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Posted By	Discussion Topic: Some things are over, Some things go on
Psycho Bitch	posted on 11-25-2001 @ 6:45 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01	Thanks for the reminder Luna *B ;) Walls Some days are diamonds Some days are rocks Some doors are open Some roads are blocked Sundowns are golden Then fade away But if I never do nothing I'm coming back some day Cause you got a heart so big It could crush this town And I can't hold out forever Even walls fall down All around your island There's a barricade It keeps out the danger Holds in the pain Sometimes you're happy And sometimes you cry Half of me is ocean Half of me is sky But you got a heart so big It could crush this town And I can't hold out forever Even walls fall down And some things are over Some things go on Part of me you carry And part of me is gone But you got a heart so big It could crush this town And I can't hold out forever Even walls fall down You got a heart so big It could crush this town And I can't hold out forever Even walls fall down I have made some big mistakes, and I've paid a heavy price, I found a little peace between will and sacrifice, I have watched as all my dreams went walking out the door, and I think I deserve just a little more Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn, Somebody more like myself . [ÝAIMÝ ] [ÝE-MailÝ]
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 11-25-2001 @ 6:46 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01	No Problem-o, Psycho *B ;-) "Time To Move On" It's time to move on, time to get going What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing But under my feet, baby, grass is growing It's time to move on, it's time to get going Broken skyline, movin' through the airport She's an honest defector Conscientious objector Now her own protector Broken skyline, which way to love land Which way to something better Which way to forgiveness Which way do I go Time to move on, time to get going What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing But under my feet, baby, grass is growing It's time to move on, it's time to get going Sometime later, getting the words wrong Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme Nauseous adrenaline Like breakin' up a dogfight Like a deer in the headlights Frozen in real time I'm losing my mind It's time to move on, time to get going What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing But under my feet, baby, grass is growing It's time to move on, it's time to get going Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon the handmade blade, the child's balloon eclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn suicide remarks are torn from the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn plays wasted words proves to warnThat he not busy being born is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door you follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar you feel to moan but unlike before you discover that you'd just be one more person crying. So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear. It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall private reasons great or small can be seen in the eyes of those that call to make all that should be killed to crawl while others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark make everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits can lead to hundred-dollar plates goodness hides behind its gates but even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodged it's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one that can do what's never been done that can win what's never been won meantime life outside goes on all around you.You lose yourself, you reappear you suddenly find you got nothing to fear alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you. A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy insure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not forget that it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to. Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree who despise their jobs, their destinies speak jealously of them that are free cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties social clubs in drag disguise outsiders they can freely criticize tell nothing except who to idolize and then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir bent out of shape from society's pliers cares not to come up any higher but rather get you down in the hole that he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs limited in sex, they dare to push fake morals, insult and stare while money doesn't talk, it swears obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security it blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards false gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough walk upside-down inside handcuffs kick my legs to crash it off say okay, I have had enough what else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen they'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Psycho Bitch	posted on 11-25-2001 @ 6:51 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01	Wildflowers You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea Sail away, kill off the hours You belong somewhere you feel free Run away, find you a lover Go away somewhere all bright and new I have seen no other Who compares with you You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea you belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free Run away, go find a lover Run away, let your heart be your guide You deserve the deepest of cover You belong in that home by and by You belong among the wildflowers You belong somewhere close to me Far away from your trouble and worries You belong somewhere you feel free You belong somewhere you feel free I have made some big mistakes, and I've paid a heavy price, I found a little peace between will and sacrifice, I have watched as all my dreams went walking out the door, and I think I deserve just a little more Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn, Somebody more like myself . [ÝAIMÝ ] [ÝE-MailÝ]
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 11-25-2001 @ 7:00 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01	Rhino Skin By Tom Petty You need rhino skin If you're gonna begin To walk Through this world You need elephant balls If you don't want to crawl On your hands Through this world Oh my love if I reveal Every secret I've concealed How many thoughts would you steal How much of my pain would you feel You need eagles wings To get over things That make no sense In this world You need rhino skin If you're gonna pretend You're not hurt by this world If you listen long enough You can hear my skin grow tough Love is painful to the touch Must be made of stronger stuff You need rhino skin To get to the end Of the maze through this world You need rhino skin Or you're gonna give in To the needles and pins The arrows of sin The evils of men You need rhino skin Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon the handmade blade, the child's balloon eclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn suicide remarks are torn from the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn plays wasted words proves to warnThat he not busy being born is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door you follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar you feel to moan but unlike before you discover that you'd just be one more person crying. So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear. It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall private reasons great or small can be seen in the eyes of those that call to make all that should be killed to crawl while others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark make everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits can lead to hundred-dollar plates goodness hides behind its gates but even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodged it's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one that can do what's never been done that can win what's never been won meantime life outside goes on all around you.You lose yourself, you reappear you suddenly find you got nothing to fear alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you. A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy insure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not forget that it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to. Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree who despise their jobs, their destinies speak jealously of them that are free cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties social clubs in drag disguise outsiders they can freely criticize tell nothing except who to idolize and then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir bent out of shape from society's pliers cares not to come up any higher but rather get you down in the hole that he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs limited in sex, they dare to push fake morals, insult and stare while money doesn't talk, it swears obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security it blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards false gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough walk upside-down inside handcuffs kick my legs to crash it off say okay, I have had enough what else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen they'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!	posted on 11-25-2001 @ 7:11 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00	Zombie Zoo All down the street they're standin' in line with white lipstick and one thing on their mind Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse underneath the paint you're just a little girl Dancin' at the Zombie Zoo, dancin' at the Zombie Zoo Painted in a corner and all you wanna do is dance down at the Zombie Zoo Cute little dropout, how come you pack a rod is your mother in a clinic? has your father got no job? Sometimes you're so impulsive, you shaved off all your hair you look like Boris Karloff and you don't even care You're dancin' at the Zombie Zoo dancin' at the Zombie Zoo She disappears at sunrise, I wonder where she goes until the night comes fallin' down again she shows up with her friends half-alive You can make a big impression or go through life unseen you might wind up restricted and over seventeen it's so hard to be careful, so easy to be led Somewhere beyond the pavement you'll find the living dead AIM E-MAIL We were like peas and carrots Berger Boy.. Whats 2+2?
