| T O P I C R E V I E W |
| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 06:53:58
So I know we have had similar threads ion here before, but I was searching my name and various different surnames (due to the losing my identity thread), and I came up with some funny things under my name, heres just a few.
Black Dog wrote a song about me, which was nice of them ;
Melanie Lyrics
Song & Words: Aidan Mooney
Music: Aidan Mooney, James Anderson, Barry Rogers
I used to know a girl
Her name was Melanie
Wrote her name in the snow on the bowling green
She had long dark hair
Smelled of Christmas Trees
She sang out of key to Baby Bird and Bronski Beat
She would laugh at me
Then on New Year's Eve
She got into my bed without asking me
Though I wanted her
I slept on the floor
My head was spinning and I'd never made love before
Melanie's gone away now
I still miss her every day
Melanie's gone away
I wish she'd stayed
She'd hold me close at night
And ask me what was wrong
She said she loved me but a girl can only wait so long
She said I was so sad
For one so young
She kissed me tenderly then grabbed my arse and bit my tongue
I'd write her letters and poems
She'd tell me dirty jokes
I would buy the booze and books and she would wear her underclothes
She said she make me hers
Said she'd make me jealous
I saw her on the sofa
I saw her there with someone else
Melanie's gone away now
I still miss her every day
Melanie's gone away
I wish she'd stayed
I used to know a girl
Her name was Melanie
I wrote her name in the snow on the bowling green
She's gone
I am also a shoe, many shoes actually;
And a character from some tv show -
heres her profile
Melanie is a serious, studious student. She gets what she wants, and at the moment she wants a good HSC mark. Melanie is the archetypal study head: she works late into the night, studying for the big exam. Melanie wears glasses and conservative clothes. Occasionally Melanie's friend, Anita, will drag her away from the books and down to the beach to get a life. Melanie does not always welcome these interruptions; she is not very interested in the beach, and certainly has no desire to get a sun tan. Melanie considers sun tans to be nothing more than a one way ticket to the melanoma clinic.
Socially, Melanie is stunted. Although she pretends not to be interested in boys and nights out, the truth is that Melanie is excited by the idea of both. When she does meet a guy she's interested in Melanie approaches him in the same way she approaches the HSC; directly.
Melanie lives with her dad, a respectable and respected local accountant. Although he could afford to send Melanie to a rich private school, Tony Black knows that the harsh environment of Hartley will teach his daughter some necessary lessons in life.
and a bar stool;
God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex |
| 35 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 12/23/2004 : 06:59:55
quote:
Originally posted by vilainde
I'm the best Blondie song (though not written by them).
Oh Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you
Denis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue
Denis Denis, I've got a crush on you
Denis Denis, I'm so in love with you
Oh when we walk it always feels so nice
And when we talk it seems like paradise
Denis Denis I'm so in love with you
You're my king and I'm in heaven every time I look at you
When you smile it's like a dream
And I'm so lucky 'cause I found a boy like you
Denis Denis, avec tes yeux si bleux
Denis Denis, moi j'ai flashe a nous deux
Denis Denis, un grand baiser d'eternite
Denis Denis, je suis si folle de toi
Denis Denis, oh embrasse-moi ce soir
Denis Denis, un grand baiser d'eternite
Oh Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you
Denis
"I believe in your perfect face..."
I always think of this song when someone mentions your real name. I love it, so by extension, I love you.
Oh no, what have I said.
My name comes up with the official sites for Michael Moore, Michael Jordan and George Michael, amongst others. Not very interesting.
Franz Ferdinand did write a song about me though. Oh god, there goes another 'Michael loves boys' link.
Help me! He keeps making me post!
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| astrology |
Posted - 11/05/2004 : 07:16:15
i ve read teresa is from the greek theron either summer or harvest
check www.behindthename.com fine website
I'm a pistolero, i'm not shakin in my boots
I'm the ruler of this moon, if u move I shoots
Truth is out There, but Mulder cannot find G-Gal's G-point.
erection is no poltergeist, even if its Majestic |
| n/a |
Posted - 10/31/2004 : 06:40:59
Teresa it would seem is a spanish name, dervied from the greek meaning Reaper.
