04-23-2003, 05:34 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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This is, quite possibly, the saddest song EVER recorded.
Thom Parrott - Aberfan Coal Tip Tragedy The mining men of Wales are hardy, strong and bold, And they tunnel in the earth and make it yield its coal. But in the town of Aberfan, it's dearer now than gold, For one generation, for the black rock, has been sold. How many died in Aberfan When the coal tip came rumbling down? How many children will never grow old? How many lives purchase how many pounds of coal? The little school of Pantglas* lay where the mountain loomed, And some two hundred children took their lessons in its rooms. The day fall recess was to begin, they went to meet their doom, Not knowing "the green hollow" would soon become their tomb. Chorus. It was just 9:00 AM when they opened up the door, And in came the children, two hundred, maybe more, For nobody knew what the mountain had in store. The lucky ones were tardy, the others are no more. Chorus. "I played with my big dog, I played with my cat." Signed "Paul, October 21." There's nothing after that. For the mountain came down, and everyone was trapped, And now there's only coal slag where little Paul once sat. Chorus. In eighteen hundred and seventy-four, the first pit shaft went down, And they started piling mining waste on the slopes above the town. Everybody knew that the practice was unsound But for ninety-two years no better place was found. The men of the National Coal Board said that they'd known from the first. The coal tips they permitted were a worry and a curse. But I've heard that kind of thing so many times and it always sounds rehearsed. If the coal tip was a murderer, the Coal Board's crime was worse. For the children all were pretty, the children all were fine, But the children went to school in the shadow of the mine. With the coal tip up above them, they were running out of time, And they were buried alive by the Ministry of Mine. How many died in Aberfan When the coal tip came tumbling down. How many children will never grow old. How many lives purchase how many tons of coal.
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04-24-2003, 04:03 AM | #2 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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New York Mining Disaster of 1941
Bee Gees In the event of something happening to me, there is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph of someone that I knew. Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. I keep straining my ears to hear a sound. Maybe someone is digging underground, or have they given up and all gone home to bed, thinking those who once existed must be dead. Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, there is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph of someone that I knew. Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
04-24-2003, 09:12 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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Velvet Underground - Sweet Bonnie Brown
Sweet Bonnie Brown, looking like a baby coming down all over me She looked real good, like a real nice lady coming down all over me Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) oh, roll me over, like I'm coming home Well, she looked really like another ... coming down all over me She looked real good, like a real low lady coming down all over me, yeah Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) she looked real good, like I know she would I've been loving Mary-Ann so long do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do And every time I see her, you know, I go too long do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do Well, I ain't lying, baby, I ain't crying I've been this way for a long, long time, wow, wow ... Sweet Bonnie Brown, looking like a baby coming down all over me She looked real good, just like a real low lady coming down all over me Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) Sweet Bonnie Brown (Sweet Bonnie Brown) She looked real good, like I know she would Oh, wow, I'm up on a pony, spending all my money don't you come on after me Oh, she looked real good, just like a real low lady coming down all over me, oh Sweet Bonnie Brown oh, Sweet Bonnie Brown oh, Sweet Bonnie Brown she looked real good, like I know she would, oh, oh Oh, I've been loving Mary-Lou, but so long do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do Everytime I know her I .... do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do Well I like baby, I ain't crying I've been this way for a long, long, long this time, oh wow, wow, oh, baby ...
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04-24-2003, 10:09 AM | #4 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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i love this song...
2000 LIGHT YEARS FROM HOME (Mick Jagger / Keith Richards) The Rolling Stones Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion We're setting off with soft explosion Bound for a star with fiery oceans It's so very lonely, you're a hundred light years from home Freezing red deserts turn to dark Energy here in every part It's so very lonely, you're six hundred light years from home It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home Bell flight fourteen you now can land See you on Aldebaran. Safe on the green desert sand It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
04-24-2003, 07:11 PM | #5 (permalink) |
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Somehow this CD (Glassjaw - Everything You've Ever Wanted to Know About Silence) doesn't have a parental advisory sticker (while Queens of the Stone Age somehow do). Read these 3 songs and see what I mean.
