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buddie
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Post Number: 2875
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 14, 2006 - 8:27 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hello In there.. John Prine

We had an apartment in the city
Me and loretta liked living there
Well,it's been years since the
kids have grown
A life of their own left us alone

John and linda live in Omaha
And joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the korean war
And I still don't know what for
Don't matter anymore

Ya' know that old trees just grow
stronger
And old rivers grow wilder ever day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
"hello in there,hello"

Me and loretta we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back
door screen
And old news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream
That we've both seen

Someday i'll go and call up rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say if he asks
"whats new, Nothing,whats with you,
nothing much to do"

Ya know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
"hello in there,hello"

So if you're walking down the street
sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass'em by and stare
As if you didn't care,say
"hello in there,hello"
Qua da di
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TheLabRat
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Username: thelabrat

Post Number: 870
Registered: 1-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 14, 2006 - 9:40 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post


"In the end, only kindness matters."
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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 727
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Friday, December 15, 2006 - 10:15 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Sentimental is healthy, right?


Script for a Jester's Tear
--Marillion

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Mama Shine
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Username: mama_shine

Post Number: 731
Registered: 9-2006
Posted on Friday, December 15, 2006 - 10:47 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post


Like a bolt out of the blue,
Fate steps in and sees you through.....
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TheLabRat
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Username: thelabrat

Post Number: 872
Registered: 1-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 2:19 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Ditto, that!

Marillion!!! Yum!!!! Haven't thought about them in ages....gotta get out the LP's again!

OOPS! Can't do that. Stereo equipment and music is at the new house, and I'm not....yet.



A winter's day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window
To the streets below,
On a freshly fallen
silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.


I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship;
friendship causes pain.
It's laughter
and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love.
Well, I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber
of feelings that have died.
If I never loved
I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room,
safe within my womb.
I touch no one
and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries

Simon & Garfunkel
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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TheLabRat
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Username: thelabrat

Post Number: 875
Registered: 1-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 3:53 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried

We took our groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged

We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how

She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie

I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I
saw doubt or gratitude

She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another auld lang syne...

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired,
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away

Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain --


Dan Fogelberg

(Message edited by thelabrat on December 16, 2006)
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 2931
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 4:47 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

OOooh Simon & Garfunkel..
I get chills from that song!
I can still hear the harmonies from
the very first word :-)

Nexus
Across the vein of night there cuts a path
of searing light
Burning like a beacon on the edges of our
sight
At the point of total darkness and the lights
divine divide
A soul can let it's shadow stretch and land
on either side

And balanced on the precipice the moment must
reveal
Naked in the face of time,our race within the wheel
As we hang beneath the heavens,and we hover
over hell
Our hearts become the instrument we learn to
play so well

Wealthy the spirit that knows it's own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length
of the light

Outside the pull of gravity,beyond the spectral
vail
Within our carefully reasoning,we search to no avail
For the constant in the chaos,for the fulcrum
in the void
Following a destiny our steps can not avoid

Across the vein of night there cuts a path of
searing light
Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight
At the point of total darkness and the lights
divine divide
A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on
either side

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length
of the light

In a spiral never ending we are drawn toward
the source
Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force
So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath
the weight
Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate

D.Fogelberg
Qua da di
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Ninanna
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Username: numen

Post Number: 11
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 6:34 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Walkin On The Sun

It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack I know it went out but it's back
It's just like any fad it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique

So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you swallow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walkin' on the sun

Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin' man what the hell happened
Then some were spellbound some were hellbound, some they fell down
And some got back up and fought back 'gainst the melt down
And their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it

So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you swallow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walkin' on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no godlike hocus-pocus
So don't sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you swallow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walkin' on the sun

Smashmouth
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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 733
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 8:56 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

TheLabRat, woo hoo! A Marillion fan!!! Don't run across many anymore. I'm a Fish-era fan maself. Tried an album or two with the new guy, but just wasn't there.

So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 735
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 9:18 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

TheLabRat...
Do you remember?
Kayleigh
followed by
Lavender
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Post Number: 736
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 9:37 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Last one, I promise...
Heart of Lothian
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 738
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 9:56 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

k, I lied, but it goes with the lyrics posted earlier.

Script for a Jester's Tear
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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TheLabRat
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Username: thelabrat

Post Number: 881
Registered: 1-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 - 11:55 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

SG, I only have one Marillion album (I think?) and it is the one with "Incommunicado".

But, I definitely "remember" Kayleigh, as well as Lavender.

I had a friend back in the mid-eighties who turned me on to Marillion, other than what was being played on PR radio. This person knew I would like their stuff since I was a YES fan, as well as other PR groups.

I am not familiar with Fish....unless I have forgotten. Any links?

Did you also listen to Camel? I still have the "Snow Goose" album, which is the only one I have. I am not sure if I ever heard any of their other stuff?

Thanks for the links! I will try to listen shortly, but at the moment, I am a bit distracted with yet another home-repair crisis......
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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Ninanna
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Username: numen

Post Number: 16
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Sunday, December 17, 2006 - 9:40 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Cloudbusting

I still dream of Orgonon.
I wake up crying.
You're making rain,
And you're just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.

You're like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.

But every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.

I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can't hide you
From the government.
Oh, God, Daddy--
I won't forget,

'Cause every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

The sun's coming out.
Your sun's coming out.

Kate Bush
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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 751
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Sunday, December 17, 2006 - 11:35 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

TLR- That was Clutching at Straws, the last album with Fish as their lead singer. He went solo after that. Love Warm Wet Circles off that one!
No, I'm not familiar with Camel. I'll have to do a lookup. Thanks.

Nin, Hounds of Love, BEST Kate Bush album evvvvvvver! Personal favorite-Jig of Life.
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 754
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Sunday, December 17, 2006 - 11:57 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Cloudbursting
with Donald Sutherland even.
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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TheLabRat
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Username: thelabrat

Post Number: 883
Registered: 1-2006
Posted on Sunday, December 17, 2006 - 2:24 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

So, is the lead singer of Fish, the same as the lead singer in Marillion?

Learning some stuff here.....

Their sound (especially Fish) reminds me some of earyly Genesis.....both the singer's voice, and the guitar.....and, well, just the sound, in general.

Cloudbursting.....INTERESTING song, indeed!
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 2947
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Sunday, December 17, 2006 - 4:52 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Also SG on that SNL clip of BOC cowbell
in memory of..who died??

In My Life
There are places I remember
all my life,though some have changed
Some forever not the better
some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
with lovers and friends,I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
there is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
when I think of Love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
for people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
in my life I love you more

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

In my life , I love you more..........
Beatles
Qua da di
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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 755
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Monday, December 18, 2006 - 8:46 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

TLR,
Fish went solo as Fish. I think the group you're thinking of is Phish. heh heh, confused yet?
Yeah, I love that guitar sound.

Buddie, Gene Frankel was just a character made up for the skit, to give it that authentic Behind The Scenes feel. No one from the band has died yet.
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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TheLabRat
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Username: thelabrat

Post Number: 890
Registered: 1-2006
Posted on Monday, December 18, 2006 - 6:56 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

SG....no, I am familiar more with Phish that Fish!!

I just thought that the lead singer in the video you linked to for Fish, looked just like Marillion's lead singer!! No??

Buddie....YAY, BEATLES!

"In My Life" reminds me of the very first school dance I went to....the first time I ever danced with a BOY!!!!
"In the end, only kindness matters."
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Gorgon
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Username: numen

Post Number: 68
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Monday, December 18, 2006 - 11:07 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Love that video SG -

Solsbury Hill
Peter Gabriel

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
Son - he said - Grab your things,
I've come to take you home.

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Thought my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey - he said - Grab your things
I've come to take you home.
Back home.

When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey - I said - You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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sharLr
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Username: sharlr

Post Number: 333
Registered: 11-2002
Posted on Tuesday, December 19, 2006 - 8:37 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

All babies together
Everyone a seed
Half of us are satisfied
Half of us in need

Love’s bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey

A nation planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go
Greater grows the pain

And far too many
Feelin’ the strain
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world

Yeah, yeah

Gather every man
Gather every woman
Celebrate your lives
Give thanks for your children (No)

Gather everyone (Gather everyone)
Gather all together (Gather all together)
Overlookin’ none (Overlookin’ none)
Hopin’ life gets better for the world

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least

And nation after nation
Turnin’ into beasts
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world

Yeah, hey
When will there be
I wanna know now, now
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be {Harvest for the world}
When will there be {Harvest for the world}
Everybody {Harvest for the world}
Oh, talkin’ bout the children {Harvest for the world}
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
When will there be {Harvest for the world}

Much singing in my house today....Happy Solstice folks.


Your mind can never change unless you ask it to. Lovingly re-arrange the thoughts that make you blue. Massive Attack - What Your Soul Sings
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Seaweed Gate
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Post Number: 783
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Tuesday, December 19, 2006 - 8:50 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

TLR, sorry for the confusion. Yeah those videos are of Marillion. I think the confusion comes from my comments about the fish era. He left after Clutching at Straws and now they have a fellow by the name of Steve Hogarth (H).

