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Ok this is my first EVER time writing lyrics so I hope you like. Please be honest. Even if you tell me I suck. But put it an ickle bit nice
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by OhNoChastity
1100 words, 1 comment,
on May 19 12:51 AM 2008. In Adult, Bands, Crime, Dark, Depression, Drugs, Friendship, Love, Music, Society
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A band in the latter half of the 1960s will experience short-lived fame, the good and bad sides of it, and even tragedy. AU.
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1. i'm yours / jason mraz1 / 2. live high / jason mraz2 / 3. a moment like this / kelly clarkson3 / 4. so small / carrie underwood
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I will follow you into the dark-death cab for cutie1 / Crushcrushcrush- Paramore2 / always love- nada surf3 / whistle for the choir- th
by ImAfreak
<100 words, 1 comment,
on Apr 27 4:09 PM 2008. In Music
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My voice rises to its upper region, projecting over an incredible orchestra. The noise is enchantingly high, and powerful. It dances with t
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An entry, my opinion, for a contest.
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The soft pounding of the music calmed her down slightly. His voice always had that reaction in her brain. A switch flicked and her body jus
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A song about finding your inner beauty (sort of).
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This is four stories put together. It's about an all-male band's adventures when four incredible women steal their hearts.  Hope you
by always feel pretty
33800 words, 6 comments,
on Mar 3 4:20 PM 2008. In Band, Drama, Friendship, Frogs, Love, Music, Roamnce, Series, Songs
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The music never stopped on a Saturday night. A steady stream of jazz floated through the atmosphere well into Sunday morning when God's fro
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A blind musicion meets a promising young woman
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He could hear the young couple arguing next door. The walls were thin. Soon they would make-up. There would be a subtle change to the sounds as their passionate tempers found another way to vent volcanic emotions; it had
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Don't just go by the song title...
I'm not your suicide love.
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Let me get straight to the point. Me becoming famous was a mistake. It was only because I entered in a contest with no intention to win and now I want out. I'm Skinny with tattoos and piercings everywhere. I hate my life. Gig
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I'm coming undone, it screamed inside his head and he sat in the little room, keep holding on, he told himself though he knew it wouldnt la
by Violet Hawthorne
200 words, 5 comments,
on Nov 3 11:09 PM 2007. In , Coming undone, Dark, Fanfiction, Insane, Korn, Music, Song, Song fiction, Story
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After seventy-five miles down Route 1, I decided to stop at this little highway dive I had eaten at a few times in the past. The food was edible and the prices were as low as they get in this part of the country. I walked in
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fall out boy is the best band in the world just pointing it out for all those people who didnt know this (creaps) lol jokes / he he.... / i love fall out boy lalalala i love fall out boy lalala / arnt the
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Incomplete, and needs your help!
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It wasn't the people in the band she was addicted to. It wasn't the lead singer's long wavy hair, or the amazing hi-tech instruments they all used. Not the cool merchandise with the band logos plastered all over it.
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Sabrina had a volunteer job as a Sunday School teacher. Of course, it didn’t pay, but Sabrina was nice like that, willing to help for nothing. And sometimes, I had to wonder if she was insane, especially when I met her class.
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-- / I was only seventeen then, God, it seems like another lifetime, even though it’s only been a few years. I was spending my Friday night as I usually did; sneaking into bars with a few older companions. It
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An alarm was screaming outside her window. Normally Nanashi would ignore it, but something made her get up. There was something strange about it. Maybe it was because there was someone also screaming, trying to be heard over
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Tomorrow had come and gone. Nanashi had met up with Kiba after work and met his friend Kazu. Kazu worked at the post office and asked to leave a bit early that day. The live show was incredible. The band was much more than sh
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Last night I had a dream / I was drowning again / You grabbed my hand and pulled me to safety / As I looked into your eyes / I saw my savi
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The sky was a strange amber today. The kind you'd only see in paintings and crayon boxes. It was nice to look at, for the time being. When you were sitting sedentary and alone, your eyes and ears became your best friend. Ever
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The clock read 5:30, but it felt like ten o'clock at night. The small kitchen window above the sink in her tiny three room apartment sat wide open. Every few minutes a brisk breeze swept over the room causing the papers stuck
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Seconds whooshed by and an unseen voice boomed throughout the stadium. / “Give it up for Mitchy Maverick, Niel Austin, and Jaime Red!-Raise Hell for the Trapped Saints!” / We run past the curtain, and
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Through the star speckled night she flew, trying to take in all of this world below her. The concept of the lands of Musicana, the moon con
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I have a very strong feeling, that opposite of love is not Hate, It’s Apathy. It’s, not giving a damn,
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/ / I look back into the past and I think about how things might have been. I have my regrets, but then, regrets don’t do you much good.
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Part 4.. that means theres 3 more befoer this- Mitch and Niel have problems, too
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Sometimes dreams are all we have.
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My fingers felt like they were on fire. I poured my soul into that song, god knows, every ounce of it. But they didn't care. Hell, I could of played that song completely wrong, they wouldn't care. All they care about is the hit. I was sick of touring, and
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The figure nearby me shifted, as if subtly demanding my immediate attention. I turned my head to face him as his eyes stretched lazily across the aisle. He spoke after a moment of deliberation. / / “You gotta sleep sometime, Jamie,” he said with a r
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It was hard for me. One night in Berlin, the next in Paris, and a week after we’d wind up in Japan. The traveling seemed so endless, perp
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Him: Honey why you callin me so late? / / Her: Cause I fuckin love you, you idiot / / Him: Its Kinda hard to talk right now / / Her: And
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Nanashi laid face down on the black comforter of the bed of her two and a half room apartment. The bed was leaned against the wall, partial
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You know that feeling you get when you're doing something you love? It's like there's nothing that could stop you, like the world is in the
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It’s hard to fit in / when you’re a child with no real home / borderline adult with no freedom… / and they wonder / why I’m fucked up / Lyin’ just ta live, / I have an issue / Wit runnin from my problems / So I fear / I’ll never come
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She danced, so gracefully across the stage. Everyone amongst the audience was bedazzled, no-one spoke. It was as if everyone...
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200 words,
on Apr 15 8:13 AM 2007. In Music
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The man walked down the dirty, trash filled road to the the corner pawn shop in downtown New York. His dark skin blended with the shadows a
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