Glassjaw - Motel of the White Locust Welcome to Hollywood, whore. Wake the fuck up in Hollywood, whore. My dance has passed. Welcome to Hollywood, whore. Wake the fuck up in Hollywood, whore. Combine the throb within the head with the rhythm fucking of the feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the bloodstains on the sheets. I've whored myself for less than this and I've prayed to appear fed. As I knelt on my pillow, God, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head. Who could ever Who the fuck could ever take the place of me? Now I kiss up to God with my fists and I pray to keep my head though I like your pretty eyes better blackened and my fists all fucking red. Through sickness and health I've kissed up to God two years. I've focused on the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust. Who could ever Who the fuck could ever Take the place of me? Wipe it off your mouth. Get up off your knees and make me your God. Who could ever Who the fuck could ever It's sexual debauchery, you fucking cunt, you fucking whore, You cost what you're worth. Followed by a boy like this. Re-ignited by all your visits. As long as your mouth is shut, you'll still be fucking beautiful. ------------------------------------- Glassjaw - Lovebites and Razorlines Who you fucking now? I use my slit wrist to sign my name with blood and when you can't compete with the Joneses you gun 'em all down (even the father). You fucking whore. Shut up and swallow my pride for me. Move closer or drive farther. I just suck on the end of this dick that cums lead, but first I'm coming after you all. It's ladies night at the bar but she smokes a man's cigar. I guess she's dying. Oh well. I don't give a fuck about your dignity. That's the bastard in me. I know a girl who sells herself around and I'm sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town. You fucking whore, who you fucking now? I use my slit wrist to sign my name with blood and when you can't compete with the Joneses You gun 'em all down (even the father). You fucking whore. Shut up and swallow my pride for me. Move closer or drive farther. I just suck on the end of this dick that cums lead, but first I'm coming after you all. Looking back into my diary What makes me say those things? What causes my laughter at another's disaster It's the bastard in me. I know a girl who sells herself around and I'm sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town. You fucking whore Who you fucking now? I strain myself, I guess. I guess I fuck myself, I guess I guess. You live in shit and you will eat your own way out. I am too fly and shy like no other guy. Too fly and shy just for you. I'm to fly and shy just for you and what you are I know a girl who sells herself around and I'm sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town You fucking whore, you live in shit, you fucking whore, who you fucking now?
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04-24-2003, 07:49 PM | #6 (permalink) |
Indifferent to anti-matter
Location: Tucson, AZ
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Open Wide - Meat Puppets
twenty-one little pink salamanders pass me by tonight twenty-one little red tongues are flickering in my sight amphibious thoughts are flowing with the salamanders showing of the 'touch of evil' tinted black and white open wide seventeen fat ripe rats hold stacks of juniper pie aloft thirty-four clever rat hands are juggling tarts on high these rodents know the craving for a slice, a sliver, or shaving no request for satisfaction is denied open wide
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If puns were sausages, this would be the wurst. Last edited by vermin; 05-17-2003 at 07:43 PM.. |
04-25-2003, 01:47 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Toronto
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Recruiting Sargeant
By Great Big Sea Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB, for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel, And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell Chorus So it's over the mountains, and over the sea Come brave Newfoundlanders and join the Blue Puttees You'll fight in Flanders, and at Galipoli Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me Then the call came from London, for the last July drive To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die The roll call next morning, just a handful survived. Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me Chorus The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day When the pride of the city went marching away A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me Chorus x3 Its a true story, and a sad one at that. A large portion of Newfoundlands population was killed in World War One all for 'King and Country'. In a single battle, 800 Newfoundlanders went over the trench wall, but only 68 survived until the next morning. Entire families were devastated, and yet, few Canadians today can remember the Blue Puttee's.They were named a Royal Regiment before the war was even over. Makes me feel proud to be a Canadian. Alas, Great Big Sea is capable of making this seem like a pretty upbeat song. They are also great at telling stories. |
04-25-2003, 02:06 PM | #8 (permalink) |
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Metallica - Battery
Lashing out the action, returning the reaction Weak are ripped and torn away Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower Battery is here to stay Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Crushing all deceivers, mashing non-believers never ending potency Hungry violence seeker, feeding off the weaker Breeding on insanity Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Circle of Destruction, Hammer comes crushing Powerhouse of energy Whipping up a fury, Dominating flurry We create the Battery Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery
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04-25-2003, 02:25 PM | #9 (permalink) |
Giggity Giggity!!
Location: N'York
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Frank Zappa. Waka/Jawaka,.....Your Mouth
Your mouth is your religion. You put your faith in a hole like that? You put your trust and your belief Above your jaw, and no relief Have I found I heard your story when you come home You said you went to see your sister last night. Well, you might lose a bunch of teeth And a funeral wreath While you'll be laying in the ground All alone So tell me, where are you coming from With all those lines As you stumble in the breakin' of the day. Where are you comin' from, my shot gun say Beacause he just might want to blow you away 'cause he just might want to blow you away An evil woman can make ya cry If you believe her every time she lies Well you can be a big fool If she makes you lose your cool, and so I've got me some advice you should try Just let her talk a little Just let her talk a little more Just.., let her talk a little more And when she runs out of words Just say the same thing I told ya before... Tell me, where are you coming from With all them lines? As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day Where are you coming from, my shot gun say Because he just might want to blow you away 'cause he just might want to blow you away.