Nin....er gorgon...er...the woman with snakes in her hair...
Did you notice the extended version of the song for that video? Threw me off at first.
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Post Number: 798
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Posted on Tuesday, December 19, 2006 - 1:10 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Unfortunately, LabRat, my only experience of Phish comes from the Medical Marijuana episode of The Simpsons [best episode evvvvver]. Phish guest starred as the headliner at a rally to legalize pot. Heh heh, only the rally was (stonedly) scheduled the day after the vote!
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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buddie
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Post Number: 2987
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Tuesday, December 19, 2006 - 7:13 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Happy Solstice sharLr how do you
celebrate?

De Do Do Do De Da Da Da (Doh)

Don't think me unkind
Words are hard to find
They're only checks I've left unsigned
From the banks of chaos in my mind
And when their eloquence escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
Is all I want to say to you
De Do Do DO De Da Da Da
Their innocence will pull me through
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
They're meaningless and all that's true

Poets priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no one is jamming their transmission
Cause when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
Is all I want to say to you
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
Their innocence will pull you through
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
Is all I want to say to you
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
They're meaningless and all thats true

The Police
Qua da di
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sharLr
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Post Number: 335
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Posted on Tuesday, December 19, 2006 - 9:39 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hehehehe, Buddie. I celebrated the Solstice by playing DnD with my partner and his kid. We fought off goblins, befriended an elf and peeing off a kobold by not returning his magic stuff to him after freeing him from prison.

At the actual Solstice moment, my partner and I went out onto the balcony for a few minutes. We were treated to a smiley-face cloud and a shooting star. A very happy evening.
Your mind can never change unless you ask it to. Lovingly re-arrange the thoughts that make you blue. Massive Attack - What Your Soul Sings
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 108
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Wednesday, December 20, 2006 - 1:10 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Remember this one?

"White Wedding"
Billy Idol

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

Hey little sister who's the one you're with
Hey little sister what's your vice and wish?
Hey little sister shot gun - oh yeah
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again - come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

Take me back home

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
I've been away for so long, so long
I've been away for so long, so long
I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again - come on -
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again

Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again

Yee haw
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3005
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Wednesday, December 20, 2006 - 7:16 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Godda love White wedding

Lets Talk Dirty in Hawaiian

Well I packed my bags and bought myself
a ticket
For the land of the tall palm tree
Aloha old Milwaukee hello Waikiki
I just stepped down from the airplane
When I heard her say
Waka wakanuka licka,waka waka nuka licka
Would you like a lei?.. eh?

Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear

It's a ukelele honolulu sunset
Listen to the grass skirts sway
Drinking rum from a pineapple
Out on honolulu bay
The steel guitars all playing
While shes talking with her hands
Gimme gimme oka doka make a wish
and want to polka
Words I understand.. Hey!

Well I boughta lota junka with my moola
And sent it to the folks back home
I never had the chance to dance the hula
Well,I guess I should have known
When you start talking to the sweet wahini
Walking in the pale moonlight
Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka-sis-
boom-boccas
Hope I said it right..Oh!

Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear

J.Prine
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 123
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 8:04 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

I like that one buddie -

I Feel Pretty

MARIA
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and
witty and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me
today
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It's
alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I
hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in
that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty
smile
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And
entrancing
Feel like running
And dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy

GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest
girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see
her
She's the one who is in an advanced state of
shock
She thinks she's in love
She thinks
she's in Spain
She isn't in love
She's
merely insane
It must be the heat
Or some rare
disease
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas
Keep away from her
Send for Chino
This is not the
Maria we know
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
Miss
America, Miss America, speech!
Miss America, bravo,
speech!

MARIA
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
That the city should give me its key
A committee
Should be organized to honour me
I feel dizzy
I feel
sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty
Miss America can just resign
See the pretty girl in that
mirror there
(What mirror, where?)
Who can that
attractive girl be?
(Which, what, where, whom?)
Such a
pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!

MARIA & GIRLS
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy


Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.


(Message edited by numen on December 21, 2006)
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 815
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 9:46 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

buddie

Now what man alive hasn't tortured his significant other with that first verse of Pretty?

(sadly, I cannot raise my hand.)

So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 818
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 10:37 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Pepper
(Crappy video...like it was edited. Some cameos.)
.
.
.
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
.
.
.
I just love the chorus...
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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Seaweed Gate
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Username: seaweed_gate

Post Number: 827
Registered: 6-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 2:07 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Freaks

(derek dick, mark kelly, steve rothery, peter trewavas, ian mosley)

Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental?
Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown?
Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground?