Don't fear the reaper.
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| shineoftheever |
Posted - 10/31/2004 : 03:39:28
owen sound is more like the a-hole of canada, or maybe armpit.....uhhhhhhhhhhhh.
 "tk-tk-tka-chk-ch-tk-tttt-whaaa-chk-tk-tk" |
| Newo |
Posted - 10/31/2004 : 01:44:36
'Parently I am the cultural capital of Canada for 2004 http://city.owen-sound.on.ca/
A town in southern Germany too http://www.viamichelin.com/viamichelin/gbr/dyn/controller/mapPerformPage?strLocation=Owen&strCountry=eur
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But whenever, as scholars sometimes do, I turned my back on books, declaring them to be the graveyards of the language, and sought contact with the simple folk, I encountered the little cannibals who lived in our building, and after brief association with them, felt very glad to get back to my reading in one piece.
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| n/a |
Posted - 10/31/2004 : 00:32:49
By Chico Buarque, a great brazilian song writer and singer,
A Rita levou meu sorriso No sorriso dela meu assunto
Levou junto com ela E o que me é de direito Arrancou-me do peito E tem mais
Levou seu retrato, seu trapo, seu prato Que papel!
Uma imagem de Sao Francisco E um bom disco de Noel
A Rita matou nosso amor De vingança Nem herança deixou
Nao levou um tostao Porque nao tinha nao Mas causou perdas e danos
Levou os meus planos Meus pobres enganos Os meus vinte anos
O meu coraçao E além de tudo Me deixou mudo Um violao
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!' |
| notkimdeal |
Posted - 10/30/2004 : 22:22:22
We learned this in French class
Julien Clerc
Mélissa
Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
Vit toujours dévêtue
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue...
Le matin derrière ses canisses a-
-lors qu'elle est moitié-nue
Sur les murs devant chez Mélissa
Y a tout plein d'inconnus
"Descendez, ça, c'est défendu !
Oh ! c'est indécent !"
Elle crie mais bien entendu
Personne ne descend...
Sous la soie de sa jupe fendue
En zoom en gros-plans
Tout un tas d'individus
Filment, Noirs et Blancs...
Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
A des seins tout pointus
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue...
"Descendez, ça c'est défendu
Mater chez les gens !"
Elle crie mais bien entendu
Y a jamais d'agent...
Elle crie, c'est du temps perdu
Personne ne l'entend...
La police c'est tous des vendus
Dix ans qu'elle attend
Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
A toujours sa vertu
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue...
Ouh ! Matez ma métisse
Ouh ! Ma métisse est nue
Ouh ! Matez ma métisse
Ouh ! Ma métisse est nue
Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
Vit toujours dévêtue
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Je vous ai jamais vu
Le matin derrière ses canisses a-
-lors je vends des longues-vues
Mais si jamais Mélissa sait ça
Là, c'est moi qui vous tue...
Ouh ! Matez ma métisse
Ouh ! Ma métisse est nue
Ouh ! Matez ma métisse
Ouh ! Ma métisse est nue...
Melanie, I want those stools!!!!
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| astrology |
Posted - 10/30/2004 : 21:55:09
this one i like most
my name is david so..i ve got something for u
www.behindthename.com
Dedicate one to the ladies...
Now summertime's here babe, need somethin' to keep you cool
Ah, now summertime's here babe, need somethin' to keep you cool
Better look out now though, Dave's got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
Oh my, my, I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
Hold on a second baby
I got puddin' pie, banana dixie cups
All flavors and pushups too
I'm your ice cream man baby, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy Hold on, one more
Well I'm usually passin' by just about eleven o'clock
Uh huh, I never stop
I'm usually passin' by just around eleven o'clock
And if you let cool you one time, you'll be my regular stop
All right boys!
