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Rone	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 12:17 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Yellow Ledbetter... Unsealed on a porch a letter sat. Then you said, "I wanna leave it again." Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand. And on the sand I wanna leave it again. Yeah. On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah. And they called and I said that "I want what I said" and then I call out again. And the reason oughta' leave her calm, I know. I said "I know what I wear not the boxer or the bag." Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave. But I see them round the front way. Yeah. And I know, and I know. I don't want to stay. Make me cry... I see... Ooh I don't know why there's something else. I wanna drum it all away... Oh, I said, "I don't, I don't know wheather I was the boxer or the bag." Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave. But I see them round the front way. Yeah. And I know, and I know. I don't wanna stay at all. I don't wanna stay. Yeah. I don't wanna stay. (x2) I don't... Don't wanna, oh... Yeah. Ooh... Ohh... E-Mail Me This message was edited by Rone on 4-21-01 @ 12:21 AM
Kwyjibo	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 8:13 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Just a great song. Kwyjibo "Hey Booboo, you think there's any beer in that picinic basket" "But Yogi I don't think the forest ranger will like that." "F--- the forest ranger Booboo, he don't know jacksh--!" Adopted by Brokenjaw Thanks to PanterA for the sigpic
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 9:41 AM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	Rone very good choice, im a huge PJ fan, so here is my contribution.... Breath Oh, tonight began with anything Shadows, a light, a warm breath and a scream, ah yeah Oh, tamper if you like between the doors, oh yeah Oh, can't expect to go out ... to go out With anything ... anything more Oh, reach the door, a breath and a scr... oh reach the door And a nada lada yeah Life ain't what it's worth, a breath and a scr... oh, reach the door All these reaching hands out grabbin' things, grabbin' me Day in, day out, accumulating, ah yeah Whoa, I suggest you step out on your porch Oh yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah Run away my son, to see it all ... oh, see the world Oh reach the door, a breath and a scr... oh reach the door Oh, and a nada lada yeah Life ain't what it's worth, a breath and a scr... oh, reach the door Come ... here it comes ... there it goes ... when it comes Where it goes ... where it comes, can't see through the faith Oh, come ... here it goes, grasp what you can Don't you know there's something inside your hand, yeah Oh, if I knew where it was I would take you there There's much more then this, oh ... whoa, much more then this Oh, see the world ... much more then, oh Much more then ... Why? Why Go? She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone Maybe someday another child won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years, and counting, since they put her in this place She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck, and mommy agrees, yeah... Whoa...yeah...hey yeah yeah... Why go home... (3x) She seems to be stronger, but what they want her to be is weak She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy She could be another clone...ooh...whoa...ah yeah... Ooh... Why go home? (4x) What you taught me...put me here...don't come visit...mother... Sting me... Whoa...ooh... Why go home? (4x) What you taught me...put me here...don't come visit...mother, mother, yeah... Why go home? (7x) Whoa... A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Rone	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 12:13 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	another one of my favorites... Don't it make you smile? (2x) When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all... Don't it make you smile? Don't it make you smile? Don't it make me smile? Yeah... When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all...yeah... Don't it make me smile? I miss you already, yeah...I miss you always... I miss you already, yeah...I miss you all day... This is how I feel... I...I miss you already, yeah...I miss you always... The crooked heart swells all around, yeah...I miss you all day... The crooked heart swells around, yeah...Don't it make you smile? (2x) The crooked heart swells around... E-Mail Me
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 1:08 PM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	your becomming one of my favs here Rone... In Hiding I shut and lock the front door, no way in or out I turned and walked the hallway and pulled the curtains down I knelt and emptied the mouth of every plug around A nothing sound.... nothing sound... I stayed when my last step left me, ignored all my rounds Soon I was seeing visions and cracks along the walls They're upside down I swallow my words to keep from lying I swallow my fist just to keep from biting, I, I... I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving, diving... I surfaced when all of my being was enlightened Now....I'm...I’m in hiding I'm in hiding (x3) It's been about three days now since I've been aground No longer overwhelmed and it seems so simple now It's funny when things change so much It's all state of mind I swallowed my words to keep from lying I swallowed my fist just to keep from biting, I, I... I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving, I was diving... I surfaced and all of my being was enlightened Now I'm...I’m in hiding, yeah I'm in hiding (x7) A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Rone	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 3:49 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Hail, Hail Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart? Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words, and then I get to thinkin' But I don't want to think, I want to feel! How do I feel? And how do I... If you're the only one, well I'll never be enough, yeah... Hail, hail, the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah... A-how I love you till the day I die...ah, and beyond... Are we going to the same place? If so, can I come? It's egg rollin' thick and heavy...all the past we carry... Oh, I could be new...you underestimate me... If you're the only one, well I'll never be enough, yeah... Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah... I sometimes realize...I could only be as good as you'll let me... Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand... Yeah... I find it on my run in a race that can't be won, yeah... All hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah... If you're my only one...so good, you only one... I want to be your one...enough, you won...your one...your hun... E-Mail Me
