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Technical Services Administrator Member  |
We need to start a new one, so to inaugerate this one, I figured I'd start off with a classic :
_____________________________________________________________ "He's probably one of those people that thinks Elvis is dead." -- Agent Mulder |
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Yahr, fear the power of the elf-man! Member  |
It is far from a classic but it always makes me smile. Hoary to Amy who does not fear the big bad music industry.
Bonus points if you can guess what this song is about and shame on you for jumping to conclusions. 
------------------------------ my cup runs over but I am so blind I just complain as it spills around me |
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Technical Services Administrator Member |
Is it about a baby?
_____________________________________________________________ "He's probably one of those people that thinks Elvis is dead." -- Agent Mulder |
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Doddering stodger Member  |
you're both under arrest
 anna begins-counting crows My friend assures me it's all or nothing I am not worried- I am not overly concerned My friend implores me for one time only, Make an exception. I am not not worried Wrap her up in a package of lies Send her off to a coconut island I am not worried - I am not overly concerned With the status of my emotions Oh, she says, were changing. But were always changing It does not bother me to say this isn't love Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love And I guess I'm going to have to live that But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray Or something in between And I can always change my name if that's what you mean My friend assures me it's all or nothing` But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make Yourself forget To make your self forget I am not worried If it's love she said, then were gonna have to think about the Consequences She can't stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and..... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away and anna begins to change her mind These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering For days she says. And I'm not ready for this sort of thing But I'm not gonna break And I'm not going to worry about it anymore I'm not gonna bend. and I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore It seems like I should say as long as this is love... But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just Snap her up in a butterfly net- Pin her down on a photograph album I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before But then I start to think about the consequences Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and... The time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away and anna begins change my mind And every time she sneezes I believe it's love And oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing She s talking in her sleep-it s keeping me awake And anna begins to toss and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand it and Oh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thing Her kindness bangs a gong It's moving me along and anna begins to fade away It s chasing me away. she dissappears, and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thin |
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Yahr, fear the power of the elf-man! Member |
Yes it was written by Andy Partridge when his son Harry was born but it is also describing something else that is very dear to Andy. ------------------------------ my cup runs over but I am so blind I just complain as it spills around me |
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im assuming this is just a random lyrics kinda thread....so here goes.
Xanex & Wine - U2 My cell is ringing, no ID I want to know who's calling My garden's overgrown I go out on my belly's crawling I got CCTV, pornography, CNBC I got the nightly news to get to know the enemy All I want is a picture of you All I want is to get right next to you All I want is your picture in a locket Your face in my pocket Take a pill to stop it Take me, save me from myself I know that you've been good to me Now I need you not to be Wake me, I fear I can't be asleep I'm buying things I cannot afford I'm on a high diving board Two drugs keeping me dry Xanex and wine I'm going nowhere Where I am, it is a lot of fun There in the desert To dismantle an atomic bomb I watch you shadow box Check the stocks, I'm in detox Want a lot of what you got What you got can make this stop All I want is a picture of you All I want is to get right next to you All I want is your picture in a locket Your face in my pocket Take a pill to stop it Take me, save me from myself I know that you've been good to me Now I need you not to be Wake me, I fear I can't be asleep Try not to look so bored You're buying things you cannot afford I got your drive, I know you want my Xanex and wine Don't you worry ˜bout your mind Seems I worry all the time Don't you worry, you'll be fine You should worry ˜bout the day That the pain, it goes away You know, I miss mine sometimes There is no fiction That will truly fit this situation I'm documenting every detail Every conversation Not used to talking to somebody in the body Somebody in a body It's somebody in a body In a body there's somebody Somebody in a body Somebody, somebody, somebody It's somebody in a body Somebody in a body Somebody in a body there's somebody ************************ every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. all kill their inspiration and sing about the grief. -- U2_The Fly |
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Elah Adonijai Member  |
Hey Shooboxx, what cd is that from? I've never heard it before. Lyrics make it look like it's from their latest...is it a b-side? If so, too bad. It would've added to album as a whole.