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04-25-2003, 02:45 PM | #10 (permalink) |
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Radiohead - The Bends
Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now, when I need you? Alone on an aeroplane Fall asleep on against the window pane My blood will thicken I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath But who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low? My baby's got the bends, oh no We don't have any real friends, no, no, no Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen Where do we go from here? The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear And where are you? They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines, To blow me away, to blow me sky high My baby's got the bends We don't have any real friends Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen I wanna live, breathe I wanna be part of the human race I wanna live, breathe I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now when I need you? |
04-25-2003, 06:36 PM | #11 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Detroit
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I love this song but only mainly for the chorus:
Artist : Linkin Park Song : Nobody's Listening Album : Meteora Coming at you Coming at you Coming at you Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it The number one question is: how could you ignore it And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks with rap stack Got you backing this up like rewind that We're just rolling with the rhythm Rise from the ashes of stylistic division With these non-stop lyrics are life living Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven But in the meantime there are those who want to talk this and that So I suppose that it gets to a point Where feelings got to get hurt And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt, it goes Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear but nobody's listening Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear but nobody's listening I've got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Hand full of anger held in my chest And everything left's a waste of time I hate my rhymes but I hate everyone else's more I'm riding on the back of this pressure Guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together Because all of this stress gave me something to write on And the pain gave me something I could set my sights on I'll never forget the blood, sweat, and tears The uphill struggle over years The fearing trash talking and the people it was to And the people that started it just like you Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear but nobody's listening Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear but nobody's listening I've got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Hand full of anger held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear Heart full of pain, head full of stress Hand full of anger held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear Heart full of pain Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear but nobody's listening Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear but nobody's listening I've got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Nobody's listening Hand full of anger held in my chest Nobody's listening Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nobody's listening Nothing to gain, everything to fear Nobody's listening Coming at you Coming at you Coming at you Coming at you from every side
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My army will take over the world join us or be destroyed. I am the Emperor Supreme Join the Revolution! Necrophilia - The irresistible urge to crack open a cold one |
04-25-2003, 07:01 PM | #12 (permalink) |
Addict
Location: TN
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i'm been listening to this song a bunch lately
Craig Morgan - Almost Home He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes. He was covered with the Evening News. Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands. The bank sign was flashing "5 below", It was freezing rain an' spittin' snow; He was curled up behind some garbage cans. I was afraid that he was dead: I gave him a gentle shake. When he opened up his eyes, I said: "Old man, are you ok?" He said: "I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree. "I was runnin' from some honey bees. "Drip dryin' in the summer breeze, "After jumpin' into Calico Creek. "I was walkin' down an old dirt road, "Past a field of hay that had just been mowed. "Man, I wish you'd just left me alone, "'Cause I was almost home." Then he said: "I w's just comin' 'round the barn, "'Bout the time he grabbed my arm, "When I heard Momma holler: 'Son, hurry up.' "I was close enough for my own nose, "To smell fresh cobbler on the stove, "When I saw Daddy loadin' up the truck. "Cane poles on the tailgate, "Bobbers blowin' in the wind. "Since July of '55, "That's as close as I've been. "Yeah, I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree. "Well, I was runnin' from some honey bees. "Drip dryin' in the summer breeze, "After jumpin' into Calico Creek. "An' I was walkin' down an old dirt road, "Past a field of hay that had just been mowed. "Man, I wish you'd just left me alone, "I was almost home." I said: "Old man you're gonna freeze to death, "Let me drive you to the mission." He said: "Boy, if you left me alone, "Right now, I'd be fishin'." "I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree. "I was runnin' from some honey bees. "An' drip dryin' in the summer breeze, "After jumpin' in to Calico Creek. "I was walkin' down an old dirt road, "Past a field of hay that had just been mowed. "Man, I wish you'd just left me alone, "'Cause I was almost home." (Almost home). "Man, I wish you'd just left me alone, "I was almost home." |
04-27-2003, 12:25 PM | #13 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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heard this last night at ned's in herndon...had to post it
RAMBLE ON Led Zeppelin The leaves are falling all around Time I was on my way Thanks to you, I'm much obliged For such a pleasant stay But now it's time for me t' go The autumn moon lights my way But now I smell the rain And with it pain And it's headed my way Ah, sometimes I grow so tired But I know I've got one thing I've got to do Ramble on Now's the time, the time is now Sing my song I'm going 'round the world I got to find my girl On my way I've been this way ten years to the day Ramble on I got to find the queen of all my dreams Got no time to spending grief The time has come to be gone And to' our health we drank a thousand times It's time to ramble on A-ramble on Now's the time, the time is now Sing my song I'm going 'round the world I got to find my girl On my way I've been this way ten years to the day I got to ramble on I got to find the queen of all my dreams I ain't taking no ride Mine's a tale that can't be told My freedom I hold dear How years ago in days of old When magic filled the air 'Twas in the darkest depths of Mordor I met a girl so fair But Gollum, and the evil one crept up And slipped away with her, her Her, her, her a-yeah An' ain't nothing I can do, now I guess I'll keep on Rambling, I'm gonna shake Sing my song, I'm gonna find my baby I'm gonna ramble on Sing my song, work my way, going 'round the world
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
04-28-2003, 03:22 PM | #14 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Boone, NC
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19th Nervous Breakdown, by the Rolling Stones, whenever i'm super stressed it starts running through my head.
