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spitfire421	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:40 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	OK, here's mine: It Stoned Me Half a mile from the county fair And the rain keep pourin' down Me and Billy standin' there With a silver half a crown Hands are full of a fishin' rod And the tackle on our backs We just stood there gettin' wet With our backs against the fence Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Hope it don't rain all day Chorus: And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like goin' home And it stoned me Then the rain let up and the sun came up And we were gettin' dry Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by So we jumped right in and the driver grinned And he dropped us up the road We looked at the swim and we jumped right in Not to mention fishing poles Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Let it run all over me Chorus On the way back home we sang a song But our throats were getting dry Then we saw the man from across the road With the sunshine in his eyes Well he lived all alone in his own little home With a great big gallon jar There were bottles too, one for me and you And he said Hey! There you are Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Get it myself from the mountain stream My adopted troubled children are Atomic Punk & Weinie....all problems with either of them should be addressed to me [email protected]
Rommel	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:53 AM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	Hello there ! Gotta light ? I'd like to burn this spliff with you :) Shamrocks And Shenanigans -House Of Pain I kicks the flavor like Stephen King writes horror If I was a Jew, then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya Excuse me seniora Are you a whore or Are you a lady Is it Erica Boyer Or Marsha Brady Let me know hun The deed'll get done Just listen to my position I take my rod and then I go fishin' I'll get your river flowin' It comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body So let me do my job I've never been laid off My rhymin's still paid off 'Cause now we're makin' records Now we're makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes Scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run Pull my gun And then I shoot I've never been a front I've never been a fraud I got a natural skill For that I thank the Lord 'Cause I feel blessed I'm casually dressed I always got my gun But I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw Like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon Boon-Shalach-Lach chorus Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom Alright now Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom A little louder Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom Everybody Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom Alright now Breaker, breaker here comes the caper Straight with the taper The lyric skyscraper Hits you like the lyrical murderer I know you think I have But yo I never heard of ya Just because ya heard of me kid Fuck around with D you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools These are the sharpest in the shed 'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing My car don't ring We'll bust you in the grill I got the skill Ya got's to chill 'Cause I bring doom I to the Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom chorus I rock mad styles I hop turnstyles I rock all mics I last all night I puff fat blunts I rock fine stunts Step up bold I'll knock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhymestyle's my claim to fame The House of Pain's The name of my clique Ya can't be down Punk get off my dick You make me sick Like strawberry Quick Your style is wack You ain't the mack So yo step back Get off the crack And sing a new tune Like Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts
Cap'n Fudge	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 12:11 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	My entry..the beauties from the Emerald Isle, the Corrs... Go on go on Leave me breathless Come on Hey... yeah... The daylight's fading slowly The time with you is standing still I'm waiting for you only The slightest touch and I feel weak I cannot lie, from you I cannot hide And I'm losing the will to try Can't hide it (can't hide it), can't fight it (can't fight it) So go on, go on, come on, leave me breathless Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny This loving feeling (loving feeling) Make me long for your kiss Go on (go on), go on (go on) Yeah... Come on Yeah... And if there's no tomorrow And all we have is here and now I'm happy just to have you You're all the love I need somehow It's like a dream Although I'm not asleep And I never want to wake up Don't lose it (don't lose it), don't leave it (don't leave it) So go on, go on, come on, leave me breathless Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny This loving feeling (loving feeling) Make me long for your kiss Go on (go on), go on (go on) Yeah... Come on Yeah-ie, yeah, yeah-ie, yeah... And I can't lie From you I cannot hide And I've lost my will to try Can't hide it (can't hide it), can't fight it, (can't fight it) So go on, (go on) go on, (go on), come on, leave me breathless Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny This loving feeling (loving feeling) Make me long for your kiss Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, leave... me breathless Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, leave... me breathless Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, leave... me breathless Go on... go on It's time for the smoking of the green! St. Patty's Day [email protected]
American Fing Psycho	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:57 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	u2 Props to Pantera "Hey i never said I was a good drunk" "I don't hate the seals. I just hate the enjoyment they give to people." Bachman
gosoxcsucker	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 12:50 AM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	A traditional irish tune, covered by both of my fav irish bands, thin lizzy and U2. Whiskey In The Jar (traditional) ------------------ As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin' Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah http://www.uncg.edu/~edpoole/
Rusty Trombone	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 2:04 AM
Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 00	Well considering i just got home from The Corrs concert i might as well share my favorite Corrs song RUNAWAY Say it's true there's nothing like me and you i'm not alone tell me you feel it to And i would runaway, i would runaway yeah I would runaway with you Cuz i am falling in love with you No never i'm never gonna stop falling in love with you Close the door, lay down upon th efloor By candlelight make love to me all through the night Cause i have runaway I have runaway yeah I have runaway, runaway I have runaway with you Cause i have fallen in love with you No never i'm never gonna stop falling in love with you. And i must tell you all, the sisters, Andrea, Sharon and Caroline are F'n beautiful. i was 4th row and i just about reached em with my goo
fatty chopped meat	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 2:21 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	i happen to love that little dittie by that old gag PADDY O'FURNITURE formerly adopted by OPAK This message was edited by fatty chopped meat on 3-17-01 @ 2:22 AM
BigYellowOne	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 3:11 AM
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00	Dropkick Murphys (W/Mike McColgan) Boys On The Docks: Chorus: Say hey Johnny boy the battle call. United we stand divided we fall. Together we are what we can't be alone, We came to this country, you made our home. This man so humble, this man so brave, A legend to many, he fought to his grave. Save family and friends from the hardship and horror, In a land of depression he gave hope for tommorow. Say Johnny B boy, this one's for you, The strength of many, the courage of a few. To what do we owe this man's whose fight was for the masses he gave his life. Chorus Friend to the locals who dabbled in crime, He'd give you a job, he'd give you his time. He wasn't a crook, but he couldn't be conned. John knew the difference between right and wrong. Say Johnny B boy knew them no longer, Others forgotten you memory's stronger. Let's drink to this causes in you life, Your family, your friends, you union, your wife. Chorus And the boys on the docks needed John for sure, When they came to this country, he opened the door. He said men I'll tell ya, they don't like our kind, though it starts with your fists, it must end with your mind. Chorus.
