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| carnagefairy |
One of my emo (how ironic) friends committed suicide last week and the song that really reminds me of him above all emo songs, because we used to play it at about 7am on opening shifts at work, is:
Happy Hardcore - Hardcore Vibes
Just because it was the most offensive song on his iPod for that time fo the morning...
What's the most obscure track that reminds you of someone and why? |
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| sunrise3500 |
| "up in the air, i fly (zoom zoom ZOOOM ZOOM ZZOOOOOOM)" from play school, thx to random drunken singing. |
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| PauLie_C |
Dj Dean - balla nation
reminds me of lister cooray, he rocks out with his c#ck out to that tune
Armand van helden - My My My
reminds me of nikko when i used to see him at alumbra going crazy to that tune
Keith Sweat - twisted
reminds me of dean millson, because he plays very twisted music |
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| queen_vee |
The Hollies - The Air That I Breathe
I thought the lyrics included 'no cigarettes, no speed...' (found out later it was sleep, well duh! How much speed was around in the 60's?!), and I thought it would be nice if I could be enough, just on occasion, for my ex to not feel the need to get super super speedy and then super super stoned.
Alas old habits die hard. |
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| tathi |
Village People - YMCA reminds me of PKC
that Hampster song reminds me of MissyM |
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| kelsta |
| quote: | Originally posted by PauLie_C
Armand van helden - My My My
reminds me of nikko when i used to see him at alumbra going crazy to that tune |
hahaha I remember that
lots of songs remind me of people but One More Time - Daft Punk always reminds me of dancing at Mercury Lounge back in 01 :nervous: |
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| aL_mAc |
the gambler - kenny rogers = Paulie C, cos he has no idea about poker what so ever... and so many appropriate lyrics bahahaaa
On a warm summer’s evenin ’ on a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' at the darkness ’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done. |
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| Aesthetic |
| It's raining men reminds me of tathi |
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