And on the other matter - Ricardo was was just Tom pretending - perhaps in bad taste but then TOm was the only one seriously in danger from Ricardo so I guess he has earned the rights.
If anyone wants to join 12 Foot Lizards (thanks for the offers of help people) just sign up via Yahoo Groups.
I think we'll all agree today has been a rollercoaster ride, but its great to know we are out of the woods.
― Pete (Pete), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:57 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:57 (twenty-two years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:02 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:04 (twenty-two years ago)
*wipes brow and changes underpants*
― Chris Radford (Chris Radford), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:07 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― toby (tsg20), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:12 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:20 (twenty-two years ago)
trans: N. wishes he had that much time to pi$$ about on the interweb
― CarsmileSteve (CarsmileSteve), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tom (Groke), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― Al Andalous, Friday, 25 July 2003 14:31 (twenty-two years ago)
heavens! ;-)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― RickyT (RickyT), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Larcole (Nicole), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― smee (smee), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)
also beard has gone now hasn't it?
― CarsmileSteve (CarsmileSteve), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mark C (Mark C), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mark C (Mark C), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:02 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:05 (twenty-two years ago)
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourselfHow do I work this?And you may ask yourselfWhere is that large automobile?And you may tell yourselfThis is not my beautiful house!And you may tell yourselfThis is not my beautiful wife!
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removingThere is water at the bottom of the oceanCarry the water at the bottom of the oceanRemove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/in the silent waterUnder the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
And you may ask yourselfWhat is that beautiful house?And you may ask yourselfWhere does that highway go?And you may ask yourselfAm I right?...Am I wrong?And you may tell yourselfMY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― NA (Nick A.), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:17 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally C (Ally C), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:05 (twenty-two years ago)
We dent, We robWe choke, We gunWe kill, We stabWe rob, We steal
Party 'til you puke...
GO!...
We're not gonna dieYou can never kill usWe're not gonna dieYou can never hurt us
We dent, We robWe choke, We gunWe kill, We stab
We rob, We steal Party 'til you puke...
GO!... Party 'til you puke!
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally C (Ally C), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:12 (twenty-two years ago)
Starting from here, let's make a promiseYou and me, let's just be honestWe're gonna run, nothing can stop usEven the night that falls all around us
Soon there will be laughter and voicesBeyond the clouds over the mountainsWe'll run away on roads that are emptyLights from the airfield shining upon you
Nothing can stop this, not now I love youThey're not gonna get us,they're not gonna get usNothing can stop this, not now I love youThey're not gonna get us,they're not gonna get usThey're not gonna get us
Not gonna get usNot gonna get us
We'll run away, keep everything simpleNight will come down, our guardian angelWe rush ahead, the crossroads are emptyOur spirits rise, they're not gonna get us
My love for you, always foreverJust you and me, all else is nothingNot going back, not going back thereThey don't understand,They don't understand us
Nothing can stop this, not now I love youThey're not gonna get us,they're not gonna get usNothing can stop this, not now I love youThey're not gonna get us,they're not gonna get usThey're not gonna get usThey're not gonna get us
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:40 (twenty-two years ago)
[Chorus]WELL YOU AND ICOLLAPSED IN LOVEAND IT LOOKS LIKE WE MIGHT HAVE MADE IT, YES IT LOOKS LIKE WE'VEMADE IT TO THE END
What happened to usSoon it will be gone foreverInfatuated only with ourselvesAnd neither of us can think straight anymore
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:03 (twenty-two years ago)
Oh we were on the bedWhen you came homeI heard you stopOutside the doorI know you won't believe it's trueI only went with her 'cos she looks like youMy God!
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:14 (twenty-two years ago)
She's pretty in pinkIsn't shePretty in pinkIsn't she
All of her lovers all talk of her notesAnd the flowers that they never sentAnd wasn't she easyAnd isn't she pretty in pinkThe one who insists he was first in the lineIs the last to remember her nameHe's walking aroundIn this dress that she woreShe is goneBut the joke's the same
Pretty in pinkIsn't shePretty in pinkIsn't she
Caroline talks to you softly sometimesShe says 'I love you' and 'Too much'She doesn't have anything you want to stealWell, nothing you can touchShe wavesShe buttons your shirtThe traffic is waiting outsideShe hands you this coatShe gives you her clothesThese cars collide
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:15 (twenty-two years ago)
[Tim:] In December, my heart's full of spring.[Sarah:] I could phone you, tell you everything,[Tim:] Like the crazy evenings on the yacht;[both:] Tim and Sarah went and tied the knot!Did you know they pulled the town hall down?I don't think you'll recognise this town.Never could have been a tennis wife,Get into the acting life.
Getting groovy after Hallowe'en,Mid-November, got back on the scene.I'm so glad that I just got my pay!I was born on Christmas day.I was born on Christmas day.I was born on Christmas day.
