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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 11, 2003 4:34:36 GMT -5
That stands for: "The Thread Where We Post Music Lyrics in Bold and End Each Message With the Words 'Fran Drescher Ate My Petunias.'"
This would normally go in Music, Movies, and the Written Word, but it's so retarded, I figured I'd save MB and/or W2D2W the trouble of moving it here.
And, yes, I am quite delirious right now. It probably has something to do with all this fresh air, I'm not used to it.
The rules: You must type out all of the lyrics (in bold), no copying and pasting. Unless you want to. Also, don't put the title or the artist in. Feel free to guess the title and artist of the previous poster's lyrics (it gives the thread a pseudo-point, I suppose). And, of course, write "Fran Drescher ate my petunias" at the end.
Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway! Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way!
Yeah darlin' gonna make it happen Take the world in a love embrace! Fire all of your guns at once and Explode into space!
I like smoke and lightnin'. Heavy-metal thunder! Racin' with the wind And the feelin' that I'm under!
Yeah darlin' gonna make it happen Take the world in a love embrace! Fire all of your guns at once and Explode into space!
Like a true nature's child We were born, born to be wild! We can climb so high... I never wanna die!
Born to be wild! Born to be wild!
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by MB on Aug 11, 2003 4:36:36 GMT -5
Kak, man seriously. Get some sleep. Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 11, 2003 4:45:54 GMT -5
Kak, man seriously. Get some sleep. Fran Drescher ate my petunias. Damn you, you messed up the rhythm. Edit that shit up with some bold lyrics, boah. Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover.
Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said, I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover.
Lying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say I said to the man Are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?
And he said Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (Oh, yeah, yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover!
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by MB on Aug 11, 2003 4:51:50 GMT -5
Well, I guess I have to play it off now like this was part of the rythm the whole time....
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by Tokkalosh on Aug 11, 2003 5:02:28 GMT -5
YO!
I win.
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Post by MB on Aug 11, 2003 5:08:42 GMT -5
You son of a bitch...
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 11, 2003 5:13:46 GMT -5
You dirty bastards. LYRICS, PEOPLE! And the distinct lack of Fran Drescher petunia-eating action seriously disturbs me! Boy: I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday Parking by the lake And there was not another car in sight And I never had a girl Looking any better than you did And all the kids at school They were wishing they were me that night
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon! Hold on tight! C'mon! Hold on tight!
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Girl: Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed
Ain't no doubt about it Baby got to go and shout it Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed
Boy: Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed
Baby doncha hear my heart You got it drowning out the radio I've been waiting so long For you to come along and have some fun
And I gotta let ya know No you're never gonna regret it So open up your eyes I got a big surprise It'll feel all right Well I wanna make your motor run
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon! Hold on tight! C'mon! Hold on tight!
Though it's cold and lonley in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light Paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can And let Mother Nature do the rest Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely--
We're gonna go all the way tonight We're gonna go allt he way An tonight's the night...
Radio Broadcast: Ok, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, there's the wind-up and there it is, a line shot up the middle, look at him go. This boy can really fly! He's rounding first and really turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out! No, wait, safe--safe at second base, this kid really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch-- he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt-- safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher glance over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third base line, the suicide squeeze in on! Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close, here's the throw, there's the play at the plate, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!
II. Let Me Sleep On It
Girl: Stop right there! I gotta know right now! Before we go any further--!
Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? Do you love me!? Will you love me forever!? Do you need me!? Will you never leave me!? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life!? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife!? I gotta know right now Before we go any further Do you love me!!!? Will you love me forever!!!?
Boy: Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning
Girl: I gotta know right now! Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? I gotta know right now! Before we go any further Do you love me? And will you love me forever?
Boy: Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning Let me sleep on it!!!
Girl: Will you love me forever?
Boy: Let me sleep on it!!!
Girl: Will you love me forever!!!
