SOTD: Eyes - Rogue Wave

MOTD: (500) Days of Summer

SOTD: Trick Pony - Charlotte Gainsbourg

MOTD: Snatch

SOTD: It'll All Work Out - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

MOTD: Elizabethtown

SOTD: American Slang - The Gaslight Anthem

MOTD: Backdraft

SOTD: Secrets - OneRepublic

MOTD: The Last Kiss

SOTD: Travel By Telephone - Rival Schools

MOTD: Bullitt

Monday

Song of the day: Like A G6 - Far East Movement (feat. Dev)

Movie of the day: Hot Fuzz

Sunday

Song of the day: I'm On Fire, Sara Bareilles

Movie of the day: The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

Vox Populi

This is a call to arms, gather soldiers, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. Did you ever believe? Were you ever a dreamer? Ever imagine heart open and free? Did you ever deny? Were you ever a traitor? Ever in love with your bloodless disease? This is a call to arms, gather soldiers, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. Ever want to be free? Do you even remember? Want to be god and devil like me? Ever want to just stop? Do you want to surrender? Or fight for victory? Here we are at the start, I can feel the beating of our hearts, here we are at the start... Darkness falls, here comes the rain to wash away the past and the names. Darkness falls, here comes the rain to end it all, the blood and the game. Far, far away in a land that time can't change; long, long ago in a place of hearts and gold. This is a call to arms, gather soliders, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. This is a call to arms, gather soliders, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. This is a call to arms, way of the night. This is a battle song, way of the night...

Closer To The Edge

I remember one moment, I tried to forget. I lost myself, is it better not said? Now I'm closer to the edge. It was a thousand to one and a million to two. Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you closer to the edge. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO NO NO

Can can can you imagine a time when the truth ran free? The birth of a song and the death of a dream closer to the edge. This never ending story, paid for with pride and fate. We all fall short of glory, lost in our fate. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO NO NO

I will never forget.

NO NO

I will never regret.

NO NO

I will live my life.

NO NO NO NO

I will never forget.

NO NO

I will never regret.

NO NO

I will live my life.

No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO

I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO NO NO

Closer to the edge.

NO NO NO NO

Closer to the edge.

NO NO NO NO

Closer to the edge.

You Are Not Special

An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Cover Me

The times are tough now, just getting tougher. This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher. Cover me, come on baby, cover me. Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me. Promise me baby you won't let them find us. Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us. Cover me, shut the door and cover me. Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me. Outside's the rain, the driving snow, I can hear the wild wind blowing. Turn out the light, bolt the door, I ain't going out there no more. This whole world is out there just trying to score. I've seen enough, I don't want to see any more. Cover me, come on and cover me. I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me.

I'm On Fire

Hey little girl is your daddy home, did he go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire. I'm on fire. Tell me now baby is he good to you, can he do to you the things that I do? I can take you higher. Im on fire. Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley, through the middle of my soul. At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head. Only you can cool my desire. I'm on fire.

Remember When I Knew A Boxer, Baby?

I know you got your pride and your prose tucked like just a tommy gun, somewhere in the smoke, just in case you need it son. I heard it's been a ride rougher than the last one, what'd you used to say? Oh, the harder they come... But he, he swears he's praying for a good time and he, he said he just doesn't miss her and, I have heard you never really lose it, do you? Do you? You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy. And now you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby? And your tattooed knuckles, oh how they grind down. Try to be a man, tough just like your father. Try to settle down, more like c-calm down. Remember them songs and the reasons we were singing for. But he said he just doesn't miss her. And he, he says it's somewhere in his framework. And I have heard you never really lose it, do you? Do you? You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, ad there were reasons that were driving you crazy. Until you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby. And you can wait all night long until it all goes wrong and you waste away your soul and you can wait, wait, wait, wait. You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy. And now you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby?