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and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check!
Gotcha, SLASH
i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 11-18-2001 @ 11:24 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| some good music to rid me of the britney spears debacle...
Walk the Walk
Poe
My mother spent 10 years sitting by a window
Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack
She listened as her dreams silently screamed
They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet
Dear world i'm pleased to meet you
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You gotta back it all up you gotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
Hey everybody when my daddy died
He had a sad sad story written in his eyes
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You cannot measure out your life to the tick of a clock
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
Hey everybody
Can you walk the walk you gotta back it all up
But can you talk the talk
Hey everybody
can you walk the walk?
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, high, say pleased to meet you
Give to the beat of my own drum
I wanna sing to the beat of my own drum
I wanna fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five
Pleased to meet you
My daddy spent 10 years living on the outside looking in
He thought that he would never get back
Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
And he was standing there when the theatre went pitch black
Dear world I'm pleased to meet you
Hey everybody when I walk the walk
I gotta back it all up I vgotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
Hey everybody--can you walk the walk?
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)
I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna laugh to the beat of my own drum
I wanna play to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, high, say pleased to meet you
I wanna screw up to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take it out of town and do it to my drum
Scream shout
Wipe out
Make love to my baby
Father: It's a wonderful idea, but it doesn't work.
My own drum my own beat
Hey did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke
You think you've got it figured out and then you find that you don't
So you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space
You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place
Then suddenly you hear it it's the beat of your heart
And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
...what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
i was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
i remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
i keep turning round
i keep coming back...
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CantHandleMyBooty
| posted on 11-19-2001 @ 11:47 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01
| Angry Johnny
Johnny, Angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell
I wanna kill you, I wanna blow you...away
I can do it you gently
I can do it with an animal's grace
I can do it with precision
I can do it with gormet taste
Chorus:
But either way
Either (way), either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you...
Away
I can do it to your mind
I can do it to your face
I can do it with integrity
I can do it with disgrace
Chorus
Johnny, Angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell
Johnny, Angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell
I can do it in a church
I can do it any time or place
I can do it like an angel
To quiet down your rage
Chorus
I can do it in the water
I can do on dry land
I can do it with instruments
I can do it with my own bare hands
But either way
Either way, you know where it stands
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you...
Away
Johnny, Angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell
Johnny, oh my Johnny
Where did your pleasure go
When the pain came through you
Where did your happiness go
This force is running you around now
Getting you down now
Where is your pleasure now Johnny
Where has your pleasure gone now
Johnny, Angry Johnny...
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Maynard
| posted on 11-20-2001 @ 8:03 AM | |
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01
| It's funny CHMB, I thought about posting that song the other day, but didn't post it on purpose. Poe had alot of great music, even better then that, but that was the only song that brought them any "big" success. I hate when good bands have the rest of the catalogue overlooked because it might not sell a billion copies. Fuck the record business.
Terrible thought
A terrible thought has moved into my mind
Like an unwanted room-mate drunk on wine
It feeds on my happiness won't pay the rent
I must take proper measures to evict it
A terrible thought has moved into my mind
A giant rat that's nibbling on my pride
It's tearing away my patience and my wit
I must take proper measures set a trap for it
What a terrible thought
I don't care what you've done
I don't care who you've won
I know in the end you'll have your fun
But you can't have it hear
And I won't let you steer
You know I don't want you in my mind
I must stay calm you know and I must be clear
It's gonna take a hundred thoughts to make this one disappear
A train like that could travel a soul for years
A terrible thought could have a terribly long career
What minds have you shredded
I bet they regretted
Having ever thought you up
Just look at you shine
Commiting your crimes
You know I don't want you in my mind
'Cause you're breaking my stride
You poisonous vine
You're strangling me inside
You're breaking my stride
You poisonous vine
You're strangling me inside
You're breaking my stride
What a terrible thought...
What is your greatest worry because you seem to be worried all the time
Sometimes I can't hear myself think
You have to speak a little louder,
I can't understand a word you're saying
Sometimes I can't hear myself think
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
People suck.
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and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check!
Gotcha, SLASH
i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 11-20-2001 @ 11:00 AM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| quote:
I hate when good bands have the rest of the catalogue overlooked because it might not sell a billion copies. Fuck the record business.
exactly....fuck'em all!
Trigger happy Jack
He scares easily
It makes him so angry
At me
And his head it spins around
Just like the Exorcist and I
Find it ever so
Hard to resist his cries
But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees
Crumbling in disgrace
But he underestimates my mind
I know he's messing with my head
My only weakness is
I can't believe the guy could be entirely dead
Chorus:
Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being
Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being
Trigger Happy Jack
You're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off
before you go
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
And after awhile he calms down
And he looks at me like a prince
But I know I better bite the bullet
'Cause it's just another one of his
Jedi mind tricks
But this ain't no headtrip honey
This is a collision on the road
And you've got me feeling oh just like a roadkill
and you know deep down I know
Chorus
Why do you make me feel like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you make me feeling like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Go-go
And I hate myself
Just enough to want him
But I hate him just enough to get off
But I understand him
Maybe I'm just crazy enough
To love him
Why not? (Why not?)
You can't to a psycho like a normal human being...
...what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
i was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
i remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
i keep turning round
i keep coming back...
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