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Post by Xaroc on Sept 6, 2003 1:28:48 GMT -5
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to I know you think I'm like the others before Who saw your name and number on the wall Yeah, sing it
Jenny, I got your number I [laughs] need to make you mine Jenny, don't change your number 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309
Jenny, Jenny, you're the girl for me (Woo! Sing it!) You don't know me, but you make me so [laughs] happy! I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve (short-term memory loss) I tried my imagination, but someone kept knockin' on the bathroom door (I'm washin' my hands!) Jenny - [laughs] - I'll be out in a minute! I - What are you doing in there? Nothing! Jenny, don't change your number 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309
Break it down! I got it (Got it, got it) I got your number on the wall I got it (got it) For a good time For a good time call
867-5309 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309 867-5309 a-5309! 867-5309 Press *69! 867-5309 Woo! Alright!
Shine on you crazy diamond.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Sept 6, 2003 15:51:55 GMT -5
I wish I had a different area code.
lately things don't seem the same, actin' funny but I don't know why 'scuse me while I kiss the sky.
Purple Haze all around, don't know if I'm coming up or down. Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me.
Purple Haze was in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night, you've got me blowing, blowing my mind is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
Jimi Hendrix's living relatives won't let anyone use his music in a film, TV show, et cetera that has drugs in it. Interesting bit of denial, there, huh?
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Post by Xaroc on Sept 14, 2003 23:25:17 GMT -5
You don't know what she means to me She's a heart that beats close to me And gettin' back to the way I feel Her honest word is my only real thing When she comes to me then I feel fine And I'm not afraid but so gratified Emerald eyes is a mystery Starin' through to the heart of me
Find, emerald eyes in the night Gleamin' shiny and bright As if covered with silver She's still a mystery to me The way she sails away slow Makes your day to day life easy
Emerald eyes is a mystery She's my place of serenity And gettin' back to the way I feel Her honest word is my only real thing Only an honest word, maybe a sky report Could be a weather bird it was so close to me Emerald eyes is a mystery She's my place of serenity
Who Knows? Who cares? What do you want? Can you tell me? Huh? Can you? What will satisfy your black cruel heart?
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 7, 2003 19:37:00 GMT -5
Oh the rag-man draws circles Up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk. And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape Oh Mama, Can this really be the end To be stuck here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells. Speaking to a french girl, Who says she knows me well. And I would send a message To find out if she's talked, Post the post office has been stolen And the mail box is locked. Oh Mama, Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Mona tried to tell me To stay far away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men Drink your blood like wine. An' I said "Oh, I didn't know that But then again there's only one I've met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' punched my cigarette " Oh Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Grandpa died last week And now he's buried in the rock But everybody talk about How badly they were shocked. But me I expected it to happen I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on main street And shot it full of holes. Oh Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Now the senator came down here Showing everyone his gun. Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son. An' me I nearly got busted An wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed when I proved to him Then I whispered not even you can hide. You see you're just like me I hope your satisfied Oh,Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Now the rainman gave men two cures Then he said "Jump right in" The one was Texas medicine The other railroad gin. An like a fool I mixed them An' it strangled up my mind An' now people just get uglier An' I have no sense of time. Oh Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
When Ruthie says come see her In her honkey-tonk lagoon, Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon. An' I say, "Aw come on now You must know about my dedutante." An' she says, "Your debutante knows just what you need But I know what you want. " Oh Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly. It all seems so well timed. An' here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh Mama Can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
Turn back, turn back, TURN BACK!
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 8, 2003 0:52:19 GMT -5
Yeah baby
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody? I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me." As the smile ran away from his face "Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see To forget about life for a while And the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright
It’s too late to turn back…Oh god I looked directly at it! MY EYES! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY EYES! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 8, 2003 17:43:36 GMT -5
This one's for you (and don't take that like it sounds, it's an in-joke, damnit...OH GOD another double entendre, damn!):
Here I am again in this mean old town And you're so far away from me And where are you when the sun goes down You're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me I'm tired of being in love and being all alone When you're so far away from me I'm tired of making out on the telephone And you're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me I get so tired when I have to explain When you're so far away from me See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain And you're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me
Read the lyrics carefully, and with an excess of interest. Only then will you see.
Only then /can/ you see.
