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Posted By	Discussion Topic: The Celebration of the Lizard
Mr. Croup	posted on 07-12-2002 @ 9:11 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 02	ALABAMA SONG (WHISKEY BAR) Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And now must have whiskey, oh you know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And now must have whiskey oh, you know why Yeah... Show me the way To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find The next little girl I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And now must have whiskey, oh you know why "They're all gonna laugh at you!." Your hands and feet are mangoes--you're gonna be a genius anyway...
Danked Dankarella!	posted on 07-12-2002 @ 10:26 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	TheEnd 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, desp'rately in need of some stranger's hand, in a desp'rate land. Lost in a roman wilderness of pain, and all the children are insane... waiting for the summer rain. There's danger on the edge of town, Ride the king's highway. Weird scenes inside the goldmine; ride the king's highway west, baby. 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... Get here and we'll do the rest. The blue bus is calling us... Driver, where you taking 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 to the room where his sister lived, and then he... paid a visit to his brother, and then he... walked on down the hall. And he came to a door, and he looked inside, "Father?" "Yes, son?" "I want to kill you. Mother I want to....." Come on, baby, take a chance with us, and meet me at the back of the blue bus... Come on, yeah. KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command--including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you.
Flock of Moosen OA.com's Bodyguard Anger problem? What anger problem? I hate the fucking mud! USA	posted on 07-12-2002 @ 10:33 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	ROADHOUSE BLUES Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse We're gonna have a real Good time Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows And that's for the people Who like to go down slow Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long Do it, honey, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul You gotta beep a gunk a chucha Honk konk konk You gotta each you puna Each ya bop a luba Each yall bump a kechonk Ease sum konk Ya, ride Ashen lady, Ashen lady Give up your vows, give up your vows Save our city, save our city Right now Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's uncertain, and the end is always near Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long
Danked Dankarella!	posted on 07-12-2002 @ 10:51 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Back Door Man Oh yeah oh man, I'm a back door man I'm a back door man, the men don't know, what your little girls understand. And all your people, they're trying to sleep, I'm out to make her with my midnight creep, yeah, 'cause I'm a back door man. The men don't know, but your little girls understand. You men eat your dinner eat your pork and beans I eat more chicken any man ever seen yeah yeah I'm a back door man. The men don't know, but your little girls understand.. Well I'm a back door man, I'm a back door man. Oh, baby, I'm a back door man. The men don't know, but your little girls understand. KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command--including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you.
Flock of Moosen OA.com's Bodyguard Anger problem? What anger problem? I hate the fucking mud! USA	posted on 07-12-2002 @ 10:55 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	L.A. WOMAN Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin' Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin' down your freeways Midnite alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone So alone, so alone Motel Money Murder Madness Let's change the mood from glad to sadness Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Got to keep on risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin' Risin', risin' Gone risin', risin' I'm gone risin', risin' I gotta risin', risin' Well, risin', risin' I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin' Woah, ohh yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman, your my woman Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman L.A. L.A. Woman Woman L.A. Woman c'mon
HydratedPeach So... how did you get your spiffy new status? Age-Challenged Sexual Tension Relief Worker	posted on 07-12-2002 @ 11:57 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01	People Are Strange People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange Daddy's Little Girl Poster Child for Useless Aggression
Turk408	posted on 07-14-2002 @ 7:42 PM
Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01	Love Her Madly Don't you love her madly Don't you need her badly Don't you love her ways, Tell me what you say, Don't you love her madly Wanna meet her daddy Don't you love her face, Don't you love her as she's walking out the door, Like she did 1,000 times before. Don't you love her ways, Tell me what you say Don't you love her as she's walking out the door, All your love...All your love..All your love All your love is gone, so sing a lonely song, of a deep blue dream, seven horses seem to be on the mark... Yeah, don't you love her...don't you love her as she's walking out the door, All your love..all your love..all your love Yeah all your love is gone..so sing a lonely song, of a deep blue dream..seven horses seem to be on the mark... Don't you love her madly, Don't you love her madly....Don't you love her madly.... Let me light your fire I love the kindredbabe, the MamaCaz, the SyKoPaThCHiK, and especially the RF and my little walking Disaster Area!!!!
Mr. Croup	posted on 07-14-2002 @ 8:15 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 02	SOUL KITCHEN Well, the clock says it's time to close now I guess I'd better go now I'd really like to stay here all night The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumbling in the neon grooves Well, your fingers weave quick minarets Speak in secret alphabets I light another cigarette Learn to forget Learn to forget Learn to forget Learn to forget Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumbling in the neon groves Well, the clock says it's time to close now I know I'll have to go now I really want to stay here all night All night All night "They're all gonna laugh at you!." Your hands and feet are mangoes--you're gonna be a genius anyway...
MadMickwop	posted on 07-14-2002 @ 8:36 PM
Psychopath Registered: Apr. 02	Wild Child All right Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Natural child, terrible child Not your mother's or your father's child Your our child, screamin' wild An ancient rulage of grains And the trees of the night Ha, ha, ha, ha With hunger at her heels Freedom in her eyes She dances on her knees Pirate prince at her side Stirrin' into a hollow idols eyes Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Your cool face Your cool face Do you remember when we were in Africa? "God made man. Sam Colt made man equal." This message was edited by MadMickwop on 7-14-02 @ 8:38 PM
Syndrummer LOOK!! All my "N"s are capitalized!!!	posted on 07-15-2002 @ 2:06 PM
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 02	LAMENT Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Taught us god in the child's praye in the night Guitar player Ancient wise satyr Sing your ode to my cock Caress it's lament Stiffen and guide us, we frozen Lost cells The knowledge of cancer To speak to the heart And give the great gift Words Power Trance this stable friend and the beast of his zoo Wild haired chicks Women flowering in their summit Monsters of skin Each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race Could any hell be more horrible than now and real? I pressed her thigh and death smiled death, old friend death and my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance Sentence upon sentence Words are the healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire Words got me the wound and will get me well I you believe it All join now and lament the death of my cock A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence This World Rejects Me This World Threw Me Away This World Never Gave Me A ChaNce This Worlds GoNNa Have To Pay -Do You Believe IN Fate?-
Danked Dankarella!	posted on 07-15-2002 @ 2:22 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Not To Touch The Earth Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run Let's run House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze. Come on baby, run with me Let's run Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing till you get inside Dead president's corpse in the driver's car The engine runs on glue and tar Come on along, we're not going very far To the East to meet the Czar. Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake The minister's daughter's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home We shall see the gates by morning We shall be inside by evening Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon, I will get you Soon! Soon! Soon! I am the Lizard King I can do anything KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command--including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you.
MadMickwop	posted on 07-15-2002 @ 2:23 PM
Psychopath Registered: Apr. 02	The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat) I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Comes out of the Virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and hard to master Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where the Pharaoh died The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered They are saying, "Forget the night. Live with us in forests of azure. Out here on the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned - immaculate." Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night The meager food for souls forgot I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul I'll tell you this No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night Wandering the Western dream Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul "God made man. Sam Colt made man equal."

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