I got puddin' pie, banana dixie cups
All flavors and pushups too
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy, yes
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
They say all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy Ah one time
(Guitar Solo)
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
They say all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
One time boys!
I'm your ice cream man
I'm your ice cream man
B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Baby!
Ah my my my
All my flavors are guaranteed......to satis-uh-fy
Ow!
I'm a pistolero, i'm not shakin in my boots
I'm the ruler of this moon, if u move I shoots
Truth is out There, but Mulder cannot find G-Gal's G-point.
erection is no poltergeist, even if its Majestic |
| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 10/29/2004 : 05:39:41
And as I stood in the place where I once saw a friend standing, I didn't mean to
Run away from you. I almost lost the chance to save myself. Mellie's coming
Over; she's coming over; Mellie's coming over, yeah. Not really lucid but wide
Awake, a kind word to snap me out of it is all that I know it would take
From you, if I knew you really wanted to. Mellie's coming over; she's coming
Over; Mellie's coming over, yeah. Hey, where's everybody going? You can't leave me
All alone when it's been such a long time since I've had this much to
Say. Hey, where are you going? You can't leave me alone and I guess I feel
A little silly but Mellie, can't you stay a little while? Mellie's coming
Over; she's coming over; Mellie's coming over, yeah
God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex |
| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 10/29/2004 : 05:38:39
Melanie Banks where can you be?
I haven't seen you since our graduation day
And the years keep floating by
Are you doing well? Is everything alright?
Remember our crazy night
After senior prom
We were naked in your pool
And we got busted by your mom
Melanie
Where can you be?
Its been so long
I wonder if you ever think about me
Melanie Banks how have you been?
Someone told me you're living in New York again
I called your mother's house today
But the message said that she had moved away
I still laugh about the time
You passed out in your car
With mother's milk on ten
And your headlights on
Just 8 words in my yearbook
8 words was all you wrote
And you didn't sign your name
Just your initials and your quote
God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex |
| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 10/29/2004 : 05:38:06
this one also is hghly amusing
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
She lived across the street on the fifteenth floor of the Gilmore building
I saw her in the shower reaching for some soap
I knew she had to be the girl for me
And to think I probably never would have found her
If I hadn't bought that telescope
Oh, me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
I just can't understand it
Why won't you return my phone calls
Are you still mad I gave a Mohawk to your cat
If you'd just say the word
I'm certain that our love would last forever and ever
Or are you too dumb to realize that
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
How can you ignore me when you know that I can't live without you
I have to go through your garbage just to learn more about you
Melanie, ooh
Oh sweet me-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
You weren't impressed when I tattooed your name across my forehead
You wouldn't listen when I promised to be true
I couldn't stand it so I jumped out from the sixteenth story window
Right above you
Now I may be dead but I still love you
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
I'm singin' me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet, sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
I'm singin' me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
I'm singin' me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex |
| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 10/29/2004 : 05:36:58
no idea what this song is about...but it has my name in it!
Sie war wie alle andren war'n
Voll Lebensdurst, doch unerfahr'n.
In ihren Augen brannte heiss die Glut, die Glut, die Glut.
Wo was los war, war auch sie.
Man nannte sie nur Melanie.
Sie ging die Wege zwischen schlecht
Und gut und gut und gut und gut und gut.
Zu Hause war sie fortgerannt,
Weil man nicht gleiche Worte fand.
Und Liebe spuerte sie nie - Melanie ! Melanie !
Ihr Vater hatte niemals Zeit und
Wenn er da war, gab es Streit.
So ein Leben wollte sie nie mehr,
Nie mehr, nie mehr, nie mehr.
Zu Hause war sie fortgerannt,
Weil man nicht gleiche Worte fand.
Und Liebe spuerte sie nie - Melanie ! Melanie !
Mal blieb sie von der Arbeit weg und
Suchte Halt in manchem Bett.
