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Joy by VNV Nation

Have I no control, is my soul not mine?
Am I not just man, destiny defined?
Never to be ruled nor held to heel.
Not heaven or hell just the land between.

Am I not man, does my heart not bleed?
No Lord, no God, no hate, no pity, no pain, just ME.
Comprehend and countermand.
Synchronous guidance. I choose my way.
Never to be ruled nor held to heel.
Not heaven or hell just the land between.

and am I not man?

So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone and why do I feel
that I carry a sword through a battle field?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do I feel
that I carry a sword, that I carry a sword?

Like the path to heaven or the road to hell
our choice is our own consequences bind.
We are the kings of wisdom, the fools as well.
We are the gods to many, we are humble men.

We who build great works just to break them down.
We who make our rules so we never fail.
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone and why do I feel
that I carry a sword through a battle field?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do I feel
that I carry a sword, that a carry a sword?

Bao Dem(Stormy Night) By Microwave(vietnamese rock band) Thấp thoáng trong đêm ánh mắt rưng rưng
Mái tóc pha sương bạc theo tháng năm
Nhắm mắt cho qua những giấc mơ xưa
Những đứa con thơ giờ đây quá xa lạ

[Bridge]
Chìm trong yêu thương ngày xưa
Bên bếp hồng, con vui đùa
Giờ đây như đang ngủ mê
Cơn mê dài không quay về

[Chorus]
Từng áng mây khuất lấp ánh trăng mờ
Mình tôi đứng chông chênh
Gạt nỗi đau nước mắt cứ xuôi dòng
Trong bão đêm

Nắng chiếu đôi vai, nắng chiếu đôi vai
Khóe mắt chân chim hằn sâu nỗi u hoài
Nói có ai hay, nói có ai hay
Tiếng gió đưa cây chiều buông xuống hoang tàn

Chìm trong yêu thương ngày xưa
Bên bếp hồng, con vui đùa
Giờ đây như đang ngủ mê
Cơn mê dài không quay về

Từng áng mây khuất lấp ánh trăng mờ
Mình tôi đứng chông chênh
Gạt nỗi đau nước mắt cứ xuôi dòng
Trong bão đêm


Từng áng mây trời khuất lấp ánh trăng mờ
Mình tôi đứng chông chênh
Gạt nỗi đau rồi nước mắt cứ xuôi dòng
Trong bão đêm

Basically anything by Modest Mouse.

Scarling. - Stapled To The Mattress

You're ship wrecked - You've gone mute
Nothing there to say
You're naked and shaking like a 2 bit Judas
You fall down closefisted and end up in my way

You're the people who just want me to notice
You're the people I try so hard to ignore
You're the coward who demands me to save him
You will smother - under covers- stapled to the mattress.

You traipse on your loved ones
Most who will disown you
You'll search for a family, those you can destroy
Methodically sickened, by their inhibitions
But rather then fix it- you will just avoid

You're the people who just want me to notice
You're the people I try so hard to ignore
You're the coward who demands me to save him
You will smother - under covers- stapled to the mattress.

You're a person who I can't help but notice -
Enjoys drowning into other's self disdain
Void of person - No, I don't think I know you
Please hunt others
Vultures hover
You're stapled to your mattress

Artist: In Flames
Song: Black and White
Genre: Melodic Death Metal


I am one with the world tonight
I am proud to be this far from you

You say that you have no regrets
But I know that you do
You told me someone stole the eye
I know him too

I've come to the conclusion, yes I know
That between black and white
There is no room for two
The scale it might be wide
But there's no need to be blind
Between black and white there is no room for two

I leave all the grey behind
I see clear, I know that I'll find

You claim that you are innocent
But tell me who aint
You think that you're going to be saved
There's no such thing as a saint

Black and White
There's nothing in between
Black and White
Nothing's what it seems

Artist: Bad Religion
Song: Epiphany
Genre: Punk Rock


A new age of reason
Brain treason to trick the mind
What good is searching
if nothing's there to find
We arrive at this place
of no return my brothers
Only to discover that our minds have led us away
so far from the painful truth
of who we are

What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany

Come forth bear witness
see the profit from your loss
Beg for forgiveness
only after you tally the cost
We arrive at this place
of no return my sisters
Only to discover that our values ran us aground
on the shoal in the sea of what
we could be

What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany

If it's real for me do I have to prove it to you
Why do revelations fade to cold blue untruths
It's oh so relative
Subservient in total to one's perspective

What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany
Always failing me

Artist: Bad Religion
Song: Stranger than Fiction
Genre: Punk Rock


A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart-attack,
Tonight the windows are watching,
The streets all conspire,
And the lamppost can't stop crying,
If I could fly high above the world,
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity,
Or would I see hungry lover homicides,
Loving brother suicides,
And Ally Ally Oxenfrees,
Who pick a side and hide?

The world is scratching at my door,
My morning paper's got the scores,
The human interest stories, and the obituary, o yeah

Cockroach naps, rattling traps,
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

In my alley around the corner,
There's a wino with feathered shoulders,
And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back,
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door,
My morning paper has the scores,
The human interest stories, and the obituary, o yeah

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Life is the crummiest book I ever read,
There isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,
Pictures to shock, and characters an amateur would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction