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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: A little Floyd...... | ||||
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| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 12:22 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01  | This is one of the greatest bands ever. Eclipse All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All you feel. All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All you save. All that you give All that you deal All that you buy, beg, borrow or steal. All you create All you destroy All that you do All that you say. All that you eat And everyone you meet All that you slight And everyone you fight. All that is now All that is gone All that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. "There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark." | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 12:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | where to start???? Remember when you were young You shone like the sun Shine on you crazy diamond Now there's a look in your eyes Like black holes in the sky Shine on you crazy diamond You were caught in the crossfire Of childhood and stardom Blown on the steel breeze Come on you target for faraway laughter Come on you stranger You legend You martyr And shine You reached for the secret too soon You cried for the moon Shine on you crazy diamond Threatened by shadows at night And exposed in the light Shine on you crazy diamond Well you wore out your welcome With random percision Rode on the steel breeze Come on you raver You seer of visions Come on you painter You piper You prisoner And shine Part 2 Nobody knows where you are How near or how far Shine on you crazy diamond Pile on many more layers And I'll be joining you there Shine on you crazy diamond And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph Sail on the steel breeze Come on you boy child You winner and loser Come on you miner for truth and delusion And shine  | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 12:40 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Corporal Clegg Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war, in 1944. Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red, and blue He found it in the zoo. Dear, dear were they really sad for me? Dear, dear will they really laugh at me? Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him. Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain He's never been the same No one is to blame Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream From Her Majesty the queen His boots were very clean. Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 12:46 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | On the Turning Away On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The turning away" It's a sin that somehow Light is changing to shadow And casting it's shroud Over all we have known Unaware how the ranks have grown Driven on by a heart of stone We could find that we're all alone In the dream of the proud On the wings of the night As the daytime is stirring Where the speechless unite In a silent accord Using words you will find are strange And mesmerised as they light the flame Feel the new wind of change On the wings of the night No more turning away From the weak and the weary No more turning away From the coldness inside Just a world that we all must share It's not enough just to stand and stare Is it only a dream that there'll be No more turning away? Yet Another Movie One sound, one single sound One kiss, one single kiss A face outside the window pane However did it come to this? A man who ran, a child who cried A girl who heard, a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red The vision of an empty bed The use of force, he was so tough She'll soon submit, she's had enough The march of fate, the broken will Someone is lying very still He has laughed and he has cried He has fought and he has died He's just the same as all the rest He's not the worst, he's not the best And still this ceaseless murmuring The babbling that I brook The seas of faces, eyes upraised The empty screen, the vacant look A man in black on a snow white horse, A pointless life has run its course, The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run As he fades into the setting sun | ||||
| Metalfan | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 1:49 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Spit, you know that's one of my favs ;-) Here's another.... Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care. Leave but don't leave me. Look around and choose your own ground. Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be. Run, rabbit run. Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to dig another one. For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave E-Mail Me  "What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach...So, you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants, well he gets! | ||||
| mckinks | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 2:48 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying "keep on digging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find? When you're down in the pig mine You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are You're trying to keep your feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? ...!...!...! You gotta stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry.  "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right." | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 4:10 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble and turn Lotus's lean on each other in union Over the hills where a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine Morning to birth is born into shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Who is the man who arrives at the wall? Making the shape of his questions at asking Thinking the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun  Is my train in vain, has my soul gone to waste Am I just a victim of, a victim of my lost faith | ||||
| Kim | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 10:18 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long And there is time to kill today And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time Plans that either come to nought Or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone The song is over Thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells  Are we having fun yet??? "Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." | ||||
| ass-fucker | posted on 06-27-2001 @ 11:40 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | pink floyd is not one of the best bands ever, it is the best band ever, period. raving and drooling I fell on his neck with a scream He had a whole lotta terminal shock in his eyes That's what you get for pretending the rest are not real Bubbling and snapping at far away flies He will zig zag his way back through Memories of boredom and pain How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced Split up the middle between the illusion of Safety in numbers and the fist in your face  "i dont know, i was drunk at the time" adopted by adolecentmasturbator This message was edited by ass-fucker on 6-28-01 @ 10:46 PM | ||||
| Kingpin KEEPER OF THE FLAME. I have a little Wick. PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN. | posted on 06-28-2001 @ 9:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | I FUCKING love PINK FLOYD, by far one of the best bands to ever come out of England. After the fire the fire still burns The heart grows older but never ever learns The memories smoulder and the soul always yearns After the fire the fire still burns Adopted TonySoprano, if he disrespects you, let me know, I'll find a nice place for him to sleep with the fishes. E-Mail Me | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 06-28-2001 @ 10:21 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.  | ||||
| Whackbag | posted on 07-02-2001 @ 2:38 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Tim Floyd?? | ||||
| Nuggetking | posted on 07-02-2001 @ 10:35 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jun. 01 | I just saw Blue Floyd this weekend... they're a Pink Floyd Cover band. I highly reccommend them. Oh, and I also saw Les Claypool cover Shine On at the same concert. Needless to say it was Fucking awesome. --------------------  PHILLY LOVES O&A!!!!! ...Adopted by Rone | ||||
| 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 07-02-2001 @ 10:38 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | first, in honor of summer vactaion, starting week 3 Happiest Days of Our Lives Well, when we grew up and went to school, There were certain teachers, Who would hurt the children in any way they could, By pouring their derision, Upon anything we did, Exposing every weakness, However carefully hidden by the kids. But in (but in) the town it was well known, When they got home at night, Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them, Within inches of their lives. Another Brick In The Wall, Part II We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher, leave those kids alone. Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teachers, leave those kids alone. Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone! All in all you're just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. and now, one of their best Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and your O.K. Money it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team Money get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack. Money it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away "HuHuh! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"  thanks to fez for the pic | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 07-02-2001 @ 11:39 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Nuggetking...was that at the Jammy's? I wanted to go so bad but we had already made plans to go camping :( Here's my 3rd favorite Floyd song (after Wish You Were Here & Of the Turning Away) Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? Come on, now. I hear you're feeling down. Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again. Relax. I need some information first. Just the basic facts. Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I can't explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. Ok. Just a little pinprick. There'll be no more, Aaahhh! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe it's working. Good. That'll keep you going for the show. Come on it's time to go. There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb. | ||||
| ass-fucker | posted on 07-02-2001 @ 12:31 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | there's a silence surround me i can't seem to think straight i'll sit on the corner where no one will bpther me i think i should speak now i can't seem to speak now my words wont come out right i feel i'm drowning i'm feeling weak now but i can't show my weakness i sometime wonder where do we from here (why won't you talk to me?) (you never talk to me) (what are you thinking?) (what are you feeling?) former adoptee of adolecentmasturbator This message was edited by ass-fucker on 7-2-01 @ 12:39 PM | ||||
| twoTWO | posted on 07-02-2001 @ 2:00 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | Echoes Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant tide Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine. And no one showed us to the land And no one knows the wheres or whys But something stares and something tries And starts to climb towards the light Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best I can And no one calls us to move on And no one forces down our eyes And no one speaks And no one tries And no one flies around the sun Cloudless everyday you fall Upon my waking eyes Inviting and inciting me to rise. And through the window in the wall Comes streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning And no one sings me lullabies And no one makes me close my eyes And so I throw the windows wide And call to you across the skies.
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