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 Posted - 07/17/2004 : 12:10:10
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Rose said quote it's time to make a mess
Time will soon be mine in time I guess
She's painting on my back a beautiful flowerpot
And she treats me she treats me she treats me like her local god
Rose said quote it's time to make a mess
This one's yours and yours is self obsessed
She's painting on my back a green tom, the beefheart one
And she cuddles and she coos and she cuts the bullshit I confessed
She said:Don't look my way
What can I possibly say
I've never seen you before today
I'm just the one that makes you think of the one
that makes you feel like you're the one
But thank you for the roses, for the roses
so thank you for the roses, for the roses
thank you for the roses, for the roses
thank you for the roses, for the roses
Rose said quote it's time to make a mess
remind me what it is that I do best
She's painting on my back some beautiful something sweet
And she treats me she treats me she beats me
Rose said quote my time has come at last
Ugly things through my mind they have passed
She's scratching on my back 'if this boy believes me'
She leaves me, deceives me and takes those flowers just to please me.....
Rose don't mind where she been
She been blind
She been mine
All this time
She been kind
She been mine
She said: Thank you for the roses, for the roses (just to please me)
Thank you for the roses, for the roses(just to please me)
Thank you for the roses, for the roses(just to please me)
Thank you for the roses, for the roses(just to please me)
Thank you.
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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offerw
* Dog in the Sand *
South Africa
1264 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2004 : 12:32:58
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Aaah Tre, I love that song. You made me put it on really loud right now.
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Posted - 07/17/2004 : 13:12:46
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good stuffs! I had to do it too! ***sigh***
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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Brackish Boy
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Sweden
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Posted - 07/17/2004 : 16:09:08
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Coming up to the dawn here
What are those burnt embers
It's fireworks, smouldering
It's fireworks, cascading in the sky
From 8 till 5 the morning,
Fireworks
Fear cracked, fear cracked
Splitting Chinese sky open,
Chinese sky at night
Exploding trees at night
Over rivers and bridges
Fireworks
Fireworks.
Fear craft.
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2004 : 16:14:56
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Good times for a change.
See, the luck I've had would make a good man turn bad.
So please, please, please let me get what I want this time.
Haven't had a dream in a long time.
See, the life I've had would make a good man turn bad.
So - for once in my life - let me get what I want:
Lord knows it would be the first time.
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2004 : 16:38:50
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Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes,
Hemmed in like a boar between arches;
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling,
I'm truely sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing.
Dear Charles, don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail,
Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?
So I checked all the registered historical facts,
And I was shocked into shame to discover:
How I'm the 18th pale descendent of
Some old queen or other.
Has the world changed or have I changed?
Has the world changed or have I changed?
As some 9-year old tough peddles drugs,
(I never even knew what drugs were)
And 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 ought to hear me play piano."
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry,
And we can talk about precious things:
But when you're tied to your mother's apron,
No-one talks about castration.
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry,
And we can talk about precious things,
Like love and law and poverty -
These are the things that kill me.
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry,
And we can talk about precious things,
But the rain that flattens my hair -
These are the things that kill me.
Passed the pub that saps your body,
And the church where she'll snatch your money:
The Queen is dead, boys,
And its so lonely on a limb.
Passed the pub that wrecks your body and the church,
All they want is your money.
The Queen is dead boys,
You can trust me, boys.
Life is very long, when you're lonely.
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
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Opaque
= Cult of Ray =
USA
251 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2004 : 17:36:30
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"Stars" by Lacuna Coil
Is it asking too much to be given time
To know these songs and to sing them
Is it asking too much of my vacant smile
And my laugh and lies that bring them
But as the stars are going out
And this stage is full of nothing
And the friends have all but gone
For my life my god I'm singing
We'll take our hearts outside
Leave our lives behind
I'll watch the stars go out
Is it asking too much of my favorite friends
To take these songs for real
Is it asking too much of my partner's hands
To take these songs real
Is it asking too much
Is it asking too much
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 07/18/2004 : 13:40:06
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That's Dubstar I think - LC musta covered it...