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 8, 2003 22:36:27 GMT -5
Genius, pure and simple. It’s exquisite and down right delicious. And the cream filled center isn’t bad either.
I want my money back I want my money back It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get Every time I turn it on I burn it up and burn it out
It's always something There's always something going wrong That's the only guarantee That's what this is all about
It's a never ending attack Everything's a lie, and that's a fact Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And all the morons And all the stooges with their coins They're the ones who make the rules It's not a game - it's just a rout
There's desperation There's desperation in the air It leaves a stain on all your clothes And no detergant gets it out
And we're always slipping through the the cracks Then the movie's over - fade to black Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
I want my money back I want my money back
What about love? It's defective! It's always breaking in half
What about sex?! It's defective! It's never built to really last
What about your family? It's defective! All the batteries are shot
What about your friends? They're defective! All the parts are out of stock
What about hope? It's defective! It's corroded and decayed
What about faith? It's defective! It's tattered and it's frayed
What about your Gods? They're defective! They forgot the warranty
What about your town? It's defective! It's a dead end street to me
What about your school? It's defective! It's a pack of useless lies
What about your work? It's defective! It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood? It's defective! It's dead and buried in the past
What about your future? It's defective! And you can shove it up your ass!!
I want my money back I want my money back
It's all or nothing And nothing's all I ever get Every time I turn it on I burn it up and burn it out
It's a never ending attack Everything's a lie, and that's a fact Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And we're always slipping through the the cracks Then the movie's over-fade to black Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
If you Kak look cearfully and you can tell a few funny things in our crazy mixed up world about money. AH SHIT, I just gave it away. By the way don't you agree with the 17th line?
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 9, 2003 17:52:19 GMT -5
I agree with the whole she-bang. Except for the part about wanting the money back, I'll go for store credit if they're willing to apologize.
The world is a vampire, sent to drain Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames And what do I get, for my pain Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game Even though I know-I suppose I'll show All my cool and cold-like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal But can you fake it, for just one more show And what do you want, I want to change And what have you got When you feel the same Even though I know-I suppose I'll show All my cool and cold-like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Tell me I'm the only one Tell me there's no other one Jesus was the only son Tell me I'm the chosen one Jesus was the only son for you Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage And I still believe that I cannot be saved
What if the guy from Smashing Pumpkins lost his car keys?
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 9, 2003 20:58:55 GMT -5
I hope you have a recipe, unless its Barns and Noble you are returning it to.
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey, butane in my veins so I'm out to get the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables, dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose, kill the headlights and put it in neutral, stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control, baby's in Reno with the vitamin D, got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat, someone came sayin' I'm a saint (I'm insane) to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt, don't believe everything that you breathe, you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve, so shave your face with some mace in the dark, saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park,
yo, cut it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me, double barrel buckshot, Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,
forces of evil on a bozo nightmare, ban all the music with a phony gas chamber cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag, one's on the pole, shove the other in the bag, with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job, the daytime crap of the folk singers slop, he hung himself with a guitar string, a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing, I can't write if ya' can't relate, trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate, and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite, who's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me get crazy with the cheez-wiz, Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me drive, by, body pierce yo bring it on down
Soy
*(em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ybab resol a m'I, rodedrep nu yoS)
I'm a driver, I'm a winner things are gonna' change I can feel it
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me I can't believe it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Sprechen sie deutsch, baby
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me You know what I'm sayin'
--------------------------------------------------------------------- *(Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me)backwards BTW-Soy un perdedor means "I'm a loser" in spanish. I heard it spelled "perdidor", "perdador", "peredor". My father, who is speaks spanish, says its spelled "perdedor. But he is a horrible speller, in English anyway. also Sprechen sie deutche means "Do you speak German?" Please feel free to make "Loser" by Beck
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey, butane in my veins so I'm out to get the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables, dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose, kill the headlights and put it in neutral, stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control, baby's in Reno with the vitamin D, got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat, someone came sayin' I'm a saint (I'm insane) to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt, don't believe everything that you breathe, you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve, so shave your face with some mace in the dark, saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park,
yo, cut it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me, double barrel buckshot, Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,
forces of evil on a bozo nightmare, ban all the music with a phony gas chamber cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag, one's on the pole, shove the other in the bag, with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job, the daytime crap of the folk singers slop, he hung himself with a guitar string, a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing, I can't write if ya' can't relate, trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate, and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite, who's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me get crazy with the cheez-wiz, Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me drive, by, body pierce yo bring it on down
Soy
*(em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ybab resol a m'I, rodedrep nu yoS)
I'm a driver, I'm a winner things are gonna' change I can feel it
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me I can't believe it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Sprechen sie deutsch, baby
Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me You know what I'm sayin'
God that was alot to type.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 9, 2003 21:10:06 GMT -5
Well the South side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand 'bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him Treetop Lover All the men just call him Sir
Chorus:
And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings In front of everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe
(Repeat Chorus)
Now Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oo that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man
(Repeat Chorus)
Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them off the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone
Satan walks at midnight. Take him back home.
