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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
 Posted - 08/10/2005 : 23:41:20
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We who have so much to you who have so little
To you who don’t have anything at all
We who have so much more than any one man does need
And you who don’t have anything at all, ah
Does anybody need another million dollar movie
Does anybody need another million dollar star
Does anybody need to be told over and over
Spitting in the wind comes back at you twice as hard
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going straight to hell
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman, yes
Does anyone really need a billion dollar rocket
Does anyone need a 60,000 dollars car
Does anyone need another president
Or the sins of swaggart parts 6, 7, 8 and 9, ah
Does anyone need yet another politician
Caught with his pants down and money sticking in his hole
Does anyone need another racist preacher
Spittin’ in the wind can only do you harm, ooohhh
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going straight to hell
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman
Does anyone need another faulty shuttle
Blasting off to the moon, venus or mars
Does anybody need another self-righteous rock singer
Whose nose he says has led him straight to god
Does anyone need yet another blank skyscraper
If you’re like me I’m sure a minor miracle will do
A flaming sword or maybe a gold ark floating up the hudson
When you spit in the wind it comes right back at you
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going straight to hell
Strawman, going to the devil
Strawman, strawman
Strawman, ...., ah
Strawman
Strawman
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2005 : 09:29:13
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2005 : 11:08:44
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It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me, oh, it should be me
Your sacred parts, your getaways
You come along on summer days
Tenderly, tastefully
And so may, we make time
Try to find somebody else
This place is mine
You said today you know exactly how I feel
I had my doubts little girl
I'm in love with something real
It could be me that's changing
And so may, we make time
To try and find somebody else
Who has a line
Now seasoned with health
Two lovers walk on lakeside mile
Try pleasing with stealth rodeo
See what stands long ending fast
Oh, how I love you in the evenings
When we are sleeping, we are sleeping, oh, we are sleeping
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 08/16/2005 : 14:09:55
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Random lost souls have asked me
"What’s the future of rock ’n’ roll?"
I say "I don’t know, does it matter?"
This and that scene,
They sound all the same to me
Neither much worse nor much better.
We’re so fucked these days
We don’t know who to hate or who to praise
Consider that suffering & pain
When we’re so privileged, a fact
We forget about as
We go whinging all over the place.
How they laugh as we shovel the ashes
Wrath has soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours.
Look at those cunts on MTV
With cars, and cribs, and rings and shit
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, at BBC
See corpses, rapes and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?
And our soccer moms and dads
Who raised us brats on those TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They’ve convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ
How they laugh as we shovel the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours
Of this candy store of ours
Of this candy store of ours
 I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 08/16/2005 : 23:27:55
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Lyrics:
Maybe on the street
Maybe on the beach
Maybe I'll see you at the mall
Jesus was right
Yeah, I dont want to fight at all
I want to be alone
I want to be inside my headphones
I skate for transportation
Play guitar for elevation
Into a state of my own
I like distortion when I bar chord
A lonely parking lot when I ride on my board
Maybe on the beach
Maybe on the street
Maybe I'll see you in the hall
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fruitcake
- FB Fan -
Norway
83 Posts |
Posted - 08/17/2005 : 00:26:29
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As so with that, I thought I`d take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had
turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces
peering at me trough the gate
I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope
of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who
had died from the lack of it
And in my best shoes I started falling
forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled trough the crowd
And love followed just behind me
panting at my feet
At the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched trough the pictures in a
leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a
fisherman`s hook
Babe
It seems so long
Since you`ve been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and
all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most
destruction was beeing done
By those who could not choose
between the two
Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboya, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars,
Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny
plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs
down their fronts
I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Mangolias, Camellias and Azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beatiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement,
the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down
Babe
It seems so long
Since you`ve been gone
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
These streets are frozen now
I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do
not know
My father sits slumped in the
deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above,
about, below
Babe
It seems so long
Since you went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2005 : 14:04:39
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I take your word like it was gospel
I’m so eager to please
Yeah I like it when you talk to me
It feels so good inside your shadow
It’s the place I need to be
Yeah you know I need to climb you like a tree
There is this place inside
Where all the good things die
Sometimes I feel like a whore
I hate the way I am around you
I’m so nervous and weird
Sometimes I feel like I’m breathing underwater
You treat me like I am on fire
Like I’m something to eat
You make me hate what I see when I see me
Yeah I dream of the day
When I learn to make you pay
Someday I’ll teach you to beg, someday, someday
Yes I live for the day
When I can hear you say "you make me feel like a whore"
Yes I dream of the time
When I can make you mine
Maybe then I’ll feel half alive, more alive, so alive.