Doch was sie fand erlosch bei Tageslicht.
Ein Kind - sie wusste nicht von wem.
Sie wollte es trotz alledem.
Die Traenen, die sie weinte, sah man nicht.
Traenen sah man bei ihr nie.
Man misst das Leben nicht nach Jahren.
Doch sie, als ich sie wiedersah.
Das Kind an ihrer Seite lachte und
Ich wusste, dass sie gluecklich war.
God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex |
| GypsyDeath |
Posted - 10/29/2004 : 05:34:27
haha, these lyrics are very funny ;
When I was young my father said "Son I have something to say,"
And what he told me I'll never forget, until my dying day. He said, "Son you are a bachelor boy
And that's the way to stay, son you are a bachelor boy:"
-huh- I wish I was a bloody bachelor boy
A happy ba-che-lor was he,
But he ain't no more gone is Garry
As he ditched, when he got hitched to a witch and a bitch called melanie
Who's that then - Garry
Slouched on the couch with that cow,
There ain't any doubt there's no escape
Now off his head, concerted
Instead he wed, Melanie
[Chorus]
He said, "I only wanted to stay"
But the silly sucker, drained his life away
"I only wanted to be"
And he took no notice of me
And it's all over now -huh- for Garry
The bag nagged/asked to have a kid
The most * that Garry ever did
Stuck in a rut, he knows he's a nut, with a pain in th butt called Melanie
[Chorus]
[Guitar Bit]
Off his head, off his *
Garry was a sucker when he married Melanie
[Chorus]
God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex |
| n/a |
Posted - 10/29/2004 : 00:26:50
quote:
Originally posted by Carolynanna
rita,
I don't really like the shirt you're wearing,
its really not your colour ;)
__________
Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
That was so funny!!!
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!' |
| VoVat |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 23:07:26
Anyone know of any songs with "Nathan" in them?
By the way, "Melanie" is also a Weird Al song.
"Signature quotes are so lame." --Nathan |
| apl4eris |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 15:42:43
Jennifer is a derivation of an English tart's name, the one that fooled around with Sir Lancelot while she was married to Arthur.
My middle name is a bit more respectable and less tarty. I recently found out that it means "White Raven". Something about the ravens at the Tower of London -apparently the reason they are kept there to guard the Tower is directly connected to some legend about her burying her husband the Raven King in England after him falling in battle. According to her "curse", his burial site had to be guarded and respected, or the English Empire would come to harm. Ha take that, England!
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/b/branwen.html |
| n/a |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 15:24:30
I remembered another too (spellings off but it's a hard name to find in songs so I let it pass):
Theresas Sound World - Sonic Youth
like girl come walkin' thru the cornfield
like blue vibration thru the sea
I know I'd love her to breathe, again
like cubes are talkin' her down
I've been a wasted day
like spinning round a saint
like colored wild sign
Theresa talkin' in the rain
like girl be growin' thru town
windows are thoughts in the stain
I know I'd love her to stay
whispering signs are agreeing
like talkin' golden terrain
like thrivin' dark in the saint
a cat in gold goes along
Theresa's sound for the king
Sonic Youth and NoMeansNo - fucking A
Frank Black ate my hamster |
| n/a |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 15:00:42
You´re right, I´ll take it off!
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!' |
| Carolynanna |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 14:56:51
rita,
I don't really like the shirt you're wearing,
its really not your colour ;)
__________
Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| bumblebeeboy2 |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 14:46:45
unfortunately i have a silly name, so when i enter it into google most of what comes up is about me anyway! oh and i was apparently a famous golf club maker. that's it. 
FACT FILE
Hickory was first imported in the 1820's in the UK, originally intended for pit props and axe handles.
One of the earliest known club makers was Simon Cossar, who produced clubs in the second half of the 18th century.
