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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Upon these poor souls, I'll build Heaven and call it home. | ||||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 09-23-2001 @ 12:02 AM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | Dont Drink The Water (By: Dave Matthews Band) Come out, come out, no use in hiding. Come out, come out, can you not see There's no place here, what were you expecting? No room for both, just room for me. So you will lay your arms down, Yes, I will call this home. Away, away, you have been banished. Your land is gone, and given to me. And here I will spread my wings. Yes, I will call this home. What's this you say, you feel a right to remain? Then stay and I will bury you. What's that you say, your father's spirit still lives in this place? Well, I will silence you. Here's the hitch, your horse is leaving. Don't miss your boat, it's leaving now. And as you go I will spread my wings. Yes, I will call this home. I have no time to justify to you, Fool, you're blind, move aside for me. All I can say to you my new neighbor, You must move on or I will bury you. Now as I rest my feet by this fire Those hands once warmed here, but I have retired them. I can breathe my own air and I can sleep more soundly Upon these poor souls, I'll build Heaven and call it home. Cause you're all dead now. I live with my justice And I live with my greed in me I live with no mercy And I live with my frenzied feet I live with my hatred And I live with my jealousy I live with the notion that I don't need anyone but me Don't Drink the Water Don't Drink the Water Blood in the water Don't Drink the Water  "For all we have and are, for all our children's fate, stand up and take the war, the Hun is at the gate!" --- Rudyard Kipling She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Kim | posted on 09-23-2001 @ 10:54 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be found, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. When you're down and out, When you're on the street, When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part. When darkness comes And pains is all around, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind.  I've adopted Skydiver -- Be Nice To Him!! | ||||
| URoverWHEREnow | posted on 09-23-2001 @ 11:11 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Standing here The old man said to me "Long before these crowded streets Here stood my dreaming tree" Below it he would sit For hours at a time Now progress takes away What forever took to find Now he's falling hard He feels the falling dark How he longs to be Beneath his dreaming tree Conquered fear to climb A moment froze in time When the girl who first he kissed Promised him she'd be his Remembered mother's words There beneath the tree "No matter what the world You'll always be my baby" Mommy come quick The dreaming tree has died The air is growing thick A fear he cannot hide The dreaming tree has died Oh have you no pity This thing I do I do not deny it All through this smile As crooked as danger I do not deny I know in my mind I would leave you now If I had the strength to I would leave you up To your own devices Will you not talk Can you take pity I don't ask much But won't you speak Please From the start She knew she had it made Easy up 'til then For sure she'd make the grade Adorers came in hordes To lay down in her wake She gave it all she had But treasures slowly fade Now she's falling hard She feels the fall of dark How did this fall apart She drinks to fill it up A smile of sweetest flowers Wilted so and soured Black tears stain the cheeks That once were so admired She thinks when she was small There on her father's knee How he had promised her "You1ll always be my baby" "Daddy come quick The dreaming tree has died I can't find my way home There is no place to hide The dreaming tree has died" Oh if I had the strength... Take me back Save me please  | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 09-23-2001 @ 5:05 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | The Who The foreman over there hates the gang, The poor people on the farms get it so rough, Truck drivers drive like the devil, The policemen they're acting so tough. They need water, Good water, They need water, And I'm sure there isn't one of us here Who'd say no to somebody's daughter. No, no, no, no, no. The foreman over there hates the gang, The poor people on the farms get it so rough, Truck drivers drive like the devil, The policemen they're acting so tough. They need water, Good water, They need water, And maybe somebody's daughter. Indian Lake is burning, The New York skyline is hazy, The River Thames is turning dry, The whole world is blazing. We need water, Wow yeah good water, Ooh we need water, And maybe somebody's daughter. Ah gimme gimme good water, Ah gimme gimme gimme good water, Ah gimme good water, Please don't refuse me, mister, I seen your daughter at the oasis And I'm beginning to blister. My Chevrolet just made steam, Your crop is laying foul, My grass skirt's lost its green, I'm alive but I don't know how. I need water, good good water, They need water, Gimme gimme gimme good water, Wow, gimme gimme gimme good water, Gimme gimme gimme good water, Come on gimme gimme gimme...  Is my train in vain, has my soul gone to waste Am I just a victim of, a victim of my lost faith | ||||
| kindredbabe | posted on 09-23-2001 @ 7:07 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 01 | Smoke On The Water Deep Purple We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky  | ||||
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