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  • Theo
    HAL 9000
    • May 2001
    • 34515

    #1

    Post your favourite lyrics!

    ok,i go first
    one of my favourite songs

    Lynyrd Skynyrd
    Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
    Simple Man

    Mama told me when I was young
    Come sit beside me, my only son
    And listen closely to what I say.
    And if you do this
    It will help you some sunny day.
    Take your time... Don't live too fast,
    Troubles will come and they will pass.
    Go find a woman and you'll find love,
    And don't forget son,
    There is someone up above.

    (Chorus)
    And be a simple kind of man.
    Be something you love and understand.
    Be a simple kind of man.
    Won't you do this for me son,
    If you can?

    Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
    All that you need is in your soul,
    And you can do this if you try.
    All that I want for you my son,
    Is to be satisfied.

    (Chorus)

    Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
    Follow you heart and nothing else.
    And you can do this if you try.
    All I want for you my son,
    Is to be satisfied.

    (Chorus)
  • Dopy
    Confirmed User
    • Feb 2001
    • 1572

    #2
    Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
    You fritter and waste howes in an off hand way
    Kicking around on a piece of ground in you home town
    Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

    Tired of lying in the sunshine staging home to watch the rain
    You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
    And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
    No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun

    And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
    And racing around to come up behind you again
    The sun is the same in the relative way but you're older
    Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

    Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the Time
    Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbler lines
    Flanging on in quiet desperation in the English way
    The Time is gone the song is over though I'd something more to say

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    • Jamdin
      Registered User
      • Jan 2001
      • 3560

      #3
      I have too many favorite songs to list but my all time favorite is the song(s) from "Run, Simon, Run" at http://www.angelfire.com/ks/dreamrealm/runsimonrun.html

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      • Bake
        Confirmed User
        • Jan 2001
        • 5919

        #4
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        • Theo
          HAL 9000
          • May 2001
          • 34515

          #5
          i'm glad we have a doors fan here

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          • corvette
            Confirmed User
            • Oct 2001
            • 7880

            #6
            Tall and tan
            and young and lovely
            the girl from Ipanema
            goes walking
            and when she passes
            each one she passes
            goes ahhh

            When she walks
            she's like a samba
            that swings so cool
            and sways so gently
            that when she passes
            each one she passes
            goes ahhh

            Oh, but he watches so sadly
            How can he tell her he loves her
            Yes, he would give his heart gladly
            but each day when she walks to the sea
            she looks straight ahead not at he

            Tall and tan
            and young and lovely
            the girl from Ipanema
            goes walking
            and when she passes
            he smiles but she doesn't see
            she just doesn't see
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            • corvette
              Confirmed User
              • Oct 2001
              • 7880

              #7
              Originally posted by Dopy:
              Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
              You fritter and waste howes in an off hand way
              Kicking around on a piece of ground in you home town
              Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

              Tired of lying in the sunshine staging home to watch the rain
              You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
              And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
              No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun

              And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
              And racing around to come up behind you again
              The sun is the same in the relative way but you're older
              Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

              Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the Time
              Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbler lines
              Flanging on in quiet desperation in the English way
              The Time is gone the song is over though I'd something more to say


              Good choice...Great lyrics

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              • hottshot
                Confirmed User
                • Feb 2001
                • 900

                #8
                Led Zeppelin
                Stairway To Heaven

                There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
                And she's buying a stairway to heaven
                When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
                With a word she can get what she came for

                Ooh - ooh
                And she's buying a stairway to heaven

                There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
                'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
                In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
                Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

                Ooh, it makes me wonder
                Ooh, it makes me wonder

                There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
                And my spirit is crying for leaving
                In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
                And the voices of those who standing looking

                Ooh, it makes me wonder
                Ooh, it really makes me wonder

                And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
                Then the piper will lead us to reason
                And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
                And the forests will echo with laughter

                Oh oh oh oh oh oh

                If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
                It's just a spring clean for the May queen
                Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
                There's still time to change the road you're on

                And it makes me wonder, Oh, oh, oh

                Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
                The piper's calling you to join him
                Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow and did you know
                Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

                And as we wind on down the road
                Our shadows taller than our soul
                There walks a lady we all know
                Who shines white light and wants to show
                How everything still turns to gold
                And if you listen very hard
                The tune will come to you at last
                When all are one and one is all, yeah
                To be a rock and not to roll

                And she's buying a stairway to heaven



                [This message has been edited by hottshot (edited 10-27-2001).]
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                • Amputate Your Head
                  There can be only one
                  • Aug 2001
                  • 39075

                  #9
                  I got somethin' to say
                  I killed your baby today
                  and it
                  Doesn't matter much to me
                  As long as it's dead.

                  I got somethin' to say
                  I raped your mother today
                  and it
                  Doesn't matter much to me
                  As long as she's spread.

                  Ooh lovely death
                  Just waiting for your breath
                  Come, sweet death, one last caress
                  SIG TOO BIG

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                  • Roberto
                    Confirmed User
                    • Oct 2001
                    • 1459

                    #10
                    not only the lyrics but the music/lyrics for:

                    sad:
                    creep - stone temple pilots

                    Forward yesterday makes me wanna stay
                    what they said was real makes me wanna steal
                    livin' under house guess I'm living I'm a mouse
                    all's I gots is time got no meaning, just a rhyme

                    take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal
                    take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to steal

                    I'm half the man I used to be
                    this I feel as the dawn it fades to gray

                    feelin' uninspired think I'll start a fire everybody run bobby's got a gun
                    think you're kinda neat then she tells meI'm a creep
                    friends don't mean a thing guess I'll leave it up to me

                    take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal
                    take time with a wounded hand cause it likes to steal

                    I'm half the man I used to be
                    this I feel as the dawn it fades to gray


                    happy:

                    Get It Together - Beastie Boys


                    1-2 1-2 Keep It On
                    Listen To The Shit Because We Kick It Until Dawn
                    Listen To The Abstract Got It Going On
                    Listen To The Ladies Come On And Let Me Spawn
                    All Your Eggs Then You You Go Up The River
                    Listen To The Abstract That Freaky ******
                    I'm Ad Rock And I Shock And I Tick And I Tock
                    And I Can't Stop With The Body Rock
                    See I've Got Heart Like John Starks
                    Hitting Mad Sparks
                    Pass Me The Mic
                    And I'll Be Rocking The Whole Park
                    I'm The M To The C To The A And It's A Must
                    The Rhymes That We Bust On The Topic On Lust
                    And My Moms Is Not Butt, But Fuck It
                    Let Me Get Down To The Rhythm
                    Yes I'm Getting Funky And I'm Shooting All My Jism
                    Like John Holmes, The X-rated ******
                    Listen To The Shit 'Cause I'm The Ill Figure
                    Nobody's Getting Any Bigger Than This


