mex
SENATOR BABYHEAD  Posts: 111 Registered: 6/22/2005 Offline
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8/3/2005 at 07:24 |
The song what changed my life was "Anarchy in the U.K."
You bunch of over sensitive, lilly livered pricks will probably report me for this,but for god's sake, get a life and be a man.
Get some violence in your lives, it's refreshing to wake up with cuts and bruises, aching all over knowing you kicked the fuck out of three or four hippies what shuffle about moaning about the injustice of it all and do fuck all except smoke weed and whine about a girl they shagged once but can't get her back. If you want to moan about that shite, do it here, but I can't sit by and not give you shit
Soft twats.
(do I get suspened for this?)
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BeachGoat
DARTH MENSES  Posts: 431 Registered: 10/31/2003 Offline
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8/3/2005 at 07:52 |
Stick to your guns
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Nobody knows the trouble this poor boy’s seen
People will believe anything
Man on the run
Always gets it in the end
Nobody cares ’cause nobody shares his dream
People don’t believe anything
Everything is changed
Everything is still the same
It’s just a part of the game
Blood on the moon
Patterns running across the floor
A musical inside a movie inside a dream
Guess you can believe anything
Everything is changed
Everything is still the same
It’s all a part of the game
Mama, papa, boys, and girls
Holding hands around the world
Wrong is wrong and right is right
Nothing changes overnight
I’ll believe it when I see it in black and white
Tell me the truth
Nobody leaves here alive
In the black core of doubt
Trying to get out in the light
Sometimes you can’t see anything
Everyone is changed
Everyone is still the same
They can’t get out of the game
Todd Rundgren --Black & White--
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PunjabDickenson
Tender vittles  Posts: 35 Registered: 7/20/2005 Offline
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8/4/2005 at 00:55 |
Ruby... here I am... I'm rubbin from my belly like some guava jelly
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PunjabDickenson
Tender vittles Posts: 35 Registered: 7/20/2005 Offline
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8/5/2005 at 02:04 |
and of course, the anti-nowhere league....
God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to bang my brains
I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream…..reality
People ride about all day
In metal boxes made away
I wish that they would drop the bomb
And kill these cunts that don't belong
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me
My mother thinks that I am a jerk
Because I hate my bleeding work
Be like your daddy he's sincere
But don't be true ………..or you'll be queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
with boring cunts that give me jibe
their talking of the love they give
they never give………they never give
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me
God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to bang my brains
I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream…..reality
People ride about all day
In metal boxes made away
I wish that they would drop the bomb
And kill these cunts that don't belong
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me
My mother thinks that I am a jerk
Because I hate my bleeding work
Be like your daddy he's sincere
But don't be true ………..or you'll be queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
with boring cunts that give me jibe
their talking of the love they give
they never give………they never give
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
And they hate me
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azron123
I can break you with my mind. Watch, I'll do it.   SSHOLEPosts: 1505 Registered: 3/6/2003 Offline
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8/5/2005 at 03:59 |
government_death_robot: The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all through the town.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish,
all through the town.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep,
all through the town..
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink.
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink,
all through the town.
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back,
move on back, move on back;"
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back",
all through the town.
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah".
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah",
all through the town.
The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush;
Shush, shush, shush;
Shush, shush, shush."
The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush"
all through the town.
Quick! Somebody bitch slap the kid in the backseat before he starts singing about beer bottles on the wall
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BeachGoat
DARTH MENSES Posts: 431 Registered: 10/31/2003 Offline
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8/6/2005 at 09:08 |
Strap them kids in
Give em a lil bit of vodka
in a cherry coke
were goin to oklahoma
to the family reunion
for the first time in years
its up at uncle slatons
cuz hes gettin on in years
no longer travels but hes
still pretty spry
hes not much on talk
and hes too mean to die
and they'll be comin down
from kansas and west arkansas
it'll be one big old party
like you've never saw
uncle slaton's got his texan pride
back in the thickets with his asian bride
hes got an airstream trailer and a
holstein cow
still makes whiskey cuz he still knows how
plays that choctaw bingo every friday night
you know he had to leave texas but he won't say why
he owns a quarter section up by lake ufalla
caught a great big ol bluecat on a driftin jugline
sells his hardwood timber to the chippin mill
cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sell
he cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sell
you know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell
my cousin roscoe, slaton's oldest boy
from his second marraige up in illinois
he's raised in east st louis by his
mamma's people where they do things different
thought he'd come on down
hes goin to dallas texas in a semi truck
caught from that big mcdonalds
you know that one thats built up on that
big old bridge across the will rogers turnpike
took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarrets
at that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings
and the cherokee nations hittin the skogee late that night
somebody ran the stoplight at the shawnee bypass
roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite
bob and mae come up from
some little town way down by
lake texoma where he coaches football
they were two-A champions for two years running
but he says they wont be this year
no they wont be this year
