Nebula Circle Records. Sell This Version. Shock Album 10 versions. Waves Album 5 versions. Nite Life Album 5 versions.
Shock Album 2 versions. Lucky Records 3. Retroman Album 2 versions. Sire , Warner Bros. Zomba , Jive.
Hard Candy. Mindless Self Indulgence. Electropunk , electronic rock , industrial dance. Southern rock , country rock. Tip of the Iceberg. Hardcore punk , pop punk. Here We Go Again. Pop , pop rock , power pop , CCM. Fervent , Curb , Warner Bros. The Remixes. Trip hop , post-industrial. Hip hop , hardcore hip hop. New wave , dub , reggae fusion , electronica. Downtown , Atlantic. Nine Lives. The Formation of Damnation. Horror punk , heavy metal , gothic metal. A Town and Two Cities.
Alternative rock , rock. Universal Republic. Folk metal , black metal. The Hollow of Morning. Industrial rock , electro-industrial. The Golden Hour. Blue Lambency Downward.
Atlantic , Barsuk. Somewhere Back in Time. We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. Pop , folk , blue-eyed soul , jazz. In Silico. Drum and bass , electronic rock. Earstorm, Warner Bros. Programmed to Consume. The Truth. Death metal , grindcore. Deathcore , metalcore. Anthems for the Damned. Alternative rock , industrial rock. Brooklyn's Don Diva. Black Rose Entertainment, Koch. Sunday at Devil Dirt. Just Me. Jones , R. Huggar , The Ambassadors. Michael Schenker Group.
In the Midst of Beauty. Hard rock , heavy metal. Live at the BBC. Here I Stand. Anywhere I Lay My Head. Alternative rock , hard rock. Behind the Stained Glass.
Love at the End of the World. The Damned, the Shamed. Lay It Down. Pop rock , dance-pop , electronic , house. Nothing to Prove. Alive and Transported. Survive, Kaleidoscope. Secret Combination: The Album. Flavors of Entanglement.
Payment of Existence. The Art of War. Waited Up 'til It Was Light. Good Girl Gone Bad: Reloaded. Where Myth Fades to Legend. Here We Stand. Slimming Mirrors, Flattering Lights. Calm Before the Storm. Vrisko To Logo Na Zo. Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace. Death Before Dishonor. My Life: The True Testimony. One of the Boys. Reggie and the Full Effect. Last Stop: Crappy Town. Alternative metal , post-hardcore , metalcore. Garage rock , experimental rock , dub , indie rock.
Last Days at the Lodge. And I Love H. Mountain Meadows. Grand and Green River. To Know That You're Alive. Saints of Los Angeles. The Sound of Madness. All or Nothing. Join the Band.
The Black Parade Is Dead! The Bird and the Bee Sides. Into the Pit. Skip School, Start Fights. Love Is Dead. Exit Strategy of the Soul. Welcome to Red Hook Houses. Mamma Mia! The Movie Soundtrack. Willie Nelson and Wynton Marsalis.
Two Men with the Blues. Patti Smith and Kevin Shields. Now You're Gone — The Album. Eurodance , hardcore techno. The Greatest Story Ever Told. Universal Motown , SRC. Vagrant , Rough Trade. Life, Death, Love and Freedom. Americana , folk rock , roots rock. This Might Be the Day.
Around the Bend. White Noise. Into the Sun. Black Mask, Black Gloves. The Million Dollar Backpack. Fortress Round My Heart. Mercury , Island Def Jam. Along Came a Spider. Scars on Broadway. Monday 29 June Tuesday 30 June Wednesday 1 July Thursday 2 July Friday 3 July Saturday 4 July Sunday 5 July Monday 6 July Tuesday 7 July Wednesday 8 July Thursday 9 July Friday 10 July Saturday 11 July Sunday 12 July Monday 13 July Tuesday 14 July Wednesday 15 July Thursday 16 July Friday 17 July Saturday 18 July Sunday 19 July Monday 20 July Tuesday 21 July Wednesday 22 July Thursday 23 July Friday 24 July Saturday 25 July Sunday 26 July Monday 27 July Tuesday 28 July Wednesday 29 July Thursday 30 July Friday 31 July Saturday 1 August Sunday 2 August Monday 3 August Tuesday 4 August Wednesday 5 August Thursday 6 August Friday 7 August Saturday 8 August Sunday 9 August Once upon a time, In a spinning wheel of rhyme, A dream was made and let astray, In the void of yesterday.
How often times we yearn, For a life to soon return, Never focused on our treason, Of the ripe arriving season. Joys too often hollow, Too far-gone for one to follow, The purest form of sorrow, Is disdain for all to-morrow, Of joys too often wrong, In the penning of this song, Old language laid for one to wait and wallow, In joys too often hollow.
We only let our minds run free, In the dust they long to be, Naked stares of vital shame, For there never comes a day. The exaggerated truth, Of a former fixed in youth, With all dog days on the rise, In their helpless vacant eyes. Joys Too Often Hollow Pt. Two One must hold the open door, Never look back anymore, That beginning never comes, Once the past is said and done. Fear not now an empty end, Free the fancy from your head, How you need not only swallow, The hopeless words of joys too often hollow.
Drugged Vinegar A scar is but a scar, On the psyche that you are, Like a fragment in a jar, Or a sickness at the bone.
Drugged vinegar, I was laced to submission, Fucked without my permission, And left to wake on my own. And her heart of half the blood, What the other half be of, Is a drink of poison love, Spiking Lilly flowers numb. Never Yet In Love Brought to life through ordinary organs, And all the same forsaken as the orphans, Too dense to hear the thunder or the clap, A spell to make one bold enough to laugh. In wealth I gazed the sculpted circulation, In need, a helping hand at every station, And the difference in the balance of our form, Was something secret, something darkly warm.
Though I gave in to the whims of fatalism, As a vicious little brain-dead organism, My unearned love, a floret in the garden, From ordinary organs as I started. A secret, still to be betrayed, Like an honour nobody forgave, Like a song waiting to be played, Like the darkness hiding from the shade. Fear not the good name of your sister, Theres no sense in being sorrowful or bitter, Should you hide away the senses of your struggle, They will only then return to shed more trouble.
There is no chart or mystic diagram, To certify what kind of friend I am, The people change, the principles the same, A secret always comes from whence it came. Like the darkness hiding from the shade. In such a fantasy of peace, What hope has anyone to stay, When every confidence is seized, In a disbelief parade. Under rolling silver cloud, All raving fury is released, Until a voice somewhat aloud, Should say exactly as it please.
No more disheartened by the dawn, No more a sorrow will I see, No more shall time go trembling on, No more will I sing misery, No more the future will I fear, No more an ending coming near, No more the shades forever drawn, No more disheartened by the dawn. Amaretto And Coke The Decemberists used to live for these sorts of epic, carefully scripted flights of historical fantasy. A decade ago the band might have even dedicated an entire album to this murderous mermaid—you can almost hear the Baltic instrumentation and picture the lithographed cover art—but here the song is just a pit stop on an album that otherwise avoids the excesses of yore.A former oil field worker, Toby Keith has always known how to capture the passions of blue-collar men and women, desperate to blow off steam at the end of the day. As such, he s stocked his latest album with themes designed to push all the right emotional buttons--patriotism, Jesus, buddy love, fast women, and reality altering substances/5().