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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 15, 2003 19:25:42 GMT -5
POD is Christian, and at least one of them has white-boy dreadlocks. Ergo, suck.
Maybe I'll see you again baby And maybe I won't Maybe you've bought your ticket Gone back to Detroit Airplanes make strangers of us all Give us distance Much too easily.
Jim says some destinies Should not be delivered But you and I seen now baby That still they are Winning it makes losers of us all 'Cause the dice roll So indifferently.
CHORUS: Well, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel I'll wrap myself in dreams I'll wrap myself in solitude ("stranger's arms" FOR 3RD CHORUS) But I wish I could wrap myself In thee.
Tonight it's hot, without you Tomorrow'll be cold Winter will come along Driven by snow Love it makes strangers of us all When we part Oh so thoughtlessly
CHORUS
Once we breathed the breath Of sweet surrender Pure, pure Arab air filled our Atmosphere But pride it makes stars of us all Until we fall For everyone to see.
CHORUS CHORUS
BOC, on the other hand, kicks ass. You see? Both have three letter acronyms for names, but one sucks cock, and the other does the opposite of suck to the opposite of cock.
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 15, 2003 21:33:17 GMT -5
When I feel too far away From where I want to be There's nothing left for me, yeah When I feel too close to breathe Like a baby cutting teeth In you I find relief
'Cause when it's more than I can take I pushed and pulled to break A sucker for a saint in your eyes Criticism comes in waves Numbering our days But only you can save me
Is anybody even there who doesn't just pretend to care This time I need to know - are you there? Does anybody think they can Begin to even understand This time I need to know - are you there?
Hang on, hang on I know, I know
It's the lie that we believe A truth that we conceive That lies inside of me When I leave it all behind Something hypnotized The moment that it's mine
Is anybody even there Who doesn't just pretend to care This time I need to know - are you there? Does anybody think they can Begin to even understand this time I need to know - are you there?
Is anybody even there? Who doesn't just pretend to care This time I need to know - are you there? Does anybody think they can Begin to even understand This time I need to know - are you there?
I got nothing to say.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 15, 2003 21:44:14 GMT -5
Best (one of the only good) rap song ever:
Oh oh oh oh oh I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long The future is coming on It's coming on, It's coming on (Rah, yeah) It's coming on, It's coming on
Finally someone let me Out of my cage Now time for me is nothin' 'Cause I'm counting no age Now I couldn't be there now You shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare Intangible (ah y'all) I bet you didn't think so I command you to, Panoramic view (you) Look I'll make it All manageable Pick and choose, Sit and lose All you different crews Chicks and dudes, Who you think is Really kicking tunes
Picture you getting down And I'll picture too Like you lit the fuse You think it's fictional, Mystical-maybe Spiritual hero who appears On you to Clear your view (yeah) When you're too crazy Lifeless for whose definition Is for what life is Priceless to you because I put ya on the hype shift Did ya like it? Gut smokin' righteous But one talkin' psychic But among knows possess you With one though
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long (That's right) The future is coming on It's coming on, It's coming on, It's coming on, It's coming on
The essence, the basics Without it you make it Allow me to make This child like a nature Rhythm you have it Or you don't That's a fallacy, I'm in them Every spiralling tree, Every child of peace Every cloud I see you See with your eyes You see destruction and demise (That's right) Corruption in the skies From this f***ing enterprise that I'm sucked into your lies The Russell that is muscles The percussion he provides
For me I say God, Y'all can see me now 'Cause you don't see With your eye You perceive with your mind That's the end of it So I'm gonna stick around With Russ and be a mentor Bust a few rounds of motherf***ers Remember but the thought is I brought all this so you can Survive when Law is lawless (right here) Fearless, sensations that You thought was dead No squealing, remember that It's all in your head
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long The future is coming on It's coming on, It's coming on, It's coming on, It's coming on
My future (future) It's coming on, It's coming on, It's coming on My future It's coming on, It's coming on, It's coming on My future
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Post by Prometheus on Oct 16, 2003 10:03:17 GMT -5
I completely missed the point of this entire thread. What are ye doing again??
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Post by Xaroc on Oct 16, 2003 14:46:23 GMT -5
I completely missed the point of this entire thread. What are ye doing again?? Good god man! The point of this thread is to post lyrics in bold and end the post with an amusing phrase or saying. Well heres mine. When the truth is found to be lies And all the joy within you dies Don't you want somebody to love, don't you... Need somebody to love, wouldn't you... Love somebody to love, you better... Find somebody to love When the garden flowers baby are dead, yes and Your mind, your mind is so full of bread Don't you want somebody to love, don't you... Need somebody to love, wouldn't you... Love somebody to love, you better... Find somebody to love Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his Yeah, but in your head, baby, I'm afraid you don't know where it is Don't you want somebody to love, don't you... Need somebody to love, wouldn't you... Love somebody to love, you better... Find somebody to love Tears are running down and down and down your breast And your friends, baby they treat you like a guest Don't you want somebody to love, don't you... Need somebody to love, wouldn't you... Love somebody to love, you better... Find somebody to looooooooooooooooooove A poor workman blames his tools, a good workman blames his colleagues.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 19, 2003 19:12:03 GMT -5
Grace Slick is God. Ess.
