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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-10-2001 @ 2:31 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01  | A bit of Hendrix for Saturday afternoon... Here comes Dolly Dagger Her love’s so heavy, gonna make you stagger. Dolly Dagger, she drinks her blood from a jagged edge... Been riding broomsticks since she was fifteen Blow out all the other witches on the scene. She got a bull whip, just as long as your life. her tongue can even scratch the soul out of the devil’s wife.  I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 9:58 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | How about a bit more for a Thursday night. 1. I feel the ocean swaying me ... washing away all my pains. See where I was wounded, Remember the scar ? Now you can’t see a thing ... And I feel no pain -- Singing about the Valley of Sunsets Green and blue ... Canyons too Singing about Atlantis love songs. The Valleys of Neptune is arising. 2. Mercury liquid ... Emerald’s shining Telling me where I came from -- Honey Sun ... Pourquise Bed he lays in -- ... on the Burning edge Horizon. I’m sailing on the Bluebird’s mission ... Bubble and curls and tiptoes in the foam -- See the wind make love to all the ocean ... Joy spread and the massage got home -- Singing about the Valley of Sunsets ... Purple and gold ... the Armies of the Lord Before ancient Egypt, there were moon trips ... The Valleys of Neptune is arising -- 3. Look out East coast, but you’re gonna have a neighbor, A rebirth land ... the praying Burning Sands. We know there were worlds so much older ... And they shall rise, and tell us much more the truth of man -- 4. I see visions of sleeping peaks erupting ... releasing all hell that will shake the Earth from end to end -- And this ain’t bad news, good news, or any news ... it’s just the truth, Better save your souls while you can -- Singing about the New Valleys of the Sunrise ... Rainbow clean, the world is gonna be ... Singing about getting ready for the new tide ... The Valleys of Neptune is arising. Crystal Ball As I looked into my crystal ball... there was formed a tragedy. Oh but there’s nothing to worry about... It was just a flash from my memory. Well it seems that the Holiday Wheel..., you know, the one that was between Earth and the moon...Well any way, there was 2,000,000 killed...bodies floating in the afternoon... Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing tidal waves and Hurricanes... And down on Earth we lost 3 continents. Their fiery soul snuffed out by Nature’s ice and rains... And pieces of my life...floating, still soaring through space... But my sons and their wives landed on Mars to start another race... As I gazed upon my crystal ball, there formed a cloud of jealousy. But there’s nothing to feel sad about... By this time, it’s due for only history. Well, it seems that the Chambers of the Gods were being emptied for good. Why would such Heavenly beings want to desert Earth ? But as I watched I understood. As the clouds turned to a Jealous Green, which was concieved in the heart of man...the people didn’t respect the help of the Gods. Instead they turned against immortal man. As they tried to defy, they died, into the wicked pits of Hell. Diana wept a tear after we made love and said: “My Earthly Darling, I must bid you farewell...The fate of your mud brothers ... As pieces of my life...floating, still soaring in Space... She could have been my wife But her time, I didn’t dare wish to waste. As I stared into my crystal ball, there was formed a tearing of hearts. Ego Armies marched antly onto view only to be blown apart. As the sun whispered its secret through space...to men thinking the false pride opposite...telling them that it was such a disgrace to think that men were the ruler of it. Well you know how the story goes...the sun they thought was their circling slave... round and round and round the table she goes. Some carried the thought right to their grave... And I smell the scorch of the burnt out minds...who searched for the hurting truth of space. And the dizziness they felt inside... reflected off the spinning slave pebble earth... As fragments of my life... Some floating, some soaring in Space Collections of my soul will turn complete only as time will age. As my tears drop on my crystal ball, Magnifies the reflections of Christ. As I blink, His angels take him away. What he said, man tries to self ?help from God. As reward, he wipes our blood from his eyes... And the cross that he would use for his throne represents not life but death. Is this the way all heroes go ?...Carrying the first necklace of death... His preaching the belief of eternal Happiness to rest. Or were his angels just UFOs vapor trails lead from another light year land... Or was it really tomorrow’s awakening day dream...blemished by the smudgy finger prints of man... And slivers of my life...floating, still soaring in space... And spirits of Bee hives even they find a resting place. As I wander through my crystal ball, I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound. I see platforms of launching pads even before the first blade of grass turned brown. And I taste their tunnels through the sky...As the axis turns in its womb. Frozen flowers and animals try to hold positions they had before their morning bloomed... And I follow the last rocket up to the libraries of the moon’s meadows.  This message was edited by Brokenjaw on 11-15-01 @ 10:02 PM | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:03 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | gotta love the lefty guitarists Purple Haze was in my brain, lately things don't seem the same, actin' funny but I don't know why 'scuse me while I kiss the sky. Purple Haze all around, don't know if I'm coming up or down. Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me. Purple Haze was in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night, you've got me blowing, blowing my mind is it tomorrow or just the end of time?  | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:22 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Well, I’m up here in this womb I’m looking all around (hmm, hmm, hmm) Well, I’m looking out my Belly Button Window And I see a whole lot of frowns And I’m wondering if they don’t want me around What seems to be the fuss out there? Just what seems to be the hang? ’Cause you know if ya just don’t want me this time around, yeah I’ll be glad to go back to Spirit Land And even take a longer rest, before I’m coming down the chute again Man I sure remember the last time, baby, they were still hawkin’ about me then So if you don’t want me now, make up your mind, where or when If you don’t want me now, give or take, you only got two hundred days ’Cause I ain’t coming down this way too much more again You know they got pills for ills and thrills and even spills, but I think you’re just a little too late So I’m coming down into this world, Daddy, regardless of love and hate And I’m gonna sit up in your bed, Mama (huh), and just a-grin right in your face And then I’m gonna eat up all your choclates (huh), and say ‘I hope I’m not too late’ So if there’s any questions, make up your mind ’Cause you better give or take questions in your mind Give it a take, you only got two hundred days Way up into this womb, looking all around Sure’s dark in here! And I’m looking out my Belly Button Window And I swear I see nothing but a lot of frowns And I’m wondering if they want me around . . . | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Well, she's walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that's running wild, Butterflies and Zebras, And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That's all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind. When I'm sad, she comes to me, With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It's alright, she says it's alright, Take anything you want from me, Anything. Fly on little wing. | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:30 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | I get stoned I can’t go home I’m calling long distance on a public saxophone My head is ackin’ Lord my mind is breakin’ Feel I got run over by Captain Coconut and his dog named Rover Gotta keep on movin’ Gotta keep on movin’ To understand both sides of the sky you gotta keep on groovin’ yeah, Good groovin’ ’Cause you got your God and so do I We gotta keep on lovin’ Good, good, good, lovin’ Make love on my dyin’ bed We gotta stop smokin’, stop, stop, I mean cigarette smokin’ Or else I cough myself to death And to make love to you baby, I wouldn’t even have the breath we gotta keep movin’ keep on groovin’ Understand both sides of the sky Keep on movin’ Keep on movin’ You got your God and so do I. | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:33 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Well I wish I was a catfish, Swimming in, lord, the deep blue sea. I'd have a, all you pretty women, fishin' after me, fishin' after me, fishin' after me. Yeah. Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah. When I went down, my girlfriends house. And I sat down, lord, on her front step. And she said a, come in now Jimi. My husband just now left, just now left. Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah. Well there's two, two trains runnin', but there's not one, lord, that's goin' my way. You know there's a one train runnin' at midnight. Other one leave just for a day, leave just for a day. Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah. | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:37 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Black is Gold is pure And true kings of this Earth. 1. So I say it’s up to us to straighten out this mess... We got to go through Hell... And then that’s the last of this miserable test... 2. Black must be Bold Because it’s Gold and true kings of this world... So let them go to the moon. Yes let them go to Mars. Because deep down inside they’re really from the stars. 3. That’s why they don’t want us to mix...just the way the Word of God had said. So let them go to Saturn...that’s where they’ll learn instead. Because Black and White together is right... And White by itself is an egotistic elf. 4. So they show you how to kill...and if you don’t they will. What do they know about happiness... How can they about life... They just got lost in Space. So when they landed, Atlantis cried. So if they’re so alone try to make them feel at home. So let them fetch you fire wood. And let them nibble on the bone. So invent a word called Love. And then they blame our mistakes on God. Don’t you know how lonely they must be. So many light years from home. Hey Soulful people I’m calling. Don’t be no more slaves. Because God will protect us when it comes to doomsday. Realize before it’s too late... that NO ONE on Earth will escape. We are the kings of Earth. And AXIS gonna put them slaves... They killed so many worlds before. But they will pass sentence upon themselves... When the Earth opens up...will they be saved from our hell. I feel the TRUTH of LIFE. We better all realize... People like me and you We feel so bad, don’t know what to do... they keep us High low on drugs. And they got us making their Rugs...As we go dripping blood. But the Sun knows as the wind blows and the fire grows towards the far shores and the water foams to make steamed Bones of