Thread: Songs that sum up who you are/your present state of being

Deathtripper wrote: Dial the seven digits Call up bridget Her mans a midget Plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it Heres a fourty, swig it Ya know its frigid I got em chillin in the cooler Break out the ruler Damn Thats the fattest stoke Ive ever seen But what does ? keen and cali? gettin weeded Makes her feel like maui Now we Feel the good vibrations So many females, so much inspiration I get inspired by the blunts, too Ill front you If you...

Dial the seven digits Call up bridget Her mans a midget Plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it Heres a fourty, swig it Ya know its frigid I got em chillin in the cooler Break out the ruler Damn Thats the fattest stoke Ive ever seen But what does ? keen and cali? gettin weeded Makes her feel like maui Now we Feel the good vibrations So many females, so much inspiration I get inspired by the blunts, too Ill front you If you hang with a punk...

cheesus wrote: Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole f**king the rotting My semen is bleeding The smell of decay Seeps from her genital cavity The smell was unbearable As I unburied her I **** blood from my erection I feel it run down her throat, swallow Eyes glassy and...

juddyguitar wrote: Probably 'Sex Bomb' describes me the best. I have no idea why (so don't bother asking, lol), but when I look at your username and think of this thread, the song 'Las Vegas Dealer' by Gomez comes to mind, especially the bits with the hammond organ! Have a listen: http://www.last.fm/music/Gomez/Liquid+Skin

In all seriousness now. This one always strikes a chord with me. David Bowie - The Lonliest Guy Streets damp and warm Empty smell metal Weeds between buildings Pictures on my hard drive But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy Steam under floor Shards by the mirrors frame Clouds green and low No sign, no nothing now But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy All the pages that have turned All the errors left unlearned, oh...

I got a letter just the other day She sent a picture, but she didn't sign her name She wore high heels and a little black lace I knew her body, but I couldn't see her face She didn't leave a number, not an address or a clue But something in that photograph reminded me of you Baby, let's put the X in sex Love's like a muscle and you make me wanna flex Baby, let's put the X in sex Keep it undercover, baby let me be...

We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do i......

Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole f**king the rotting My semen is bleeding The smell of decay Seeps from her genital cavity The smell was unbearable As I unburied her I **** blood from my erection I feel it run down her throat, swallow Eyes glassy and vacant body dug up...

An instrumental, probably by Port Royal.

This one really resonates:- You got me pushing imaginary buttons Step away from me lover, away from me lover You got me counting imaginary school children Get away from me lover, away from me lover Yes I can see that my carpet is animated Walk away from me lover, away from me lover Yes I see you open wounds in everyone I've dated Away from me lover, get away from me lover I am no good for you I'm seeing ghosts in everything I do I...