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cool pics bro. glad you had a good time.

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he’s got something on his face haha

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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOUiOlQPXqc[/youtube]

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i find that the older jimmy gets, he looks better. during the gish days, jesus he looked like a complete retard.

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CHEERS TO EVERYONE WORKING TODAY. I’M NOT SO GET OFF MY BACK.

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shitload of muse.

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excitement apart; per se…
the songs do top the first EPs tracks, right?

as for me…
I checked out the MP3s and didn’t get the first EP-box.
I checked out the MP3s and did get the second EP-box.

yes, there was a level of true expectation and desire in this release for me.
(well: CWSymph— still not the Teargarden Theme-crap to me!)

ever listened to BC and his thoughts on this project???

starting out in his early youth…
moving towards a decennium later, with EP2…
moving on and on and on…

I don’t like the sound and tracks op EP1… ok…
from now on: I’m excited…

nevermind EP1 > from now on… bring it on… [/quote:2fv4rc5n]

yeah i’m glad a majority of people are finding this second EP to be a success. but for me, it didn’t spark anything deep down, like most other smashing pumpkins songs do.

ep1 was better, imo. i liked those teargarden songs more than the second set.

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When all else fails though, if all seems lost; I spin up Gish and the world’s ‘perfect’ once again. [/quote:3d3w4h7b]

yeah precisely. i feel the same with siamese dream. that album never gets old.

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Wonder what that different plan might be, huh? Maybe 444 songs instead of 44?[/quote:29ry703f]

man i really feel in the minority here. this second EP isn’t as good as the first one to me. i’m just not excited to hear these songs like i used to be.

as for that teargarden/gold obelisk thing, i have no desire to acquire this rarity. i heard the alt theme and it’s barely listenable. and top it off with cottonwood symphony (the turd) for the latest release.

count me out man. don’t get me wrong, i like teargarden so far, but i don’t see EP2 as any sort of promising return to form.

the way the songs are being released is fine by me if that is what the band wants to do. but when the tracks finally hit the internet, i’m in no hurry to listen to it. it’s like, i’ve waited 6 weeks to hear this, why not go for 6 months? i’ve bitched about this before (elsewhere) so i won’t continue. it’s just a fact for me: i can’t stand the release format. it completely destroys any semblance of giving a fuck for me.

i am also somewhat nostalgic for the past. anything before zeitgeist was pretty solid and awesome to hear. these new songs seems somewhat disposable, i don’t know why.

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There is some speculation surrounding this piece of shit track. Be careful before adding it to the database!

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a feeling of someone else
a perversion of reality
a sense of possesion
a little drop of poison

just enough to be aware
just enough to have forgotten
just enough to lose the way
just enough to never care

did i let this happen to me
did i influence these thoughts
did i control my apathy
did i become lost

the answers you shall never find
the questions keep on coming
the fabric has started to unwind
the moths have eaten their fill

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churchill had some good ones.

i’m not real big on quotes myself. i can’t think of one at this time.

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i agree with liking spangled the most.

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Current forecast for Teargarden:

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thoughts of a madman break down your doors carrying mighty chains and whips. latch you to a chair and prop open your eyes. trying to connect to a perceived reality that doesn’t even exist. monsters chemicals and spirits fly across your soul, staining it for life. a scar you must wear. you are now branded a symbol of lies, hate, despair, loneliness, confusion, desperation, and sadness. try to run away now on a spinning globe your feet get you nowhere. you cannot express yourself as everything only has a negative association. better to be quiet, let the others enjoy their gay lives. pour some more salt on your wounds and lick until they bleed. this is the path you have chosen to take. the bend in the road wasn’t a bend at all. just a curve to make the trip longer. suffer. it’s the only thing you have left. going down to an unforeseen level of darkness and desires. you can never achieve peace or joy. you cannot grasp the simplest of ideas as rumors and tidalwaves of personalities roll around inside your tiny little head. the stare is back, my friend. the closet door was closed and the key was thrown out years ago. swallowed by a mystic and betraying associate. forever in this state you must curl into a ball to keep from freezing. rocking back and forth sucking on your thumb. nothing but lies can come from your mouth you are not honest with emotion. your eyes can close just one more time for a short nap away from all distractions. it is here, among the imagination avenue that you can begin to separate body from mind. but the walking alarm clocks touch the clouds, waking you to a cold sweat. again shivering in self doubt, loathing, and misery.