You're the kind of person You meet at certain dismal dull affairs. Center of a crowd, talking much too loud Running up and down the stairs. Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years. And though you've tried you just can't hide Your eyes are edged with tears. You better stop Look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown. When you were a child You were treated kind But you were never brought up right. You were always spoiled with a thousand toys But still you cried all night. Your mother who neglected you Owes a million dollars tax. And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax. You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nilne-teenth nervous breakdown. Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane. Well nothing I do don't seem to work, It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please. You were still in school When you had that fool Who really messed your mind. And after that you turned your back On treating people kind. On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. But after while I realized you were disarranging mine. You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown. Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown
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"Boy, I like that echo... goes right through my head... I had that happen once, but it was chemically induced...." - Steve Earle |
04-28-2003, 04:37 PM | #15 (permalink) |
Crazy
Location: blah
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System of a Down - Shimmy Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go, Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Don't be late for school again boy I think me, I want life, I think me, I want a house and a wife, I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go, Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Don't be late for school again girl I think me, I want life, I think me, I want a house and a wife, I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. I think me, I want life, I think me, I want a house and a wife, I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. Indoctrination, of a nation, Indoctrination of a nation, Subjugation of damnation, Subjugation of damna--? Don't be late for school again boy, Don't be late for school again girl, Don't be late for school again boy, Don't be late for school again girl. ----- |
04-28-2003, 04:47 PM | #16 (permalink) |
not your typical god-fearing junkie
Location: State of Confusion
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The Velvet Underground- Pale Blue Eyes
Sometimes I feel so happy, Sometimes I feel so sad. Sometimes I feel so happy, But mostly you just make me mad. Baby, you just make me mad. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Thought of you as my mountain top, Thought of you as my peak. Thought of you as everything, I've had but couldn't keep. I've had but couldn't keep. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see, I'd put you in the mirror, I put in front of me. I put in front of me. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Skip a life completely. Stuff it in a cup. She said, Money is like us in time, It lies, but can't stand up. Down for you is up." Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. It was good what we did yesterday. And I'd do it once again. The fact that you are married, Only proves, you're my best friend. But it's truly, truly a sin. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
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04-29-2003, 08:21 AM | #17 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Boone, NC
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"Sweet Leaf," by Ozzy Osbourne
ALRIGHT NOW!! Won't you listen? When I first met you, didn't realize I can't forget you, or your suprise you introduced me to my mind And left me wanting, you and your kind Oh yeah! I love you, Oh you know it My life was empty, forever on a down Until you took me, showed me around My life is free now, my life is clear I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear Oh yeah! Come on now, try it out Straight people don't know, what you're about They put you down and shut you out you've given to me a new belief and soon the world will love you sweet leaf Oh yeah baby!
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"Boy, I like that echo... goes right through my head... I had that happen once, but it was chemically induced...." - Steve Earle |
04-29-2003, 04:39 PM | #18 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Rupp Arena
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Rivers of Avalon - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Deep insinde these sleeping shallows Far away where no one goes, now Take my place in golden space Of TV star that no one knows, now Deep, deep mystery is talking to me She's a giver of constant animation All around and ready to make a new formation You're the reason I'm in this world I don't believe in everything I see Rivers Of Avalon Your supernatural enegy Part of my scenery What I belong to is your ecstasy Rivers Of Avalon Your faith unwavering is key The clone of my own loneliness has got to fade What am I known to? Little garland and in your starling Loving waves that I've succumbed to Deep, deep mystery is talking to me She's a giver of constant adulation All around and ready to make a new formation You're the reason I'm in this world I don't believe in everything I see Rivers Of Avalon Your supernatural enegy Part of my scenery What I belong to is your ecstasy Rivers Of Avalon Your faith unwavering is key What do you see in me? Deep, deep mystery is talking to me She's a giver of constant animation All around and ready to make a new formation You're the reason I'm in this world I don't believe in everything I see Rivers Of Avalon Your supernatural enegy Part of my scenery What I belong to is your ecstasy Rivers Of Avalon Your fathom wavering is key I don't believe in everything I see Rivers Of Avalon Your supernatural enegy All that it means |
05-01-2003, 01:53 PM | #19 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
Super Moderator
Location: upstate
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ZZ Top
I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel, I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel. We're going downtown in the middle of the night We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright. Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac, I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back. They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes, They smokin' Lucky Strikes, wearing nylon too. Welcome back, we're nationwide. Yeah we bad, we're nationwide. Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford, I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered. With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed, Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made. I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Girl I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
05-01-2003, 02:32 PM | #20 (permalink) |
Psycho
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Gorgeous song, I love her voice, and 12 Stones kicks ass!
Bring Me To Life Evanescence How can you see into my eyes like open doors. Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb. Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home. (Wake me up. Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark. Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come undone. Save me. Save me from the nothing I've become.) Now that I know what I'm without you can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life. [Chorus] Bring me to life. I've been living a lie There's nothing inside. Bring me to life. Frozen inside without your touch, without your love, darling. Only you are the life among the dead. All of this sight I can't believe I couldn't see Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems. I've got to open my eyes to everything. Without a thought Without a voice Without a soul Don't let me die here There must be something wrong. Bring me to life. [Chorus] Bring me to life. I've been living a lie There's nothing inside. Bring me to life
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05-04-2003, 12:34 AM | #21 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: a van, down by the river
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Grace - Jeff Buckley
There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid to die My fading voice sings of love, but she cries to the clicking of time, Oh, time. Wait in the fire... And she weeps on my arm Walking to the bright lights in sorrow Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow Oh my love... And the rain is falling and I believe my time has come It reminds me of the pain I might leave behind... Wait in the fire And I feel them drown my name So easy to know and forget with this kiss I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow... |
05-04-2003, 03:37 AM | #22 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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Hard to believe it was 33 years ago today...
Crosby Stills Nash Young Four Dead In Ohio Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'. We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drummin'. Four dead in Ohio. Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down. Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her and Found her dead on the ground? How can you run when you know? Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her and Found her dead on the ground? How can you run when you know? Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'. We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drummin'. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio. Four dead in Ohio.
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
05-04-2003, 04:16 AM | #23 (permalink) |
Tilted
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The Velvet Underground - Oh Sweet Nuthin'!
Say a word for Jimmy Brown He ain't got nothing at all He knocked the shirt right of his back He ain't got nothing at all And say a word for Ginger Brown He walks with his head down to the ground Took the shoes right off his feet And threw the poor boy right out in the street And this is what he said: Oh, sweet nuthin' She ain't got nothing at all Oh, sweet nuthin' She ain't got nothing at all Say a word for P??? M??? She can't tell the night from the day They threw her out in the street Just like a cat she landed on her feet And say a word for ??? ??? She ain't got nothing at all With every day she falls in love And every night she falls And when she does she says: Oh, sweet nuthin' You know She ain't got nothing at all [Woe, oh] sweet nuthin' She ain't got nothing at all Oh, let me hear you (guitar solo) Oh, say a word, say a word for Jimmy Brown He ain't got nothing at all, not a thing And not a shirt, shirt on his back No, he ain't got nothing at all And say a word for Ginger He walks with his head to the ground He took the shoes, took the shoes from his feet, from his feet And threw the poor boy out into the street And then he said: Oh, sweet sweet nuthin' She ain't got, she ain't got, she ain't got nothing at all Sweet sweet sweet sweet nuthin' She ain't got Sweet Sweet nothing ... Oh, let me hear you (guitar solo) She ain't got nothing at all ... |
05-04-2003, 07:41 AM | #24 (permalink) |
green
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This song gets a lot of people all up in arms...
Slayer - Disciple Drones since the dawn of time Compelled to live your sheltered lives Not once has anyone ever seen Such a rise of pure hypocracy I'll instigate I'll free your mind I'll show you what I've known all this time God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All You know it's true God hates this place You know it's true he hates this race Homicide-Suicide Hate heals, you should try it sometime Strive for Peace with acts of war The beauty of death we all adore I have no faith distracting me I know why your prayers will never be answered God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All He Fuckin' hates me Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark Global chaos feeding on hysteria Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time I'm waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies I never said I wanted to be God's disciple I'll never be the one to blindly follow Man made virus infecting the world Self-destruct human time bomb What if there is no God would you think the fuckin' same Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith Wake the fuck up can't ignore what I say I got my own philosophy I hate everyone equally You can't tear that out of me No segregation -separation Just me in my world of enemies I never said I wanted to be God's disciple I'll never be the one to blindly follow I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple I reject this fuckin' race I despise this fuckin' place
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05-04-2003, 06:51 PM | #25 (permalink) |
The sky calls to us ...