                    Ad Rock Down With The Ione
                    Listen To The Shit Because Both Of Them Is Boney
                    Got To Do It Like This Like Chachi And Joanie
                    Because She's The Cheese And I'm The Macaroni
                    So Why All The Fight And Why All The Fuss
                    Becasue I Ain't Got No Dust
                    Yea, You Know I'm Getting Silly
                    I've Got A Grandma Hazel And A Grandma Tilly
                    Grand Royalprez And I'm Also A Member
                    Born On The Cusp In The Month Of November
                    I Do The Patty Duke In Case You Don't Remember
                    Well, I Freak A Funky Beat Like The Shit Was In A Blender
                    Well, I'm Long Gone Word Is Born
                    Don't Need A Mother Fucking Fool Telling Me Right From Wrong
                    I Don't Think I'm Slick Nor Do I Play Like I'm Hard
                    But I Shall Drive The Lane Like I Was Evan Bernhard
                    And I've Working On My Game Because Life Is Taxing
                    Got To Get It Together And See What's Happening


                    I Go One Two Like My Name Was Biz Mark
                    But I Had To Do The Shit Just Let Me Embark
                    On The Lyric And The Noun And The Verb
                    Let's Kick The Shit Off 'Cause Yo, I'm Not The Herb
                    Well, It's Not The Herb But The Spice With The Flavor To Spare
                    Tho Moog With The Funk For Your Derriere
                    While We're On That Topic, Yes I Like To Mention
                    When It Comes To Boning I'm Representing
                    Spacing, Zoning, Talkin' On The Phone And
                    My Brain Is Roaming And I Don't Know Where It's Going
                    Talking Lots Of Shit A Little Tweaking On The Weekend
                    I've Got To Get Him By The Reigns Because I Know That I'm Freaking
                    Well, I'm A Funky Skull And I'm A Scorpio
                    And When I Get My Flow I'm Dr On The Go
                    So Q-tip, What You On The Mic For
                    Because I Had To Talk About The Times That I Rhyme
                    And When M.C.S Come In My Face, I'm Like Mace
                    Because I Back Them Off With The Quills
                    ****** 'Cause I Tell You, ****** 'Cause I'll Keep You Under Prills
                    Resting On Nine One One Sixteenth Ave Off The Farmes Boulevard
                    I'm From Manhattan M.C.A.'s From Brooklyn
                    Yea, M.C.A., Your Shit Be Cooking
                    Praying Mantis On The Court And I Can't Be Beat
                    So, Yo Tip, What's Up With The Boot On Your Feet
                    I've Got The Timbos On The Toes And This Is How It Goes
                    Oh One Two, Oh My God
                    One Two, Oh My God, I've Got Some Shit
                    I've Got The Kung Fu Grip Behind My Green Trap Kit
                    Never Ever Ever Smoking Crack
                    Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack
                    I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters
                    Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later
                    Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin' Rhyme For Real
                    But, Yo Technically I'm As Hard As Steel
                    Gonna Get It Together, Watch It, Gonna Get It Together Ma Bell
                    I'm Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications


                    [This message has been edited by Roberto (edited 10-27-2001).]
                    i'm a legend in my spare time.

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                    • Wilber
                      Confirmed User
                      • May 2001
                      • 1295

                      #11
                      Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
                      What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
                      Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
                      O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
                      And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
                      Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
                      Oh, say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
                      O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
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                      • brav
                        Confirmed User
                        • Oct 2001
                        • 211

                        #12


                        I dance with the dead in my dreams
                        Listen to the hollowed screams
                        The dead have taken my soul
                        Temptations, loss of control

                        or


                        Counting on nothing, The numbers get higher.
                        Blinded by reason, You're asleep at the wheel.
                        Confused understanding.
                        With a slip for the hold, Squeeze past the pressure, You're asleep at the wheel.
                        A magical moment, is it too much of a good thing.
                        Recycled in memory, was it too much of a good thing.
                        Preserved in its danger, You're asleep at the wheel.
                        Blank stare and a whisper,
                        I thought you'd be different.

                        or

                        Here I sit and watch my world come crumbling down
                        I cry for help, no-ones around
                        Silently screaming as I bang my head against the wall
                        It seems like no-one cares at all
                        Always an emotion, But how can I explain-
                        I can't explain
                        Kinda like the scent of a rose, with words I can't explain - the same with my pain
                        Caught up in emotion, goes over my head-
                        sometimes I got to think to myself is this life or death, am I living or am I dead
                        The clock keeps ticking, But nothing else seems to change
                        Problems never solved just re-arranged
                        And when I think about all the times that I've had, some were good - most were bad
                        I search for personality and look for things I cannot see
                        Love and Peace flash through my mind, Pain and hate were all I find
                        Find no hope in nothing new - never had a dream come true - lies and hate and agony
                        thru my eyes that's all I see
                        If I'm gonna cry - will you wipe away my tears
                        If I'm gonna die - Lord please take away my fear
                        Before I drown in sorrow - Last thing that I'll say
                        How will I laugh tomorrow - If I can't even smile today.


                        HOW WILL I LAUGH TOMORROW - IF I CAN'T EVEN SMILE TODAY

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                        • corvette
                          Confirmed User
                          • Oct 2001
                          • 7880

                          #13
                          Originally posted by Amputate Your Head:
                          I got somethin' to say
                          I killed your baby today
                          and it
                          Doesn't matter much to me
                          As long as it's dead.

                          I got somethin' to say
                          I raped your mother today
                          and it
                          Doesn't matter much to me
                          As long as she's spread.