She said all the best freaks are here
She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me

Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night?
You search the darkness and you’re scrambling for the light
Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you?
Don’t worry my son, you’ve got the spook squad looking after you

He said all the best freaks are here
He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me, stop staring at me

Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call
You feel the eyes burn the back of your head
Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh
Feel the whispers as you head for the plane
Stop staring at me

Love and linen sheets seem so very far away
You save your pennies and you buy another day
But after all it’s only hide and seek, just another game
There’s so much fun to be had when you’re living with a name

All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here
Please stop staring at me, all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Oh, stop staring at me, oh, stop staring at me

They said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
All the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here’s my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea


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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3017
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 3:30 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Freaking at the Freakers Ball:
Dr.Hook

Come on babies grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your hips
Don't forget to bring your whips
Were going to the Freakers Ball

Blow your whistle and bang your gong
Roll up something to take along
It feels so good it must be wrong
We're freaking at the freakers ball


THe Magdalene Laundries:
Joni Mitchell

I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for heaven
I'd been cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries

Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the Magdelene laundries

Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me
Fallen women
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery..
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh charity

These bloodless brides of Jesus
If they'd just once glimpsed their groom
Then they'd know,and they'd drop to stone
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries

Peg O'Connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole
Surley to God you'd think
At least some bells would toll
One day I'm going to die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come spring
Not a spring
No,not any spring
Not any spring

(Message edited by buddie on December 21, 2006)
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 129
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 4:37 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

I remember that one!

Anyone else like tenors?


I'll take two of these please?
heheheheh
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3033
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 7:04 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

YUMMMmmmm..But that's cheating :-)
it's nice to READ the lyrics
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 142
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 11:05 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

That's how I got my grade 10.

Komm zu mir
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3045
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Friday, December 22, 2006 - 2:21 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Nothing came up..
Oh my a Santa just went into a restaurant
across the street..
hope he's not getting fueled up for
his Mall Photo shoot..

All I want is what I have coming to me
All I want is my fare share..Sally :-)
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 174
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Friday, December 22, 2006 - 4:45 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

That's weird, it works for me. Maybe it's just slow.

Those mall Santa's, they're imposters.
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3072
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Friday, December 22, 2006 - 6:45 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

There Foozeballs!!
Maybe 'cause I sorely need more memory..
after the holidays my treat to me :-)
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 185
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Friday, December 22, 2006 - 7:40 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Santa Baby - and no foozballers. hehehehe

Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa Baby, shimmy down my chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too
Light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, shimmy down my chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really thats not
Alot
Been an angel all year
Santa Baby, so shimmy down my chimney tonight

Santa honey, one little thing I really need
The deed
To a platinum mine
Santa Baby, shimmy down my chimney tonight

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex
And cheques
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, hurry and shimmy down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tif-fa-ny
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me

Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa Baby, so hurry up and shimmy down the chimney tonight
Hurry shimmy down the chimney tonight
Hurry...tonight
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3083
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Friday, December 22, 2006 - 9:18 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Discre pantz..

I won't bend
I will break
Live or die
Thats my fate

I won't lie
Ain't no fake
Not a word
That I could rape

I'll spit...you love to swallow
No matter what...I won't follow

I won't kneel
I will kill
If I bleed
Then you spill

I won't die
I will thrill
Until your mind
Is really ill

I love to spit...you love to swallow
I love to spit...I won't follow

I'll spit...you love to swallow
No matter what..I won't follow

I will break
Ain't no fake
I will kill
I'm a thrill


Gate :-)
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 191
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Friday, December 22, 2006 - 11:58 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Sweet Jane
as performed by Concrete Blonde

Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
Anyone who ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet sweet jane

Waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting there down on the corner
Thinking of ways to get back home

Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet sweet jane

Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
And anyone who's ever split apart

Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet sweet jane

Heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile

Sweet jane
Sweet sweet jane
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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Hale
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Username: hale

Post Number: 570
Registered: 7-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 23, 2006 - 12:30 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Sarah McLachlan
River

It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer singing songs of joy and peace

Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

But it don’t snow here
It stays pretty green
I’m going to make a lot of money
And then I’m going to quit this crazy scene

Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
Teach my feet to fly high

Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees


Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

But I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I gone and lost the best baby that I’ve ever had

Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

Oh I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly high
Oh I wish I had a river
That I could skate away on

I made my baby say goodbye
It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

