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FALL OUT BOY - INFINITY ON HIGH (CD) |   | |||
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Tracklist
1. Thriller 2. The Take Over, The Breaks Over 3. This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race 4. I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me+You) 5. Hum Hallelujah 6. Golden 7. Thnks fr th Mmrs 8. Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? 9. The (After) Life of the Party 10. The Carpal Tunnel of Love 11. Bang the Doldrums 12. Fame < Infamy 13. You're Crashing, But You're No Wave 14. I've Got All This Ringing in my Ears and None on my Fingers  les paroles |
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01. THRILLER
{Jay Z}
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody, people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down till everybody came around
Welcome
It's here
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story now in stores
Make us poster boys for your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every dot com's refreshing for a journal update
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45 (x2)
I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave
Of my hand, 'cause that's just the kind of boy that I am
The only thing I haven't done yet is die
And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45 (x2)
Long live the car crash hearts
(Long live the car crash hearts) (x2)
Long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
{Jay Z}
Young F-O-B.
Let's go.
02. THE TAKE OVER, THE BREAKS OVER
Baby, seasons change but people don't
And I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography
But don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee
Style your wake for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
They say your head can be a prison
Then these are just conjugal visits
People will dissect us till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee
Style your wake for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We don't fight fair (x5)
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We don't fight fair
With smiles on our faces
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places
We don't fight fair
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
We don't fight fair (x2)
03. THIS AIN'T A SCENE, IT'S AN ARM RACE
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in
This ain't a scene, it's a god damned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damned arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But I digress
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate (x2)
I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This bandwagon's full
Please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate (x2)
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate (x2)
04. I'M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAY I'M ALWAYS TRYING TO GET YOU OFF
Last year's wishes
Are this year's apologies
Every last time I come home
I take my last chance
To burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head
Cause I know how the words get you
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you (x2)
Collect the bad habits
That you couldn't bare to keep
Out of the woods but I love
A tree I used to lay beneath
Kissed teeth stained red
From a sour bottle baby girl
With eyes the size of baby worlds
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you (x4)
The best way
To make it through
With hearts and wrists intact
Is to realize
Two out of three ain't bad
Ain't bad
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
(Honeymoon)
Setting in a honeymoon
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I wake up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I wake up next to you
(Honeymoon)
05. HUM HALLELUJAH
It's all a game of this or that, now versus then
Better off against worse for wear
And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew
And I just want to be a part of this
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine
And you are the dreamer and we are the dream
I could write it better than you ever felt it
So hum hallelujah
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot
Till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
My words are my faith to hell with our good name
A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
I could write it better than you ever felt it
So hum hallelujah
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot
Till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu
Hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah), hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah)
A teenage vow in a parking lot
Till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
Till tonight do us part
Love in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
Till tonight do us part
A teenage vow in a parking lot
Till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
06. GOLDEN
How cruel is the golden rule
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be
07. THNKS FR TH MMRS
I'm gonna make you bend and break
(It sends you to me without wait)
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
Who does he think he is
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
He, he tastes like you only sweeter
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
He, he tastes like you only sweeter
They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
He, he tastes like you only sweeter
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
He, he tastes like you only sweeter
08. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I THINK I AM
A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides
Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get me just right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
Whoa
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get us right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
We only want to sing you to sleep
(In your bedroom speakers)
We only want to sing you to sleep
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank, and we walk the plank
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone
We're broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone
09. THE (AFTER) LIFE OF THE PARTY
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room (x4)
Oh
Put love on hold,
Young Hollywood is on the other line
Her nose runs ruby red, deaths in a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room (x4)
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
(Watch you work the room)
I'm a stitch away
10. THE CARPAL TUNNEL OF LOVE
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say
I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been
We might've said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
11. BANG THE DOLDRUMS
I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm
When you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars
You're wrong
Are we all wrong (x2)
This city says
Come hell or high water
Well I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars
You're wrong
Are we all wrong (x2)
The tombstones were waiting
They were half-engraved
They knew it was over
Just didn't know the date
And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars
You're wrong
Are we all wrong (x2)
Best friends (You're wrong)
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers (You're wrong)
And not the other way around
Ex-friends till the end (You're wrong)
Better off as lovers (You're wrong)
12. FAME < INFAMY
I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesmen selling hooks and plans
And myself making demands
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth
Signing off
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was all right but it went to his head
I am God's gift,
Why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equiped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you
There's to much green to feel blue
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth
Signing off
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was all right but it went to his head
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth
Signing off
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen'
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen'
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen'
The kid was all right but it went to his head
13. YOU'RE CRASHING, BUT YOU'RE NO WAVE
The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads the man hangs, but the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial
Case open, case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer
And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse
Case open, case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
In the above entitled actions we find the defendant
Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
Case open, case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic (x2)
14. I'VE GOT ALL THIS RINGING IN MY EARS AND NONE ON MY FINGERS
You’re a canary, I’m a coal mine
Cause sorrow is just all the rage
Take one for the team
You all know what I mean
And I’m so sorry, but not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes, Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
Do you remember the way I held your hand
Under the lamp post and ran home
This way so many times
I could close my eyes
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth
The truth
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