The R&A (Royal and Ancient) Rules of Golf Committee, formed in 1897, did not legislate on club design until 1909
Between 1909 and 1910 any clubs which featured mechanical contrivances or center shafts were banned by the Rules of Golf Committee
The Monkey Helper has arrived http://www.monkeyhelper.co.uk (that is my band) |
| n/a |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:43:58
Good work! Well done!
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!' |
| Monsieur |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:43:51
There is actually a song by Orbital called Adnan's which is weird. I am the only Adnan I know.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust |
| Coldheartofstone |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:38:50
Lovely rita meter maid.
Lovely rita meter maid.
Lovely rita meter maid.
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark i tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When i caught a glimpse of rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.
Lovely rita meter maid,
May i inquire discreetly,
When are you free,
To take some tea with me.
Took her out and tried to win her,
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her i would really like to see her again,
Got the bill and rita paid it,
Took her home i nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.
Oh, lovely rita meter maid,
Where would i be without you,
Give us a wink and make me think of you.
He is in the music business, he is calling you DUDE! |
| Carolynanna |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:37:25
Lovely Rita Meter Maid
At least that's what I always think when I see your name.
__________
Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| Coldheartofstone |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:37:21
Gin Blossoms - Mrs. Rita lyrics
From the album New Miserable Experience
(jesse valenzuela, jim swafford)
You can see it in her letters
On the paper with her pen
Her response is getting stronger
I think she's coming round again
Tell me mrs. rita
What's it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
I've been keeping myself busy
With my books and with my tapes
Every day's much better
Since i've slowed my drinking pace
There's no swimming in the bottle
It's just someplace we all drown
I lost myself in sorrow
Lost my confidence in doubt
Is she coming 'round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
Get in the car and drive through town
Down the block and back around
Pretending that she's there with me we drive
Gone forever...
My patience keeps me plaintive
My high hopes keep me alone
My lover's will is shaken
I wish she would just come home
So tell me mrs. rita
What's it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
Here ya go
He is in the music business, he is calling you DUDE! |
| n/a |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:33:29
I think there are many with my name, but I´m to lazy to look for it!
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!' |
| whoreatthedoor |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:28:49
What is it, CHOS? I haven't heard it before.
I've got one for Alicia, by Enrique Bunbury. Very good song:
Alicia (Expusada Del Pais De Las Maravillas)
Alicia, sortilegio de babia,
En el fondo del espejo.
Alicia ni supone, ni piensa
con la luna por cerebro.
Alicia en su pensamiento
tirando del hilo de su enredo.
Alicia en el laberinto
sin minotauro, me llama: Teseo!!
Alicia es siempre tan breve
que ya ha terminado.
Alicia dice que te quiere
cuando ya te ha abandonado.
Alicia expulsada
al país de las maravillas,
para Alicia hoy
es siempre todavía.
Alicia viajando entre lunas
de charla con musarañas.
Alicia tejiendo las nubes
con tela que nunca se acaba.
Alicia es siempre tan breve
que ya ha terminado.
Alicia dice que te quiere
cuando ya te ha abandonado.
Alicia expulsada
al país de las maravillas,
para alicia hoy
es siempre todavía.
Alicia expulsada
al país de las maravillas
Alicia expulsada
al país de las maravillas... |
| Coldheartofstone |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:20:37
Como Dios en la tierra no tiene amigos
como uno no tiene amigos anda en el aire (2x)
Tanto le pido y le pido ay hombe
siempre me manda mis males (2x)
Se murió mi compañera que tristeza
Alicia mi compañera que dolor
Alicia mi compañera que tristeza
Alicia mi compañera que dolor
Y solamente a Valencia, ay hombe
el guayabo le dejo. (2x)
Pobre mi Alicia, Alicia aodrada
yo te recuerdo en todas mis parrandas
pobre mi Alicia, Alicia querida
yo te recordaré toda la vida
Allá en flores de María
donde to´el mundo me quiere (2x)
Yo reparo a las mujeres, ay hombe
y no veo a Alicia la mía (2x)
Donde to´el mundo me quiere
Alicia murió sólita (2x)
dondequiera que uno muere ay hombe
toa´ las tierras son benditas (2x)
Ay pobre mi Alicia, Alicia adorada
yo te recuerdo en todas mis parrandas
pobre mi Alicia, Alicia querida
yo te recordaré toda la vida.