There is this place inside
Where all the good things die
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2005 : 14:18:32
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Oh Charles, don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail,
Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2005 : 14:20:18
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Post the whole song, Simon! I love that tune.
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2005 : 15:14:55
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Snippets!
So, I broke into the palace,
With a sponge and a rusty spanner,
She said "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing,"
I said "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano."
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2005 : 15:29:37
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Tease!
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/20/2005 : 18:45:34
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My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks No. 8
I always done an honest job as honest as I could
I got a brother named Frankie and Frankie ain't no good
Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
I get a call over the radio, Frankie's in trouble downtown
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way
Yeah me and Frankie laughing and drinking
Nothing feels better than blood on blood
Takin turns dancing with Maria as the band
Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying like any brother would
Man turns his back on his family, well he just ain't no good
Well Frankie went in the Army back in 1965
I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on dropping till it was like we were getting robbed
Frankie came home in '68, and me, I took this job
Well the night was like any other, I got a call about quarter to 9
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lying on the floor lookin bad bleeding hard from his head
There was a girl crying at a table and it was Frank, they said
Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights
Well I musta done one hundred and ten through Michigan County that night
It was out at the crossroads, down `round Willow Bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates, behind the wheel was Frank
Well I chased him through them county roads
Till a sign said "Canadian border five miles from here"
I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his tail-lights disappear
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 08/20/2005 : 21:51:39
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He likes me
he likes me
ooh... isn't that nice
he likes me
he likes me
ooh... isn't that nice
that your brand new friend
he likes your old true friend
and isn't that the way
that it ought to be
that your brand new friend
he has good will to send
and you're so free
you're so free
you're so free
and I am history
he likes you
he says that he loves you
ooh that's good to know
you like him
I hope you don't love him
and ooh you should know
that your old true friend
he doesn't like your brand new friend
person to person it's not on purpose
but I take it personally
and soon your brand new friend
I hope I'll have a bon voyage to send
and you're so free
you're so free
you're so free
and I am history
you say you won't pick
and you won't make a choice
but I'm so mad I could spit
and I hear it in your voice
you said he likes me
he likes me
ooh isn't that swell
he likes me
you said he likes me
ohhh tell him hell...
o from me
a great big hello from me
jesus always taught me
that I should love my enemy
darling my heart's in pain
that's why my song's insane
and you're so free
and I am history
he likes me
but I don't like him
Gordon Gano: vocal, acoustic guitar
Brian Ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal
Victor Delorenzo: brushed snare drum, vocal
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fruitcake
- FB Fan -
Norway
83 Posts |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 03:16:50
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I love this song
surprise sometimes
will come around
surprise sometimes
will come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
Oh, I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
when you're down
Untitled ..Interpol
must be a devil between us! |
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HeywoodJablome
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1485 Posts |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 08:01:06
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I thought we were'nt printing whole songs ya cheaterz!
How about
The flash pan hunter sways with the wind
and his rifle is the sound of the morning
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His back shall be my slender new branch
It will bend and sway in the breeze
As the Devil does his polka with a hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branches of the trees
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For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Legs' crown
And the briar is strangling the rose back down
Tom Waits
Also by the Pharcyde:
Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two inch reels that I don't even own. |
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elisjeba
- FB Fan -
Belgium
5 Posts |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 10:36:12
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I had the notion that you'd make me change my ways
My bad habits would be gone in a matter of days
I had the feeling that you'd open up my eyes
To a whole new world that had since been in disguise
But that day will most likely never come for me
And it's just my luck to end up getting stuck
To everything you are
So tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures
And overanalyze your words
But the truth is that I've never fallen so hard
It's taking everything in me
Just to forget your sweater so far
I had the notion that you'd make me forget the world
But your undecisive mind shows me that
You are "just another girl"
I had the feeling that those looks you gave me were real
What if I ripped your heart apart at the seams
Maybe then you'd know how I feel
But that day will most likely never come for me
And it's just my luck to end up getting stuck
To everything you are
So tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures
And overanalyze your words
But the truth is that I've never fallen so hard
It's taking everything in me
Just to forget your sweater so far
I can honestly say
That I never, ever, ever felt this way
Your lips, your eyelashes, your skin
These are the parts of your body
That cause my comatose to begin
I can honestly say
That I never, ever, ever felt this way
Your lips, your eyelashes, your skin
These are the parts of your body
That cause my comatose to begin
I will sleep another day
I don't really need to anyway
What's the point when my dreams are infected
With words you used to say
I will breathe in a moment
As long as I keep my distance
I wouldn't want to go messing anything up
So don't go worrying about me
It's not like I think about you constantly
So maybe I do, but that shouldn't affect
Your life anymore
I knew it the moment you walked into the door
So don't go worrying about me
It's not like I think about this constantly
So maybe I do, but that shouldn't affect
Your life anymore
I knew it the moment you walked into the door
I'll let you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll let you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
I guess that's how this one's gonna go I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
You've got me down on my knees and I proclaim
All hail the heartbreaker
The Spill Canvas - All hail the heartbreaker
one of my favorites =) x
gun + gun equals BANG BANG |
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 11:00:30
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I been on the other side of the Blue Ridge,
Seen the Shenandoah rolling there.