                          Ooh lovely death
                          Just waiting for your breath
                          Come, sweet death, one last caress

                          Amp, is that your own?
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                          • rhizome
                            Confirmed User
                            • Jan 2001
                            • 788

                            #14
                            Hey Jack, what's happenin'?
                            I was a car hop
                            You were into be-bop
                            You sang
                            do wop diddy wop
                            diddy wop doo
                            All of them changes you put me through

                            If I could go back again
                            Well I know I'd never let you go
                            Back with all of my friends
                            To that wonderful

                            *'65 Love Affair
                            We wasn't gettin' nowhere
                            But we didn't care
                            It was a crazy '65 Love Affair
                            Rock 'n' roll was simple and clear
                            Oh, I still can hear
                            I can hear it baby

                            Well I asked you like a dum-dum
                            You were bad with your pom-poms
                            You said ooh wah go team
                            ooh wah goOoh-ee
                            baby I want you to know

                            If I could go back in time
                            Well, I know somehow you'd still be mine
                            I wouldn't be so blind
                            To that wonderful

                            '65 Love Affair
                            When rock 'n' roll was simple and clear
                            Oh, I still can hear
                            I can hear it baby

                            Well, I tried to make you give in
                            One night at the drive-in
                            You said oh no baby, oh no woo
                            All of them changes you put me through

                            If I could go back in time
                            Well, I know somehow you'd still be mine
                            I wouldn't be so blind
                            To that wonderful

                            Chorus

                            We sang doo wop diddy wop diddy wop doo
                            Doo wop diddy wop diddy wop doo

                            Oh, I don't know.
                            Well, rumor around town says
                            you think you might be heading down to the shore.
                            Uh, yeah, I think I'm goin' down to the shore.
                            Whatcha gonna do down there?
                            Uh, I don't know, play some video games,
                            buy some Def Leppard t-shirts.
                            Hey, don't forget to get your Motley Crue t-shirt,
                            y'know, all proceeds go
                            to get their lead singer out of jail.
                            Uh huh.Hey, you gonna check out the sand bar
                            while you're there?
                            Uh, what's the Sand Bar?
                            Oh, it's this place that lets
                            sixteen year-old kids drink.
                            Oh, cool.Y'know who's gonna be there?
                            Uh, who?My favorite cover band,
                            Crystal Shit.
                            Oh.Yeah, they do a Doors show,
                            you'd be really impressed,
                            in fact, it goes a little like this:

                            Love me two times baby
                            Love me twice today
                            Love me two times girl
                            Cause I got AIDS
                            Love me two times baby,
                            once for tomorrow,
                            once cause I got AIDS

                            Wow, Pretty good Jim Morrison
                            impersonation there.
                            Yeah, I hope those guys
                            have a good sense of humor
                            and don't take us to court.
                            Uh, what's the court?
                            Never mind that,
                            Oh, you mean like the People's Court?
                            Well, that's another story;
                            the important thing here is
                            you gotta ask me how
                            I'm gonna get down to the shore.
                            Uh, how you gonna get down to the shore?
                            Funny you should ask,
                            I've got a car now.
                            Oh wow, how'd you get a car?
                            Oh, my parents drove it up here from the Bahamas.
                            You're kidding!
                            I must be, the Bahamas are islands,
                            okay, the important thing now,
                            is that you ask me what kind of car I have.
                            Uh, what kinda car do ya got?
                            I've got aBITCHIN CAMARO!.....

                            BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO,
                            Now it's in all the papers
                            My folks bought me a BITCHIN CAMARO
                            with no insurance to match;
                            So if you happen to run me down,
                            please don't leave a scratch.
                            I ran over some old lady
                            one night at the county fair;
                            And I didn't get arrested,
                            because my dad's the mayor.
                            BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                            Doughnuts on your lawn
                            BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                            Tony Orlando and Dawn
                            When I drive past the kids,
                            they all spit and cuss,
                            Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO
                            and they have to ride the bus.
                            So you'd better get out of my way,
                            when I run through your yard;
                            Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO;
                            And an Exxon credit card.
                            BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                            Hey, man where ya headed?
                            BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                            I drive on unleaded.

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                            • rhizome
                              Confirmed User
                              • Jan 2001
                              • 788

                              #15
                              Nice to see some Misfits and Suicidal Tendencies pop up in this thread - who said 80's music sucked? hehe

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                              • Rod
                                Confirmed User
                                • Mar 2001
                                • 1243

                                #16
                                Ok check this out
                                It aint impossible, it aint easy
                                Opportunity shifting here
                                So far the strategy aint working the facts are in it's so very clear
                                I do what I want I can't predict the future
                                And those who can I know that they are lying
                                I know the truth can be hard to swallow
                                A soap opera world leaders are crying

                                Correction I need no direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time
                                I spend my whole life searching for direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time

                                You can burn a book if you don't like the answers
                                Or join forces with an AXL grind
                                USA protecting your cancers
                                A list if hatred is easy to find
                                Well there's a growing sentiment in America
                                If you listen closely you can hear them all
                                Right is right wrong is wrong and evil
                                Consider it bad behavior

                                Correction I need no direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time
                                I spend my whole life searching for direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time

                                Bad generation polarize view
                                No one leaves home to go and help you
                                Watch CNN and then you know
                                US bombs come down, what you gonna do
                                Boom boom boom look around
                                There's no more roof no more house, no street, no town, shot down
                                Burnt black and brown
                                electrical meltdown
                                You'll hear the sound of the U.S. bomb all around
                                Ah it's a shake down
                                It's a break down
                                Atomic shutdown

                                And then you know!!!!!!

                                Correction I need no direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time
                                I spend my whole life searching for direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time

                                Correction I need no direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time
                                I spend my whole life searching for direction
                                Oh let me go just one last time
                                One last time....

                                ======
                                Anyone knows that song?

                                ------------------
                                woohoo!

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                                • Roberto
                                  Confirmed User
                                  • Oct 2001
                                  • 1459

                                  #17
                                  whatever if it's amp's or not that would be a goddamn powerful 30 sec punk rock lyrics, or he's describing a cannibal corpse cd cover.
                                  i'm a legend in my spare time.

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                                  • hottshot
                                    Confirmed User
                                    • Feb 2001
                                    • 900

                                    #18
                                    Originally posted by corvett:

                                    Amp, is that your own?
                                    LAST CARESS / GREEN HELL
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                                    • Roberto
                                      Confirmed User
                                      • Oct 2001
                                      • 1459

                                      #19
                                      damn suicidal tendencies, got to search for runaway and gotta kill captain stupid, anyone remembers the name of that record?
                                      i'm a legend in my spare time.

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                                      • Gary
                                        Confirmed User
                                        • Aug 2001
                                        • 6110

                                        #20
                                        Amp = suicidal tendencies fan

                                        80's rock!