Yes...I mean Si
He is in the music business, he is calling you DUDE! |
| Thomas |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:10:35
I've got me a whole Rock Opera.
Can you HEAR ME!
"Our Love is Rice and Beans and Horses Lard" |
| whoreatthedoor |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:07:08
quote:
Originally posted by rita
Dead Can Dance? Wich song Xavier?
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!'
Xavier
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Fair Roseanna your vagrancy's a familiar tale
Fraught with danger the lives you led were judged profane
Hatred enfolds us
Inculcates the minds with it's heresy
Laymen enfold us
Clemency arrives to set you free
Faith
Although Xavier has prayed
That life-giving waters may rain
Down on the souls of man
To cure them of their ways
These were the sins of Xavier's past
Hung like jewels in the forest of veils
Deep in the heart where the mysteries emerge
Eve bears the stigma of original sin
Freedom so hard when we are all bound by laws
Etched in the seam of nature's own hand
Unseen by all those who fail in their pursuit of faith
Although Xavier has prayed
That life-giving waters may rain
Down on the souls of man
To cure them of their ways
And as the night turns into day
Will the sun illuminate your way
Or will the nightmares come home to stay
Xavier's love lies in chains
These were the sins of Xavier's past
Hung like jewels in the forest of veils
"¡¡¡Bien!!!, dame el ritmo. Así es mejor" - Jonathan Richman |
| Carolynanna |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 13:02:33
Okay this one cracks me up!
(I didn't think there would be many lyrics with Carolyn, its usually Caroline)
Carolyn's Bootie Lyrics
by The Presidents Of The USA
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie
As she was going from the bathroom into my bedroom (into my bedroom)
Somethin' about a curse did something to my penis
She's got the curves just like on the Venus de Milo (Venus de Milo)
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie
As she was getting dressed for work in my room (in my room)
I saw the moonbeam shine on her bootie,
I saw the sunbeam shine on her butt, I like it (me like it)
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
I wanna kiss some bootie
Curvaceous
So delicious
Mmmm Nutritious
B-b-b-b-b-b-bodacious
__________
Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| Carolynanna |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 12:57:54
CaRoLyN
Sweet Lyrics
You and me how it's suppose to be, the next best thing after Adam and Eve- You really turn me on, movein closer while we lsten to this song-
You say I'm hip and hop you say you like the way I Bop, but the best thing you say- is I'm sweet- I'm sweet
You are so in love with me we're like honey to the bee- The couple that wins the award (yea huh)
__________
Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| Carolynanna |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 12:47:04
Wedding Present Carolyn
Just before you go today
There's something that I've got to say
Well you asked me what was wrong
And I didn't want to tell you
You believed me when I said I tried
But oh, Carolyn, I lied
And its gone on far too long
And I never tried to help you
But don't wait up for me
Just don't wait up for me
It isn't quite the way you think
How low do you suppose I'd sink?
We can't bear to be apart
Oh I'm sorry that I said that
But come on now let's not pretend
We both knew we were near the end
I don't want to break your heart
But we just can't turn the clock back
But don't wait up for me
Just don't wait up for me
No more
__________
Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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Posted - 10/28/2004 : 12:39:04
Dead Can Dance? Wich song Xavier?
...The majority of people are just like, `Play the monkey song!' |
| whoreatthedoor |
Posted - 10/28/2004 : 11:46:59
No, no!!! There are 3 songs by:
Paradise Lost, Dead Can Dance and Gerry Rafferty
"¡¡¡Bien!!!, dame el ritmo. Así es mejor" - Jonathan Richman |
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