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Posted By	Discussion Topic: Your Song of the day 4/25/01
NJDude	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 10:38 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00	What You're Doing Well I see you standing there with your finger in the air Everything we do you wanna leave it up to you. Who do you think you are you think you wanna start Try to run the town Always try to put us down. Well you think that you're right You think you're out of sight Tell me something mister Why do you have to make us so uptight? Well you say you've been tryin' You know that you're lyin' I think you need some groovin' Who do you think you're foolin' now? Well you better start changin' You're life needs rearrangin You better do some talkin' Or you better do some walkin' now. Yeah you think that you're right You think you're out of sight Tell me something mister Why do you have to put us so uptight? I know what you're doing all that you've been doing wrong I don't know what you're feelin' oh, but you been feelin' long. Well you think that you're right Tell me something mister Why do you have to put us so uptight. Yeah, yeah E-Mail Me
Banana_juice	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 10:53 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	ROLL THE BONES Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Well, you can stake that claim -- Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice -- Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come into the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Jack -- relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a parallax -- you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig. It's action -- reaction -- Random interaction. So who's afraid Of a little abstraction? Can't get no satisfaction From the facts? You better run, homeboy -- A fact's a fact From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot -- take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got -- What you're holding. If the cards are cold, Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold. Stop throwing stones -- The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy! proud graduate of Newbie University. Honor Student of Lord Magus's class. E-Mail Me
spitfire421	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 11:02 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	lyrics to this paint such a pretty picture in your mind... RED BARCHETTA My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law And on Sundays I elude the 'Eyes' and hop the Turbine freight To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine --- For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... Wind in my hair --- Shifting and drifting --- Mechanical music --- Adrenalin surge --- Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside... I stand alone on the cliffs of the world, no-one ever tends to me. Sitting alone covered in breeze. Some things are so my mind can breathe. The waiting is hard, fuckin' takes so long. Draped in sun, hands in sand. Earth acid cleanses me. It cleanses me clean, but the world it never comes(Kyuss, Space Cadet)
TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh?	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 11:03 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	RUSH DISTANT EARLY WARNING An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes on difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom, Absalom, Absalom
TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh?	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 11:06 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	here's another good one... RUSH WITCH HUNT The night is black, without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light, Faces are twisted and grotesque. Silent and stern in the sweltering night, The mob moves like demons possesed. Quiet in conscience, calm in their right, Confident their ways are best. The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will. Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill. They say there are strangers who threaten us, Our immigrants and infidels. They say there is strangeness to danger us In our theatres and bookstore shelves, That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves. Quick to judge, Quick to anger, Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand.
NJDude	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 11:14 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00	All excellent Rush songs!!! :) E-Mail Me
Kwyjibo	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 11:34 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Man!!! Starting off with a song when John Rusty was still playing the drums for them, who would have thought. Red Barchetta is my all time favorite Rush song. How about this one though (sorry it had to be done): 2112 Lyrics by Neil Peart With acknowledgement to the genius of Ayn Rand I. Overture And the meek shall inherit the earth. II. Temples of Syrinx ... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to you eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. III. Discovery ... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..." What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night. IV. Presentation ... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ... ... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..." I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Yes, we know it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do. Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Don't annoy us further We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. V. Oracle: The Dream ... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ... ... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..." I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitfull sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Oh, to tear the Temples down... Oh, to change.. VI. Soliloquy ... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen I don't think I can carry on Carry on this cold and empty life Oh...noo. My spirits are low in the depths of despair My lifeblood spills over.. VII. The Grand Finale Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation We have assumed control. We have assumed control. We have assumed control. 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
Froy King Shit *board owner*	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 12:26 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01	Animate Polarize Me Sensitize Me Critisize Me Civilize Me Compensate Me Animate Me Complicate Me Elevate Me Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role Daughter of a demon-lover Empress of the hidden face Preistess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control Mistress of the dark unconcious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me My counterpart - my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warning trend - a gentle friend Man must build a fortress to defend A secret face - a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state - a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post.
Kim	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 4:40 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Kid Gloves A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much -- Call it blind frustration Call it blind man's bluff Call each other names -- Your voices rude -- your voices rough Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the lessons Taught in school won't be enough Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough A world of indifference Heads and hearts too full Careless of the consequence Of constant push and pull Anger got bare knuckles Anger play the fool Anger wear a crown of thorns Reverse the golden rule Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the weapons And the ways of hard-knock school Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool
atomic punk	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 4:45 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Freewill There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned, Or the gods are malign..." Blame is better to give than receive. Chorus You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear I will choose freewill. There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland. All preordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate. Kicked in the face, You can't pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate. Chorus Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete. Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet. Chorus Proud graduate of Spitfire421's School of Altered Reality I am a victim of the science age, a child of the storm
Rommel	posted on 04-25-2001 @ 6:02 PM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	Subdivisions Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer Or the misfit so alone (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths, we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Well, some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory Of lighted streets on quiet nights (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth

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