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Rammstein-Ich will
Indented text is approximate English translation (not direct, I'm trying to convey the idea, not the text) Ich will(x8) I want (Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut (I want) I want you to trust me (Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt (I want) I want you to believe me (Ich will) Ich will eure Blicke spüren (I want) I want to feel your views (Ich will) Jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren (I want) I want to control each heartbeat (Ich will) Ich will eure Stimmen hören (I want) I want to hear your voices (Ich will) Ich will die Ruhe stören (I want) I want to disturb the peace (Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht (I want) them to see my good (Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mich versteht (I wnat) I want them to understand me (Ich will) Ich will eure Phantasie (I want) I want your fantasy (Ich will) Ich will eure Energie (I want) I want your energy (Ich will) Ich will eure Hände sehen (I wnat) I want to see your hands (Ich will) In Beifall untergehen (I want) I want your applause to quiet down Seht ihr mich? Do they see me? Versteht ihr mich? Do they understand me? Fühlt ihr mich? Do they feel me Hört ihr mich? Do they understand me? Könnt ihr mich hören? Can you hear me? (response from crowd)Wir hören dich! We hear you! Könnt ihr mich sehen? Can you see me? (response from crowd)Wir sehen dich! We see you! Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Can you feel me? (response from crowd)Wir fühlen dich! We feel you! Ich versteh euch nicht I don't understand you Könnt ihr mich hören? Can you hear me? (response from crowd)Wir hören dich! We hear you! Könnt ihr mich sehen? Can you see me? (response from crowd)Wir sehen dich! We see you! Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Can you feel me? (response from crowd)Wir fühlen dich! We feel you! Ich versteh euch nicht I don't understand you Ich will(x4) I want(x4) Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut We want your trust Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt We want you to believe us Wir wollen eure Hände sehen We want to see your hands Wir wollen in Beifall untergehen - ja We want your applause to quiet down Könnt ihr mich hören? Can you hear me? (response from crowd)Wir hören dich! We hear you! Könnt ihr mich sehen? Can you see me? (response from crowd)Wir sehen dich! We see you! Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Can you feel me? (response from crowd)Wir fühlen dich! We feel you! Ich versteh euch nicht I don't understand you Könnt ihr mich hören? Can you hear me? (response from crowd)Wir hören dich! We hear you! Könnt ihr mich sehen? Can you see me? (response from crowd)Wir sehen dich! We see you! Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Can you feel me? (response from crowd)Wir fühlen dich! We feel you! Ich versteh euch nicht I don't understand you Ich will I want Ich will I want [If anyone speaks German fluently, I'm curious to know how well I did with this. I stumbled on a couple of lines, but I think I got it about right] |
05-06-2003, 10:23 AM | #26 (permalink) |
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TIM McGRAW
"Red Rag Top" [Verse 1:] I was twenty and she was eighteen, we were just as wild as we were green, in the ways of the world she picked me up in that red rag top, we were free of the folks and hiding from the cops, on a summer night runnin' all the red lights we parked way out in a clearin'in a grove and the night was hot as a coal burnin' stove, we were cookin' the gas we were had to last In the back of that red rag top She said please don't stop [Verse 2:] Well the very first time her mother met me, her green eyed girl was a mother to be for 2 weeks I was out of a job and she was in school, life was fast and the world was cruel We were young and wild, we decided not to have a child So we did what we did and we tried to forget and we swore up and down there would be no regrets in the morning light, but on the way home that night On the back of that red rag top She said please don't stop.. lovin' me [Verse 3:] We took one more trip around the sun, It was all make believe in the end, No I can't say where she is today, I can't remember who I was, back then Well you do what you do and you pay for your sins, and there's no such thing as what might've been, that's a waste of time; drive you outta your mind I was stopped at a red light just yesterday beside a young girl in a cabriolet and her eyes were green I was in an old scene I was back in that red rag top On the day she stopped Loving me I was back in that red rag top On the day she stopped Loving me God i love that song. |
05-11-2003, 06:00 PM | #27 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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Zz Top
Pearl Necklace She's really upset with me again, I didn't give her what she likes. I don't know what to tell her, Don't know what to say. Everything got funky last night. She was really bombed, And I was really blown away, Until I asked her what she wanted, And this is what she had to say: A pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace. She gets a charge out of bein' so weird, Digs gettin' downright strange. But I can keep a handle on anything, Just this side of deranged. She was gettin' bombed, And I was gettin' blown away, And she held it in her hand And this is what she had to say: A pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace. She is so tough, as pure as the driven slush. And that's not jewelry she's talkin' 'bout, It really don't cost that much. She was gettin' bombed, And I was gettin' blown away, And she took it in her hand, And this is what she had to say: A pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace.
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
05-11-2003, 06:12 PM | #28 (permalink) |
Fluxing wildly...
