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Post by mirai on Oct 17, 2007 7:53:46 GMT -5
Megadeth: My Last Words
My life's on time, But again my sense is late. Feel a might unsteady, But still I have to play. Six to one's the odds, And, we have the highest stakes. And, once again I gamble with my very life today.
Highly polished metal, The oil makes it gleam. Fill the terror chamber, Your mind begins to scream. Your life is like a trigger, Never trouble till you're squeezed. Now you crack a smile, As you give the gun a tease.
Place the piston down, Now give the gun a spin. Soon as the spinning stops, Oh no, the game starts in. A hateful way of vengeance, A bit of playful sin. Load another bullet, Now the second round begins.
A couple grains of powder, A couple grams of lead. A touch against the trigger, A touch inside the head. Take another drink, and Raise the last bets. Think about my last words, They might be what I just said. A click comes from the hammer, That couldn't drive a nail. Sense the numbing cold blue, Or the red of Hades' grill. A fraction of a second, Do you lose, or maybe still, Pass it to the left, And collect your mighty kill.
Add another bullet, The third round begins. Soon as the spinning stops, Oh no, the game starts in. Please, no I.O.U.'s, No markers for death. Does anybody play? Anybody, Somebody, anybody play.
You, you, next victim, you next to die. You, you, next victim, you next [s: your turn] to die. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
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Post by gopher in heat on Oct 17, 2007 9:47:41 GMT -5
Only two in existence:
Phantasm Theme
and
Sittin' Here At Midnight
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Post by mirai on Oct 17, 2007 9:56:25 GMT -5
and Have You Seen It
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Post by gopher in heat on Oct 17, 2007 13:05:09 GMT -5
touche
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Post by bcg1969 on Oct 17, 2007 20:48:50 GMT -5
take the intro to "Slayer - South Of Heaven" and put a Phantasm twist on it and one might have a decent track.
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Post by mirai on Oct 18, 2007 4:17:25 GMT -5
here's one that could be done from Mike's point of view
Alice In Chains: Don't Follow Hey, I aint never coming Home Hey, Ill just wander my Own road Hey, I cant meet you here tomorrow Say goodbye dont follow Misery so hollow
Hey you, youre livin Life full throttle Hey you, pass me down that Bottle, yeah Hey you, you cant shake Me round now I get so lost and dont Know how And it hurts to care, im Going down
Forgot my woman, lost my Friends Thinks Id done and where Ive been Sleep in sweat the mirrors Cold See my face its growin Old Scared to death no reason Why Do whatever to get me by Think about the things i Said Read the page its cold And dead
Take me home
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Post by mirai on Oct 29, 2007 16:21:37 GMT -5
i've been listening to a bit of Zombina & The Skeletones lately and they have a song called To The Grave... And Beyond
The sweet taste of eternal sleep, Lie with my insides bare, Hook hands and cloven feet, Earth kids are so easy to scare!
When I need an undertaker, I'll be your undertaker, When I need an undertaker, I'll take you to the grave and beyond!
The beast that lurks inside, Is crying to get out, Don't look me in the eyes, I'll turn you inside out.
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