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 11, 2003 23:37:28 GMT -5
This one is for all of you who love the law....no thats a lie its for basicaly me and Kak. No one else replys here. And we hate the law.
Drinkin' beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how this country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won
I blew George & Harvey's brains out with my six-gun I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won Gonna write my book and make a million I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won
I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan My cop friends think that's fine You can get away with murder if you've got a badge I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won
I am the law So I won
Dogs fuck The Pope. No fault of mine.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 12, 2003 11:29:44 GMT -5
This thread has gotten out of hand.
Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K. Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back I'm all right Jack, but keep your hands off my stack. Money, it's a hit But don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 13, 2003 20:34:38 GMT -5
Who cares you and I are the only ones who reply to this inanity. Alcohol, my permanent accessory Alcohol, a party-time necessity Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself O alcohol, I still drink to your health
I love you more than I did the week before I discovered alcohol
Forget the caffe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea A malibu and coke for you, a g&t for me Alcohol, your songs resolve like My life never will When someone else is picking up the bill
I love you more than I did the week before I discovered alcohol O alcohol, would you please forgive me? For while I cannot love myself I’ll use something else
I thought that alcohol was just for those with Nothing else to do I thought that drinking just to get drunk Was a waste of precious booze But now I know that there’s a time And there’s a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between Self-control and self-abuse
I love you more than I did the week before I discovered alcohol Would you please ignore that you Found me on the floor Trying on your camisole? O alcohol, would you please forgive me? For while I cannot love myself I’ll use something else.
Would you please forgive me Would you please forgive me
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Oct 14, 2003 7:29:29 GMT -5
I guess it's time for a little outside interference...
I've been walking through your streets, Where all your money's earning, Where all your building's crying And clueless neckties working, Revolving fake lawn houses, Housing all your fears, Desensitized by TV, Overbearing advertising, God of consumerism, And all your crooked pictures Looking good, mirrorism, Filtering information, For the public eye, Designed for profiteering, Your neighbor, what a guy.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, Every time you drop the bomb, You kill the god your child has born, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
Modern globalization, Coupled with condemnations, Unnecessary death, Matador corporations, Puppeting your frustrations, With the blinded flag, Manufacturing consent, Is the name of the game, The bottom line is money, Nobody gives a fuck. 4000 hungry children leave us per hour, From starvation, While billions are spent on bombs, Creating death showers.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, Every time you drop the bomb, You kill the god your child has born, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM
Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill Our own, own, own, own kind...
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, Every time you drop the bomb, You kill the god your child has born, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM Every time you drop the bomb.
What's fat, green and doesn't know how to cross the road?
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 14, 2003 20:39:15 GMT -5
Do you know something?
Last day of the rest of my life I wish I would've known Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care Or thank my pops for all the talks And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do Everyday, the same routine Before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest Instead of taking a test I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming Everybody was running But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast I don't really know this kid Even though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love Or maybe for a moment He forgot who he was Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged Whatever it was I know it's because
[chorus:] We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve She was given the world With every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell She might act kind of proud But no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places The same situations Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her Too bad he never told her She deserved much better
Johnny boy always played the fool He broke all the rules So you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys No matter how hard he tried Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends He put his life to an end They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back Told the world how he felt With the sound of a gat
[chorus]
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim No matter what you say It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies Don't nobody know why It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way the story goes Will it ever make sense Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this There's got to be more to everything I thought exists
[chorus]
I don't know what is fat, green and doesn't know how to cross the road. I am assuming som sort of mindless frog.
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