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:22 (twenty-two years ago)
You told me you would move heaven and earthCheering my spirits with laughter and mirthHere I sit waiting beside the tree all by myself
Oh, could you ever know how much I care?Could you ever know that out somewhereThere's a boy who really hurts?
Since I found youI found a girlI found a thornI found a queenNow I am warm
You told me you would bring presents and treatsCheering my spirits with homemade sweet meatsHere I sit waiting beside the tree all by myself
Here I sit waiting beside the tree all by myself
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:23 (twenty-two years ago)
After all is said and doneYou've never walked, you've never run,You're a winner
You got the moves, you know the streetsBreak the rules, take the heatYou're nobody's fool
You're at your best when when the goin' gets roughYou've been put to the test, but it's never enough
You got the touchYou got the power
When all hell's breakin' looseYou'll be riding the eye of the storm
You got the heartYou got the motion
You know that when things get too toughYou got the touch
You never bend, you never breakYou seem to know just what it takesYou're a fighter
It's in the blood, it's in the willIt's in the mighty hands of steelWhen you're standin' your ground
And you never get hit when your back's to the wallGonna fight to the end and you're takin' it all
You're fightin' fire with fireYou know you got the touch
You're at your best when when the road gets roughYou've been put to the test, but it's never enough
― Jon Williams (ex machina), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:29 (twenty-two years ago)
Play the game, you know you can't quit until it's wonSoldier on, only you can do what must be doneYou know in some way you're a lot like meYou're just a prisoner and you're tryin' to break free
Chorus:
I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' skyI'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higherGonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheelsTake me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire
Burning up, don't know just how far that I can go (just how far I go)Soon be home, only just a few miles down the roadI can make it, I know I canYou broke the boy in me, but you won't break the man
(chorus)
I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest seaI can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me, burnin' in meJust once in his life a man has his time, and my time is now, I'm coming alive
I can hear the music playin', I can see the banners flyFeel like you're back again, and hope ridin' highGonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheelsTake me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire
I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest seaI can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in meBurnin', burnin' in me, I can feel it burnin'Oooh, burnin' inside of me... (to fade)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:30 (twenty-two years ago)
I don't know that, is it Tori Amos?
Well I hope and I pray That maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart Add and subtract But as a matter of fact Now that you're gone I still want you back Remembering Surrendering Remembering that part All of my heart
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:32 (twenty-two years ago)
I walked along the avenue.I never thought I'd meet a girl like you;Meet a girl like you.With auburn hair and tawny eyes;The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through;Hypnotize me through.
And I ran, I ran so far away.I just ran, I ran all night and day.I couldn't get away.
A cloud appears above your head;A beam of light comes shining down on you,Shining down on you.The cloud is moving nearer still.Aurora borealis comes in view;Aurora comes in view.
Reached out a hand to touch your face;You're slowly disappearing from my view;Disappearing from my view.Reached out a hand to try again;I'm floating in a beam of light with you;A beam of light with you.
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:35 (twenty-two years ago)
Friday night and everyone's movingI can feel the heat but it's soothingHeading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town
Downtown the young ones are goingDowntown the young ones are growing
We're the kids in AmericaWe're the kids in AmericaEverybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets fasterLook boy, don't check on your watch, not another glanceI'm not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problemsMuch later baby you'll be saying never mindYou know life is cruel, life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new storyKind hearts don't grab any glory
Come closer, honey that's betterGot to get a brand new experienceFeeling rightOh don't try to stop babyHold me tight
Outside a new day is dawningOutside Suburbia's sprawling everywhereI don't want to go babyNew York to East CaliforniaThere's a new wave coming I warn you
Now the light fades outAnd I'm wondering what I'm doing in a room like thisThere's a knock on the doorAnd just for a second I thought I remembered you
So now I'm aloneNow I can think for myselfAbout little dealsAnd S.U.'sAnd things that I just don't understandLike a white lie that nightOr a slight touch at timesI don't think it meant anything to you
So I open the doorIt's the `friend' that I'd left in the hallway"Please sit down"A candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed
You know I hate to askBut, are `friends' electric?Mine's broke downAnd now I've no one to love
So I find out your reasonFor the phone calls and smilesAnd it hurts And I'm lonelyAnd I should never have triedAnd I missed you tonightSo it's time to leaveYou see this means everything to me
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:37 (twenty-two years ago)
The feeling has gone only you and I. It means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna.
The music is weaving Haunting notes, pizzicato strings, The rhythm is calling. Alone in the night as the daylight brings, A cool empty silence. The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky, It fades to the distance.
The image has gone only you and I. It means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna.
This means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna.
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:41 (twenty-two years ago)
I was hooraying you, you cliquish pallifying weenie!
― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Time flies - doesn't seem a minute Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it All change - don't you know that when you Play at this level there's no ordinary venue
It's Iceland... or the Philippines... or Hastings... or... or this place!