III. Praying for the End of Time
Boy: I couldn't take it any longer Lord I was crazed And when the feeling came upon me Like a tidal wave I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave That I would love you to the end of time I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
So now I'm praying for the end of time To hurry up and arrive Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you I don't think that I can really survive I'll never break my promise or forget my vow But God only knows what I can do right now I'm praying for the end of time It's all that I can do Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!!
Boy: It was long ago and it was far away and it was so much better than it is today
Girl: It never felt so good It never felt so right And we were glowing like A metal on the edge of a knife
Yes, I did C&P that. Ain't I a stinker, breakin' my own rules? Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by Tokkalosh on Aug 11, 2003 5:31:28 GMT -5
Listen yo, ima smash u up like a dog, dawg yoyoyyoyoyoyyo lawg
Ima best better dan da rest yo you smelly like a toe yo
BIOTHCHSD!
I win.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 11, 2003 5:42:05 GMT -5
/me shakes his fist in impotent rage.
LUCY! YOU GOT SOME 'SPLAININ' TO DO!!!
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody - I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go Will not let you go - let me go (never) Never let you go - let me go Never let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh baby - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 11, 2003 15:32:28 GMT -5
Revvin' up you engine Listen to her howlin' roar Metal under tension Beggin' you to touch and go
Highway to the danger zone Ride into the danger zone
Headin' into twilight Spreain' out her wings tonight She got you jumpin' off the track And shovin' into overdrive
* Highway to the danger zone I'll take you Right into the danger zone
You'll never say hello to you Until you get it on the red line overload You'll never know what you can do Until you get it up as high as you can go
Out along the edges Always where I burn to be The further on the edge The hotter the intensity
Highway to the danger zone Gonna take you Right into the danger zone Highway to the danger zone Highway to the danger zone
Fran Drescher ate my petunias
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 11, 2003 19:26:39 GMT -5
One question. Is it ok if we post medleys?
A long, long time ago... I can still remember how That music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance, And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver, With every paper I'd deliver, Bad news on the doorstep... I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside, The day the music died.
Soo..Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock n roll Can music save your mortal soul Then you can teach me to dance real slow
Well I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Then I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck but I knew that I was out of luck The day the music died
I started singin'...
Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die
Now for 10 years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean In a voice that came from you and me
And while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned
While Lennon read the book of Marx The quartet kept practice in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with the fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field, The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed, The day the music died? We started singing
Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die
There we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candle stick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend.
As I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that satan's spell
And as flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw satan laughing with delight the day the music died.
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most The Father Son and Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died
They were singin'
Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 11, 2003 22:21:16 GMT -5
Someone take these dreams away That point me to another day A duel of personalities That stretch all true reality They keep calling me Keep on calling me They keep calling me Keep on calling me
When figures from the past stand tall And mocking voices ring the hall Imperialistic house of prayer Conquistadores who took their share
They keep calling me Keep on calling me They keep calling me Keep on calling me
Calling me, calling me Calling me, calling me
They keep calling me Keep on calling me They keep calling me Keep on calling me
Something about Franco eating my penis.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 12, 2003 2:15:17 GMT -5
Now for one of the trippiest songs ever.
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch. Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singing,
CHORUS: Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.
There's a giant doing cartwheels, A statue wearing high heels. Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band. Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon? Doo, doo doo. Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band. Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon? Doo, doo doo. Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 12, 2003 2:29:04 GMT -5
Since I was a child I sought my own way and god was no part of it
I'm so sick of hearing you preach about heaven All this bullshit about paradise
The Christians must be stopped From spreading all the lies The only way to get to them When the... When the sun is the path Have mercy It's the end of your life
As my mind slips away I see no end of this misery The only truth is myself I can't go on this way
I use my intellect To the end of the rainbow All alone I'll be there When the sun is the path Have mercy It's the end of your life
When the sun is the path Have mercy It's the ending of your life
Franco American ate my petunias
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 12, 2003 2:37:35 GMT -5
Damn you, ZBox. Damn you all to hell.
After this post, we're switching the closing statement. The first person other than ZBox who replies gets to choose it.
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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