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Silverchair
Ana's Song

Please die Ana

For as long as you're here we're not.
You make the sound of laughter and sharpened nails seem softer.
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you

Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you

Imagine pageant In my head the flesh seems thicker.
Sandpaper tears Corrode the film.
And I need you now somehow.
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you.

Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you

And you're my obsession

I love you to the bones

And Ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you

Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you


Pulp
Anorexic Beauty

Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool.
Pastel-white features, high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,sultry and corpse-like. The girl of my nightmares.
Brittle fingers, and thin cigarettes, so hard to tell apart, (she hasn't spoken yet.)
You put your hand on mine, death white on brown, those whirlpool eyes; well, I begin to drown.
The girl of my nightmares, erotic and skull-faced. The girl of my nightmares.
Anorexic beauty, feather-weight perfection, anorexic beauty, underweight goddess.
Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, your so hard to tell apart, (she hasn't spoken yet.)
Pastel-white features, high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. The girl of my nightmares.
Anorexic beauty, feather-weight perfection, anorexic beauty, underweight goddess.



4st7lbs ~ Manic Street Preachers

I eat too much to live and not enough to stay alive
I'm just sitting in
the middle, waiting.
Days since I last pissed
cheeks sunken and despaired
so gorgeous sunk to six stone
lose my only remaining home
see my third rib appear
a week later all my flesh disappear
stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better
Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
and not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
and not soil its purity
stomach collapsed at five
lift up my skirt my sex is gone
naked and lovely and 5st. 2
may I bud and never flower
my vision's getting blurred
but I can see my ribs and I feel fine
my hands are trembling stalks
and I can feel my breasts are sinking
mother tries to choke me with roast beef
and sits savouring her sole Ryvitta
that's the way your built my father said
but I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
and not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
and not soil its purity
Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
all things I like looking at
too weak to fuss, too weak to die
choice is skeletal in everybody's life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
self-worth scatters, self esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
this discipline's so rare so please applaud
just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
through staring blankly at my navel


(disclaimer: Creed sucks. But I like this lyric...)

"Beautiful is empty
Beautiful is free
Beautiful loves no one
Beautiful stripped me"