COMPANY: One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free You'll find a god in every golden cloister And if you're lucky then the god's a she I can feel an angel sliding up to me
THE AMERICAN: One town's very like another When your head's down over your pieces, brother
COMPANY: It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity To be looking at the board, not looking at the city
THE AMERICAN: Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town...
COMPANY: Tea, girls, warm, sweet, sweet Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite
THE AMERICAN: Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist Whose every move's among the purest I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
COMPANY: One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble Not much between despair and ecstasy One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble Can't be too careful with your company I can feel the devil walking next to me
THE AMERICAN: Siam's gonna be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would a Muddy old river or reclining Buddha
And thank God I'm only watching the game, controlling it
I don't see you guys rating The kind of mate I'm contemplating I'd let you watch, I would invite you But the queens we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlours
COMPANY: One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free You'll find a god in every golden cloister A little flesh, a little history I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble Not much between despair and ecstasy One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble Can't be too careful with your company I can feel the devil walking next to me
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:44 (twenty-two years ago)
"I think I'm old and I'm in pain" you said"And it's all running out like it's the end of theWorld" you said "and it's so cold it's like theCold if you were dead" and then you smiled forA second
Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living atThe edge of the world like I'm living at the edgeOf the world "It's just the way I smile" you said
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:46 (twenty-two years ago)
I'm not bitching, you're bitching!
Anyway, get in Gary Numan, and all that. Second-best song ever, even!
― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:46 (twenty-two years ago)
I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's,I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox.I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolus.I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,I know the croaking chorus from the "Frogs" of Aristophanes.Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense "Pinafore."Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,And tell you every detail of Caractacus's uniform;In short, in matters vegetable, animal and mineral,I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin,"When I can tell at sight a mauser rifle from a javelin,When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,And when I know precisely what is meant by commissariat,When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery;In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy,You'll say a better Major-General has never sat-a-gee.
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;But still in matters vegetable, animal and mineral,I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:49 (twenty-two years ago)
You phone me in the evening on hearsay And bought me caviar You took me to a restaurant off Broadway To tell me who you are We never-ever argue, we never calculate The currency we've spent. I love you, you pay my rent I love you, you pay my rent. I'm your puppet I love it
And look at the two of us in sympathy And sometimes ecstasy Words mean so little, and money less When you're lying next to me But look at my hopes, look at my dreams The currency we've spent. I love you, you pay my rent I love you, you pay my rent Look at my hopes, look at my dreams The currency we've spent. I love you, you pay my rent I love you, you pay my rent (It's easy, it's so easy) I love you, you pay my rent (It's easy, it's so easy) You pay my rent (It's easy, it's so easy)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:53 (twenty-two years ago)
I got boys all over the road I got boys helpin' me unload
Forty boys in forty nights I got no time to see the sights
Sometimes I nibble and sometimes I bite I kinda sorta wanna get skin-tite Have some now save some for later But there's no cute boys in Decatur
I got boys all over the roadI got boys helpin' me unload
Makin' out all night in HollywoodYou know I'd do 'em all if I couldMy honey in Stuttgart doesn't careThat I collect their underwear
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:55 (twenty-two years ago)
One,two,three four fiveEverybody in the car so come let's rideTo the liquor store around the cornerThe boys say they want some gin and juiceBut i really dont wanna
Beerbust like I had last weekI must stay cheap cause talk is a cheapI like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, And Ritaand i as i continue you know they're getting sweeterSo what can I do I really beg you my lordTo me flirtin is just like a sportAnything fly is all good let me dump itPlease set in the trumpet
1 - A little bit of Monica in my life A little bit of Erica by my side A little bit of Rita is all i need A little bit of Tina is what I see A little bit of Sandra in the sun A little bit of Mary all night long A little bit of Jessica here i am A little bit of you makes me your man Mambo#5
Jump up and down and move it all aroundShake your head to the soundPut your hands on the groundTake one step left and one step rightOne to the front and one to the sideClap ypur hands once and clap your hands twiceand if it looks like this then you doin it right
Repeat 1
Pump it and trumpet Mambo#5
I do all to fall in love with a girl like youCause you can't run and you can't hideYou and me are gonna touch the sky
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:01 (twenty-two years ago)
sylvia stays in bed on her ownshe can hear the cars outside and wonders where they goand if you call her answerphone she’ll get back to you one day
and lonely girls lonely girls fill the world
oh julia dreams while she’s typing awayjackie kills time while the company paystracy still hears 808s ringing in her brain
jane slaps paint on the walls of her homelydia sings when she thinks she’s alonejean gets drunk and wanders home through the car parks that eat her change
yeah lonely girls lonely girls fill the world
and they smile through the summerand laugh in the rainand sing through the winterbut never show the pain
oh sometimes our lives are not what they seemsometimes things aren’t like they are in lifestyle magazineswe see what we want to seein this miracle of clay
where lonely girls lonely girls fill the world
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:04 (twenty-two years ago)
I've got hoes (I've got hoes)In different area codes (area) area codes (codes)Hoes (hoes..hoes) in different area codes (area) area codes (codes)