Psycho Bitch	posted on 11-25-2001 @ 7:17 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01	Uh oh...BJ found us...quick HIDE!!! ;) Echo Put down your things and rest awhile You know we've both nowhere to go Yeah, daddy had to crash He was always halfway there you know And no, I don't pretend there's any more of that They say one day, you'll look up and laugh and hear The same sad echo when you walk Yeah, the same sad echo when you talk loud and clear It's the same as the same sad echo around here I promise you this winter I will worship you like gold And ride your train forever Electric fortunes to be told And I don't want to question or even celebrate All the joy you took and then gave back too late It's the same sad echo when you lie It's the same sad echo when you try to be clear It's the same as the same sad echo around here Well, I woke up right here In a pool of sweat With a box of pills and you Yeah, and I'm gonna keep my head I'm gonna keep my cool Oh, I'm so in love with you Yes and in another world nothing was like this There may have been a girl There never was a kiss The poison came in liquid She was naked all the time And no one could explain it It was all between the lines And I don't seem to trust anyone no more It could be faith I'm just not sure It's the same sad echo every day Yeah the same sad echo another way When you call It's the same as the same sad echo most of all Well you just got tired You just gave in You took it hard Then you just quit You let me down You dropped the ball You fell on your face most of all And I don't want to mean anything to you I don't want to tempt you to be true It's the same sad echo comin' down It's the same sad echo all around in my ears It's the same as the same sad echo around here I have made some big mistakes, and I've paid a heavy price, I found a little peace between will and sacrifice, I have watched as all my dreams went walking out the door, and I think I deserve just a little more Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn, Somebody more like myself . [ÝAIMÝ ] [ÝE-MailÝ]
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 11-25-2001 @ 7:18 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01	Free Girl Now Tom Petty I remember when you were his dog I remember you under his thumb Yeah baby, when he would call Every time, you had to come Hey, baby, you're a free girl now Hey, baby, you're a free girl now I remember when he was your boss I remember him touching your butt I remember you counting your blessings Yeah honey, you had to keep your mouth shut Hey baby, you're a free girl now Yeah baby, you're a free girl now Yeah, well all right Honey, put your sugar down Dazzle, dazzle the moon above Lay your victim down No longer will you be a slave No longer will you have to crawl No longer will you suffer No longer will you stall One day you'll live for a reason One day you'll be gone, no more When you walk from the table No longer, will you bow down Hey baby, you're a free girl now Hey baby, you're a free girl now Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon the handmade blade, the child's balloon eclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn suicide remarks are torn from the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn plays wasted words proves to warnThat he not busy being born is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door you follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar you feel to moan but unlike before you discover that you'd just be one more person crying. So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear. It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall private reasons great or small can be seen in the eyes of those that call to make all that should be killed to crawl while others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark make everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits can lead to hundred-dollar plates goodness hides behind its gates but even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodged it's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one that can do what's never been done that can win what's never been won meantime life outside goes on all around you.You lose yourself, you reappear you suddenly find you got nothing to fear alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you. A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy insure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not forget that it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to. Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree who despise their jobs, their destinies speak jealously of them that are free cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties social clubs in drag disguise outsiders they can freely criticize tell nothing except who to idolize and then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir bent out of shape from society's pliers cares not to come up any higher but rather get you down in the hole that he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs limited in sex, they dare to push fake morals, insult and stare while money doesn't talk, it swears obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security it blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards false gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough walk upside-down inside handcuffs kick my legs to crash it off say okay, I have had enough what else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen they'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

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