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
Specialist In Broken Hearts |
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Posted - 07/18/2004 : 18:03:25
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Invalid Litter Department
intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
as their shoes gripped the dirt floor
in the silhouette of dying
dancing on corpses' ashes
yeah, they had plans for him
they has spun the last of the pimps
corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips
while the guillotine just laughed again
dancing on the corpses' ashes
paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of contraband
they had been defected and excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks
a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
semi-automatic colonies
and a silencing that still walks the streets
in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales performed
their custodial customs quite well
callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels
on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well
(btw... I really love this thread... really really really)
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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Opaque
= Cult of Ray =
USA
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Posted - 07/18/2004 : 18:14:24
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quote:
Originally posted by Cheeseman1000
That's Dubstar I think - LC musta covered it...
It would appear that you are correct! And thank you for the heads up. Hrmmm... and it seems to be a condensed version of the original as well. Fascinating...
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
3426 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 04:46:25
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great thread....quite possibly my favourite is 'The Letter' by Kristin Hersh.
September 29, 1984 Dear so and so
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
I might cry I won't go home
I am turning up in circles
And I'm spinning on my knuckles
Don't forget that there are circles left undone
And very close to me
Forgive me comfort me
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
There's a blanket wrapped around my head
I'm moving in a line that's shaped like this
I'm holding in my breath
I have a room
Can you tell if I am lying
Don't forget I'm living inside the space where walls and floor meet
There's a box insied my chest
An animal stuffed with my frustrations
Can you hear me?
Don't forget that I'm alone when you're away
You make me act like other people do forgive me
Comfort me You comfort me You make me die
I'm gonna cry I won't go home
Don't kill the god of sadness
Just don't let her get you down
See the man inside this book I read can't handle his own head
So what the hell am I supposed to do ?
I wonder how he died
My hands are shaking don't you love me anymore
I only need a person, keep my shoulders
Stand around lie down move your hand above the floor
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
I'm gonna cry you look for me
Love Kristin
P.S. keep them coming
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> Teenager of the Year <
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Posted - 07/19/2004 : 04:54:05
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and another - rather different, but the delivery of this one is what makes it so powerful (aye cheeseman)....
Godspeed You! Black Emperor - the dead flag blues (intro)
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood
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GypsyDeath
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3575 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 08:50:06
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The Rose:
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
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GypsyDeath
Zapped Profile
3575 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 08:51:25
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Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus...
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith
Just thought I'd throw that in there... |
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GypsyDeath
Zapped Profile
3575 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 08:55:57
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Reason To Be Beautiful - Hole
Love hangs herself,
with the bedsheets in her cell.
Threw myself on fires for you.
10 good reasons to stay alive.
10 good reasons that I can't find.
Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful.
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul.
Oh, give me a reason.
Oh, and everything I am.
Love hates you.
I live my life in ruins for you.
And for all your secrets kept,
I squashed the blossom, and the blossom's dead.
Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful.
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul.
Oh, and I will make myself so beautiful.
Oh, and everything I am.
Miles and miles of perfect skin.
I swear I do - I fit right in.
My love burns through everything.
I cannot breathe.
Miles and miles of perfect sin.
I swear, I said - I fit right in.
I fit right in your perfect skin.
I cannot breathe.
Hey baby, take it all the way down.
Hey baby, taste me anyway.
Oh, you were born so pretty, oh summerbabe.
We'll never know. And fading like a rose.
Give me a reason to be beautiful.
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul.
I'll give you my body, just sell me your soul.
Oh, and everything I am will be bought and sold.
Oh, and everything I am will turn hard and cold.
And they say in the end, you'll get bitter - just like them.
And they steal your heart away.
When the fire goes out, you better learn to fake. It's better to rise than to fade away.
Hey, you were right. Named a star for your eyes. Did you freeze? Did you weep? Turn to gold? Baby - sleep. Hey, honey mine. I was there all the time. And I weep at your feet. And it rains and rains......