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                                        • rhizome
                                          Confirmed User
                                          • Jan 2001
                                          • 788

                                          #21
                                          I don't like the name tag between your toes.
                                          I don't like the snot running out of your nose.
                                          I don't like the stains on your pantyhose - just your cold stiff body
                                          when I
                                          hold you close.
                                          I love rigor mortis when it just sets in.
                                          I know where you're goin' I don't care where you've been.
                                          A pillow in a coffin's just as good as a bed and baby how I love it when
                                          you
                                          fuck me dead.
                                          Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
                                          Every new girl's another three day affair.
                                          I got to be gentle not to pull out your hair.
                                          It really doesn't matter if she's gray haired and old.
                                          It really doesn't matter if she's too young and cold.
                                          Smiling in emergency a drag your O.K.
                                          I'd rather make it with you when you're DOA.
                                          Lying there stiff when it's time to play.
                                          I can't wait till the undertaker goes away.
                                          Hanging upside down when you're getting drained.
                                          S&M pleasure on the wall when you're chained.
                                          When you splatter love juices still remain and baby how I love you when
                                          you
                                          fuck me dead.
                                          Baby I love it when you fuck me dead.
                                          Baby, baby, I'll hold you close.
                                          Quick, quick before you decompose.
                                          Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
                                          Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
                                          Baby how I love it when you fuck.

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                                          • Rod
                                            Confirmed User
                                            • Mar 2001
                                            • 1243

                                            #22
                                            amp: you like punk rock?

                                            ------------------
                                            woohoo!

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                                            • rhizome
                                              Confirmed User
                                              • Jan 2001
                                              • 788

                                              #23
                                              yes that's right, punk is dead it's just another cheap product for the consumers head bubblegum rock on plastic transistors schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters cbs promote the clash ain't for revolution, it's just for cash punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be ain't got a thing to do with your or me movements are systems and systems kill movements are expressions of the public will punk became a movement cos we all felt lost leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost punk narcissism was a social napalm steve jones started doing real harm preaching revolution, anarchy and change sucked from the system that had given him his name well i'm tired of staring through shit stained glass tired of staring up a superstars arse i've got an arse and crap and a name i'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame steven jones, you're napalm if you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm? patti smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand but it's rimbaud's arm and me, yes, i, do i want to burn? is there something i can learn? do i need a business man to promote my angle can i resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle i see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear the social elite with safetypins in their ear i watch and understand that it don't mean a thing the scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting punk is dead. punk is dead. punk is dead.

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                                              • kittykat69
                                                Confirmed User
                                                • Sep 2001
                                                • 695

                                                #24
                                                IN MY LIFE - The Beatles
                                                -----------

                                                There are places I remember
                                                In my life though some have changed,
                                                Some forever not for better,
                                                Some have gone and some remain.

                                                All these places had their moments,
                                                With lovers and friends I still can recall,
                                                Some are dead and some are living,
                                                In my life I've loved them all.

                                                But of all these friends and lovers,
                                                There is no one compares with you,
                                                And these mem'ries lose their meaning,
                                                When I think of love as something new.

                                                Though I know I'll never lose affection
                                                For people and things that went before,
                                                I know I'll often stop and think about them,
                                                In my life I love you more.

                                                Though I know I'll never lose affection
                                                For people and things that went before,
                                                I know I'll often stop and think about them,
                                                In my life I love you more.

                                                In my life
                                                I love you more.


                                                (this song is even sadder when performed by Sean Connery as spoken word. - It's on a tribute to George Martin Album entitled "In My Life" I heard this song right after my best friend died of a heroin overdose, a lot of friends have died since and that's why this song had really stuck with me)

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                                                • hottshot
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                                                  #25
                                                  Wasn't it The Art of Rebellion ?

                                                  Originally posted by Roberto:
                                                  damn suicidal tendencies, got to search for runaway and gotta kill captain stupid, anyone remembers the name of that record?
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                                                  • Roberto
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                                                    • Oct 2001
                                                    • 1459

                                                    #26
                                                    Originally posted by hottshot:
                                                    Wasn't it The Art of Rebellion ?
                                                    yes! now i wonder if amazon sells it :\ i won't find that at any record shop near.
                                                    i'm a legend in my spare time.

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                                                    • Amputate Your Head
                                                      There can be only one
                                                      • Aug 2001
                                                      • 39075

                                                      #27
                                                      Originally posted by corvett:
                                                      Amp, is that your own?
                                                      Original: Misfits
                                                      Rerevisited: Metallica

                                                      Garage Days Rerevisited / Metallica
                                                      "Last Caress/Green Hell"

                                                      (and here's Green Hell)

                                                      Here in this place is the lies the genie of death.
                                                      Touch it, see it, Oh.
                                                      Here in this place is the means to your end
                                                      Touch it, feel it, Green Hell

                                                      You did your best as someone could
                                                      I bet you never knew you would
                                                      And did you run away from it
                                                      I bet you thought you were really good.

                                                      We`re gonna burn in hell- Green Hell
                                                      Like every hell but kind of green- Green Hell, green hell
                                                      Try let me get back up there- green hell, green hell
                                                      Feel it burning in your cereal- green hell, green hell
                                                      Throw your fuckin friends inside- green hell, green hell
                                                      Gotta fuckin pay and you must stay- green hell
                                                      Cannot forget about the best- green hell, green hell
                                                      Hell is reigning in your blood, green hell, green hell
                                                      Gotta burn it all- Green hell

                                                      You did your best as someone could
                                                      I bet you never knew you would
                                                      And did you run away from me
                                                      I bet you think they were really good.

                                                      Here in this place lies the genie of death
                                                      Touch it, see it
                                                      Here in this place sister won`t let it in.
                                                      Touch it, feel it, green hell

                                                      You did your best as someone could
                                                      I bet you never knew you would
                                                      Did you run away from it?
                                                      I bet you thought you thought you were really good
                                                      You`ve come to this as someone told
                                                      I bet you never knew you would
                                                      Gonna bring green hell
                                                      Green hell

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                                                      • brav
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                                                        • 211

                                                        #28
                                                        Originally posted by Roberto:
                                                        damn suicidal tendencies, got to search for runaway and gotta kill captain stupid, anyone remembers the name of that record?
                                                        Captain stupid is on "Art of rebellion" , "Primal cuts" and a couple others...