[Ludacris]Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?I'm worldwide, biiitch act like y'all knowIt's the abominabol-hoe manGlobe-trot international post manNeighbor-dick dope man7-1-8's, 2-0-2'sI send small cities and states I-O-U's9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outsideSo control your hormones and keep your drawers on'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's (oh)Read your horoscope and eat some hordervesTen on pump one, these hoes is self serve7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]Now everyday is a hoe-ly day, so stop the violenceand put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today5-0-4, 9-7-2's7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do?You checkin out the scene, I'm checkin a hoe tonightWith perpendicular, vehicular homicide3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey)Too much green, too much fun (hey)I bang cock in BangkokCan't stop, I turn and hit the same spotThink not, I'm the thriller in ManillaSchlong in Hong KongPimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don JuanMan after Henny with a coke and a smileI just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dialI got my condoms in a big ass sackI'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (biatch)
[Nate Dogg]Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk)Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? (gangsta talk..ohh)Is it cuz they like my handsome face? (handsome face)Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways? (gangsta ways..ohh)Whatever it is, they love itAnd they just won't let me beI handles my biz, don't rush me (area)Just relax and let me be free (codes)Whenever I call (I call), come runnin'2-1-2 or 2-1-3You know that I ball (I ball), stop frontinor I'll call my substitute freak (hoes)
[Ludacris]9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4Shout out to the 2-0-6Everybody in the 8-0-8Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-43-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see yaUh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0-tree8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-19-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-07-0-8, 5-0-2Hoes different area codes, know thatSouthern Hoes-pitality
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:06 (twenty-two years ago)
Oh what a picture perfect childJust like Jesus, he's tender and mildHe'd a wear a smile while he wore a thorny croooooowwwnWhat an angel with a heart so sweet and sureAnd a mind so open and pureThank god we live in this quiet redneck mountain town!
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:07 (twenty-two years ago)
[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls, I do adore[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
[Jay-Z]I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roamSo she call me cabron plus marriconSaid she likes to cook rice so she likes me homeI'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempoI got this black chick, she don't know how to actAlways talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snapShe like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rapYou better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"I got this French chick that love to french kissShe thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twistMy, cherie amor, tu et belleMerci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hellI got this indian squaw the day that I met herAsked her what tribe she with, red dot or featherShe said all you need to know is I'm not a hoAnd to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-DoughNow that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and blackThat's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fatArroz con pollo, french fries and crepeAn appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plateI love
[Tip] Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)Girls, I do adore[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls all over the globe[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon
[Jay-Z]I got this young chick, she so immatureShe like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floorGotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her hollaGot a project chick, that plays her partAnd if it goes down y'all that's my heartBaby girl so thorough she been with me from the startHid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the partsI got this model chick that don't cook or cleanBut she dress her ass off and her walk is meanOnly thing wrong with ma she's always on the sceneGod damn she's fine but she parties all the timeI get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chickShe look right in that tight blue dress, she's thickShe gives me extra pillows and seat back loveSo I had to introduce her to the Mile High ClubNow that's young chick, stewardess, project and modelThat means I fly rough early, plus I know TahoeThat means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beefBut I never have a problem with my first class seatI love
[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls, I do adore[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls all over the globe[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Jay-Z]I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the houseA hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it outGot a chick from Peru, that sniff fufuShe got a cousin at customs that get shit throughGot this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shitCrazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgetsGot this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick'Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - manI got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skullShe like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your assyou was dead broke and naked, and now you want halfI got this ho that after twelve million soldMami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce BigalowI got so many girls across the globe..
[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls, I do adore[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls all over the globe[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let's roll[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls, I do adore[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour
[Jay]I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls, girls..
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:09 (twenty-two years ago)
You give me your number, I call you upyou act like your pussy don't interruptI don't have no problem with you fucking meBut I have a little problem wit you not fucking meBaby you know i'ma take care of youCause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't trueIs it a good thing? no its bad bitchFor good or worse, makes you switchSo I walk on over with my crystalBitches' niggaz put away your pistolsDirty won't be having it in this houseCause bitch I'll cripple your styleNow that you heard my calm voiceYou couldn't get another nigga, hoochie won't get moistIf you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money
Hey, dirty, baby I got your moneyDon't your worry, I said heyBaby I got your money
Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at meI whispered in their ear, wanna be with me?You wanna look pretty though, in my videoOl' Dirty on the hat and I let you all knowJust dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost tranceIf you stop! i'ma put the killer ants in your pantsI'm the O-D-B as you can seeEvery eye, don't you be watching meI don't want no problems cause I put you downIn the ground where you can not be foundI'm just dirt dog trying to make sum bunnySo give me my streaks and give me my honeyRadio, yes all day, everydayRecognize I'm a fool and ya luvin me!None of you nmph better look at me funnyNmph you know my name now give me my money!