and he stopped off in tushka at the pop knife and gun place
bought a sks rifle and a couple full cases of that steel core ammo
with the beardam primers from some east bloc nation
that no longer needs em
and a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol
i mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
and some surplus tracers for that old BAR
of slatons as soon as it gets dark
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time
ruth-anne and lynn come from baxter springs
thats one hell-raisin town way down in
southeastern kansas
got a biger bar next to the lingerie store
thats got rollin stones lips up there in
bright pink neon
and they're right downtown where everyone can see em
and they burn all night
you know they burn all night
they burn all night
*
{{LIVE in AUGHT-THREE}}
Ruth Ann an Lynne they wear them
cutoff britches an' their
skinny little halters an' they're
seconds cousins to me
man, I don't care I wanna
get between 'em with a
great big ol' hardon like a
old ["bulldart"(?)] fencepost you can
hang a railpipe gate from
do some
Sister Twisters til th'
cows come home an' we'll be
havin' us a time
havin' us a time
*
Uncle slaton's got his texan pride
back in the thickets with his asian bride
hes got a corner pasture and an acre lots
he sells them owner financed strictly to them
its got no kind of credit
cause he knows they're slackers
and they'll miss that payment
and he'll take it back
plays that choctaw bingo
every friday night
he drinks his johnny walker
at that club 69
were gonna strap those kids in
give em a lil bit of Benadryll
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time
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PunjabDickenson
Tender vittles Posts: 35 Registered: 7/20/2005 Offline
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8/7/2005 at 01:56 |
and now this new one...
"... I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm good once, as I ever was..." |
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Dumbskull
I'm assuming the position!  SSHOLEPosts: 1903 Registered: 4/22/2004 Offline
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8/7/2005 at 03:06 |
That's it, I am cuttin the umbilical cord.
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Danny_Inferno
SIR BABYHEAD  Posts: 93 Registered: 1/9/2005 Offline
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11/17/2005 at 22:05 |
There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain,
tears on the letter I write.
There's a woman I long to touch and I'm missing her so much
but she's drifting like a satellite.
There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze,
laughter down on Elizabeth Street
And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
where she bathed in a stream of pure heat.
Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise
but he practiced what he preached from the heart.
A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me
the time and the place that we'd part.
There's a baby in the arms of a woman in a rage
And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that nobody can write.
Oh, where are you tonight?
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure,
to live it you have to explode.
In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed,
sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John,
strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but
she had some way of finding them out.
He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same,
she was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf.
She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair
and discovered her invisible self.
There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped,
There's a million dreams gone, there's a landscape being raped,
As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape,
I won't, but then again, maybe I might.
Oh, if I could just find you tonight.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within,
'til both of us fell by the way.
Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees
while the law looks the other way.
Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes,
the guy you were lovin' couldn't stay clean.
It felt outa place, my foot in his face,
but he should-a stayed where his money was green.
I bit into the root of forbidden fruit
with the juice running down my leg.
Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss
and who always was too proud to beg.
There's a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room
and a pathway that leads up to the stars.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise,
remind me to show you the scars.
There's a new day at dawn and I've finally arrived.
If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'll know I've survived.
I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive,
But without you it just doesn't seem right.
Oh, where are you tonight?
-Bob Dylan
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ghostrider
liberal exit  SSHOLEPosts: 2451 Registered: 7/29/2004 Offline
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12/16/2005 at 20:39 |
Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college halls
Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn’t I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh is it too late to say I’m sorry?
And kayleigh could we get it together again?
I just can’t go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh I never thought I’d miss you
And kayleigh I thought that we’d always be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end?
Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember loving on the floor in belsize park
Do you remember dancing in stilettoes in the snow
Do you remember you never understood I had to go
By the way, didn’t I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh I just wanna say I’m sorry
But kayleigh I’m too scared to pick up the phone
To hear you’ve found another lover to patch up our broken home
Kayleigh I’m still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh it’s more important to me now you’re gone
Maybe it will prove that we were right
Or ever prove that I was wrong
-Marillion
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vasudeva
Bad Taste in your Mouth  SSHOLEPosts: 4469 Registered: 3/8/2002 Offline
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12/16/2005 at 20:50 |
mex: The song what changed my life was "Anarchy in the U.K."
You bunch of over sensitive, lilly livered pricks will probably report me for this,but for god's sake, get a life and be a man.
Get some violence in your lives, it's refreshing to wake up with cuts and bruises, aching all over knowing you kicked the fuck out of three or four hippies what shuffle about moaning about the injustice of it all and do fuck all except smoke weed and whine about a girl they shagged once but can't get her back. If you want to moan about that shite, do it here, but I can't sit by and not give you shit
Soft twats.
