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| Grumpy SAGILLID The Midget Message Board Mauler rides his trusty mount Wilbur once again!! Internet Idiots beware!! | posted on 07-05-2001 @ 3:34 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Dec. 00  | This was written by Neil Diamond, sung by the Monkees and revived (in a really cool fashion) for the movie SHREK by Smashmouth I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all my dreams Then I saw her face Now I'm a believer Not a trace of doubt in my mind I'm in love I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried I thought love was more or less a giving thing Seems the more I gave, the less I got What's the use in trying All you get is pain When I needed sunshine, I got rain Then I saw her face Now I'm a believer Not a trace of doubt in my mind I'm in love I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried  If you're having problems with your sig pic site host, feel free to go here: Visit this Website If with age comes wisdom, I should have been a fucking sage by now! | ||||
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 07-05-2001 @ 4:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | ahhh...davy jones...my first boyfriend :) Daydream Believer Oh I could hide neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring but it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes my shaven razors cold and it stings (Chorus) Cheer up sleepy Jean oh what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen You once thought of me as a white knight on his stead now you know how happy I can be oh and our good times start and end without dollar one to spend but how much baby do we really need  | ||||
| Jennitalia | posted on 07-05-2001 @ 7:54 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | i luv the Monkees. I used to be so in love with Micky. Mike wrote some good songs, too. THE GIRL I KNEW SOMEWHERE You tell me that you've never been this way before. You tell me things I know that I've heard somewhere. You're standing in the places and you're staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere. I just can't put my finger on what it is that says to me "Watch out! Don't believe her." I can't give any reasons girl, my thoughts are bound down in a whirl. I just can't think who in the world was that girl; I know I met her somewhere. Someway, somehow this same thing was done. Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong. Well, goodbye dear, I just can't take this chance again. My fingers are still burning from the last time. And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame. That's as may be, I can't explain. Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere. (Words and music by Michael Nesmith)  | ||||
| Kim | posted on 07-06-2001 @ 7:37 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone You're trying to make your mark in society Using all the tricks that you used on me. You're reading all those high fashion magazines The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes. I said I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone Not your stepping stone, Not your stepping stone. When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news. You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who. I said I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone Not your stepping stone, Not your stepping stone.  I've adopted That Guy II...so be nice to him! Any problems let me know! :) "Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." This message was edited by Kim on 7-6-01 @ 7:39 AM | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 07-06-2001 @ 5:33 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Hrmm... I wonder if Ant & Joe have read through this thread yet. Is my train in vain, has my soul gone to waste Am I just a victim of, a victim of my lost faith | ||||
| Canweseeyourstuff | posted on 07-06-2001 @ 5:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Words and Music by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart Take the last train to Clarksville, And I'll meet you at the station. You can be be there by four thirty, 'Cause I made your reservation. Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! 'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning And I must see you again We'll have one more night together 'Til the morning brings my train. And I must go, oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! And I don't know if I'm ever coming home. Take the last train to Clarksville. I'll be waiting at the station. We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses And a bit of conversation. Oh... Oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! Take the last train to Clarksville, Now I must hang up the phone. I can't hear you in this noisy Railroad station all alone. I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! And I don't know if I'm ever coming home. Take the last train to Clarksville, Take the last train to Clarksville, [repeat and fade]  | ||||
| Kim | posted on 07-06-2001 @ 6:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | You say I'm tough and kind of wild. Am I too much for you to tame? I swear this time it's not a game. I've known a lot of girls. No, this I won't deny. I'll give our love, I'll give it more than a try. That was then, (that was then) this is now. Let me prove my love girl, I'll make you proud. I never made (never made) this kind of vow. That was then, this is now I've led a thousand lives it seems. And there's been a lot of broken dreams. My mind's just swept love aside. But you broke me down and put me wise. I've doubted all compassion, But you showed me the door. I can't doubt it, I don't doubt it no more. That was then, (that was then) this is now. Let me prove my love girl, I'll make you proud. I never made (never made) this kind of vow. That was then, this is now. I've known a lot of girls. No, this I won't deny. I'll give our love, I'll give it more than a try. That was then, (that was then) this is now. Let me prove my love girl, I'll make you proud. I never made (never made) this kind of vow. That was then, this is now. That was then, this is now. That was then, this is now. I've adopted That Guy II...so be nice to him! Any problems let me know! :) "Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." | ||||
| Jennitalia | posted on 07-07-2001 @ 1:00 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Goin' Down Sock it to me... Floatin' down the river With a saturated liver And I wish I could forgive her But I do believe she meant it When she told me to forget it And I bet she will regret it When they find me in the morning wet and drowned And the word gets 'round Goin' down Goin' down Coming' up for air It's pretty stuffy under there I'd like to say I didn't care But I forgot to leave a note And it's so hard to stay afloat I'm soakin' wet without a boat And I knew I should have taken off my shoes It's front page news Goin' down Goin' down I wish I had another drink It wouldn't be so hard to sink I should have taken time to think Besides I got the picture straight She must have had another date I didn't need this extra weight I wish that I could see the way to shore Don't want no more Goin' down I'm goin' down And now I see the life I led I slept it all away in bed I should have learned to swim instead And now it's really got me stumped I can't believe why I jumped I'd like to get my tummy pumped I can't believe they drink this stuff in town This dirty brown Goin' down Goin' down I wish I looked before I leaped I didn't know it was so deep Been down so far I don't get wet Haven't touched the bottom yet This river scene is gettin' old I'm hungry, sleepy, wet and cold She told me to forget it nice I should have taken her advice I only want to go on home I'd gladly leave that girl alone What a way to spend the night If I don't drown, I'll die of fright My pappy taught me how to float But I can't swim a single note He threw me in to teach me how I stayed there floatin' like a mama cow And now I've floated way down stream I know this has to be a dream If I could find my way to shore I'd never, never do this anymore I'll give you three, I've been down nine I'm goin' down just one more time. Goin' down. Goin' down. Now the sky is gettin' light An everything will be alright Think I finally got the knack Just floatin' here lazy on my back I never really liked that town I think I'll ride the river down Just movin' slow and floatin' free There's a river swingin' under me. Waving back to the folks on shore I should have thought of this before I'm floatin' on down to New Orleans Goin' to pick up on some swingin' scenes I know I'll know a better day I'll go down groovin' all the way Goin' down Goin' down | ||||
| Kim | posted on 07-07-2001 @ 10:07 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | She knows her mind all right, your Auntie Grizelda, She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so. Oh, yeah, she's raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda, You only know the things she wants you to know. I know she's having a fit, She doesn't like me a bit, No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda. You can't begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda, She couldn't budge a smile and do it for free. So righteous making fudge, your Auntie Grizelda, So proper judging others over her tea. You look just like her you do, I know by looking at you, That you've been listening to your Auntie Grizelda. Oh, no, don't look at me like Auntie Grizelda It takes much more to be someone of your own. You've got to make it free from Auntie Grizelda Or just like her you'll have to make it alone. I know she's having a fit, She doesn't like me a bit, No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda. Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda.... I've adopted That Guy II...so be nice to him! Any problems let me know! :) "Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 07-12-2001 @ 11:40 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | Grumpy, Their movie HEAD is a tripped out classic. I suggest being wasted with whatever your elixir might be ...  | ||||
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