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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS

"Heaven Help Us"

Hear the sound
The angels come screaming
Down your voice
I hear you've been bleeding

Make your choice
They say you've been pleading
Someone save us

Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down

I'm at this old hotel
But can't tell if I've been breathing or sleeping
Or screaming or waiting for the man to call
And maybe all of the above
Cause mostly I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps
While spitting out the blood and screaming
"Someone save us!"

Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down

And will you pray for me?
Or make a saint of me?
And will you lay for me?
Or make a saint of?

Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
Cover me in gasoline
Wipe away those tears of blood again
And the punchline to the joke is asking
Someone save us

Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you fall

And would you pray for me?
(You don't know a thing about my sins
How the misery begins)
Or make a saint of me?
(You don't know
So I'm burning, I'm burning)
And will you lay for me?
(You don't know a thing about my sins
How the misery begins)
Or make a saint?
(You don't know
Cause I'm burning, I'm burning)

Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
(I'm burning, I'm burning again)
Cover me in gasoline again

Hmm

SAHARA HOTNIGHTS LYRICS

"Puppy"

Here is why I never called
To say hey I'm alright I will be home any second
I thought you were asleep at home
But you lay wide awake wanted to hear about my night walk

You should have seen me wagging my tail
One tease and I will bite
Throw me a bone and I'll run till I faint
Oh baby you'd cry your heart out

Got home fumbled with my crocked keys
In thru the hallways straight to my doormat
Kicked me out to get some peace
A lovesick little puppy ashamed of its every need

Should have seen him scratching my back
Until my eyes got wider
I say please, please, please put on the old strap
Tame my hunger and desire

I'll be happy to learn any classier trick than
Eating from hands of strangers
I can try I'll behave but nothing will stick
Until I lose some of that taste for danger

And that's why I never called
To say hey I'm alright I will be home any second
I thought you were asleep at home
But you lay wide awake wanted to hear about my night walk

Yeah you wanna talk about my night walk?

Cheeky

Face to face cheek to cheek
Do you hear the pounding beat?
Don't care what's on my baby's mind
Face to face cheek to cheek
Let's leave it just like this
Right after all is said and done

Black

U2 LYRICS

"Paint It Black"

I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
I see them turn their heads
Quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens every day

I look inside my self
See my heart is back
I see my red door
And I want it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black

No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee
This thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun,
My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes

(Wanna see...??)

Leather it up

These leather tough men,
These hard fighting men,
Were the best of men,
And they were the worst of men,
But they were men...
They were our brothers.
They were our fathers.
They were our favored sons.
They were the handsome “Boy Next Door,”

Street fair

The annual Folsom Street Fair is held on the last Sunday in September and caps San Francisco´s Leather Pride Week. The Folsom Street Fair, sometimes simply referred to as Folsom, is located on Folsom Street between 7th and 12th Street. It was started in 1984 and is the world's largest leather event.

As one of the few occasions when such activities are performed in public, in broad daylight, it attracts a considerable number of sightseers. Although the costumes and activities can be eye-opening, it is as a whole intended to be very peaceful and non-threatening.

The fair annually draws 400,000 visitors including kinky leather fans from around the world, and is the third largest street event in California. Each year all proceeds from the Folsom Street Fair, including gate donations and beverage sales, are given to qualified local charities.

Beef

The early gay male leather subculture is epitomized by the Leatherman's Handbook byLarry Townsend published in 1972, which essentially defined one specific order of the Old Guard leather culture. This code emphasized strict formality and fixed roles. There is another order of the Old Guard that emphasizes discipline, honor, brotherhood, and respect and promotes and even stricter lifestyle promoting education, knowledge, and privilege based on successive ranks or levels. Leather submissives start as novice trainees and systematically earn their leather while progressing through the levels of third class, second class, first class, and senior trainee. Once a submissive completes his training and earns the Senior title, he is ready to go into part time or full time service as a houseboy in an Old Guard Master's household. When gay leathermen cruised in the early 1970s, they began using the bandana code to indicate what kind of sex they were interested in having (some still use the code today).

Leather

Threshold

Pilot In The Sky Of Dreams

In heavy constenation
I move across the hall,
I pictured this so many times,
I wasn’t scarred at all…
But everytime I got this far,
I never felt so small…

My mind was full of questions,
Arguements and lies,
But every word was melted down,
When I looked in your eyes,
And I don’t need these memories,
For now I’m mesmerized…

And I’m staring down
The barrel of my life…

Now I’m in trance,
You posess my full attention,
To how my thought stands
Freely on the journey you attended all along,
To somewhere I belong,
Like a pilot in the sky in the sky of dreams.