I stepped off the mountain's edge, just to climb the golden stair.
I seen the streets up there.
I scaled the mountains, skiied the valleys,
I've done the highs and the lows,
I don't feel like work today,
Hell, I won't go.
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offerw
* Dog in the Sand *
South Africa
1264 Posts |
Posted - 08/22/2005 : 12:07:02
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I fell on the playing field
the work of an errant heel
the din of the crowd and the loud commotion
went deafening silence and stopped emotion
the season was almost done
we managed it 12 to 1
so far I had known no humiliation
in front of my friends and close relations
There's my father looking on
and there's my girlfriend arm in arm
with the captain of the other team
and all of this is clear to me
they condescend and fix on me a frown
how they love the sporting life
And father had had such hopes
for a son who would take the ropes
and fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
but apparently now there's some complications
but while I am lying here
trying to fight the tears
I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
though I think I might lie here a little longer
There's my coach he's looking down
the disappointment in his knitted brow
I should've known
he thinks again
I never should have put him in
he turns and loads the lemonade away
and breathes in deep
the sporting life
the sporting life
the sporting life
how he loves...
There's my father looking on
and there's my girlfriend arm in arm
with the captain of the other team
and all of this is clear to me
they condescend and fix on me a frown
how they love the sporting life
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/23/2005 : 17:37:32
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So Simon, a clarification, please. Excerpts are allowed, no need for entire songs? Thank you.
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 08/31/2005 : 18:21:37
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i want to suffer in your arms
and when you're naked in the dark
i want to see your face
in the reflection of my bedroom stereo
we'll take it slow
sweet troubled soul
but there's another side
that I'm trying to crack
if you open your mind
and let me take a stab
at the secrets that you know
just let it go
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2005 : 01:45:59
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Check out the original post kathryn, that was the intention of the thread. Doesn't really matter, but yeah, excerpts are good.
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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jediroller
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1718 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2005 : 02:10:16
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Nice to see Daddy Hersh make an appearance here, Simon.
"bricks are dirty lakes are dead
the family dog is mad
baby brother's science beakers are all broken
now the yard peacocks are all sad"
I jumped on the Frank Black Bandwagon/'Cause Pixies are so 2004 |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2005 : 04:10:56
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Simon, thank you for the clarification on excerpts. This is one of my favorites:
"Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto"
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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HeywoodJablome
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1485 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2005 : 23:21:02
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Grab yourself a can of Pork Soda
You'll be feelin' just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin' round the house
Swillin' down them cans 'o swine! |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2005 : 03:12:09
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| That reminds me-I've got a carton of chocolate milk in th fridge-thanks, Heywood! ;) |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2005 : 15:28:19
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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows that it’s now or never
Everybody knows that it’s me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
When you’ve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed that will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart before it blows
And everybody knows
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2005 : 21:00:40
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When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.
An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.
Les Allemands e'taient chez moi, [The Germans were at my home]
ils me dirent, "Signe toi," [They said, "Sign yourself,"]
mais je n'ai pas peur; [But I am not afraid]
j'ai repris mon arme. [I have retaken my weapon.]
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therewererumours
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
1240 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2005 : 22:19:30
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At the dark end of the street
that is where we always meet
hiding in shadows where we don't belong
living in darkness, to hide alone
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
I know a time has gonna take it's toll
we have to pay for the love we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
Oh, our love keeps going on strong
Steal away to the dark end of the street
You and me
They gonna find us, they gonna find us
They gonna find us love someday
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
When the daylight all goes around
And by chance we're both down the town
Please meet, just walk, walk on by
Oh, darling, please don't you cry
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
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Monsieur
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1688 Posts |
Posted - 09/05/2005 : 02:57:41
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Un apres-midi d'automne,
On avait trouvé un moyen de locomotion,
Alors on est parti à la cambrousse.
Les champs étaient humides et suffisamment acides.
C'était le bon moment pour aller cueillir
Des champignons.