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 4:40 PM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	Soon Forget.. Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette. Thinks he'll get the girl he'll only get the mechanic. What's missing? He's living a day he'll soon forget. That's one more time around. The sun is going down. The moon is out but he's drunk and shouting. Putting people down. He's pissing. He's living a day he'll soon forget. Counts his money every morning. The only thing that keeps him horny. Locked in a giant house that's alarming. The townsfolk they all laugh. Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent. Seem the more you make equals the loneliness you get. And it's fitting. He's barley living a day he'll soon forget. That's one more time around and there is not a sound. He's lying dead clutching Benjamins. Never put the money down. He's stiffening. We're all whistling a man we'll soon forget. A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Rone	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 7:55 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	i was listening to the seattle bootleg and before they played that song, eddie said that it was about bill gates and some other extremely rich guy in seattle whose name i can't remember. he said they wrote the song because they don't donate thier money and they would be so much happier if they did. E-Mail Me This message was edited by Rone on 4-21-01 @ 7:59 PM
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 8:06 PM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	Its a good song, all their songs are awesome, and have much feeling behind them... i got the new dvd today, im in the ten club, its awesome....got some good footage on it... In my tree Up here in my tree, yeah Newspapers matter not to me, yeah No more crowbars to my head, yeah I'm tradin' stories with the leaves instead, yeah Wave to all my friends, yeah They don't seem to notice me, no All their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh Sidewalk, Cigarettes, and seen the tempted It's up here so high I start to mistake Up here so high in the sky, i scrape I'm so high I hold just one breath A deep breath in my chest Just like innocence I remember when, yeah Swore I blew everything away, yeah Let's say knowledge is a tree, yeah It's growin' up just like me, and yeah I'm so light, the wind he shakes I'm so high up in the sky, I scrape, yeah I'm so high I hold just one breath To go back to my nest...sleeping innocence Up here so high the boughs may break Up here so high in the sky I sway And my eyes peeled both wide open And I got a glimpse of my innocence Got back my innocence... Really got it... Still got it A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Mi1o Yambag	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 8:29 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Good choices Rone and Fyfe! here's another. Garden She don't wander in...don't wander in here, she... She don't wander in here...don't wander in here... The direction of the eye, so misleading The defection of the soul, nauseously quick I don't question, our existence I just question, our modern needs She don't wander in...don't wander in here, she... She don't wander in here... I will walk...with my hands bound I will walk...with my face blood I will walk...with my shadow flag Into your garden, garden of stone...yeah... After all is done, and we're still alone I won't be taken, yet I'll go...with my hands bound I will walk...with my face blood I will walk...with my shadow flag Into your garden, garden of stone I don't show...I don't share... I don't need, yeah...What you have to give... Oooh, I will walk...with my hands bound I will walk...with my face blood I will walk...with my shadow flag Into your garden, garden...oh... I will walk with my hands bound I will walk into your garden, garden of stone... I don't know...I don't care I don't need, yeah...need to live...yeah, yeah, yeah, oh... Uh huh huh... (8x) A friend with weed is a friend indeed. A friend without it is a friend in need. "Prohibition...goes beyond the bounds of reason in that it attempts to control a man's appetite by legislation and makes a crime out of things that are not crimes. A prohibition law strikes a blow at the very principles upon which our government was founded." --Abraham Lincoln "Make the most of hemp seed, sow it everywhere." --George Washington My first adopted junior yambag is Ants in My Pants My second adopted junior yambag is Party Boy This message was edited by Mi1o Yambag on 4-21-01 @ 8:31 PM