Location: Auckland, New Zealand
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Nine Inch Nails - Terrible Lie
Hey god, why are you doing this to me? Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be? Why am I seething with this animosity? Hey God, I think you owe me a great big apology Terrible lie Terrible lie Terrible lie Terrible lie Hey God, I really don't know what you mean Seems like salvation comes only in our dreams I feel my hatred grow all the more extreme Hey God, Can this world really be as sad as it seems? Terrible lie Terrible lie Terrible lie Terrible lie Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to Don't take it away from me, I need someone to hold on to Don't tear it away from me, I need you to hold on to Don't tear it away from me, I need someone to hold on to Don't tear it away from me, I need you to hold on to Don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it, don't Hey God, there's nothing left for me to hide I lost my ignorance, security and pride I'm all alone in the world you must despise Hey God, I believed your promises, your promises and lies! Terrible lie Terrible lie Terrible lie Terrible lie You made me throw it all away My morals left to decay How many you betray You've taken everything Terrible lie My head is filled with disease My skin is begging you please I'm on my hands and knees I want so much to believe I give you everything.. my sweet everything.. I need someone to hold on to I need someone, I need someone I need someone to hold on to
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05-11-2003, 07:15 PM | #29 (permalink) |
Upright
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Possibly my favorite, and in my opinion, the best punk song, ever written.. ever
Dead Kennedys - "Holiday In Cambodia" So you been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer on you Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers til you starve Then your head skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need my son: Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.] And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul I Fought the Law (and I Won) Drinkin' beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how the country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had 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 Gonna write my book and make a million 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 am the law So I won
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Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers til you starve Then your head skewered on a stake |
05-12-2003, 01:48 PM | #30 (permalink) |
Stereophonic
Location: Chitown!!
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Boys Night Out - "Victor Versus The Victim"
this is the sound of tooth against bone against cheering crowds and broken homes. this is the end of my rope, so bite down...tell me how this concrete tastes and tell me for the last time that you're sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you struggle; broken, bloody and barely breathing. the truth is, there's been an autumn in me and it's been that way since may. yeah, i've hoped forever...diminishing myself with my unconscious. this is the end of the line...and my shoes, ripped and ruined from running, have finally found their final resting place at the base of your skull...and once again someone's left to clean up your mess.
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05-16-2003, 11:48 AM | #31 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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Neil Young
Lets Roll I know I said I love you, I know you know it's true, I got to put the phone down, And do what we gotta do. One's standing in the aisle way, Two more at the door, We got to get inside there, Before they kill some more. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. No time for indecision, We got to make a move, I hope that we're forgiven, For what we gotta do. How this all got started, I'll never understand, I hope someone can fly this thing, Get us back to land. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. No one has the answers, But one thing is true, You got to turn on evil, When it's comin' after you. You got to face it down, And when it tries to hide, You got to go in after it, And never be denied. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. Let's roll for freedom, Let's roll for love, Goin' after Satan, On the wings of a dove. Let's roll for justice, Let's roll for truth, Let's not let our children, Grow up fearful in their youth. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. Time is runnin' out, let's roll. Time is runnin' out, let's roll.
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
05-24-2003, 06:47 AM | #32 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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Peter Frampton
Baby I Love Your Way Shadows grow so long before my eyes And they're moving across the page Suddenly the day turns into night Far away from the city But don't hesitate 'cuz your love won't wait Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) Wanna tell you I love your way Wanna be with you night and day Moon appears to shine and light the sky With the help of some fireflies I wonder how they have the power to shine, shine, shine I can see them under the pine But don't hesitate'cuz your love won't wait Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) Wanna tell you I love your way Wanna be with you night and day But don't hesitate'cuz your love won't wait I can see the sunset in your eyes Brown and grey and blue besides Clouds are stalking islands in the sun I wish I could buy one out of season But don't hesitate'cuz your love won't wait Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) Wanna tell you I love your way Wanna be with you night and day Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) Wanna tell you I love your way Wanna be with you night and day
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
05-28-2003, 11:48 AM | #33 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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BLINDED BY THE LIGHT
(Bruce Springsteen) Manfred Mann's Earth Band Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, spit in the air, turned around, asked wich was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until night, and then boy you're on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he'd figured he'd be all right He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that's where the fun is
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
05-28-2003, 12:08 PM | #34 (permalink) |
Who You Crappin?
