No time to find anything interesting because I'm too busy looking for the can opener on my way down to the bunker: REM, It's The End of the World as We Know It
Grim semi-hysterical gallows humour: Divine Comedy, Here Comes The Flood (http://www.musicomh.com/thedivinecomedy/lyrics/herecomes.htm)
Good riddance to bad rubbish: Tool, Aenema (Mom's coming round to put it back the way it oughta be)
Wistful but resigned: Dubstar, Stars (http://www.sys3175.co.uk/lyrics.php?n=7)
(I want to make a compilation called "The Best Apocalypse In The World... Ever!" now.)
making walls we turn ourselves into enemies escape by dying young like feathers in the wind tremble hard when the flames are licking we hold our hands encircling and sing along this is the end surrounding life in precious hands this is the end when love you give is breaking down this is the end brother lock the children away this is the end baby's breath a whisper in the chaos future looming dark and frightening the gun is loaded vision faith we only know if we question final days a resting place tomorrow's what we make it
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Date: 2003-02-25 02:58 am (UTC)No time to find anything interesting because I'm too busy looking for the can opener on my way down to the bunker: REM, It's The End of the World as We Know It
Grim semi-hysterical gallows humour: Divine Comedy, Here Comes The Flood (http://www.musicomh.com/thedivinecomedy/lyrics/herecomes.htm)
Good riddance to bad rubbish: Tool, Aenema (Mom's coming round to put it back the way it oughta be)
Wistful but resigned: Dubstar, Stars (http://www.sys3175.co.uk/lyrics.php?n=7)
(I want to make a compilation called "The Best Apocalypse In The World... Ever!" now.)
Oh, and I forgot:
Date: 2003-02-25 03:07 am (UTC)making walls we turn ourselves into enemies escape by dying young like feathers in the wind tremble hard when the flames are licking we hold our hands encircling and sing along this is the end surrounding life in precious hands this is the end when love you give is breaking down this is the end brother lock the children away this is the end baby's breath a whisper in the chaos future looming dark and frightening the gun is loaded vision faith we only know if we question final days a resting place tomorrow's what we make it