                                                        Just cause you don't understand what's going on don't mean it don't make no sense, and just cause you don't like it don't mean it ain't no good, and let me tell you somethin before you go takin a walk in my world you better take a look in the real world cause this ain't no Mr. Rogers neighorhood.
                                                        Can you say "Feel like dhit"?
                                                        yea maybe sometimes I do feel like shit I ain't happy about it but I'd rather feel like shit than to be full of shit.
                                                        And if I offended you, Oh I'm sorry but maybe you needed to be offended but heres my apology and one more thing......

                                                        FUCK YOU!
                                                        'Cause you can't bring me down

                                                        Who the hell you calling crazy?
                                                        You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson was eating fruit loops on your front porch.


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                                                        • Roberto
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                                                          • Oct 2001
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                                                          #29
                                                          yup amazon's got the art of rebellion monopoly on sorrow, that's a masterpiece i have completely forgot of.
                                                          that record was the only thing into my walkman for months in 92/93

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                                                          • brav
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                                                            • 211

                                                            #30
                                                            Nightmare, the persecution
                                                            A childs dream of death
                                                            Torment, ill forgotten
                                                            A soul that will never rest...
                                                            Guidance, it means nothing
                                                            In a world of brutal time
                                                            Electric, circus, wild
                                                            Deep in the infants mind

                                                            Silent scream
                                                            Bury the unwanted child
                                                            Beaten and torn
                                                            Sacrifice the unborn

                                                            Shattered, adolescent
                                                            Bearer of no name
                                                            Restrained, insane games
                                                            Suffer the children condemned
                                                            Scattered, remnants of life
                                                            Murder a time to die
                                                            Pain, sufferaged toy
                                                            Life's little fragments destroyed

                                                            Silent scream
                                                            Crucify the bastard son
                                                            Beaten and torn
                                                            Sanctify lives of scorn

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                                                            • SykkBoy2
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                                                              • Feb 2001
                                                              • 19969

                                                              #31
                                                              wow, suicidal, slayer and misfits, who'd of thunk it? )

                                                              my favorite line, that sent a chill up my spine upon firt listen is from the Slayer song "Angel Of Death" (btw, my band used to cover that song and I can still do the Araya scream )) I love the part "Wings of pain, reach out for you..."
                                                              =====================
                                                              Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
                                                              The why that I want you to die
                                                              Slow death, immense decay
                                                              Showers that cleanse you of your life
                                                              Forced in like cattle you run
                                                              Stripped of your life's worth
                                                              Human mice, for the Angel of Death
                                                              Four hundred thousand more to die

                                                              Angel of Death
                                                              Monarch to the kingdom of the dead

                                                              Sadistic, surgeon of demise
                                                              Sadist of the noblest blood

                                                              Destroying, without mercy
                                                              To benefit the Aryan race

                                                              Surgery, with no anesthesia
                                                              Feel his knife pierce you intensely
                                                              Inferior, no use to mankind
                                                              Strapped down screaming out to die

                                                              Angel of Death
                                                              Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
                                                              Infamous butcher, Angel of Death

                                                              Pumping fluid, inside your brain
                                                              Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
                                                              Burning flesh drips away
                                                              Test of heat burns your skin
                                                              Your mind starts to boil
                                                              Frigid cold, cracking limbs
                                                              How long can you lastin this frozen water burial?
                                                              Sewn together and joining heads
                                                              Just a matter of time
                                                              'Til you rip yourselves apart
                                                              Millions laid out in their crowded tombs
                                                              Sickening ways to achievethe holocaust

                                                              Seas of blood and buried life
                                                              Smell your death as it burns deep inside of you
                                                              Abacinate, eyes that bleed
                                                              Praying for the end of your wide awake nightmare
                                                              Wings of pain reach out for you
                                                              His face of death staring down
                                                              Your blood running cold
                                                              Injecting cellsinto dying eyes
                                                              Feeding on the screams of the mutants he's creating
                                                              Pathetic harmless victims left to die
                                                              Rancid Angel of Death flying free

                                                              Angel of Death
                                                              Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
                                                              Infamous butcher,
                                                              Angel of Death

                                                              Angel of Death!!!!!


                                                              I should probably check those lyrics, hehehe, those are from memory and sure I forgot something....

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                                                              • tenletters
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                                                                #32

                                                                When I was a child
                                                                I caught a fleeting glimpse
                                                                Out of the corner of my eye
                                                                I turned to look but it was gone
                                                                I cannot put my finger on it now
                                                                The child is grown,
                                                                The dream is gone
                                                                I have become comfortably numb

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                                                                • Yas
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                                                                  • Oct 2001
                                                                  • 33

                                                                  #33
                                                                  Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg w/ Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Warren G
                                                                  Album: Doggystyle
                                                                  Song: Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)

                                                                  Intro:

                                                                  You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
                                                                  On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
                                                                  And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
                                                                  A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
                                                                  here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that
                                                                  slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

                                                                  Verse One: Nate Dogg

                                                                  When I met you last night baby
                                                                  Before you opened up your gap
                                                                  I had respect for ya lady
                                                                  But now I take it all back
                                                                  Cause you gave me all your pussy
                                                                  And ya even licked my balls
                                                                  Leave your number on the cabinet
                                                                  And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call
                                                                  Next time I'm feelin kinda horny
                                                                  You can come on over, and I'll break you off
                                                                  And if you can't fuck, that day, baby
                                                                  Just lay back, and open your mouth
                                                                  Cause I have never
                                                                  met a girl
                                                                  That I love
                                                                  in the whole wide world

                                                                  Verse Two: Kurupt

                                                                  Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
                                                                  I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
                                                                  I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me
                                                                  Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
                                                                  I have no love for hoes
                                                                  That's somethin I learned in the pound
                                                                  so how the fuck am I supposed
                                                                  to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
                                                                  I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times
                                                                  And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
                                                                  Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
                                                                  Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
                                                                  And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
                                                                  i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
                                                                  Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
                                                                  Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

                                                                  Chorus: (repeat 4X)

                                                                  It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

                                                                  Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

                                                                  Guess who back in the motherfuckin house
                                                                  With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
                                                                  Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
                                                                  Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
                                                                  What you gon do? You really don't know
                                                                  So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe
                                                                  Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
                                                                  Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip
                                                                  Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
                                                                  How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop
                                                                  Doggy, I'm all the above
                                                                  I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
                                                                  But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
                                                                  Cause you know I don't love em

                                                                  Verse Four: Warren G

                                                                  Whoa!
                                                                  Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
                                                                  One for the money, two for the btiches
                                                                  Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
                                                                  In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact
                                                                  With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
                                                                  So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get
                                                                  off your knees and then start jugglin
                                                                  these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
                                                                  It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout
                                                                  Whoo!