____________________________________________________________________ "Patriotism is defined as the last resort of a scoundrel. With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer i beg to submit that it is the first." - Ambrose Bierce ---------------------- A Good Scoundrel isn't Hard to Find |
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Has no front teeth Member  |
I love Joe Jackson
Real Men Take your mind back - I don't know when Sometime when it always seemed To be just us and them Girls that wore pink And boys that wore blue Boys that always grew up better men Than me and you What's a man now - what's a man mean Is he rough or is he rugged Is he cultural and clean Now it's all change - it's got to change more 'Cause we think it's getting better But nobody's really sure And so it goes - go round again But now and then we wonder who the real men are See the nice boys - dancing in pairs Golden earring golden tan Blow-wave in the hair Sure they're all straight - straight as a line All the gays are macho Can't you see their leather shine You don't want to sound dumb - don't want to offend So don't call me a faggot Not unless you are a friend Then if you're tall and handsome and strong You can wear the uniform and I could play along And so it goes - go round again But now and then we wonder who the real men are Time to get scared - time to change plan Don't know how to treat a lady Don't know how to be a man Time to admit - what you call defeat 'Cause there's women running past you now And you just drag your feet Man makes a gun - man goes to war Man can kill and man can drink And man can take a whore Kill all the blacks - kill all the reds And if there's war between the sexes Then there'll be no people left And so it goes - go round again But now and then we wonder who the real men are ______________________ Fandangling across the moony sky, went the Beezee bold as brass, side-saddle she sat, on a big painted bat, shooting moonbeams out of her a(censored)e. ~Joe ________________________ Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy¦ooh ooh ooh the sky's the limit! |
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As sweet as fresh-cooked Babycakes. Yahr! Member  |
I don't remember
Did something in my past create a hole? Don't use your gender To drive a stake right through my soul I live to function On my own is all I know No friends to mention No distraction, nowhere to go Shallow, shallow Give it to me, Give in to me Scissors cutting out your anger Shallow, shallow No good to me, not if you bleed Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter This city drains me Well maybe it's the smell of gasoline The millions pain me It's easier to talk to my PC I live to function On my own is all I know No friends to mention No distraction, nowhere to go Shallow, shallow Give it to me, Give in to me Scissors cutting out your anger Shallow, shallow No good to me, not if you bleed Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter Shallow, Porcupine Tree ~~~~~~~~~~ we don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.... |
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Elah Adonijai Member |
In a Sarah McLachlin kind of mood.
Good Enough Hey your glass is empty it's a hell of a long way home why don't you let me take you it's no good to go alone I never would have opened up but you seemed so real to me after all the bullshit I've heard it's refreshing not to see I don't have to pretend she doesn't expect it from me Don't tell me I haven't been good to you don't tell me I have never been there for you just tell me why nothing is good enough Hey little girl would you like some candy your momma said that it's OK The door is open come on outside no I can't come out today it's not the wind that cracked your shoulder and threw you to the ground who's there that makes you so afraid you're shaken to the bone and I don't understand you deserve so much more than this So don't tell me why he's never been good to you don't tell me why he's never been there for you don't you know that why is simply not good enough so just let me try and I will be good to you just let me try and I will be there for you I'll show you why you're so much more than good enough... ____________________________________________________________________ "Patriotism is defined as the last resort of a scoundrel. With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer i beg to submit that it is the first." - Ambrose Bierce ---------------------- A Good Scoundrel isn't Hard to Find |
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Misused handkerchief mender Member  |
one of my personal all-time favorites, which just happened to come up on i-tunes (one more in favor of my friends theory that i-tunes/ipods can read minds)
Ben Harper - Another Lonely Day Yes indeed, I'm alone again. And here comes emptiness crashing in. It's either love or hate, I can't find in between, 'cause I've been with witches and I've been with a queen. It wouldn't have worked out anyway. So now it's just another lonely day. Further along we just may. But for now it's just another lonely day. Wish there was something now I could say or do. I can resist anything but the temptation from you. But I'd rather walk alone than chase you around. I'd rather fall myself than let you drag me on down. It wouldn't have worked out anyway. And now it's just another lonely day. Further along we just may. But for now, it's just another lonely day. Yesterday seems like a life ago, 'cause the one I love today, I hardly know, You I held so close in my heart, Oh dear, Grow further from me with every fallen tear. It wouldn't have worked out anyway. So now it's just another lonely day. Further along we just may. But for now it's just another lonely day. For now it's just another lonely day. For now it's just another lonely day. ********************************************** "You guys are nuts" Homer Jay Simpson Head of the Department of Theoretical and Advanced Methods of Procrastination and Overseer of Laziness Studies at the UUP |
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is part of the international oatmeal conspiracy Member  |
i feel very much the last stanza of this song today
High Ranking Official of the Realm of Unproductivity and Procrastination, Dean of the UUP, First Class member of the order of the Pineapple. scruffy ambulating reanimated hypothetical vegetarian leigonairre of the undead. ~ Cav Look, I've got a cape and a tendency towards violence. It does not make me a superhero! ~ Domitella |
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of the sparkly hair brigade Member  |