all of those who don’t belive that... Black is Gold is the kings of this world. We all better get our places before God tells us to our face WE ARE...PAST the Human Race. Let’s pray that we all agree we got to straighten out the family tree. Life is for you and me togather. That’s the way it was meant to be. White man watch your mouth because our Drums, they face the South. And you can’t kill the God that kept you alive between the poles of the north and south. You better adjust your place in this world...Before your hair, it starts to curl...and the yellow, red, and Black of this world will tear your ass and soul apart. Where is he coming from ? from Heaven where 1,000,000 worlds are one. Where is he going to ? He’s going to make contact with the living and the dead... Here comes Black Gold... Gather round young and old... He’s going to be felt by the Timid and the Bold... within a wink of an eye, ******************* With the wink of an eye Egos swell, bust and die... Kingdoms fall and cry... With the wink of an eye... ******************* With the wink of an eye a new born baby cries... and a 100 soldiers die with the wink of an eye. | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:38 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | I'm a voodoo chile, lord I'm a voodoo chile. Yeah. The night I was born, lord the moon stood a fire red. Said the night I was born, the moon turned a fire red. My poor mother her cryin', she said "The gypsy was right!" And she fell right dead. Hey, and he said "Fly on, fly on!", 'cause I'm a voodoo chile, baby voodoo chile. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:39 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Was written by Dylan, but, was made a hit by Jimi;-) "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.  | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:41 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Fbd, thats a cool blues version, heres the orignal not played on the radio. Well I’m a Voodoo Chile Lord I’m a Voodoo Chile (Yeah) Well the night I was born, Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red The night I was born, I swear the moon turned a fire red Well my poor mother cried out ‘Lord, the gypsy was right!’ and I seen her fell down right dead (Have mercy) Well, mountain lions found me there waitin’, and set me on a eagle’s back (Oh Lord) Well mountain lions found me there, and set me on a eagle’s wing (it’s the eagle’s wing, baby, what did I say) He took me past to the outskirts of infinity, and when he brought me back, he gave me Venus witch’s ring Hey! And he said ‘Fly on, fly on’ ’Cause I’m a, Voodoo Chile baby, Voodoo Chile Hey! (Yeah) Well I make love to you, and Lord knows you’ll feel no pain (Yeah) So I make love to you in your sleep, and Lord knows you felt no pain (Have mercy), ’cause I’m a million miles away, and at the same time I’m right here in your picture frame (Yeah, what did I say now) ’Cause I’m a Voodoo Chile, Lord knows I’m a Voodoo Chile (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah turn it up, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Well my arrows are made of desire >From far away as Jupiter’s sulphur mines Say my arrows are made of desire, desire, from far away as Jupiter sulphur mines (Way down by the Methan Sea, yeah) I have a humming bird and it hums so loud, you think you were losing your mind, hmmm . . . (Yeah, yeah . . .) Well I float in liquid gardens, and Arizona new red sand (Yeah) I float in liquid gardens, way down in Arizona red sand . . . Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue, (way down in California) and then New York drowns as we hold hands (Yeah) (Hey!) ’Cause I’m a Voodoo Chile Lord knows, I’m a Voodoo Chile Yeah! . . . This message was edited by Brokenjaw on 11-15-01 @ 10:47 PM | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:52 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Down the street you can hear her scream ‘you’re a discrace’, as she slams the door in his drunken face And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool He cries ‘oh girl, you must be mad, what happened to the sweet love you and me had?’ Against the door he leans and starts a scene, and his tears fall and burn the garden green And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually A little Indian brave, who before he was ten played war games in the woods with his Indian friends And he built a dream that when he grew up he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea, eventually There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown ‘cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn’t speak a sound And she wished and prayed she could stop living, so she decided to die She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled ‘you won’t hurt me no more’ But then a sight she’d never seen made her jump and say, ‘Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way’ And it really didn’t have to stop, it just kept on going And so castles made of sand, slips into the sea, eventually This message was edited by fbdlingfrg on 11-15-01 @ 10:56 PM | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 10:57 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bun. He used to sing for his supper, baby. Yes, he used to sing for his dinner, baby, he used to sing so sweet, But since my baby left me he ain’t sang a tune all day. Oh, remember the bluebirds and the honey bees, They used to sing for the sunshine. Yes, they used to sing for the honey, baby, they used to sing so sweet But since my baby left me they ain’t sang a tune all day. Hey, pretty baby, come on back to me Make everybody happy as can be, yeah So baby, if you’ll please come home again You know I’ll kiss you for my supper, yeah. You know I’ll kiss you for my dinner, baby, now. But if you don’t come back you know I’ll have to starve to death ‘cos I ain’t had a kiss all day now, all day. Please, remember, got to remember, yeah, got to remember, oh Lord. Come on back, come back in my arms, I’ll make everything that better. Let me tell ya now. Can’t you here me call you, baby, now? Come on, baby, stop jiving around. Hurry home, hurry home. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 11:02 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Forget it...I can't even keep up with you two stark-raving Hendrix lunatics! ;-) | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 11:02 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | bj's gone...now i can post popular, non-obsuce songs Alright! Now dig this baby! You don’t care for me, I don’t care about that. You got a new fool, Hah, I like him like that. I have only one burning desire, Let me stand next to your fire. [Let me stand next to your fire] Hey, let me stand next to your fire [Let me stand next to your fire] Oh, let me stand baby [Let me stand next to your fire] Let me stand [Let me stand next to your fire] Yeah baby Listen here baby, Stop acting so crazy! You say your mom ain’t home, It ain’t my concern. Just don’t play with me, and you won’t get burned. I have only one itching desire, Let me stand next to your fire [Let me stand next to your fire] Yeah, let me stand next to your fire [Let me stand next to your fire] Let me stand [Let me stand next to your fire] Oh, Let me stand [Let me stand next to your fire] Oh Oh, move over Rover, And let Jimi take over. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about Yeah! Get on with it baby! That’s what I’m talking about. Now dig this! Ha! Now listen baby! You try to give me your money, You better save it babe. Save it for your rainy day. I have only one burning desire, let me stand next to your fire. [Let me stand next to your fire] Oh, let me stand [Let me stand next to your fire] Let me stand baby [Let me stand next to your fire] I ain’t gonna do you no harm [Let me stand next to your fire] Oh Yeah! You better move it baby . . . I ain’t gonna hurt you baby . . . | ||||
| Psycho Bitch | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 11:40 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | Damn you fbdingaling...that's the second time you did that ;) Foxy, foxy. You know you're a cute little heart braker. Foxy, yeah, and you know you're a sweet little love maker. Foxy. I wanna take you home, yeah, I won't do you no harm, no, you got to be all mine, all mine, ooh, Foxy Lady! Foxy, foxy. Now-a I see you come down at the Scene, oh Foxy, you make me wanna get up and-a scream! Foxy, oh baby, listen now; I've made up my mind, I'm tired of wasting all my precious time. You've got to be mine, all mine. Ooh, Foxy Lady, Ooh, Foxy Lady, yeah yeah. You look so good, Foxy. Oh yeah, Foxy. Yeah, give us some, Foxy. Foxy.  I Love The Sean Cold ;) [ÃAIMÃ ] [ÃE-MailÃ] | ||||
| Kid Afrika | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 11:50 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Well I guess it would be nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has got a body like you But I've got to think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Because I play them too Oh but I Need some time off from that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor Oh when that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showing you the door Cause I gotta have faY, faYth, faYth I gotta have faYth Because I gotta have faYth, faYth, faYth I gotta have faYth, faYth, faYth...
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| Psycho Bitch | posted on 11-15-2001 @ 11:56 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | Enough is enough Kid, I believe you were asked nicely to give that a rest AFTER ALL JACKS ARE IN THEIR BOXES AND THE CLOWNS HAVE ALL GONE TO BED YOU CAN HEAR HAPPINESS STAGGERING ON DOWN THE STREET FOOTPRINTS DRESSED IN RED AND THE WIND WHISPERS MARY A BROOM IS DREARILY SWEEPING UP THE BROKEN PIECES OF YESTERDAY'S LIFE SOMEWHERE A QUEEN IS WEEPING SOMEWHERE A KING HAS NO WIFE AND THE WIND CRIES MARY THE TRAFIC LIGHTS THEY TURN A BLUE TOMORROW AND SHINE THER EMPTINESS DOWN ON MY BED THE TINY ISLAND SAGS DOWNSTREAM CAUSE THE LIFE THAT THEY LIVED IS DEAD AND THE WIND SCREAMS MARY WILL THE WIND EVER REMEMBER THE NAMES IT HAS BLOWN IN THE PAST AND WITH ITS CRUTCH ITS OLD AGE AND ITS WISDOM IT WHISPERS "NO, THIS WILL BE THE LAST" AND THE WIND CRIES MARY I Love The Sean Cold ;) [ÃAIMÃ ] [ÃE-MailÃ] | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 11-25-2001 @ 7:37 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | and now a bit more Hendrix for a rainy Sunday night. Hey man, take a look out the window and see what’s happening Hey man it’s raining! It’s raining outside man Oh don’t worry about that brother Everything’s gonna be OK We’ll get into something real nice, you know So just lay back and groove on a rainy day Yeah...yeah I see what you mean brother, lay back and groove Rainy Day, Dream Away, let the sun take a holiday Flowers bathe and-eh see the children play Lay back and groove on a Rainy Day Well I can see a bunch of wet preachers, look at them on the run! The carnival traffic noise, it sinks to a splashing Even the ducks can groove, rain bathing in the parkside pool And I’m leaning out my window sill digging everything, and-eh you too! Rainy day, rain all day Ain’t no use in gettin’ uptight Just let it groove its own way Let it drain your worries away Lay back and groove on a rainy day (hey) Lay back and dream on a rainy day | ||||
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