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not having to see the inlaws this year… priceless.

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whispering her last breath
she told me that she loved me
at the moment upon death
nothing sounded as lovely

a promise to come back and haunt me
because you cannot let me go
even in two different worlds
we shall be together even more

for time is endless
from beginning to infinity
and each second spent with you
my love spreads eternally

another direction you must take
another lesson in your life
only your soul is at stake
carve out my heart with a knife

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a tired dusty moth
beating its wings
against its own body
somehow it sings

crying out to you
to turn on a light
its so cold outside
it needs something bright

many miles its traveled
searching all alone
for a personal sun
to call its own

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White Stripes – I’m Slowly Turning Into You

I’m slowly turning into you
But you don’t know this
Tell the truth
You say I’m lying and I never really tell you the truth
But your face is getting older
So put your head on my shoulder
Yeah, put your head on my shoulder

Yesterday it hit me that I do all the little things
That you do
Except the same little things that you do are annoying
They’re annoying as hell in fact
It kinda struck a little bell in fact
I like to keep my little shell intact

And I’m slowly turning into you
And I’m slowly turning into you

Then something else came to mind
That was the mirror
It made everything clearer
That you’re more beautiful compelling and stronger
It didn’t take much longer
Just for me to realize I love all the little things
And the beauty that they’re gonna bring
I dig your little laugh and I’m lovin’ your quick wit
I even love it when you’re faking it
And it might sound a little strange for me to say to you
But I’m proud to be you

And I’m slowly turning into you
And I’m slowly turning into you
And I’m slowly turning into you
And I’m slowly turning into you

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dipping into the ink
today i write this letter
you may have not known
how desperate i’ve become

so i start it off
with an address to you
my favorite friend
the one i want to hurt the least

but the one
i’ll hurt the most
love that it’s written to you
love that it’s all i can do

a few last words
before i depart this place
give into me
give into my grace

i love you

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if there was ever one
it has to be someone
maybe truly unsuspected
a spy once defected
an infiltration of the mind
your vision becoming truly blind
overwhelming forces of domination
shutting down any resistance
just let it go on
lay down your arms
give into the madness
fuck off with the sadness

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opening to the first page
the lines read just the same
blowing the dust off the lines
can barely make out in time
under the gun
never impersonating someone
let’s keep it to ourselves
you and i, tiny little elves
as we read on to infinity
combing the beach of sanity
hoping to find some truth
giving up on proof

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when i was young
it never occurred to me
growing old was far away
but still rushing to get there

when i was old
it still did not occur to me
being young was far away
slowing time seemed impossible

when i was dead
it finally occurred to me
now i’m really far away
i miss counting the days

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you turned left
when you should have went right
now your on a one way street
going down the wrong way
as you hit a pothole
your coffee spills in your lap
and you run into the curb
dropping your cell phone to the floor
running a red light
all the while being late for work
and talk radio is blaring through the radio
telling you how bad the economy is
and where there are bombs pointed at you
so you feel lucky to even go to work today
at least you have a job
with your coffee stained pants
you stroll by your overly attentive secretary
who reminds you about the meeting you are late for
you forgot your notes at home
that’s okay, i have a backup on my computer
wait, what’s my password again?

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to the woods
a man walked alone
in deafening silence
a trail to the center

sighting the local fauna
inside the telescope
the crosshairs
revealing murder

carefully taking time
to line up the shot
making sure his hands
are not shaking

no not this time
vision is calculated
a target has never been so close
so within reach

you could just reach out
and take the life away
the man in the woods
falls to the leaves

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