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 8:35 PM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	W.M.A. He won the lottery when he was born Took his mothers white breast to his tongue Trained like dogs, color and smell Walks by me to get to him Police man (2x) He won the lottery by being born Big hand slapped a white male 'merican Do no wrong, so clean cut... Dirty his hands, it comes right off Police man (2x) Police stopped my brother again (3x) Police man (2x) Jesus greets me...looks just like me... Do no wrong, so clean cut Dirty his hands, it comes right off Police man (3x) Police stopped my brother again (3x) Police man (2x) Police stopped my brother again (3x) Police man (3X) All my pieces set me free...human devices set me free... All my pieces set me free... (2x) Human devices set me free... (2x) A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Rone	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 8:40 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	State of Love and Trust State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh And the signs are passin', grip the wheel, can't read it Sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands...hands...yeah And I listen for the voice inside my head Nothin', I'll do this one myself Lay her down as priest does, should the Lord be a countin' Will be in my honor, make it pain, painfully quick, uh huh Promises are whispered in the age of darkness Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end, end, yeah... And the barrel shakes, and, a-directly at my head Oh, help me, help me from myself And I listen, from both sides of a friend Nothin', I'll do this one myself Uh huh, huh, oh... Myself...myself... Yeah, yeah... Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something (3x) Wanna back, back it away, yeah, huh, uh And I listen, oh, for the voice inside my head. Nothin', I'll do this one myself Oh, ah, and the barrel waits, trigger shakes, aimed right at my head Won't you help me, help me from myself Hmm...State of love and trust, and a... State of love and trust, and a... (2x) State of love and...yeah... E-Mail Me
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 8:48 PM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	Last Exit Lives opened and trashed..."Look ma, watch me crash"... No time to question...why'd nothing last... Grasp and hold on...hold tight and fast... Soon be over...and I will relent... Let the ocean swell, dissolve 'way my past Three days, and maybe longer, won't even know I've left Under your tongue...I'm like a tab... I will give you what...you're not s'posed to have... Under my breath...I swear by sin... For better or for worse...a best we began... Let the sun climb, oh, burn 'way my mask Three days, and maybe longer, shed my skin at last...shed...shed... Let the sun shine, burn 'way my mask Three days, and maybe longer, won't ever find me here Let the ocean dissolve 'way my past Four days, and not much longer... Let my spirit pass... Ooh... This is, this is... This is, this is... This is, this is... My...last exit A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Rone	posted on 04-21-2001 @ 9:07 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Crazy Mary She lived on the curve of the road, in an old, tar-paper shack On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way into town we'd say: 'Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?' Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side Wild eyed, crazy Mary Down a long dirt road, past the Parson's place That old blue car we used to race Little country store with a sign tacked to the side Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed' Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around (3x) One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills Looked down into the house of Mary Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising above it all Next morning on the way into town Saw some skid marks and followed them around Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway (2x) Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around (3x) E-Mail Me
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-22-2001 @ 2:24 AM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	the best PJ song, and One of my top 5 all time favorite songs Black Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah... Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
geedagreek	posted on 04-22-2001 @ 5:33 AM
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00	NOT FOR YOU restless soul, enjoy your youth... like muhammed hits the truth, cant escape from the commonrule if you hate something, don't you want it too?? C/THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.... " smell my table got too crwded.. where did they come from? and you dare say??? R/C thats all i can remember right now.....lol "DO you know what a love letter is?...It's a bullet from a FUCKING GUN...staight through your heart....." Jesse Jones, Yuppicide
Fyfetallica	posted on 04-22-2001 @ 11:44 AM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	ok first, the right lyrics LOL Not For You **the ultimate F U song** Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it too...too... Small my table, a-sets just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from? Stormed my room! And you dare say it belongs to you...to you... This is not for you (3x) Oh, not for you...ah, you... ...scream...my friends...don't call me... ...friends, no they don't scream... ...my friends don't call...my friends don't... All that's sacred comes from youth Dedication, naive and true With no power, nothing to do I still remember, why don't you...don't you... This is not for you (3x) Oh, never was for you...fuck you... This is not for you... Oh, this is not for you...yeah, you... This is not for you... Oh, not for you... Oh, you... Now my contribution... Nothingman Once divided...nothing left to subtract... Some words when spoken...can't be taken back... Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking... Future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking... Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go... Nothingman... (2x) Isn't it something? Nothingman... She once believed...in every story he had to tell... One day she stiffened...took the other side... Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell... One just escapes...one's left inside the well... And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...oh...oh...oh... Nothingman... (2x) Isn't it something? Nothingman... Oh, she don't want him... Oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away... Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun... Burn...burn... Nothingman... (2x) Isn't it something? Nothingman... Nothingman... (2x) Coulda' been something... Nothingman... Oh...ohh...ohh... A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:) This message was edited by Fyfetallica on 4-22-01 @ 11:51 AM

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