This is the thread where I say thank you to our mystery benefactor

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Wow. I am shocked. I just checked the ILx Paypal account (set up for emergencies of the type that seemed to be on the horizon) and not only have we been sent enough money to comfortably look after ILx in perpetuity, but also all the coding problems we were having seemed to have rectified themselves vis a vis the server. I don't know whop you are mystery benefactor - but cheers - a lot of people wee rightly concerned round here and its good that we can go home on a Friday night knowing that in the end, no action will have to be taken.

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)

it is a travesty of the phrase "12 foot" to imagine that pete is allowed in this particular group

mark s (mark s), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:56 (twenty-two years ago)

His tail extends well into the ground.

N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:57 (twenty-two years ago)

You've got to admit though - I do the lizard thing well.

Pete (Pete), Friday, 25 July 2003 13:57 (twenty-two years ago)

You're good at tall tails.

N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:02 (twenty-two years ago)

thank you all for an entertaining aftrenoon.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:04 (twenty-two years ago)

phew

*wipes brow and changes underpants*

Chris Radford (Chris Radford), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:05 (twenty-two years ago)

I am totally confused as to whether Ptee really was suckered by the ricardo thing or if he just took playing along to absurd lengths. If the latter, astonishingly self-indulgent.

N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:07 (twenty-two years ago)

pete is very bored.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:08 (twenty-two years ago)

i don't see any possibility of confusion.

toby (tsg20), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:09 (twenty-two years ago)

N is an oaf toby.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)

How can anyone say you lack confidence Julio?

Pete (Pete), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:12 (twenty-two years ago)

I JUST DON'T KNOW!!!!

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Pete are you seriously trying to tell me there's a wolf threatening the flock? again?

stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:20 (twenty-two years ago)

If the latter, astonishingly self-indulgent

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)

The ricardo thing span out of a throwaway comment Pete made in response to Julio, N. We were all playing along.

Tom (Groke), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Mo' meta than evah. (I have no idea what the ricardo thing is, but I'd rather be in the dark.)

Al Andalous, Friday, 25 July 2003 14:31 (twenty-two years ago)

that's right blame me!

heavens! ;-)

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Playing along is one thing, playing along for about 7 hours making 37 threads about it is a whole different thing, so I think N.'s point is still good, but then I would since he's my hero. My elf hero.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:33 (twenty-two years ago)

N. is no elf. He had a beard!

RickyT (RickyT), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

So he's more like a garden gnome?

Larcole (Nicole), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Surely the most important question is - does he have sideburns?

smee (smee), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

you can't see due to hair smee.

also beard has gone now hasn't it?

CarsmileSteve (CarsmileSteve), Friday, 25 July 2003 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

So. Is there really a benefactor. This has been a very lame day.

Mark C (Mark C), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Actually, forget I asked. Time to move on.

Mark C (Mark C), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:01 (twenty-two years ago)

I predict ILX REALLY WILL close purely as a result of all this nonsense

stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:02 (twenty-two years ago)

I predict a number of people will stop posting/reading, someone will bitch "it isn't the same without so-and-so," and three weeks later someone else will bitch that the people who are still here are too nice to each other too regularly.

Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:05 (twenty-two years ago)

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

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 removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

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...

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:16 (twenty-two years ago)

I hope to God you just typed that all up from memory.

NA (Nick A.), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:17 (twenty-two years ago)

ally is v fast on that keyboard. it wouldn't surprise me.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Of course! I danced in a big suit while doing it, too.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Were there small versions of you behind you too?

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah, actually I wondered what Stephanie was doing behind me...

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Have Pete's enormous lies killed the world yet?

Ally C (Ally C), Friday, 25 July 2003 15:58 (twenty-two years ago)

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:05 (twenty-two years ago)

We're not gonna die
You can never kill us
We're not gonna die
You can never hurt us

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab
We rob, We steal

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab
We rob, We steal

Party 'til you puke...

GO!...

We're not gonna die
You can never kill us
We're not gonna die
You can never hurt us

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab
We rob, We steal

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab

We rob, We steal Party 'til you puke...

GO!...

Party 'til you puke...

GO!... Party 'til you puke!

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:08 (twenty-two years ago)

I feel sick.

Ally C (Ally C), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
Not gonna get us
Not gonna get us

Starting from here, let's make a promise
You and me, let's just be honest
We're gonna run, nothing can stop us
Even the night that falls all around us

Soon there will be laughter and voices
Beyond the clouds over the mountains
We'll run away on roads that are empty
Lights from the airfield shining upon you

Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us

Not gonna get us
Not gonna get us

We'll run away, keep everything simple
Night will come down, our guardian angel
We rush ahead, the crossroads are empty
Our spirits rise, they're not gonna get us

My love for you, always forever
Just you and me, all else is nothing
Not going back, not going back there
They don't understand,
They don't understand us

Not gonna get us
Not gonna get us

Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:21 (twenty-two years ago)

I WAS GOING TO POST THAT ANDREW YOU EVIL EVIL IDEA THIEF

Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Watch my flying fingers!

