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- Maynard - 02-07-2002
<center>You
Radiohead
You are the sun and moon and stars are you,
and I could never run away from you.
You try at working out chaotic things,
and why should I believe myself not you?
It's like the world is going to end so soon,
and why should I believe myself?
You me and everything caught in the fire,
I can see me drowning, caught in the fire.
You me and everything caught in the fire,
and I can see me drowning, caught in the fire. </center>
- Sluggo - 02-07-2002
<center><font size=5 color=red>Paranoid Android</font>
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!
</center>
- Maynard - 02-07-2002
DAMMIT!!! I AM NOT PARANOID!!!
- The Sleeper - 02-07-2002
<center>Radiohead - Airbag
In the next world war
in a jack knifed juggernaut
I am born again
In the neon sign scrolling up and down
I am born again
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe
In a deep deep sleep of the innocent I am born again
In a fast german car I'm amazed that I survived
An airbag saved my life
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe</center><font color="white">
Edited By The Sleeper on Feb. 07 2002 at 12:43
- Sluggo - 02-07-2002
Maynard Wrote:DAMMIT!!! I AM NOT PARANOID!!!This may be true...
But...
You ARE an Android...
- Maynard - 02-07-2002
Sluggo Wrote:This may be true...Only my lungs are mechanical....
But...
You ARE an Android...
<center>My Iron Lung
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon</center>
- Sluggo - 02-07-2002
Quote:Only my lungs are mechanical....If you woulda taken that hose out of your ass...
<center>The Bends
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends
Am I really sinking this low
My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you</center>
- virgingrrl - 02-07-2002
Stop Whispering
And the wise men say "I don't want to hear your voice."
And the thin men say "I don't want to hear your voice."
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be.
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do.
Stop whispering, start shouting,
stop whispering, start shouting.
And my mother say "We spit on your son some more."
And the buildings say "We spit on your face some more."
And the feeling is that there's something wrong,
'cause I can't find the words, and I can't find the songs.
Stop whispering, start shouting,
stop whispering, start shouting.
Dear Sir, I have a complaint.
Dear Sir, I have a complaint,
can't remember what it is,
doesn't matter anyway.
Doesn't matter anyway.
- Maynard - 02-07-2002
<center>Blow Out
In my mind and nailed into my heels.
All the time killing what I feel.
And everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]
turns to stone.
And everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]
turns stone.
I am fused just in case I blow out.
I am glued just because I crack out.
Everything I touch turns to stone.
Everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]</center>