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  richoz 16:47 on 23 July 2010 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: live, music (39), nin, nine inch nails (6)   

  The Good Soldier, Nine Inch Nails 

  Gunfire in the street. Where we used to meet. Echoes that are beat, when the bass goes “bomb”. Right over my head. Step over the dead. Remember what you said. You know a part about life, is just a waking dream. I know what you mean. But that ain’t how it seems right here, right now. How can this be real? I can barely feel. Anymore.

  I am trying to see. I am trying to believe. This is not where I should be. I am trying to believe.

  Blood hardens in the sand. Cold metal in my hand. Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be. There’s nowhere left to hide. ‘Cause God is on our side. I keep telling myself.

  I am trying to see. I am trying to believe. This is not where I should be. I am trying to believe.

  

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  richoz 12:31 on 24 December 2009 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: rolling stones   

  You Can’t Always Get What You Want, The Rolling Stones 

  I saw her today at a reception. A glass of wine in her hand. I knew she would meet her connection. At her feet was her footloose man.

  No, you can’t always get what you want. You can’t always get what you want. You can’t always get what you want. And if you try sometime, you find. You get what you need.

  And I went down to the demonstration to get my fair share of abuse. Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration, if we don’t we’re gonna blow a 50-amp fuse.” Sing it to me now.

  I went down to the Chelsea drugstore to get your prescription filled. I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy. And man, did he look pretty ill. We decided that we would have a soda. My favorite flavor, cherry red. I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy. Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was, “dead.” I said to him.

  I saw her today at the reception. In her glass was a bleeding man. She was practiced at the art of deception. Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands.

  

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  richoz 20:16 on 27 January 2009 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: music (39), nine inch nails (6), video (6)   

  Closer, Nine Inch Nails 

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