Fyfetallica	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 8:26 AM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	ive always had a place for some good Cranberries tunes... and hey, gosoxcsucker, didnt thin lizzy originally do Whiskey in the Jar? Metallica Coverd it, and im guessing U2 also, but i think thin lizzy wrote the song Thanx to NiceSignDeek for the O & A art Newly adopted by Drunk Boy
IAmMighty	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 3:36 PM
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00	Whiskey in the Jar Recorded by the Dubliners, then covered by Thin Lizzy, and so on.... "Did you punch her in the bunt!?"
gosoxcsucker	posted on 03-17-2001 @ 8:34 PM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	All i know is that thin lizzy made it a more popular song. U2 never released it officaly, but on bootlegs i have it. Here's a song by my fav irish hip hop band ,called seanchai. A SUNDAY AT THE TURN OF THE CENTURY Pint glass of water At the side of the bed Ain't nothing like the uisce To clear up the head The morning after The night before One of these days I'm gonna split before four Run for the door Yelling please sir, no more, Walk the straight and narrow Pure like the Corrs Next week I swear Then I say a little prayer Thank you God For another days light No need to go to mass Cos I went last night Pull up the shades Invent a cliché Sunday finally Lived up to its name Super looking sun Throw on New York One Don't need a coat Its says seventy one Out the door onto the street People to meet, places to go And when the sun goes down Do a Seanchaí show So keep this disk rolling If you want to roll with me On a Sunday, at the turn of the century Some say Saturday's A phatta day Ix nay, Sunday's a humming day Don't let Monday Get in your way You'll be dead a long time So cut the cards and lets play That's right, Lets play anything at all Sundays for chilling Not for shopping at a mall Attention shoppers! Special deal buyers! Courtesy of the kids Kathy Lee lets us hire throw her phony ass To the Molly McGuires Liars! All these celebrity shills They know the dough Don't grow on the hills Uh-Oh! I'm supposed To keep this track mellow My God Seanchaí, Your such an angry fellow Hello! I'm just sharing what I see On a Sunday, at the turn of the Century Call me a block-o-phile Cos I love where I am That tight knit shit Like in Summer of Sam Where you know everybody And they all know you I got their back And they got my back too On a Sunday afternoon The whole block is alive The young, the old, the between, And I've decided for today I'm gonna plant my ass here in my own stratosphere Where I can see clear I'm having a smoke Watching kids running wild I'm fully awoken By a Spanish girls smile Sit on the stoop And have a good think Container of coffee Feel I'm on the brink Of another great day Like when the seven gets to Shea Roman holiday, happening per se Like Joey used to say Gabba Gabba Hey! On a Sunday, at the turn of the Century
johnny hairdo	posted on 03-18-2001 @ 7:46 PM
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00	BigYellowOne, you rock, here's another, Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy's, Face down in the gutter won't admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black he's a big strong man with a child's mind don't you take his booze away. He's a hero to most he meets but inside he cries balck swollen eyes This man he sheds no tears now his wife and kids sing a different tune, as they worry about their daddy dyin', but th arrogant fool, breakin' every rule. It'll be nothing but pride that kills him. (Chorus):Could he listen, no he won't that's all she wrote, He'll be dead before the daylight shines. But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this boy from dyin'. He's a legend in a bar with every scar, fights a thousand bigger men, but now he fights and losses got all the bruises will someone please step in? Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart, he keeps climbing back into the ring. In the low down circles where he holds his court this man, he once was king.

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