                                                                  Chorus

                                                                  Yeah biatch Snoop Dogg Rulez

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                                                                  • brav
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                                                                    • 211

                                                                    #34
                                                                    Come walk with me through endless time
                                                                    See what has been and what the future sees
                                                                    Share the wisdom of the old world that has past
                                                                    Step in a life that's yet to be born

                                                                    You spill the blood
                                                                    Eternal soul

                                                                    I'll show you sites that you would not believe
                                                                    Experience pleasure thought unobtained
                                                                    At one with evil that has ruled before
                                                                    Now smells the stench of immortality

                                                                    Spill your blood let it run on to me
                                                                    Take my hand and let go of your life
                                                                    Close your eyes and see what is me
                                                                    Raise the chalice, embrace for evermore

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                                                                    • SykkBoy2
                                                                      Jesus loves bacon
                                                                      • Feb 2001
                                                                      • 19969

                                                                      #35
                                                                      I was close on the lyrics of "Angel Of Death" but the whole "Reign In Blood" album is a masterpiece of the highest order, here are all the lyrics http://www.rocklyricsonline.com/band...r/lyrics6.html

                                                                      anyone else want to form a Slayer coverband? )) I thinking Raining Blood or Necrophobic would be cool names for a Slayer coverband

                                                                      wow, this thread is gonna be one long motherfucking scroll ;)))



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                                                                      • rhizome
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                                                                        #36
                                                                        Welcome !
                                                                        To the elder ruins again
                                                                        The wind whispers beside the deep forest
                                                                        Darkness will show us the way
                                                                        "Heic noenum pax"
                                                                        Here is no peace
                                                                        The sky has darkened thirteen as
                                                                        we are collected woeful around a book
                                                                        made of human flesh
                                                                        "De grandaevus antiquus mulum tristis
                                                                        arcanas mysteria scriptum"
                                                                        The books bloodwritten pages open
                                                                        "Invoco crentus domini de daemonium"
                                                                        We follow with our white eyes The ceremonial proceeding
                                                                        "Heic noenum pax" Bring us the goat
                                                                        "Rex sacriticulus mortifer"
                                                                        In the circle of stone coffins
                                                                        We are standing with our black robes on
                                                                        holding the bowl with unholy water
                                                                        "Psychomantum et precr exito annos major"
                                                                        "Ferus netandus sacerdos magus. Mortem animalium"

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                                                                        • Dirtypainter
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                                                                          • Jan 2001
                                                                          • 425

                                                                          #37
                                                                          Well first off I don't know the lyrics to any of my fave songs but I can tell you the songs *LOL*

                                                                          Most of Queen's songs like fat bottom girls.
                                                                          All of bob segar and the silver bullet band's music.

                                                                          And For country it has to be the song "The Dance" by Mr Garth Brooks

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                                                                          • tha_timinator
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                                                                            #38
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
                                                                            I wanna fuck you in the ass
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                                                                            • tha_timinator
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                                                                              #39
                                                                              o forgot to mention: it _really_ is an existing song... released about 10 years ago I think... don't remember the artist or title but I guess it's "I wanna fuck you in the ass" LOL
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                                                                              • titmowse
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                                                                                #40
                                                                                As soon as you're born
                                                                                they make you feel small
                                                                                By giving you no time instead of it all
                                                                                Till the pain is so big you feel
                                                                                nothing at all
                                                                                A working class hero is something to be

                                                                                They hurt you at home and they
                                                                                hit you at school
                                                                                They hate you if you're clever
                                                                                and they despise a fool
                                                                                Till you're so fucking crazy
                                                                                you can't follow their rules
                                                                                A working class hero is something to be

                                                                                When they've tortured and scared you
                                                                                for twenty odd years
                                                                                Then they expect you to pick a career
                                                                                When you can't really function
                                                                                you're so full of fear
                                                                                A working class hero is something to be

                                                                                Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
                                                                                And you think you're so clever
                                                                                and classless and free
                                                                                But you're still fucking peasants
                                                                                as far as I can see
                                                                                A working class hero is something to be

                                                                                There's room at the top
                                                                                they're telling you still
                                                                                But first you must learn
                                                                                how to smile as you kill
                                                                                If you want to be like the folks on the hill
                                                                                A working class hero is something to be
                                                                                If you want to be a hero well just follow me

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                                                                                • Exxxotica
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                                                                                  #41
                                                                                  NIN (Hurt)

                                                                                  i hurt myself today
                                                                                  to see if i still feel
                                                                                  i focus on the pain
                                                                                  the only thing that's real
                                                                                  the needle tears a hole
                                                                                  the old familiar sting
                                                                                  try to kill it all away
                                                                                  but i remember everything
                                                                                  what have i become?
                                                                                  my sweetest friend
                                                                                  everyone i know
                                                                                  goes away in the end
                                                                                  you could have it all
                                                                                  my empire of dirt
                                                                                  i will let you down
                                                                                  i will make you hurt
                                                                                  i wear my crown of shit
                                                                                  on my liar's chair
                                                                                  full of broken thoughts
                                                                                  i cannot repair
                                                                                  beneath the stain of time
                                                                                  the feeling disappears
                                                                                  you are someone else
                                                                                  i am still right here
                                                                                  what have i become?
                                                                                  my sweetest friend
                                                                                  everyone i know
                                                                                  goes away in the end
                                                                                  you could have it all
                                                                                  my empire of dirt
                                                                                  i will let you down
                                                                                  i will make you hurt
                                                                                  if i could start again
                                                                                  a million miles away
                                                                                  i would keep myself
                                                                                  i would find a way


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                                                                                    #42
                                                                                    70's clasic is Steve Miller the Joker I love the line, I really love your peaches I want to skake your tree.
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                                                                                    • SykkBoy2
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                                                                                      • Feb 2001
                                                                                      • 19969

                                                                                      #43
                                                                                      of course, I'll have to xpose my ego and display MY favorite lyrics LOL ;)

                                                                                      from my little jam band "The CorpsePhuckers", the clasic "Bloody Birthday":

                                                                                      Punched in the gut
                                                                                      Slapped on the ass
                                                                                      Fistfucked just for fun
                                                                                      Cum in your mouth
                                                                                      Bloodtsains on your teeth
                                                                                      Holidays made better with aggression.

