Saturday, December 29, 2012

Saturday song - Week 52

Garbage - I think I'm paranoid


You can look, but you can't touch
I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do 
Heaven knows what you've got to prove 

I think I'm paranoid 
And complicated 
I think I'm paranoid 
Manipulate it 

Chorus: 
Bend me, break me 
Anyway you need me 
All I want is you 
Bend me, break me 
Breaking down is easy 
All I want is you 

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Saturday song - Week 51

Three days grace - Pain





Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Saturday song - Week 50

Hinder - Born to be wild


Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah! darlin', gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah! darlin', gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Saturday song - Week 48

Metallica - For whom the bell tolls



Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
Stiffend wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time you will
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls


December 2012