Can you promise me the world,
And everything I need,
Can you promise me the world?
Can you promise me a sky,
That’s trouble-free and clear,
So it’s safe for me to fly?

But who can stop my plains (stop my plains)
From drifting out of range? (far away)

Will this sky bring fractions to defend,
Will my sights move on before the end?
Will I see the wind in lights again?

Can you offer me the speed
To travel like the wind,
If I ever feel the need?
Can you guarantee the sun
Won’t melt away my wings
Way before my journey’s done?

And who can stop my plains (stop my plains)
From drifting out of range? (far away)

Will this sky bring fractions to defend,
Will my sights move on before the end?
Will I see the wind in lights again?

Drifting away,
Out of the grey and out of control,
Such a nice day for drifting away…

What became of the blue horizon?
I was sure I was flying blind,
Never saw that the plane went diving,
Never thought I was out of time,

And now I’m just enchanted,
You endure my disaffection,
All my system’s running red,
My radio is down and there’s trouble ahead!

Get me back down,
I lost my way and I want to be grounded,
Get me back down,
I lost my wing, falling on the storm!

Did I promise you a sky,
Where rain would never fall,
Or did you listen to a lie?
Did you radio to base?
I’m waiting for your call,
But you left without a trace…

But I can stop your plains (stop your plains)
From drifting out of range! (far away)

Still this sky gives fractions to defend,
Still your sights will last into the end!
You will see the wind in lights again…

Now I’m in trance,
You possess my full attention,
To how my thought stands
Freely on the journey you attended all along,
To somewhere I belong,
Like a pilot in the sky in the sky of dreams.

Man Oh Man

"Daddy's Eyes"

I'll tell you what you wanna know,
But boy you better listen close.
People gonna tell you lies,
Don't let it come as a surprise.

That woman's on my back again,
I know she's got the best intentions.
When you begin to realize,
You know you got your daddy's eyes.

And there's something that I want to say,
I love her, too.
And all of this has got nothing to do with you.

And I'd like to stay but I can't because
I've been fooling around and I know
That you called because you never even knew
That it was hurting me.

When you put it on the other hand,
When you're old enough to understand.
That glove will bring it all to life,
I didn't say that made it right.

Because that woman's on my back again,
I know she's got the best intentions.
When you begin to realize,
You know you got your daddy's eyes.

And sometimes people get tired,
And I woke up a little too late to lie.

Dreams should last a long time,
This is not what I'd call goodbye.

I love her, too.

Sammy

"Sam's Town"

Nobody ever had a dream round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me

I've got this energy beneath my feet
like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
I've got this sentimental heart that beats
but I don't really mind (and) it's starting to get to me

Now.."Why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges
so scared of what they'll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home,
every now and then...

Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
Have you ever seen the lights?

I took the shuttle on a shock-wave ride,
where the people on the pen pull the trigger for accolade
I took a bullet, and I looked inside
Running through my veins
An American masquerade

I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake,
I never really known anybody to die before
Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,
My brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and that's all

"So why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges,
so scared of letting me shine
But I know that I can make it,
as long as somebody takes me home...

Wooooooo!

(every now and then)

(You know) I see London, I see Sam's Town
holds my hand and let's my hair down
Rolls that world right off my shoulder
I see London, I see Sam's Town now

Perfect man

Check out Folsom street fair, hope to go there, wher men are men and leather is the God

Yes

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS

"Welcome To The Black Parade"

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will
Carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on

And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say i'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on

A leatherfriend I would like

Artist: Amy Winehouse
Album: Back To Black (2007)
Lyrics: Just Friends

When will we get the time to be just friends
It's never safe for us not even in the evening
'cos I've been drinking
Not in the morning where your shit works
It's always dangerous when everybody's sleeping
And I've been thinking
Can we be alone?
Can we be alone?

When will we get the time to be just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends

And no I'm not ashamed but the guilt will kill you
If she don't first
I'll never love you like her
Though we need to find the time
To just do this shit together
For it gets worse
I wanna touch you
But that just hurts

When will we get the time to be just just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
Just friends

Folsom

Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin'
it's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
but those people keep a movin'
and that's what tortures me...

Well if they'd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

Johnny Cash

Leather And Scotch

There is nothing more fine than a scotch and a man i leather