                                                                                      Happy Birthday
                                                                                      Weak, sissy-assed punk
                                                                                      Bloody Birthday
                                                                                      Skanky ass junk
                                                                                      Happy fucking Birthday
                                                                                      I hope you choke.

                                                                                      A kick in the nuts
                                                                                      A sledge up your tight ass
                                                                                      Hatred fueling your fire
                                                                                      Hate wrapped in pink paper
                                                                                      Topped with a fucking bow
                                                                                      Eat your cake before you expire.

                                                                                      Happy Birthday
                                                                                      Weak, sissy-assed punk
                                                                                      Bloody Birthday
                                                                                      Skanky ass junk
                                                                                      Happy fucking Birthday
                                                                                      I hope you choke.

                                                                                      choke choke choke choke!

                                                                                      +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

                                                                                      that was kind of our tender love ballad ;)))
                                                                                      the 80's ruled it ;))))

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                                                                                        #44
                                                                                        On the 1976 & 1977 tours, "Titties of Beer" was performed slightly differently than released on "Zappa in New York":

                                                                                        The part of the biker played by Frank Zappa
                                                                                        The part of the Devil played by Terry Bozzio


                                                                                        It was the blackest night, there was no moon in sight,
                                                                                        You know, the stars ain't shinin' 'cause the sky is too tight,
                                                                                        I heard the scary wind, I seen some ugly trees,
                                                                                        There was a werewolf honkin' 'long the side of me -

                                                                                        I'm mean 'n' I'm bad, you know, I ain't no sissy,
                                                                                        Got a big-titty girlie by the name of Chrissie,
                                                                                        Talkin' about her and my bike and me
                                                                                        And this ride up the mountain of Mystery! Mystery!

                                                                                        {It was 11 o'clock upon a Friday night,
                                                                                        You know, the girl and me was feelin' outta-sight,
                                                                                        We had twenty reds and a big ol' pile of weed,
                                                                                        You know, she drank some wine and then she LSD'd ...

                                                                                        Chrissy puked twice and jumped on my bike,
                                                                                        She yelled "Fire it up, 'cause you know what I like!";
                                                                                        She burned her leg on a tail-pipe then,
                                                                                        And yelled "Shit-a-ree!", and puked again.}

                                                                                        I noticed even the crickets were actin' weird up here,
                                                                                        And so I figured I might just drink a little beer,
                                                                                        I said: "Gimme some of that what you're suckin' on!"
                                                                                        But there was no reply, 'cause she was gone!

                                                                                        "Where's those titties that I like so well
                                                                                        And my goddamn beer?" is what I started to yell,
                                                                                        Then I heard this noise, like a crunching twig
                                                                                        And up jumped the Devil (he's about this big)!

                                                                                        He had a red suit on, and a widow's peak,
                                                                                        And then a pointed tail and like a sulphur reek,
                                                                                        Yes it was him all right, I sweared I knowed it was -
                                                                                        He had some human flesh stuck underneath his claws!

                                                                                        You know, it looked to me like it was titty skin;
                                                                                        I said "You son-of-a-bitch!", 'cause I was mad at him!
                                                                                        Well, he just got out his floss and started cleaning his fang,
                                                                                        So I shot him with my shooter, said: "Bang-bang-bang!"

                                                                                        Then the sucker just laughed 'n' said: "Put it away!
                                                                                        You know, I ate her all up, now what you gonna say?"
                                                                                        "You ate my Chrissie?" "Titties and all!"
                                                                                        "Well, what about the beer then, boy?" "Were the cans this tall?"

                                                                                        "Even her boots?" "Would I lie to you?"
                                                                                        "Shit, you musta been hungry!" "Yes! This is true!"
                                                                                        "Don't they pay you good for the stuff that you do?"
                                                                                        "Well, you know, I can't complain when the checks come through ..."

                                                                                        "Well I want my Chrissie, and I want my beer,
                                                                                        So you just barf it back up now, Devil, do you hear!"
                                                                                        "Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
                                                                                        I mean, I am the Devil, do you understand?

                                                                                        Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?
                                                                                        I suppose you've noticed this little contract here ..."
                                                                                        "You're goddamn right, you son-of-a-whore!
                                                                                        That's about the only reason I learned writin' for,

                                                                                        Gimme that paper, bet your ass I will sign,
                                                                                        Because I need a beer, and it's titty-squeezin' time!"
                                                                                        "Man, you can't fool me - you ain't that bad,
                                                                                        I mean, you shoulda seen some of the souls that I've had,

                                                                                        Well, there was Milhouse Nixon, and Agnew too,
                                                                                        And both of those suckaz was worse than you!"
                                                                                        "Well, let's make a deal if you think that's true,
                                                                                        I mean ... you're the Devil, so ... whatcha gonna do?"

                                                                                        "NO, DON'T SIGN IT! GIMME TIME TO THINK!
                                                                                        I MEAN, HOLD ON A SECOND, BOY, 'CAUSE - THAT'S MAGIC INK!"

                                                                                        And then the Devil barfed, and out jumped my girl,
                                                                                        They heard the tittes plop-ploppin' all around the world,
                                                                                        She said: "I got me three beers and a fistful of downs,
                                                                                        And I'm gonna get ripped so fuck you clowns!"

                                                                                        Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff,
                                                                                        That's when the Devil, he farted, and she went right over the cliff ...

                                                                                        Well, the Devil was mad, I took off to my pad,
                                                                                        I swear I do declare how did she get back there!
                                                                                        I swear I do declare how did she get back there!
                                                                                        I swear I do declare how did she get back there!
                                                                                        I swear I do declare how did she get back there!
                                                                                        Are you down with Sin?

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                                                                                        • h0st
                                                                                          Confirmed User
                                                                                          • Jul 2001
                                                                                          • 1216

                                                                                          #45
                                                                                          ""we won´t stop cause we can´t stop""

                                                                                          puff daddy

                                                                                          .:h0st
                                                                                          Did you say Pimp My Sexlife?

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                                                                                          • mika
                                                                                            Confirmed User
                                                                                            • Sep 2001
                                                                                            • 1561

                                                                                            #46
                                                                                            Old man look at my life,
                                                                                            Twenty four and there's so much more
                                                                                            Live alone in a paradise
                                                                                            That makes me think of two.