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin The 75 Delirians? Umm well, number 2 is off sick, 38 is suffering from a mild case of sanity, and 74 has run off to the world of men to spread sparkly gigglepops to their drab civilization. Is she nuts? Oh yes, she scored very highly on the entrance exam! |
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the Wicked Little Critta Member  |
The Boxer
Simon and Garfunkel
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has a beaver that talks Member  |
There's a skeleton in everybody's closet
I can think of one or two in my own room But I would like to introduce them both to you You'd shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom (CHORUS) 'Cause you're so kind I know you would not mind You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now And the things I fear Just wouldn't seem so near And when I stroll out late at night There would be nothing rattling at my hells There are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed But I know if you were sleeping there beside me then That you could fend them off and they would let me rest There are nights When the wind comes howling through my old place I have dreams And I wake up with the sweat pouring down my face And I wait till the morning comes There will come a time I fear when all my days are done And they will come collect my corpse and bury me And then I hope you'll come over to the Other Side To join me in our new life, keep me company ****************************************** Me in Rock: This Shirt Is Pants | Mr. Fusion Me in blog: izenmania |
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The Biscuitkeeper Member  |
Boy, boy, crazy boy,
Get cool, boy! Got a rocket in your pocket, Keep coolly cool, boy! Don't get hot, 'Cause man, you got Some high times ahead. Take it slow and Daddy-O, You can live it up and die in bed! Boy, boy, crazy boy! Stay loose, boy! Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it. Turn off the juice, boy! Go man, go, But not like a yo-yo schoolboy. Just play it cool, boy, Real cool! -West Side Story I'm Matt Cable and I approve this message. ________________________________________________ I'm alright. Don't nobody worry bout me. |
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Has no front teeth Member |
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say? Before it's brushed aside Just as it's swept away It's just the evidence It's of no consequence It's only flesh and bone Why don't you leave it alone? If dust could only speak Caught in a falling beam If dust could only cry If dust could only scream For it's the single witness that might testify Could I spit out the truth? Or would you rather just swallow a lie? But dust is always caught behind a coat of paint Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape Before they start to wander Or they start to shrink You rub your eye a little and appear to blink And then she caught you staring She knows just what you're thinking What got into you was not a ghost as such It was just dust Here comes the juggernaut Here come The Poisoners They choke the life and land And rob the joy from us Why do they taste of sugar Oh, when they're made of money Here comes the lamb of God And the butcher's boy, Sonny Well I believe we just Become a speck of dust... ______________________ Fandangling across the moony sky, went the Beezee bold as brass, side-saddle she sat, on a big painted bat, shooting moonbeams out of her a(censored)e. ~Joe ________________________ Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy¦ooh ooh ooh the sky's the limit! |
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of the sparkly hair brigade Member |
vision thing
the sisters of mercy twenty-five whores in the room next door twenty-five floors and I need more I'm looking for the can in the candy store 2000 Hamburg 4 and colours I ain't seen before it's a small world and it smells funny I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money take back what I paid for another motherfucker in a motorcade in a long black car with the prettiest shit from Panama when the sirens wail and the lights flash blue my Vision Thing come slamming through it's a small world and it smells bad I'd buy another if I had back what I paid for another motherfucker in a motorcade what do we need to make our world come alive? what does it take to make us sing? while we're waiting for the next one to arrive? one million points of light one billion dollar Vision Thing another black hole in the killing zone a little more mad in the methedrome one blinding flash of sense just like the president's well I don't mind out of my mind blizzard king, bring it on home it's a small world and it smells bad I'd buy another if I had back what I paid for another motherfucker in a motorcade what do we need to make our world come alive? what does it take to make us sing? while we're waiting for the next one to arrive? one million points of light one billion dollar Vision Thing sha la la la The 75 Delirians? Umm well, number 2 is off sick, 38 is suffering from a mild case of sanity, and 74 has run off to the world of men to spread sparkly gigglepops to their drab civilization. Is she nuts? Oh yes, she scored very highly on the entrance exam! |
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Starving artist - well, not starving, but if you happen to have an extra biscuit lying around . . . Member  |
Another all time favourite:
Ryan Adams; Winding Wheel Well nighttime let her through Yeah I'm talking to you I wanna see her Precious little thing With eyes that dance around without their clothes So buy a pretty dress Wear it out tonight For anyone you think could out do me Or better still be my winding wheel Cause I feel just like a map Without a single place to go of interest And I'm further north than south If I could shut my mouth she'd probably like this So buy a pretty dress And wear it out tonight For all the boys you think could out do me Or better still be my winding wheel Be my winding wheel Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain And I'm standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train So buy a pretty dress Wear it out tonight For anyone you think could out do me Or better still be my winding wheel Be my winding wheel ------------------------------ You are a Leprechaun. I'm not even sure what you are. Whiskey-soaked reports from your baffling Isle of Ire raise more questions than they answer. Are you a dwarf? Where's your pickax? If you're an elf, why don't you cobble? You'd think with all your gold, you could invest in some land, perhaps a title, and improve your station. Instead, you hide it in meteorologically-determined locations. You're getting killed on inflation, little friend! |
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