Yo, yo!Nigga playing in the club like this all nightBitches put your ass out let me hold it tightYou looking at my wrist saying "that's so nice"The price bitch is diamonds shining disco lightYou better help me solve this problemOr i'ma get this money and rob themLucky dog when I won the lottoRan up on my car for carrying rob loweYou can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirtAnd you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo assStop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loudIt takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowdThey say he had his dick in his mouthEddie Murphy told me that back in the houseBut give me my money!
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:10 (twenty-two years ago)
[Chorus: 2X][Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad![Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad![Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh
[Big Boi]Uno, dos, tres, it's onDid you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?Like that there boi and will still stay streetBig things happen every time we meetLike a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geekOutkast bumpin' up and down the streetSlam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deepSeventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beatCause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the clubShould have bought an ounce, but you caught the dubShould have held back, but you throwed the punch'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunchNo D to-the U to-the G for youGot a son on the way by the name of BambooGot a little baby girl four year, JordanNever turn my back on my kids for themShould have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)Before you read up, get a laptopMake a business for yourself, boy, set some goalsMake a fair diamond out of dusty coalsRecord number four, but we on a rollHold up, slow up, stop, controlLike Janet, planets, Stankonia is onlyA movin' like floor commin' straight to FloridaLock all your windows then block the quartersPullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in orderLike a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughterYo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the borderPenny pap rappers tryin' to get the fiveI'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay aliveWhen you come to ATL boi you better not hide cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!
[Choir]Bombs over Baghdad! YeahBombs over Baghdad! YeahBombs over Baghdad! YeahBombs over Baghdad! Yeah
[Dre]B-I-G, B-O-IAn-An-AndreTo the T-O-P
[Dre and Big Boi: 15X]Bob your head. Rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
[Choir: 23X]Bible music. Electric revival.
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:14 (twenty-two years ago)
It was me and the possy with Bunny (G)We were cruising in the Jag or the Lambourgini,When low and behold there appeared a mirage,He was hooking up a car in his daddy's garage.We stopped short, did a double take,He was looking so fly, I thought I wasn't awake.He was obviously hooking up bass, I asume,But then he turned a little button and the car went boom.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom,We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.We like the cars, the cars that go boom.We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
We like them short, and we like them tall,We like them one, and we like them all.They're always adding speakers when they find the room,Coz they know we like the guys with the cars that go boom.And see my boyfriend really knows where it's at,He's got 50 inch woofers all along the back.He makes a comment on going to my room,I'd rather stay out with his car that goes boom.
Now if your car ain't got it, go out and get it,We like the boom and don't you forget it.So turn down the treble, and flaunt your bass,So your car can be heard almost any place.Coz when you're in the street you can't go far,Without hearing the boom pouring out your car.So if your speaker's weak, then please turn it off,Coz we like the cars that sound so tough.
Everybody just beep your hornEverybody just beep your horn at us,Now clap!Hit it!Beep, beep beep beep beep!Come on everybody!Hey, hey hey hey hey!Beep, beep beep beep beep!
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:17 (twenty-two years ago)
no im not tryin to be rude, but hey pretty girl im feelin you the way you do the things you do remind me of my Lexus coup thats why im all up in yo grill tryina get you to a hotel you must be a foot ball coach the way you got me playin the field
now gimme that toot toot and i'll give you that beep beep runnin her hands through my 'fro bouncin on 24's while they say on the radio...
[chorus] this is the remix to ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen mama rollin that body got evey man in her wishin sippin on coke and rum im like so what im drunk its the freakin weekend baby im about to have me some fun
(Let me see you) Bounce- bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce (Now let me see you) Bounce- bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
now its like murder she wrote once i get you out them clothes privacy is on the door still they can hear you screamin more girl im feelin what you feelin no more hopin and wishin im bout to take my key and stick it in the ignition
so gimme that toot toot and i'll give you that beep beep runnin her hands through my 'fro
bouncin on 24's while they say on the radio...
this is the remix to ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen mama rollin that body got evey man in her wishin sippin on coke and rum im like so what im drunk its the freakin weekend baby im about to have me some fun
crystall poppin in the stretch navigator we got food every where as if the party was catored we got fellas to my left honnies on my right we bring em both together we got drinkin all night then after the show its the (after party) and after the party its the (hotel lobby) and round about 4 you gotta (clear the lobby) then head take it to the room and freak somebody
can i get a toot toot can i get a beep beep runnin her hands through my 'fro bouncin on 24's while they say on the radio...
girl we off in this jeep foggin windows up blastin the radio in the back of my truck bouncin up and down stroke it round and round to the remix we just thuggin it out...
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:18 (twenty-two years ago)
Do you really wanna touch itDo you really wanna mess with me tonightOh, and if you know how I like itWould you call my name and give it to me rightCould you just put that thing on meSo I can just freak on youAnd you could just freak on meAnd I'm gon' give it to you all night longI'mma show your body what your lips are doing wrong
Do you really wanna touch it,Do you really wanna f**k with me tonightOh, and if you know how I like itWould you call my name and give it to me right
So love just feels so good to meCould you just move it on up cuz I want ecstasyAnd I'mma give it to ya all night longI'mma show your body what your tongue's doing wrong, Ooh...