"No Guru, no method, no teacher, Just you and I and nature"- Van Morrison
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3092
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 23, 2006 - 1:22 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Wow Hale thats a popular song..
Sarah does it also..!!
I posted it by Robert Downey Jr about
2 weeks ago..L pointed out it's originally
written and performed by Joni Mitchell..
I love the song and will make myself sick
of it before the New Year :-)
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Jera uruz
Intermediate Member
Username: numen

Post Number: 196
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 23, 2006 - 5:46 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Damn, they start doin the freak -
I go do it, do it, do it

we like hot butter on our breakfast toast

Let's dance.
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3098
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 23, 2006 - 7:05 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Christmas in Prison

It was Christmas in prison
and the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
even when I don't dream
Her names on my tongue
and her bloods in my stream

CHORUS..
Wait awhile eternity
ole' mother natures' got nothing on me
Come to me
run to me
Come to me ,now
were rollen'
My sweetheart
we're flowing
By God

She reminds me of a chess game
with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
after a prairie fire
Her heart is as big
as this whole Godamm jail
And she's sweeter than saccharine
at a drug store sale

CHORUS...

The search light in the big yard
swings round with the gun
And spot lights the snowflakes
like the dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison
there'll be music tonight
I'll probably get homesick
I Love you Good Night...

John Prine
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 199
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Saturday, December 23, 2006 - 8:38 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Oh well in that vein of hurtin music - here's one that's bleeding.

"Runaway Love"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and ain't neva met her family
Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen
Bringing home men at different hours of the night
Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight
Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out
Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little Nicole is only 10 years old
She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she making up excuses
Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight 'til the end
Until one day lil Stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
'Cause she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection he's using no glove
Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions
Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid
Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say she's about to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats 'til end]
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.
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Jera uruz
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Username: numen

Post Number: 281
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Tuesday, December 26, 2006 - 7:15 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

You gotta hear Concrete Blonde do this one -

It's a Man's World

Man made the cars
To take us over the road
Man made the trains
To carry his manmade load
Man has made everything
That he possibly can
He's busy making money
To buy from other men

It's a man's, man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Without a woman or a girl


Man made the electric light
To take us out of the dark
Man made the boats on the water
They say Noah made the Ark
You man have made everything
That you possibly can
You're so busy making money
To buy from other men

It's a man's, man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Without a woman or a girl

Lost
Well, he's lost
In his wilderness
Well, he's lost
Lost in his bitterness

It's a man's, man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Without a woman or a girl

Man said he love the little bitty baby girls
And the little bitty baby boys
Tries so hard to make them happy
With his manmade toys
Man's making everything
That he possibly can
Busy making his almighty money
To buy from other men

It's a man's, man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Without a woman or a girl
Santa is God and Foozball is the devil.

I was a geek, now I'm a level 12 Paladin.
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phoenix999
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Username: numen

Post Number: 295
Registered: 12-2006
Posted on Wednesday, December 27, 2006 - 12:08 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Speed of Sound

How long before I get in
Before it stops before I begin
How long before you decide or
Before I know what it feels like
Where to, where do I go?
If you never try then you'll never know
How long do I have to climb
Up on the side of this mountain of mine

Look up, I look up at night
Planets are moving at the speed of light,
Climb up, up in the trees
Every chance that you get is a chance you seize
How long am I gonna stand
With my head stuck under the sand
I'll start before I can stop or
Before I see things the right way up

All that noise and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand

Ideas that you'll never find
All the inventors could never design
The buildings that you put up
Japan and China all lit up
The sign that I couldn't read
or a light, that I couldn't see
Some things you have to believe
While others are puzzles, puzzling me

All that noise and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Oh, when you see it then you'll understand


All those signs I knew what they meant,
some things you can invent
Some get made and some get sent ooh

And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Oh, when you see it then you'll understand

Coldplay
"If I've made a mistake, do you think God will make a mistake? God will take care of things." -
- Padre Pio -
"I'm a mystery to myself"
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buddie
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Username: buddie

Post Number: 3137
Registered: 3-2006
Posted on Wednesday, December 27, 2006 - 1:02 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

I love Coldplay..

Every Grain of Sand..

In the time of my confession
in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet
flood every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me
reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger
and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination
to look back on any mistake
Like cain I now behold this chain
of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment
I can see the masters hand
In every leaf that trembles
in every grain of sand

Oh the flowers of indulgence
and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals they choked the breath
of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps
of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness
and memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway
of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way
I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey
I come to understand
that everyhair is numbered
Like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches
in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summers dream
in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness
fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence
on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps
like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn theres someone there
other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance
of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling
like every every grain of sand.

B.Dylan/Emmylou Harris
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