through my fault) Frollo: It is the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame Priests: Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault) Frollo: It's not my fault Priests: Mea culpa (Through my fault) Frollo: If in God's plan Priests: Mea culpa (Through my fault) Frollo: He made the devil so much Stronger than a man Priests: Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault) Frollo: Protect me, Maria Don't let this siren cast her spell Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone Destroy Esmeralda And let her taste the fires of hell Or else let her be mine and mine alone Guard: Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped. Frollo: What? Guard: She's no longer in the cathedral. She's gone. Frollo: But how, I. . . never mind. Get out, you idiot! I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris! Hellfire Dark fire Now gypsy, it's your turn Choose me or Your pyre Be mine or you will burn Priests: Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Frollo: God have mercy on her Priests: Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Frollo: God have mercy on me Priests: Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Frollo: But she will be mine Or she will burn!
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Post by redstar on Mar 3, 2010 8:34:20 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPzaqM7xJS4I thought this would either fit 9 or Fab Machine.. or both. The Walking Wounded by Bayside: I'm weak like a one-armed boxer Throwing punch after punch After punch I, I give in I'm so dumb, I'm surprised When they duck
scared, paired walking soldiers. We're all wounded anyway In our respective ways
Scientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?
You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman Telling lie after lie After lie, but where's the line? You burn bridges, you're breaking down dams
Scientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?
Let's take this train for one last stop, I know It's not the end, but it can't be that far
Scientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, then our time is up
Scientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed Who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?
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Post by Ani on Mar 4, 2010 16:32:44 GMT -5
This actually fits 7 pretty well... if it was a woman singing instead.... Either way, it fits her attitude pretty well imo... www.youtube.com/watch#!videos=suvFtpEu7ZY&v=xTOlZkRLOj8I know the sound of each rock and stone And I embrace what others fear You are not to roam In this forgotten place Just the likes of me are welcome here Everything breathes And I know each breath For me it means life For others it's death It's perfectly balanced Perfectly planned More than enough For this man Like every tree Stands on its own Reaching for the sky I stand alone I share my world With no one else All by myself I stand alone I've seen your world With these very eyes Don't come any closer Don't even try I've felt all the pain And heard all the lies But in my world There's no compromise Like every tree Stands on its own Reaching for the sky I stand alone I share my world With no one else All by myself I stand alone All by myself I stand alone All by myself I stand alone
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Post by TopsyKret on Mar 6, 2010 20:43:06 GMT -5
I'm getting a 1 vibe from this song.
Whale Song - Modest Mouse
I know I'm a scout So I should find a way out So everyone could find a way out
They keep us in To pull us out I'm rising up Wish I was sinking down And it's not like There was warning We were happy And it's not like There was mourning In the warning
I know I am a scout I should've found a way out So everyone could find a way out
I know I am a scout I should've found a way out So everyone could find a way out
Instead of seeing a neighbor out God, I wish I would've found a way out It's the last time We were happy Ever happy
I know I was a scout I should've found a way out So everyone can find a way out
Well I know I was a scout I should've found a way out So everyone could find a way out
Well I know I was a scout I should've found a way out So everyone can find a way out
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Post by ZootyCutie on Mar 9, 2010 17:51:55 GMT -5
This song reminds me of The Fabrication Machine, from his start as the BRAIN, to how he is now.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
Look at me, look at me hands in the air like it's good to be ALIVE and I'm a famous rapper even when the paths're all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone
Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be ALIVE In such a small world All curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business And I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone I can split the atoms of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule
Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let'em all die in exasperation Have'em all healed of their lacerations Have'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite and I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope and I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handle bars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
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Post by Pokemon Eater on Mar 12, 2010 17:10:58 GMT -5
"Handlebars" just reminds me of the movie and setting in general. It's a great song.
Another song for 6, maybe. It fits the movie's end pretty well too, I think, with life coming back. The dead stitchpunks might not be sentient anymore, but they're still part of it. It seems like it'd be very peaceful. I dunno what I'm talking about.
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Post by Missy0Kitty on Mar 14, 2010 15:40:30 GMT -5
Okay. This song is PERFECT for 6. It's like, meant for him.
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Post by dragonflare92 on Mar 21, 2010 17:10:19 GMT -5
This was moved from the 6 Character Thread to here:ah 6... this song reminds me of him so....Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will. random song placement ftw. ^^; FINALLY! Someone else realized how much this song sounds like 6! I was beginning to think I was the only one who knew it! I exalt thee!
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Post by Ani on Apr 10, 2010 16:30:09 GMT -5
Hoorays! I gets an exalts! I has another one for 6, but it's less about the art thing and more about the crazy.
Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill Is Dexter ill today, Mr Kirk, Dexter's in school I'm afraid he's not, Miss Fishpaw Dexter's truancy problem is way out of hand The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel Dexter from the entire public school system
Oh Mr Kirk, I'm as upset as you to learn of Dexter's truancy But surely, expulsion is not the answer! I'm afraid expulsion is the only answer It's the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane
That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic, That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic That boy needs therapy Lie down on the couch! What does that mean? You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut! What does that mean? That boy needs therapy I'm gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy Grab a kazoo, let's have a tune Now when I count three That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy He was white as a sheet And he also made false teeth
Avalanches is above, business continues below Did I ever tell you the story about Cowboys! M-M-midgets, the indians and, Fron, Frontier Psychiatrist I... I felt strangely hypnotised I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin I promise my girlfriend I'd, the violin, violin, violin ...
Frontier Psychiatrist Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier Psychiatrist Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier Psychiatrist Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier Psychiatrist
That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic That boy needs therapy Lie down on the couch, what does that mean? You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut! What does that mean? That boy needs therapy I'm gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy Ranagazoo, let's have a tune Now when I count three That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy He was white as a sheet And he also made false teeth
Frontier Psychiatrist
Can you think of anything that talks, other than a person? A-a a-a-a-a, a bird? Yeah! Sometimes a parrot talks Hello hello hello hello Ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Yes, some birds are funny when they talk Can you think of anything else? Um, a record, record, record
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