Chorus
Give it to me give it to me call my nameThis boy's shyness got me wet like crazyI want it more and more When you call my name and spank me, Ooh...
Chorus x 2
Yeah, yeah, yeahJack Knight and Dakoda HouseAll we wanna do is make you bounceMonifah, would you turn me out?Show me what your thing is all aboutJack Knight and Dakoda HouseAll we wanna do is make you bounceMonifah, could you turn me out?Show me what your thing is all about
Chorus x 4
Touch it, Touch me, Love me.Suck me, Give me, Baby, yeah.
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:22 (twenty-two years ago)
You got beautiful eyes,You got beautiful thighs,You got a lot, without a doubt,But I'm thinkin' bout blowin you out,
Cos, you won't stop talking,Why don't you give it a rest?You got more rabbit than sainsburysIts time you got it off your chestNow you was just the kind of girl to break my heart in 2 CHORUSI knew right off when I first met my eyes on youBut how was I to know you'd break my ear holes too,with your excessive talking,you're becoming a PEST,
rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.....(repeat)
Now your a wonderful girl,you got a wonderful smell,you got wonderful arms,you got charms
You got wonderful hair,We make a wonderful pair,No I don't mind havin' a chat....But, you have to keep givin' it that,
(chorus) rabbit, rabbit, rabbit (repeat)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:23 (twenty-two years ago)
Intergalactic planetaryPlanetary intergalactic
Jazz and Awol that's our teamStep inside the party disrupt the whole sceneWhen it comes to beats well I'm a fiendI like my sugar with coffee and creamGot to keep it going keep it going full steamToo sweet to be sour too nice to be meanOn the tough guy style I'm not too keenTo try to change the world I will plot and schemeMario C likes to keep it cleanGonna shine like a sunbeamKeep on rapping cause that's my dreamGot an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themesWhen it comes to envy y'all is greenJealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routineAnother dimension new galaxyIntergalactic planetary
From the family tree of old school hip-hopKick off your shoes and relax your socksThe rhymes will spread just like a poxCause the music is live like an electric shockI am known to do the WopAlso known for the Flintstone FlopTammy D getting biz on the cropBeastie Boys known to let the beat dropWhen I wrote graffiti my name was SlopIf my rap's soup my beats is stockStep from the tables as I start to chopI'm a lumberjack DJ AdrockIf you try to knock me you'll get mockedI'll stir-fry you in my wokYour knees'll start shaking and your fingers popLike a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
Intergalactic planetaryPlanetary intergalacticAnother dimension do it
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:26 (twenty-two years ago)
Drive boy dog boyDirty numb angel boyIn the doorway boyShe was a lipstick boyShe was a beautiful boyAnd tears boyAnd all in your innerspace boyYou hadhands girl boyand steel boyYou had chemicals boyI've grown so close to youBoy and you just groan boyShe said comeover comeoverShe smiled at you boy.
Let your feelings slip boyBut never your mask boyRandom blonde bio high density rhythmBlonde boy blonde country blonde high densityYou are my drug boyYou're real boySpeak to me and boy dogDirty numb cracking boyYou get wet boyBig big time boyAcid bear boyBabes and babes and babes and babes and babesAnd remembering nothing boyYou like my tin horn boy and getWet like an angelDerail
You got a velvet mouthYou're so succulent and beautifulShimmering and dirtyWonderful and hot timesOn your telephone lineAnd god and everythingOn your telephoneAnd in walk an angel
And look at me your momSquatting pissed in a tube-hole at Tottenham Court RoadI just come out of the shipTalking to the mostBlonde I ever metShoutingLager lager lager lagerShoutingLager lager lager lagerShouting...Lager lager lagerShoutingMega mega white thingMega mega white thingMega mega white thingMega megaShouting lager lager lager lagerMega mega white thingMega mega white thingSo many things to see and doIn the tube hole trueBlonde going back to RomfordMega mega mega going back to RomfordHi mom are you having funAnd now are you on your wayTo a new tensionheadache
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:26 (twenty-two years ago)
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.You' re the firestarter, twisted firestarter.I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.Yeah. I'm the pain you tasted, well intoxicated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.You' re the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the self inflicted, mind detonator.Yeah. I'm the one infected, twisted animator.
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)
You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself
Don't get my sympathy Hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks three timesHe still comes reeling through the door One day I'll get you And teach you how to get to purest hell
You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurtsIs that you do it to yourself Just you, you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, you doand that's what really hurtsIs that you do it to yourselfJust you, you and no-one elseYou do it to yourself You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:33 (twenty-two years ago)
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,got the muse in my head she's universal,spinnin' me round she's coming over me.And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,got the muse in my head she's universal,spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Kind of buzz that lasts for dayshad some help from insect wayscomes across all shy and coyjust another nancy boy.Woman man or modern monkeyjust another happy junkiefifty pounds, press my buttongoing down.