(do I get suspened for this?)
Haha. I just noticed this armchair anarchist rebelling against the man all to himself in this thread.
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ghostrider
liberal exit SSHOLEPosts: 2451 Registered: 7/29/2004 Offline
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12/16/2005 at 20:51 |
Railing against the man is lonely business.
hay, Isn't that as song from Ishtar ?
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jwalker
Token Discordian  SSHOLEPosts: 949 Registered: 8/6/2005 Offline
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12/17/2005 at 17:33 |
Know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
Like he’s riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So I approach with tact, suggest that he should relax
But he’s always moving much too fast
Said he’ll see me on the flipside
On this trip he’s taken for a ride
He’s been taking too much on ...
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...
He’s yet to come back, but I see his picture
Doesn’t look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder about his insides
It’s like his thoughts are too big for his size
He’s been taken, where, I don’t know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
And there he goes...
And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles, and he’s still strong
Nothing’s changed, but the surrounding bullshit
That has grown
And now he’s home, and we’re laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seemed distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step, he’s off again
- Pearl Jam
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Tango
Tender vittles  Posts: 21 Registered: 1/8/2005 Offline
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12/18/2005 at 10:01 |
I'm big, I'm bad
I might even be your dad
I start each day with a bottle of Ripple
Hell, I'm the guy that pierced your mama's nipple
I do anything I please
And I'm proud to tell you that I am
The King of Sleaze
Ya say yer man's dried up and yer lookin' fer kicks
Well, I can suck on you honey like a bucket of ticks
Hoy, hoy back off boy
'Cause the women 'round here want the real McCoy
I eat anything I please
Don't need no monkey to pick my fleas
Cause I am the King of Sleaze
I'm free as the breaze
Stay up late if I please
Hubba hubba hubba
King of Sleaze
-Beat Farmers-
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DukeofDisaster
Tender vittles  Posts: 8 Registered: 4/7/2006 Offline
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4/11/2006 at 19:37 |
"Come down...get off your fucking cross...we need the fucking space...to nail the next fool martyr!"-MJK Eulogy
"I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids,
And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain,
Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction,
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children. Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
Now I have to back petal from the shower of glass and metal,
Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier...
And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older,
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. "Now get a close up of his head..."
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat. Sometimes in groups of the three.
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris.
All they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind. He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll,
So we cheer him on, but espestos is affecting our breath control.
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls,
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TVs.
Freedom WILL be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
Viewers are glued to television screens, stuck, 'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music.
I'll show you which culture to punp your fist at and what foot is right to kiss.
We don't know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this.
We know who the heros are...not the xenophobes who act hard,
"We taught that dog to squat. How dare he do that shit in our own back yard!"
They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape?
While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank,
With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst.
Now get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle,
Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles.
There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble,
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wolfer
DARTH MENSES  Posts: 456 Registered: 12/1/2003 Offline
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4/11/2006 at 19:45 |
Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further everyday
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be Missing one inside of me
Deadly loss this cant be real
Cannot stand this hell i feel
Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me but now, hes gone
No one but me can save myself, but its too late
Now i cant think, think why i should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now i will just say goodbye
Goodbye
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ghostrider
liberal exit SSHOLEPosts: 2451 Registered: 7/29/2004 Offline
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4/11/2006 at 19:50 |
{COWBOI TEAR}
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose, let it fall
Lay it soft against my skin
Like the shadow on the wall
Come and lay down by my side
Till the early morning light
All I’m taking is your time
Help me make it through the night
I don’t care what’s right or wrong
I won’t try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
’cause tonight I need a friend
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night
I don’t care what’s right or wrong
I won’t try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
’cause tonight I need a friend
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night
I don’t want to be alone
Help me make it through the night
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DukeofDisaster
Tender vittles Posts: 8 Registered: 4/7/2006 Offline
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4/24/2006 at 18:10 |
I've listened to the new Tool album a few times already and really like the song "Right In Two" with the following lyrics:
Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,
Where there's one you're bound to divide it
Right in two
Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade,
And where there's one
they're bound to divide it,
Right in two.
Right in two.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They make a club
And beat their brother..down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant IS A CREATURE WHO WOULD SQUANDER THE ABILITY TO LIFT A LIGHT
A HEAVEN CONSCIOUS OF THIS FLEETING TIME HERE
Cut it all right in two (x4)
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over life, over blood, over prayer, overhead and light
Fight over love, over sun, over another
Fight...
Angels on the sideline again
BEEN SO LONG WITH patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end
Cut it all right in two (x3)
Right in two
Right in two...
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