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Danked Dankarella! | posted on 03-18-2002 @ 11:28 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00
| Mother
Pink Floyd
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa , should I build a wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa Is it just a waste of time?
Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall.
Mother, do you think she's good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa , will she break my heart?
Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through.
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you've been.
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?
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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 03-18-2002 @ 11:29 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| not floyd, but a similar theme to the thread
A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And i knew that if i had one chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for awhile
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can it teach me how to dance real slow
Well i know that your in love with him
Cause i saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
And i did Gods rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage brock of luck
With a great carnation and a pick up truck
But i knew that i was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
[Chorus]
Bye bye miss. american pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing
This will be the day that i die
This will be the day that i die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And i asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well i went down to the sachet store
Where i heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all broken
And the three men i admire the most,
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
I started singing
[Chorus](x2)
we started singing
we started singing
we started singing
we started singing
we started singing
we started singing
Awaiting the return of GonzoStyle and OAAWITE
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Danked Dankarella! | posted on 03-18-2002 @ 11:50 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00
| When The Music's Over
The Doors
Yeah, c'mon
When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends
"Alive!" she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside!
Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it...
We want the world and we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!
Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end!
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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 03-18-2002 @ 11:53 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| "The Song Is Over"
The song is over
It's all behind me
I should have known it
She tried to find me
Our love is over
They're all ahead now
I've got to learn it
I've got to sing out
[chorus:]
I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I'll sing my visions to the sky high mountains
I'll sing my song to the free, to the free
I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I'll sing my visions to the sky high mountains
I'll sing my song to the free, to the free
When I walked in through the door
Thought it was me I was looking for
She was the first song I ever sang
But it stopped as soon as it began
Our love is over
It's all behind me
They're all ahead now
Can't hope to find me
[chorus]
This song is over
I'm left with only tears
I must remember
Even if it takes a million years
The song is over
The song is over
Searchin' for a note, pure and easy
Playing so free, like a breath rippling by
Awaiting the return of GonzoStyle and OAAWITE
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heyladiladi STONER
ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 03-18-2002 @ 11:53 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01
| Maxwell's Silver Hammer
(Lennon/McCartney)
Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test-tube
Ohh-oh-oh-oh...
Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone
"Can I take you out to the pictures
Joa-oa-oa-oan?"
But as she's getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door...
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead
Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-ene
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
So he waits behind
Writing 50 times "I must not be so-o-o-oo..."
But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead
B.C. Thirty-One said "we caught a dirty one"
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free (Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-oo
But as the words are leaving his lips
A noise comes from behind
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon his head
Bang, Bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead
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Danked Dankarella! | posted on 03-18-2002 @ 11:59 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00
| No One To Run With
Allman Brothers Band
Everybody wants to know where Jimmy has gone
He left town, I doubt if he's coming back home
Well Tony got a job, three kids and a lovely wife
Working at the commerce bank for the rest of his life
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
I'm gonna hit the road, adios my friend
Go someplace and start all over again
Don't know where I'm going, like a gypsy out on the road
I'll go someplace and join a traveling show
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody wants to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
I think Jimmy must have had the right idea
Packed his stuff and he got right out of here
I don't know where he's at but I'm sure that he's ok
Now I realize what Jimmy was trying to say
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody wants to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
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Danked Dankarella! | posted on 03-19-2002 @ 9:47 AM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00
| He's Gone
Garcia/Hunter
Rat in a drain ditch
Caught on a limb
You know better but
I know him
Like I told you
What I said
Steal your face
right off you head
Now he's Gone
Lord he's gone
Like a steam locomotive
rolling down the track
He's gone
He's gone
and nothing's gonna bring him back
He's gone
Nine mile skid
on a ten mile ride
Hot as a pistol
but cool inside
Cat on a tin roof
Dogs in a pile
Nothing left to do but
smile, smile, smile
Now he's gone
Lord he's gone
Like a steam locomotive
rolling down the track
He's gone
He's gone
and nothing's gonna bring him back
He's gone
Going where the wind don't blow so strange
Maybe on some high cold mountain range
Lost one round but the price wasn't anything
Knife in a back and more of the same
Same old rat in a drain ditch
Out on a limb
You know better but I know him
Now he's gone
Lord he's gone
Like a steam locomotive
rolling down the track
He's gone
He's gone
and nothin's gonna bring him back
He's gone....
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MyHairGrows Buttmunch mourns the fact that this waste of space breathes his air | posted on 03-19-2002 @ 10:02 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 02
| Baby Got Back
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horney
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's Sweat,Wet, got it goin like a turbo vette
I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
(LA face with Oakland booty)
I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And UH, double up UH UH
I aint talkin bout playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knockin these bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna --
Til the break of dawn
Baby Got it goin on
Alot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"
So your girlfriend throws a Honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin
And I'm thinkin bout stickin
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice did miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back.
Word....
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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 03-19-2002 @ 8:03 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| "The End"
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
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Danked Dankarella! | posted on 03-26-2002 @ 1:10 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00
| Sympathy For The Devil
Rolling Stones
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(whoo whoo)
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
Oh Yeah (whoo whoo)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo) ..........
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(whoo whoo)
Use all your well-learned politesse (whoo whoo)
Or I'll lay your(woo woo) soul to waste,(whoo whoo), um yeah
(whoo whoo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) um yeah
(whoo, whoo)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)............
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)........
Oh yeah!
(whoo, whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo, whoo)
Tell me baby,(whoo whoo) what's my name
Tell me honey,(whoo whoo) can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name
I tell you one time, (whoo whoo) you're to blame
Oh, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who (whoo whoo)
Alright (whoo whoo)
Woo, whoo who(whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Oh, yeah (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh yeah, ah whats my name
(whoo whoo)
Tell me, baby, what's my name (whoo whoo)
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Oh, yeah!
Whoo whoo
Whoo whoo
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rYgUrGiTaTiOn
| posted on 03-27-2002 @ 9:48 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 01
| '87
The Bouncing Souls
Do you remember when the days gone by
or is there no point for us to even try
Back when we didn't have a care in the world,
Getting drunk and chasing girls
Do you remember the days gone past
and how we always wanted the good times to last The time we spent hanging out
is how we learned what life is about
Everything is set for the perfect night
when music is playing and it sounds just right
It gets inside and helps you to be
all that you want and you are free
Those times that we all hoped would last
it seems that they've gone by so fast
I woke up one day and i was 25
with a hell of a hangover
and some demented sense of pride
All we had was our dreams
that's all we needed to be free
After the party came and went
i found myself half bent
I had to stop and look around
and my friends were all i found
All these things i thought were wrong
but these contradictions they made me strong
I know i can be free
and it all came from inside of me
All we had was our dreams
that's all we needed to be free
Do you remember? I do!
Philly wants Ron & Fez!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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