And it all breaks down at the role reversalgot the muse in my head she's universal,spinnin' me round she's coming over me.And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,got the muse in my head she's universal,spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Does his makeup in his roomdouse himself with cheap perfumeeyeholes in a paper baggreatest lay I ever hadkind of guy who mates for lifegotta help him find a wifewe're a couple, when our bodies double.
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:39 (twenty-two years ago)
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaroundTo carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricksWanna get out here you're bred dead quickFor the outside,The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your wallsHarvest your ovaries dead mothers crawlHere comes warden, Christ, temple, elderEnvironment not yours you see through it all
Here chewing your tail is joy
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:43 (twenty-two years ago)
I've got your picture, I've got your picture I'd like a million of you over myself I asked the doctor to take your picture So I can look at you from inside as well You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark Everyone around me is a total stranger Everyone avoids me like a psyched lone-ranger Everyone
That's why I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:47 (twenty-two years ago)
You're not unreadable, you're not unbeatable.I know just what you are. Don't push your luck too far.You're not untouchable, not just another girl.I'd get in touch with you, I only wish you knew thatI've got your number written on the back of my hand.I've got your number written on the back of my hand.I've got your number written on the back of my hand.I've got your number.
I had a dream I had another girlBut in the morning she was just a kick insideI hope I'm getting through the interference toMy money's running out, I don't know what to say now.The operator's saying cut the lineYou want to call here for the very last time.You're only young at heart, but there's a time to startJust realizing what I've got down here, girl.
Say, don't you realize. Is there nothing left inside?Hey, did I get you wrong? Say, where has your number gone?
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:49 (twenty-two years ago)
(you are so right about the jukebox apocolypse that it's not even FUNNY, holy shit)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:51 (twenty-two years ago)
You little thiefYou little savageYou little beauty You little whoreYou've taken everythingI had to believe inNow there's nothing To believe in at all
So tell me how does it feel To make a grown man wanna dieDoes it make you uneasyDoes it every cross your mind
You little dreamYou little nightmareYou little nothingYou little girlYou left me broken Shattered and bleedingBut there's no hard feelings There no feelings at all
Cos when I needed youYou watched me fall
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Friday, 25 July 2003 18:54 (twenty-two years ago)
(who am I kidding, no-one's reading this)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:55 (twenty-two years ago)
>You must be joking>Oh man you must be joking
She needed to be protected
The good life was so elusiveHandouts, they got me downI had to regain my self respectSo I got into camoflauge
The girls they love to see you shoot
>I love a man in a uniform>I love a man in a uniform>I love a man in a uniform>I love a man in a uniform
To have ambitions was my ambitionBut I had nothing to show for my dreamsTime with my girl I spent it well
The good life was so elusiveHandouts, they got me downI had to regain my confidenceSo I got into camoflauge
I need an order>Shoot shootI need an order>Shoot shootI need an order>Shoot shootI need an order>Shoot shoot
To have ambition was my ambitionTime with my girl I spent it well
The girls they love to see you shootThe girls they love to see you shoot
>I love a man in a uniform>I love a man in a uniform
They love to see you shoot
>I love a man in a uniform
They love to see you shootThe girls they love to see you shoot
==>I love a man in a uniform==They love to see you shoot==>>Bang bang==>>They love
The girls they love to see you shoot>I love a man in a uniform
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:57 (twenty-two years ago)
You gave them all those old time starsThrough wars of worlds - invaded by MarsYou made 'em laugh - you made 'em cryYou made us feel like we could flyRadio
So don't become some background noiseA backdrop for the girls and boysWho just don't know or just don't careAnd just complain when you're not thereYou had your time, you had the powerYou've yet to have your finest hourRadio - radio
All we hear is radio ga gaRadio goo gooRadio ga gaAll we hear is radio ga gaRadio blah blahRadio what's new ?Radio, someone still loves you
We watch the shows - we watch the starsOn videos for hours and hoursWe hardly need to use our earsHow music changes through the years
Let's hope you never leave old friendLike all good things on you we dependSo stick around 'cos we might miss youWhen we grow tired of all this visualYou had your time - you had the powerYou've yet to have your finest hourRadio - radio
All we hear is radio ga gaRadio goo gooRadio ga gaAll we hear is radio ga gaRadio goo gooRadio ga gaAll we hear is radio ga gaRadio blah blahRadio what's new ?Someone still loves you
Radio ga ga (ga ga)Radio ga ga (ga ga)Radio ga ga (ga ga)
You had your time - you had the powerYou've yet to have your finest hourRadio - radio
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:03 (twenty-two years ago)
Radio is the sound salvationRadio is cleaning up the nationThey say you better listen to the Voice of ReasonBut they don;t give you any choice'Cause they think that it's treasonSo you had better do as you were toldYou better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds meI wanna bite that hand so badlyI wanna make them wish they'd never seen meSome of my freinds sit around every eveningAnd they worry about the times aheadBut everybody else is overwhelmed by indifferenceAnd the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut outThey don't wanna hear about itIt's only inches on the reel to reelAnd the radio is in the handsOf such a lot of foolsTryin' to anesthetize they way that you feel
Radio is the sound salvationRadio is cleaning up the nationThey say you better listen to the Voice Of ReasonBut they don't give any choice'Cause they think that its treasonSo you had better do as you were toldYou better listen to the radio