                                                                                            Love lost, such a cost,
                                                                                            Give me things
                                                                                            that don't get lost.
                                                                                            Like a coin that won't get tossed
                                                                                            Rolling home to you.

                                                                                            Old man take a look at my life
                                                                                            I'm a lot like you
                                                                                            I need someone to love me
                                                                                            the whole day through
                                                                                            Ah, one look in my eyes
                                                                                            and you can tell that's true.

                                                                                            Lullabies, look in your eyes,
                                                                                            Run around the same old town.
                                                                                            Doesn't mean that much to me
                                                                                            To mean that much to you.

                                                                                            I've been first and last
                                                                                            Look at how the time goes past.
                                                                                            But I'm all alone at last.
                                                                                            Rolling home to you.
                                                                                            Old man look at my life,
                                                                                            I'm a lot like you were.

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                                                                                            • Dirty F
                                                                                              Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                                                              • Jul 2001
                                                                                              • 59204

                                                                                              #47
                                                                                              Titmowse and Exxxotica ---> good choice, i love those songs.

                                                                                              Blind Melon - Change (Go listen now damnit!)

                                                                                              I don't feel the suns comin' out today
                                                                                              its staying in, its gonna find another way.
                                                                                              As I sit here in this misery, I don't
                                                                                              think I'll ever see the sun from here.

                                                                                              And oh as I fade away,
                                                                                              they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,
                                                                                              Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.
                                                                                              But that's okay
                                                                                              they're just afraid to change.

                                                                                              When you feel your life ain't worth living
                                                                                              you've got to stand up and
                                                                                              take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
                                                                                              And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
                                                                                              keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.

                                                                                              And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
                                                                                              some ways will work and other ways we'll play.
                                                                                              But I know we all can't stay here forever,
                                                                                              so I want to write my words on the face of today.
                                                                                              and then they'll paint it

                                                                                              And oh as I fade away,
                                                                                              they'll all look at me and they'll say,
                                                                                              Hey look at him and where he is these days.
                                                                                              When life is hard, you have to change.


                                                                                              [This message has been edited by Battuss (edited 10-28-2001).]

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                                                                                              • RedShoe
                                                                                                赤い靴 call me 202-456-1111
                                                                                                • Feb 2001
                                                                                                • 14831

                                                                                                #48
                                                                                                They call me Mr.Knowitall,
                                                                                                I am so eloquent.
                                                                                                Perfection is my middle name,
                                                                                                and whatever rhimes with eloquent.


                                                                                                form Mr.Knowitall
                                                                                                -Primus


                                                                                                Winona loved her big brown Beaver,
                                                                                                and she stroked it all the time.
                                                                                                She pricked her finger one day,
                                                                                                and it occured to her,
                                                                                                She might have a porcupine.

                                                                                                from Winona's Big Brown Beaver
                                                                                                -Primus


                                                                                                Jerry was a race car driver,
                                                                                                He drove so God damned fast.
                                                                                                He never did win a checkered flag,
                                                                                                but he never did come in last.

                                                                                                from Jerry was a race car driver,
                                                                                                -Primus


                                                                                                All Primus Lyrics are good.

                                                                                                oh, and that StinkFist song by Tool, is about fisting.

                                                                                                Finger deep within the border line,
                                                                                                Show me that you love me,
                                                                                                and that we belong together.
                                                                                                Relax, turn around and take my hand.

                                                                                                Knuckle deep within the border line,
                                                                                                This may hurt a little,
                                                                                                but it's something you'll get used to.
                                                                                                Relax, slipaway.


                                                                                                I'll keep digging,
                                                                                                'Till I feel something....

                                                                                                Elbow deep inside the border line,
                                                                                                Show me that you love me,
                                                                                                and that we belong together.

                                                                                                shoulder deep within the border line,
                                                                                                Relax, turn around and take my hand.

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                                                                                                • Robert
                                                                                                  Ask me about negative cash flow
                                                                                                  • Feb 2001
                                                                                                  • 533

                                                                                                  #49
                                                                                                  Mom and dad went to a show
                                                                                                  They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
                                                                                                  I kicked and screamed, said please, don't go

                                                                                                  Grandma take me home (x8)

                                                                                                  Had to eat my dinner there
                                                                                                  Mashed potatos and stuff like that
                                                                                                  I couldn't chew my meat too good

                                                                                                  Never take me home (x8)

                                                                                                  Said, why don't you stop your crying
                                                                                                  Go outside and ride your bike
                                                                                                  Thats what I did, I killed my toad

                                                                                                  Never take me home (x8)

                                                                                                  After dinner, I had ice cream
                                                                                                  I fell asleep, and watched TV
                                                                                                  I woke up in my mother's arms

                                                                                                  Never take me home (x19)
                                                                                                  I wanna be alone
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                                                                                                  • Theo
                                                                                                    HAL 9000
                                                                                                    • May 2001
                                                                                                    • 34515

                                                                                                    #50
                                                                                                    that's probably the only rolling stones songs that never performed live Psychedelic lyrics, simple music, poor rolling stones

                                                                                                    Mother's Little Helper

                                                                                                    What a drag it is getting old
                                                                                                    "Kids are different today,"
                                                                                                    I hear ev'ry mother say
                                                                                                    Mother needs something today to calm her down
                                                                                                    And though she's not really ill
                                                                                                    There's a little yellow pill
                                                                                                    She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
                                                                                                    And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day

                                                                                                    "Things are different today,"
                                                                                                    I hear ev'ry mother say
                                                                                                    Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag
                                                                                                    So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
                                                                                                    And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
                                                                                                    And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day

                                                                                                    Doctor please, some more of these
                                                                                                    Outside the door, she took four more
                                                                                                    What a drag it is getting old

                                                                                                    "Men just aren't the same today"
                                                                                                    I hear ev'ry mother say
                                                                                                    They just don't appreciate that you get tired
                                                                                                    They're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind
                                                                                                    So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
                                                                                                    And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight

                                                                                                    Doctor please, some more of these
                                                                                                    Outside the door, she took four more
                                                                                                    What a drag it is getting old

                                                                                                    "Life's just much too hard today,"
                                                                                                    I hear ev'ry mother say
                                                                                                    The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore
                                                                                                    And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
                                                                                                    No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
                                                                                                    They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day

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