Location: Everywhere and Nowhere
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Saddest song by someone you never heard of. If I die before I get old, I want someone to perform it at my funeral:
"Adam McCarthy" - Ralph Covert Lit a cigarette and smiled, alone in the kitchen It's all been more trouble than it's worth for Adam McCarthy Made a long-distance call, talked for an hour Dying at 33...Adam McCarthy And what about growing old, getting drunk, getting mad at your lover? What about making time for yourself? What have I done to deserve watching a friend waste away? And what about waking up, feeling good, acting like you're immortal? What about having a moment to lose? And what about having a place in the world? The doctor says "Hope, hope is the answer." But he means that he's run out of tricks for Adam McCarthy So I sat by his bed while he showed me his pictures The candles, the cake, and the two sunken eyes of Adam McCarthy And what about growing old, getting drunk, getting mad at your lover? What about making time for yourself? What have I done to deserve watching a friend waste away? And what about waking up, feeling good, acting like you're immortal? What about having a moment to lose? And what about having a place in the world? And I wanted to cry But I could see he was hungry for laughter And I wanted to say that I understood But how can you lie to a friend? He smiled and said "Do you want to get high? It's not like it's gonna kill me. I'm almost as dead as I'll get." said Adam McCarthy So we stared into space, lost in our own worlds And I said I'd come back when I could, but I never did make it And what about growing old, getting drunk, getting mad at your lover? What about making time for yourself? What have I done to deserve watching a friend waste away? And what about waking up, feeling good, acting like you're immortal? What about having a moment to lose? And what about having a place in the world? What about Adam McCarthy?
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05-28-2003, 06:58 PM | #35 (permalink) |
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One of my Favorite Songs ever....
You're All I Need...Motley Crew The blade of my knife Faced away from your heart Those last few nights It turned and sliced you apart This love that I tell Now feels lonely as hell From this padded prison cell So many times I said You'd only be mine I gave my blood and my tears And loved you cyanide When you took my lips I took your breath Sometimes love's better off dead You're all I need, make you only mine I loved you so I set you free I had to take your life You're all I need, you're all I need And I loved you but you didn't love me Laid out cold Now we're both alone But killing you helped me keep you home I guess it was bad Cause love can be sad But we finally made the news Tied up smiling I thought you were happy Never opened your eyes I thought you were napping I got so much to learn About love in this world But we finally made the news You're all I need, make you only mine I loved you so, so I put you to sleep.
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05-29-2003, 05:33 PM | #36 (permalink) |
Crazy
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White Punks On Dope
the tubes Teenage had a race for the night time Spent my cash on every high I could find Wasted time in every school in L.A. Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say We're white punks on dope Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood Hang myself when I get enough rope Can't clean up, though I know I should White punks on dope White punks on dope Other dudes are living in the ghetto But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto We're white punks on dope Mom & Dad live in Hollywood Hang myself when I get enough rope I can't clean up, though I know I should White punks on dope White punks on dope I go crazy 'cause my folks are so fucking rich Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch Sounds real classy, living in a chateau So lonely, all the other kids will never know We're white punks on dope Mom & Dad live in Hollywood Hang myself when I get enough rope Can't clean up, though I know I should White punks on dope White punks on dope
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06-05-2003, 03:28 AM | #37 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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Horse latitudes
The Doors When the still sea conspires an armor And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters True sailing is dead Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
06-06-2003, 10:30 PM | #38 (permalink) |
This Space For Rent
Location: Davenport, Iowa
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Pink floyd
"Childhood's End" off of the album Obscured By Clouds You shout in your sleep. Perhaps the price is just too stepp. Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test? You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart. Just one man beneath the sky, Just two ears, just two eyes. You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories. Childhood's end, Your fantasies merge with harsh realities. And then as the sail is hoist, You find your eyes are growing moist. All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice. Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why? Some are born; Some men die beneath one infinite sky. There'll be war, there'll be peace. But everything one day will cease. All the iron turned to rust; All the proud men turned to dust. And so all things, time will mend. So this song will end. |
06-07-2003, 11:11 AM | #39 (permalink) |
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Pink Floyd rules thats a great song!
Michelle Branch - Something to Sleep to She's his yellow brick road Leading him on And letting him go as far as she lets him go Going down to nowhere She puts on her make-up The same way she did yesterday Hoping everything's the same But everything has changed In my mind Everything we did was right Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night He wakes up to the sound So scared that she's leaving He wishes she were still asleep next to him Hoping she will change You give me something to sleep to And all I know is You give me something to dream to when I'm all alone and blue Don't leave me now Don't leave me now Don't leave me now Don't leave me now Don't leave me now Don't leave me now Don't leave me now Don't leave me now |
06-08-2003, 04:27 PM | #40 (permalink) |
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ACDC
Thunderstruck Thunder, Thunder Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (thunder) I looked round And I knew there was no turning back (thunder) My mind raced And I thought what could I do (thunder) And I knew There was no help from you (thunder) Sound of the drums Beating in my heart The thunder of guns Tore me apart You've been - thunderstruck Went down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah Texas And we had some fun We met some girls Some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? Yeah the ladies were too kind You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck, thunderstruck Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? (solo) Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck, thunderstruck Said yeah, it's alright We're doing fine Yeah, it's alright We're doing fine (So fine) Thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck Thunderstruck Yeah, thunderstruck Thunderstruck Thunderstruck Thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck
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