Mood Music - Whats Song Represents How You feel right NOW

Low - Violent Past

All I can do is fight
Even if I know you're right
All I can do is fight
Pretty fingers, holding fast
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's your violent past

All you can do is hide
God bless the darkness of the night
All you can do is hide
Pretty fingers, the golden calf
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's your violent past

Maybe it's the violent path
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's the violent path
Maybe it's your violent past

Yeah Baby!!

The Benny Goodman Orchestra - Sing Sing Sing (With a Swing)

Ah threes nothing like the tragic love between a cybernetic enhanced cyborg super soldier who weighs around 1000 pounds, and his little sexy blue holographic crazy deteriorating AI. Its so dam sad, it brings a tear to my eye.

Talking Heads Nothing But Flowers

The hope of my redemption,
Is such that I believe that I am free.
To confess would bring me no salvation,
I alone hold the power to forgive me.

And of my acts, I will admit I've no pretensions,
I've no regrets for all the things that I have done.
My faiths to me are as foundations,
None has the right to judge my soul but me.

There is no going back,
No quarter now remains,
No return for me, no sanctity,
A single chance prevails.
The lands behind laid waste,
No doubt, no amends to make,
At break of day, until the light fails,
March ever on.

Great are the paths of our creation,
That have been made for the brave to see.
The fools who would condemn our existence,
Are as lands to be vanquished and seized.

There is no going back,
No quarter now remains,
No return for me, no sanctity,
A single chance prevails.
The lands behind laid waste,
No doubt, no amends to make,
At break of day, until the light fails,
March ever on.

There is no going back,
No quarter now remains,
No return for me, no sanctity,
A single chance prevails.
The lands behind laid waste,
No doubt, no amends to make,
At break of day, until the light fails,
March ever on.

There is no going back,
No quarter now remains,
No return for me, no sanctity,
A single chance prevails.
The lands behind laid waste,
No doubt, no amends to make,
At break of day, until the light fails,
March ever on.

Pack a whole life into a day, Only living is for free. Let's get lost where nothing matters, Where the sky meets the sea.

Hold me up to the light, Show me things no one else can see. Let's get lost where nothing matters, Where the sky meets the sea.