Just thought I'd throw that in there... |
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GypsyDeath
Zapped Profile
3575 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 08:58:35
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Without You I'm Nothing - Placebo
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
I'll take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
I'll take it by your side.
tick - tock [x3]
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all
I...
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
I...
Fall.
Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
Without you, I'm nothing at all.
Just thought I'd throw that in there... |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 10:43:29
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Floyd the Barber
Bell on door clanks - come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down chair, don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face
I was shaved (x3)
Barney ties me to the chair
I can't see, I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip
Pee-Pee pressed against my lips
I was shamed (x3)
I sense others in the room
Opey Aunt Bee, I presume
They take turns in cut me up
I died smothered in Andy's butt
I was shaved (x3)
Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book, page 46.
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Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 10:44:21
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Swap Meet
(x3)
They lead a lifetime that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs full
They make their living off of arts and crafts
The kind with seashells, driftwood and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show
-- Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
-- Keeps her photographs close to her heart
-- Keeps the bitterness close to the heart
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Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:27:53
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I recognise that for some reason monkey, who's it by?
'Like A Forest'
Black, like a forest,
And still, like a lion,
My knees are bended,
We used to speak a different language.
I wasted my breath,
On words soon forgotten,
Left unattended,
They're moving their feet,
But nobody's dancing.
Ah, take your time;
Ah, take your time;
How can I blame you,
For all of the screaming that I've had to turn to?
Just in time,
To go off in my hands.
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
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Ebb Vicious
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1162 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:33:15
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monkey's by the same guy as this song:
underneath the bridge
the tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals i've trapped
have all become my pets
and i'm living off of grass
and the drippings from my ceiling
it's ok to eat fish
'coz they don't have any feelings
something in the way
something in the way, yeah
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
8201 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:35:04
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Oh. Maybe I was thinking of something else then.
Kind regards,
Dr. Simon
Specialist In Broken Hearts |
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Ebb Vicious
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1162 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:36:32
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"Mr. Lucky" (C.Connelly)
Hey, did I see you at the sizzler last night?
I never heard of them. Do you have change for a dollar?
No, but I'll bet that dress is real expensive.
Its too cold, and I can't stand salty stuff.
Let me get that for ya baby.
You should speak to my room-mate. She owns two of them.
Ever seen one of these before?
You're shorter than me!
You're shorter than me.
Mr Lucky just hit the street, and he's lookin for something
sweet.
He's gonna steal himself a cop car, cheap ass blow, and a bite
to eat.
"I'm gonna score me a b.p. vest
Pimp my intellect and burn the rest
Cut a few scars in the life story bar
Get a big load off my chest..."
"Don't you know I got two things on my mind.
First one's nothing, second's woman kind!
Introduce me to the fox with goldie locks, and mama bear's behind.
A black cat's crossed your path.
Valentino and psychopath
Claw me in the light of the stars tonight
Drown me in your bath...
With her back against the record machine,
She's a 4am beauty queen
If I throw a six she's mine tonight
Undressed and seventeen
WAIT A MINUTE!
Who's that lucky guy? He's got the devil in his eye
Rings on his fingers and an empty glass and a queen with a big surprise...
Mr Lucky just hit the deck, with the liquor in full effect,
Lend me an ear and a shot and a beer and I'll pay with a third-party check,
Hey, what's the matter with you, man?
You gonna burn me catch as catch can
Throw him a bone and he'll leave you alone
Don't blink he's a lucky man...
Disco! Disco-mystic!
