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:o When I saw Coldplay at the Hollywood Bowl, I had the most horrible thought occur to me: What if Chris brings Gwyneth on to sing with him? :stunned: I projectile vomit on the notion of Gwyneth adding her mediocre vocals to a Coldplay song! Chris needs to be pried away from the succubus! :angry: Of course, I'm totally biased as I don't care for female vocals in general and I particularly can't stand Gwyneth Paltrow. :dozey:

and starts a war?

the hum of the a/c is lulling me to sleep... :snore:

*throws tomato at Liv Tyler* :P

War movies! :cool: My favourites: Black Hawk Down Glory Full Metal Jacket All Quiet on the Western Front Braveheart Band of Brothers Three Kings And... I can't think of any others. :confused:

My mom had to have back surgery cos of one of those... things. :stunned: The kid just leapt at her and she had to catch him. *has sympathy pains*

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:thinking: Wait, I'M an American! :o :dozey: Eh, we are bastards. *moves to Canada*

Stupid, greedy Americans. :stunned:

You have to work with those little short people? *is overwhelmed just thinking about it* You are made of sterner stuff than I. :o

*continues to spread Bright Eyes love though no one is feeling it :rolleyes: * Bright Eyes - Rode To Joy (based off of Ode to Joy) the sun came up with no conclusions flowers sleeping in their beds the city cemetary's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning and I have my drugs, I have my woman they keep away my loneliness my parents they have their religion but sleep in seperate houses and I read the body count out of the paper and now it's written all over my face see no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter sometimes that's just the most comfortable place an' so I'm drinkin', breathin', writin', singin' everyday I'm on the clock my mind races with all my longings but can't keep up with what I got and so I hope I don't sound too ungrateful but history gave modern men a telephone to talk to strangers machine guns and a camera lens so when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothin' it's best to join the side that's gonna win an' no one's sure how all of this got started but we're gonna make 'em goddamn certain how it's gonna end yeah we will, yeah we will well I could have been a famous singer if I had someone else's voice but failure's always sounded better let's fuck it up boys, make some noise the sun came up with no conclusions flowers sleeping in their beds the city cemetary's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning

I think it's Stereophonics - Maybe. :/ Might be. I'll just assume I'm right and pick a new line. ;) now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate That's from one of my favourite songs ever. :o

^ :D Ryan Adams - Lovesick Blues

:lol: I'm a very heavy sleeper. I don't talk, I don't snore, I don't toss and turn. And I sleep through everything too. Earthquakes, fireworks, shouts, alarms... :dozey:

I slept for fourteen hours straight yesterday. :smug:

:lol: Sorry for being so... fervent earlier. I have calmed down. :dozey: Somewhat. My voice is its normal pitch again anyway, and the shakes have ceased. I'm just totally stoked about this. :D I can't believe Conor, Damien, Chris and Dave are going to be in the same place! Four of my favourite musicians at the same show. Eeep! :rolleyes:

I totally forgot about the later, shittier years. I was thinking of Peter Gabriel-era Genesis :stunned: Big difference. Cos, you know, Phil didn't wear dresses and foxheads ;) ...Anyhow, Crazytown = Trash Sting?

Bright Eyes - We Are Free Men well, the future spills its intangibles an unknown set of variables a path that splits infinitely up ahead so what's the use to pick and choose from what you should or shouldn't do no, that's time spent better sleeping in your bed or wide awake in a shopping mall trying clothes on from off of the wall yeah anything to entertain yourself cos a costume can be quite comfortable it can make you feel more beautiful yeah, it can even make you look like someone else but it's still you, so there's nothing you can do like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is and it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix they pat your back bruised with their accolades and all four walls are a trophy case but that doesn't make it any less of a cage but you can make it all less difficult by embracing the ephemeral then you'd never have to worry or explain cos if it's really all just physical then my memory's immaterial so why then do I remember you at all but I do, I do, my friend, I've seen your face we shared a cup, I know the taste its sweetness is relentless on my lips so we will drink in everything that is like a freed convict, drunk on redemption from the way I've been but I swear this time, things will be different well, right and wrong, they have never been that far apart for those who'd write that sentence where you hang we will be lifted up from all of this yeah, we will transcend the insignificance of this existence yeah, your body's gone, but angel, you will live...

I used to own... *lowers voice* a Mariah Carey CD :stunned: :embarrased: *hides*

NEBRASKA!! :D Home of cows, corn and Conor Oberst. ;)

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stupid double posts :tongue: