Alex Smoke - 6am

Alex Smoke - 6am

soulseek's better.and Alex Smoke's songs are awesome...remember listening to Incomunicado during a never ending solitary trip across Spain... sounds like an indigo foggy morning.

Motley Crue - Fake

Spent a million dollars on amphetamines
Crashed a lot of cars
Fucked all the stupid stars in Hollywood
Because I could, because we could

So you loved to hate us in your private jets
Funny how you bitched and moaned
'Cause you got fat and rich
And when I'm dead
All you'll put on my headstone is that

I'm so fake
I'm a dirty little bastard
Fake
I was always so plastered
Fake
So you say it's true
Fake
I'm a dirty little whore
Fake
I'm everything and more
Looks like I'm fake
Just like just like you

40 million records and going strong
Never won a Grammy
Still won't play along in Hollywood
Like we should
(chorus)

My diamond rings and cocaine binges
All strung out on your syringes
Sold my soul while you sold records
I have been your slave forever

What are you fat cats doing anyway?
Take our money and flush it down the drain

You're so fake
You're a dirty little bastard
Fake
You're always so plastered
Fake
So you say it's true
Looks like I'm a fake like you
Fake
You're a dirty little whore
Fake
You're always such a bore
Fake
So you say it's true

Ray Conniff - Beyond the sea

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing

Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing

It's far beyond a star
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing

I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet I know we'll meet
Beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing

Together we'll be just you and me
Beyond the sea

My Bitter End - The Suburbs Breed Showmen

Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant curtain to the things a child sees.
And blaming innocence, for what you've gone through, and in this day, you built a wall.
It's 12 o'clock and she hasn't returned. What have you done with my daughter?
She's not been herself in some days, for her lack of of appearance I'd live to regret.
She's dead. Push forward with plans of this escape. Walls, walls, walls, weak and weathered.
Weak and weathered. I remember when the lights went out; I remember when the lights when out.
You had 3 days, look what you've done. Now all the loveless will encircle. Pray that she is alright, in this time it seems for them.
All will. Now I know, now I know not to go. Now, I know. Now she tries to sleep.
She tries to pet her hands on something left, how could they believe you?
And as the walls come into her, she will.
And as the walls become to her, as the walls cave in, and the walls became to her no more.
Don't speak of a sunset she will never see the fucking light again.
And if the sunsets she will never see the light of day again.
Don't speak of sunsets she will never see the light again sleep tight and know your neighbors well.