PT - boat on the way to Havana I used to make a living, man Pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA Hooray for the USA!
Baby, baby, make me a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo
Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show First stop - Havana au go - go I used to make a living, man Pickin' the banana Hooray for Havana!
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Oct 19, 2003 20:50:38 GMT -5
All you women who want a man of the street But you don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn
I'm gonna take you down - down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Yeah
I'm like evil, I get under your skin Just like a bomb that's ready to blow 'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything That all you women might need to know
I'm gonna take you down - yeah, down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough, I can't get my fill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Yeah, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Oh
Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women, with too many pills I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill 'Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again
Yeah
Shoot you down
Yeah I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you I'm gonna shoot you Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah
I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh
I'm gonna shoot to thrill Play to kill Shoot to thrill
yeah, ooh yeah
Stealing ideas from one person is plagarism. Stealing ideas from many is research.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 19, 2003 21:00:08 GMT -5
I see you changed your contradictory text. Good boy.
I was born in a cross - fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, I was schooled with a strap right across my back, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. Yeah, yeah, yeah I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Oct 19, 2003 21:05:03 GMT -5
Actually that text is a somewhat-condensed-to-fit-text-space quote by a special physicist who revolutionized the entire field. And never got a Nobel prize for it. But yes, contradictory, and also a quote I happen to like .
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 20, 2003 17:19:16 GMT -5
You say you want a revolution Well you know We all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well you know We all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be alright Alright Alright
You say you got a real solution Well you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well you know We're doing what we can But when you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be alright Alright Alright
You say you'll change the constitution Well you know We all want to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well you know You better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know know it's gonna be alright Alright Alright
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Post by Prometheus on Oct 21, 2003 3:48:12 GMT -5
What no remark at the end?? Fuck that Ill be back in a minute with some lyrics.
It's Too late
She said 'Meet me at the gates at eight 'Leave now, don't be late' She said one day she'd walk away 'Cause I was always late Thought things were okay Didn't care though anyway Say 'Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate' Tempting fate We first met through a shared view She loved me and I did too It's now seven-fifty Getting ready, better be nifty Do my hair quickly Step out, it's cloudy Mate bells me to borrow money I've got two henrys and a dealer to pay Call up on geezers to rid these green trees From my reeking jeans Got a You-Think-I-Care air Out glaring geezers' stares I'm here and I'm there Couldn't see past the end of my beer What was getting near All of the silence after the tears
I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too late But if I ever needed you Would you be there?
She said 'Meet me at the gates, don't be late' But pretty soon the day came for change And I was glad she never walked away So I'm choosing what to wear Doing my hair with an hour to spare When my life went pear She'd been there with a fixed stare
Big wheel climbed to the top Geezers' stares bounced off Standing at the top of this huge mountain Smiling and shouting Spring flowers sprouting Not one inch of doubt in my mind As I reached the gates Came around the corner at a rate Risked her love But I was gonna set things straight Never again am I gonna be late Never again am I gonna be late Never again am I gonna be late
I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there?
I said meet me at the gates Leave now, don't be late I waited for a while Listening to her voicemail Mind set sail Then the facts turned me pale Wind, rain, hail My fears unveiled for my fair female She'd walked away Too little to late I step up the pace Walk past the gate Rain runs over my face Spirit falls from grace I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place In the Chase, I sat down, got a fat frown Weeping and drown in my senses For this love game's expensive I walk in a trance Got a wounded soldier stance And the everyday geezers' stares throw me off balance Now nothing holds significance And nothing holds relevance Cause the only thing I can see is her elegance
I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there?
I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there?
Be careful who you step on on the way to the top, they'll be waiting for you on the way to rock bottom...
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Post by Kakkaraun on Oct 22, 2003 13:07:00 GMT -5
How's the table doing, jackass? I really do Appriciate The fact you're Sitting here Your voice sounds So wonderful But your face don't Look to clear
So barmaid bring a pitcher Another round of brew Honey why don't we get drunk and screw
Why don't we get drunk and screw I just bought A waterbed It's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snub queen Honey I don't think that's true So why don't we get drunk and screw
Pick it Coral Reefer's, here we go
(Solo music break)
Why don't we get drunk and screw I just bought a waterbed It's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snub queen Honey I don't think that's true So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yah now baby
Why dont we get drunk and screw
And what was Hailey's AIM handle?
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Post by Prometheus on Oct 23, 2003 4:31:55 GMT -5
Im in total disbelief that Stone hasnt locked this yet
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Post by Stone on Oct 23, 2003 6:34:54 GMT -5
I'm trying my hardest to resist the urge to lock it... It's quite possible the most annoying thread I jave ever seen. It easily beats totse's Spurious Generalities and any of RancidPunks (maybe besides 'hash + doritos = not in trouble').
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