Wonderful RadioNothing Less than RadioRadio, Radio
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:13 (twenty-two years ago)
dig my fingernails into the ambit of America plat down your hair hang on for the ride Concorde take-off plastered to the back of my seat pink finger nail polish on your right breast eating your pussy and all around us saturated in kaltes, klares Wasser
all over ninetynine tilt intentions strong like standing on my board golden shower all over my face big water at least a little my water entrails pussy floor
silicon, silicon silicon suction the unwanted curves exposed by kaltes, klares Wasser
kaltes/über meine Körper/kaltes kaltes - kaltes/hmmm klares/kaltes - kaltes - klares/klares kaltes, klares Wasser
arrested and released my body bleeding all over your bastrock by the fire my body is burning and you were pour kaltes, klares Wasser all over me
chill me out call me down no feeling no control my body is a weapon waiting at your door hold me under don´t let go
kaltes - klares kaltes/kaltes, klares Wasser/klares/kaltes, klares Wasser kaltes - klares kaltes kaltes, klares Wasser kaltes - Wasser - klares - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - klares - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - klares - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - - - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - klares - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - klares - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - klares - Wasser kaltes - Wasser - - - Wasser kaltes - klares - kaltes - klares kaltes - klares - kaltes - Wasser
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:17 (twenty-two years ago)
No one likes looking at youYour lack of ego offends male mentalityThey need your innocenceTo steal vacant love and to destroyYour beauty and virginity used like toys
My mind is dead, everybody love's meWants a slice of meHopelessly passive and compatibleNeed to belong, oh the roads are scareySo hold me in your armsI wanna be your only possession
Used, used, used by menUsed, used, used by men
All they leave behind is moneyPaper made out of broken twisted treesYour pretty face offendsBecause it's something real that I can't touchEyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving booksBlack and white TVAll the world does not exist for meAnd if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipopsYour diet will crush meMy life just an old man's memory
Little baby nothingLoveless slavery, lips kissing emptyDress your life in loathingBreaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
Little baby nothingSexually free, made - up to breakupAssassinated beautyMoths broken up, quenched at lastThe vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are snowWe are the useless sluts that they mouldRock 'n' roll is our epiphanyCulture, alienation, boredom and despair
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)
Dig if u will the picture Of u and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can u my darling Can u picture this? Dream if u can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and u How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry Touch if u will my stomach Feel how it trembles inside You've got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase u Even doves have pride How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father) Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold) Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother) She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why) This is what it sounds like When doves cry When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry) When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry) Don't Cry (Don't Cry)
How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry
Touch if u will my stomach Feel how it trembles inside You've got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase u Even doves have pride
How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry
How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father) Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold) Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother) She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why) This is what it sounds like
When doves cry When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry) When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
Don't Cry (Don't Cry)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― That hott barmaid at bellvue (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― also the hott bartender from Bellevue (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 20:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 20:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 25 July 2003 20:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 20:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 25 July 2003 20:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 21:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pierce Fucking Brosnan (Millar), Friday, 25 July 2003 21:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Saturday, 26 July 2003 00:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tad (llamasfur), Friday, 1 August 2003 02:45 (twenty-two years ago)
We are standing hereExposing ourselvesWe are showroom dummiesWe are showroom dummies
We’re being watchedAnd we feel our pulseWe are showroom dummiesWe are showroom dummies
We look aroundAnd change our poseWe are showroom dummiesWe are showroom dummies
We start to moveAnd we break the glassWe are showroom dummiesWe are showroom dummies
We step outAnd take a walk through the cityWe are showroom dummiesWe are showroom dummies
We go into a clubAnd there we start to danceWe are showroom dummiesWe are showroom dummies
[repeat to fade] we are showroom dummies
― Tad (llamasfur), Friday, 1 August 2003 02:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Friday, 1 August 2003 03:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Friday, 1 August 2003 03:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 1 August 2003 04:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alan (Alan), Friday, 1 August 2003 08:40 (twenty-two years ago)
-- Andrew (n...), August 1st, 2003 5:32 AM.
I hope Pete feels guilty now.
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:58 (twenty-two years ago)
Snake Oil - greta for lampos, not so good for frying I've found.
― Pete (Pete), Friday, 1 August 2003 11:05 (twenty-two years ago)