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
C'est le chant du psylo qui supplie,
Qui joue avec les âmes
Et ouvre les volets de la perception.
Il pleuvait beaucoup, ce jour là.
Heureusement on avait des capuches
Et surtout des pochons solides.
La-bas, les vaches nous regardaient
D'un air complice et détendu.
Y'avait plus qu'a s'y mettre
Pour assurer la cueillette.
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
C'est le chant du psylo qui supplie,
Qui joue avec les âmes
Et ouvre les volets de la perception.
Est-ce que c'est un bon ?
Mais non c'est pas un bon
Car y'a pas de téton
Et puis il est trop plat.
Il a pas la bonne couleur.
Ne nous décourageons pas.
Ouvrons les oreilles et écoutons.
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
C'est le chant du psylo qui supplie,
Qui joue avec les âmes
Et ouvre les volets de la perception.
Oh toi, tu marches comme un canard
Mais c'est pour mieux les voir.
Oh putain, j'ai mal au dos
Y faudrait un détecteur.
Tiens voilà un mégot d'pétard.
Ca doit être un très bon champ
Ou alors y'en a qui sont passés déjà
Et sûrement qu'ils ont tout raflé.
C'coin la, c'est sûr, il est connu.
Putain, franchement, comment veux-tu ?
Maintenant il est trop tard.
On est bien avancés.
On a les pieds tout mouillés.
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
Plutot que de m'écraser,
Pourquoi ne pas me manger ?
Un apres-midi d'automne,
On avait trouvé un moyen de locomotion,
Alors on est parti à la cambrousse.
Les champs étaient humides et suffisamment acides.
C'était le bon moment pour aller cueillir
Des champignons.
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi ! Mangez-moi !
C'est le chant du psylo qui supplie,
Qui joue avec les âmes
Et ouvre les volets de la perception.
Gare, à la descente,
Gare, à la descente,
Gare, à la descente...
Down, down,
Down, down...
Bonne chance...
I will show you fear in a handful of dust |
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 09/05/2005 : 03:03:08
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Eat me?
How's that for a slice of fried gold? |
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2005 : 11:07:48
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Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug
Come on and let me taste your stuff
Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift
What surprise you gonna hit me with
Baby, sweet baby, whisper my name
Shoot your love into my vein
Baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard
Make me wonder who's in charge
Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath
Even though you like to flirt with death
Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough
Please come find me and help me get fucked up
I am waiting here for more
I am waiting by your door
I am waiting on your back steps
I am waiting in my car
I am waiting at this bar
I am waiting for your essence
Your eseence
Your essence
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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starmekitten
-= Forum Pistolera =-
United Kingdom
6370 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2005 : 14:19:34
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And still you're coaxing me
To come on out and live
Well I'm a crippled dog
I've got nothing to give
My lady story
My lady story
My lady story
My lady story
I'm so broken babe
But I want to see
Some shining eye
Some of my beauty
My lostest beauty
My lostest beauty
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kathryn
~ Selkie Bride ~
Belgium
15320 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2005 : 17:25:49
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Not a day goes by I don't think about you
You left your mark on me it's permanent a tattoo
Pierce the skin and the blood runs through
Oh my baby
The way you move it's right in time
The way you move it's right in time
It's right in time with me
I stand over the stove in the kitchen
Watch the water boil and I listen
Turn off the television
Oh my baby
The way you move it's right in time
The way you move it's right in time
It's right in time with me
I take off my watch and my earrings
My bracelets and everything
Lie on my back and moan at the ceiling
Oh my baby
I think about you and that long ride
I bite my nails I get weak inside
Reach over and turn off the light
Oh my baby
Sometimes, no matter how shitty things get, you have to just do a little dance. - Frank
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2005 : 20:35:06
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Have you seen her? So fine and pretty
Fooled me with her style and ease
And I feel her from across the room
Yes, it's love in the third degree
Ooh, baby baby
Wont you turn your head my way?
Ooh, baby baby
Ah come on! Take a chance
You're old enough to
Dance the night away
A live wire, barely a beginner
But just watch that lady go
She's on fire, 'cause dancin' gets her higher
than anything else she knows
Ooh, baby baby
Wont you turn your head my way?
Ooh, baby baby
Well don't skip romance 'cause
You're old enough to
Dance the night away
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HeywoodJablome
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1485 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2005 : 21:25:27
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Nice choice Kat!
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good english and she invites you up into her room
And if your so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
She takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
Up on housing project hill it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other though neither of them are to be what they claim
If your looking to get silly you'd better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same |
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Lyrics As Poetry III
