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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Band of the Day 8/1/01! | ||||
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| Kim | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 7:27 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01  | Pink Floyd Comfortably Numb Hello, I there anybody in there ? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home Come on now, I hear you're feeling down I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax, I'll 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 smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb O.K., Just a little pin prick There'll be no more aaaaaaah ! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up ? I do, believe it's working, good That 'll keep you going through the show Come on, it's time to go. There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying 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  The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 9:29 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | The Slacker Anthem Time Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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 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 And it's racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative order, 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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd somethind more to say  | ||||
| Rone | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 9:31 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Brain Damage The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon "I can't think of anything to say except... I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"  | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 9:32 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | A tribute to our litte friend....Grumpy THE GNOME - Piper at the Gates of Dawn I WANT TO TELL YOU A STORY 'BOUT A LITTLE MAN IF I CAN A GNOME NAMED GRIMBLE GROMBLE AND LITTLE GNOMES STAY IN THEIR HOMES EATING, SLEEPING, DRINKING THEIR WINE HE WORE A SCARLET TUNIC A BLUE GREEN HOOD, IT LOOKED QUITE GOOD HE HAD A BIG ADVENTURE AMIDST THE GRASS, FRESH AIR AT LAST WINING, DINING, BILDING HIS TIME ... AND THEN ONE DAY HOORAY, ANOTHER WAY FOR GNOMES TO SAY OOH MY ... LOOK AT THE SKY, LOOK AT THE RIVER ISN'T IT GOOD? LOOK AT THE SKY, LOOK AT THE RIVER ISN'T IT GOOD? WINDING, FINDING PLACES TO GO AND THEN ONE DAY HOORAY, ANOTHER WAY FOR GNOMES TO SAY OOH MY OOH MY... | ||||
| Mikey Potatohead | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 10:31 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: May. 01 | SCREAM THY LAST SCREAM (unreleased) Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket, plan, plan your pointers, point your pointers, waddle with apples to crunchy Mrs. Stores, she'll be scrubbing bottles on all fours... Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket, fling your arms madly old lady with a daughter, flat top of houses, mouses, houses, piddle and diddle sitting fat... watching the telly to all hours, silly child fling your arms madly old lady with a daughter Scream thy last scream... www.10headshigh.com | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 11:50 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | From Atom Heart Mother...an album I grew up on (my dad is a huge Floyd fan). If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do. If I were to sleep, I could dream. If I were afraid, I could hide. If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain. If I were the moon, I'd be cool. If I were a book, I would bend. If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends. If I were alone, I would cry. And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry. And if I go insane, will you still let me join in with the game? If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late again. If I were a good man, I'd talk to you more often than I do  | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 6:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 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? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? 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 we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here...  Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh no, no, please God help me! | ||||
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