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shineoftheever
> Teenager of the Year <
Canada
4307 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:40:13
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Oh yeah
repeat a lot of times
ow ow
chick chicka chicka
repeat
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ow ow
chick chicka chicka
repeat
"These waters run deep, it's clear my little one/Blue velvet star sky not a sound
The light in your eyes, the smile on your ruby lips/Tells me my lost soul is found" |
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shineoftheever
> Teenager of the Year <
Canada
4307 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:44:28
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Do something about your long, filthy hair
It looks like a rat's nest
Do something about your mullet
Get out the hair clippers, jerk
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Get the rat's nest off your head
Get that crazy-ass mother off your skull
Take your ass to the barber shop
Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
The mullet is the reason why people hate you
They are sick of looking at your nappy weed-sack
Nobody wants to look at you with that mullet on your head
Why don't you cut that mullet, you numbskull
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
Cut the mullet
"These waters run deep, it's clear my little one/Blue velvet star sky not a sound
The light in your eyes, the smile on your ruby lips/Tells me my lost soul is found" |
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Ebb Vicious
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1162 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2004 : 12:46:55
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quote:
Originally posted by shineoftheever
Oh yeah
repeat a lot of times
ow ow
chick chicka chicka
repeat
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ow ow
chick chicka chicka
repeat
it's not 'ow ow' it's 'doo bow-bow (oh yeah)' listen more carefully next time! |
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Posted - 07/20/2004 : 11:16:58
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you're such a beautiful freak
i wish there were more just like you
you're not like all of the others
and that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
some people think you have a problem
but that problem lies only with them
just 'cause you are not like the others
but that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
yeah that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
too good for this world
but i hope you will stay
and i'll be here to see that you don't fade away
you're such a beautiful freak
i bet you are flying inside
dart down and then go for cover
and know that i
i love you
beautiful freak,
you know that i
i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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Posted - 07/20/2004 : 11:18:58
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disjointed
scare ourselves of all that you wanna be
just got paid and now your going
how long should you be
if I get scared i'll just call you
and i miss your glow as i unsettle
oh and i'll always feel I will always be
right, one, two, three, four
so sad you're sitting tight well come and live
with me
leukemia schizophrenia polyethylene
there is no significant risk to your health
she used to be beautiful once as well
plastic bag middle class polyethylene
decaffeinate,
i'll let it keep all surfaces clean
if you don't believe me, sell your soul
if you don't get into it, no one will
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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shineoftheever
> Teenager of the Year <
Canada
4307 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2004 : 11:23:11
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quote:
Originally posted by Ebb Vicious
it's not 'ow ow' it's 'doo bow-bow (oh yeah)' listen more carefully next time!
I got the lyrics from site, I personally think it's "bom-bom-chick-a chick-aaaaaaaaaaaaaa-bom-bom"
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Posted - 07/20/2004 : 11:30:36
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What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines... He never
Waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from
The rest of us... He's all
To himself... I think I know
Why... He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see... He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying... and
What about all those packages
He sends. What's he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What's he building
In there... I'll tell you one thing
He's not building a playhouse for
The children what's he building
In there?
Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor... and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low... and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show...
He has a router
And a table saw... and you
Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink
Of course... But there's also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse... What's he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
consulting business in Indonesia...
but what is he building in there?
What the hell is building in there?
He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little
Time in jail...
I heard he was up on the
Roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's
Always whistling...
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?
We have a right to know...
Frank Black ate my Hamster
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KimStanleyRobinson
* Dog in the Sand *
1972 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2004 : 11:43:44
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Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roar
The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore
Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'til I get back in town
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
So send me off to bed for evermore
Just make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town, and just
And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Will you send me off to bed for evermore
Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Send me off to bed for evermore,
send me off to bed for evermore....
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offerw
* Dog in the Sand *
South Africa
1264 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2004 : 11:50:17
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Ooh Tre and KimSr, now you've got me going...
Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy
One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could stand that dog
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Ebb Vicious
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1162 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2004 : 12:15:52
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the morn the morn the morn
the morn that i was born my old man beat up the doctor
he clocked the doctor 'coz the doctor said i looked like chewbacca
the doctor said "sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me.
i did not mean your lovely wife was shacking up with a wookiee.
what i mean is wolverine is less hairy than your son.
he looks like chewie, ba-ba booey and a hong kong fooie all in one.
to put it mild your newborn child is crazy nutty foo-foo lookin'
i'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin'."
but why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'coz my fifteen year old cousin has less acne
but why's everybody always pickin' on me?
ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
but why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'coz you've got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
but why's everyobdy always pickin' on me?
'coz you're white but got a nose like bill cosby
why's everybody always picki'n on me?
always pickin' and rippin' apart poor jimmy pop ali
i got a schnoz like the cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you
so back me up bill "yeah and you're ugly too."
so what if i brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese
or wear a fishnet shirt by chams with my sergio valenti jeans
and my mirror never lies but it always verifies
i got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
you compare me to a monchichi but i don't understand
why you think that i'm deformed like the elephant man
and yeah i took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
but at least this time i didn't find my date in the back of a hearse
about as popular with the girls as engelbert humperdink
and that might be 'coz everybody calls me shrinky dink
i know i'm known as polaroid i'm not a total retard
it's 'coz i'm done in thirty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz you wore velour flares 'til the late eighties
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz you run like a girl and you sit down to pee
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz your only school chum was the lunch lady
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
you took your mom to the prom but got lucky
like that episode where gilligan gets sick of being teased
so he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some lsd
peaks freaks and eats the skipper's brain then beats ginger with coconuts
as mr. howell and lovey burn alive inside of their grass huts
oh he'll kill again that gilligan they should have let him be
and like a postal clerk i'll go berserk if you don't stop teasin' me
see the trick is to only pick on those who can't do you no harm
like the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
the drummer from def leppard's only got one arm
but why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'coz my fifteen year old cousin has less acne
but why's everybody always pickin' on me?
ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
but why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'coz you've got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
but why's everyobdy always pickin' on me?
'coz you're white but got a nose like bill cosby
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz you wore velour flares 'til the late eighties
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz you run like a girl and you sit down to pee
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz your only school chum was the lunch lady
but why's everybody always pickin' on me
'coz no one likes you monkey boy |
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2004 : 12:45:35
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The Good Old Days
If Queen Bodecia is long dead and gone
Well the spirit in her childrens childrens children still lives on
And if Elvis he was the king had his piece of the pie
Well now his century's over im having mine
But if you've lost your faith in love and music the end wont be long
Because if its gone for you then i too may lose it and that would be wrong
You know ive tried so hard to keep myself from falling
Back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Because there were no good old days
These are the good old days
And its not about, tenements and needles
And all the elvis in the eyes and the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard games
And a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
The arcadian dream has all fallen through
But the Albion sails on course
So man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the pig mans found the source
And theres twelve rude boys on the oars
(they're singing "row row row")
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Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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Homers_pet_monkey
= Official forum monkey =
United Kingdom
17125 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2004 : 12:57:46
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What A Waster
What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside, you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the Book of Revelations
Or the Beano, or the unabridged Ulysses
Oh, I really wanna know
So tell me
Where does all the money go, where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose
And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
What a divvy, what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed, paying my rent
He was knocking on the door for something that she lent her brother
Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tommorow now, save me from tommorow
Oh no
Oh no, not me
And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
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Live every day as if it were your last. Eventually you'll be right
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GypsyDeath
Zapped Profile
3575 Posts |
Posted - 07/21/2004 : 08:17:16
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Rival Schools - Good Things
And I, I long to be, inside your company.
Good things are coming our way, I know they always have.
In time, go far away, a place where we can go I know we will some day, our own
Until then, I will lay inside, the Sun'll rise in time
Don't be so selfless.
I wait on everything I dare to.
You can't be so helpless, I'll say what I'm going to do
Good things are coming our way.
Good things are coming our way.
And I, I long to be, inside your company(I wait 'till I have to do less)
Whenever you know we'll go wherever you wanted to.
Been wishing I was somewhere else now, drive along to escape.
Good things are coming.
Don't be so selfless.
I wait on everything I dare to.
Can't be so helpless, I'll say what I'm going to do.
Good things are coming our way.
Good things are coming our way, I'll wait till I have to do less.
Drive along to our escape,
Just thought I'd throw that in there... |
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