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 16:40 (twenty-two years ago)

All those dirty words
They make us look so dumb
Been drinking far too much
And neither of us mean what we say

[Chorus]
WELL YOU AND I
COLLAPSED IN LOVE
AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE MIGHT HAVE MADE IT, YES IT LOOKS LIKE WE'VE
MADE IT TO THE END

What happened to us
Soon it will be gone forever
Infatuated only with ourselves
And neither of us can think straight anymore

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:03 (twenty-two years ago)

The line was 'All those dirty words'? Weird.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:03 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh well, I guess
It couldn't last too long
I came home one day
And all her things were gone
I fell asleep inside
I never heard her come
Oh, and she opened up the wardrobe
And I had to get it on, yeah
Oh, listen

Oh we were on the bed
When you came home
I heard you stop
Outside the door
I know you won't believe it's true
I only went with her 'cos she looks like you
My God!

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:13 (twenty-two years ago)

This thread is becoming rapidly sexy.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Caroline laughs and it's raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself round and she smiles and she says
'This is it, that's the end of the joke'
And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk through in their coats

She's pretty in pink
Isn't she
Pretty in pink
Isn't she

All of her lovers all talk of her notes
And the flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy
And isn't she pretty in pink
The one who insists he was first in the line
Is the last to remember her name
He's walking around
In this dress that she wore
She is gone
But the joke's the same

Pretty in pink
Isn't she
Pretty in pink
Isn't she

Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
She says 'I love you' and 'Too much'
She doesn't have anything you want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes
These cars collide

Pretty in pink
Isn't she
Pretty in pink
Isn't she

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:15 (twenty-two years ago)

[Sarah:] Spent the summer holed up in a room.
[Tim:] Looking pretty, won't you be here soon?
[Sarah:] EuroDisney, could not work at all
[both:] A little bird had told me in the fall.
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.

[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)

David Byrne & Andrew WK => it's been sexy for a while.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:22 (twenty-two years ago)

You told me you would be here by my side
Warming my heart on this cold winter's night
Here I sit waiting beside the tree all by myself

You told me you would move heaven and earth
Cheering my spirits with laughter and mirth
Here I sit waiting beside the tree all by myself

Oh, could you ever know how much I care?
Could you ever know that out somewhere
There's a boy who really hurts?

Since I found you
I found a girl
I found a thorn
I found a queen
Now I am warm

Oh, could you ever know how much I care?
Could you ever know that out somewhere
There's a boy who really hurts?

Since I found you
I found a girl
I found a thorn
I found a queen
Now I am warm

You told me you would bring presents and treats
Cheering my spirits with homemade sweet meats
Here 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)

You got the touch
You got the power

After all is said and done
You've never walked, you've never run,
You're a winner

You got the moves, you know the streets
Break the rules, take the heat
You're nobody's fool

You're at your best when when the goin' gets rough
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough

You got the touch
You got the power

When all hell's breakin' loose
You'll be riding the eye of the storm

You got the heart
You got the motion

You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch

You never bend, you never break
You seem to know just what it takes
You're a fighter

It's in the blood, it's in the will
It's in the mighty hands of steel
When you're standin' your ground

And you never get hit when your back's to the wall
Gonna fight to the end and you're takin' it all

You got the touch
You got the power

When all hell's breakin' loose
You'll be riding the eye of the storm

You got the heart
You got the motion

You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch

You're fightin' fire with fire
You know you got the touch

You're at your best when when the road gets rough
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough

You got the touch
You got the power

You got the touch
You got the power

Jon Williams (ex machina), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Growin' up, you don't see the writing on the wall
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead, you knew it all
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain
You'll find you're all alone, everything has changed

Play the game, you know you can't quit until it's won
Soldier on, only you can do what must be done
You know in some way you're a lot like me
You're just a prisoner and you're tryin' to break free

Chorus:

I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky
I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher
Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels
Take 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 road
I can make it, I know I can
You broke the boy in me, but you won't break the man

(chorus)

I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea
I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me, burnin' in me
Just 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 fly
Feel like you're back again, and hope ridin' high
Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire

(chorus)

I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea
I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me
Burnin', 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)

Since I found you
I found a girl
I found a thorn
I found a queen
Now I am warm

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)

now do 'Broken Wings'!

stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:31 (twenty-two years ago)

BEST. SONG. EVER. Get in Ally.

Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Andrew it was Weezer!!!!!

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.

And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.

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.

And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Can we please start punctuating phrases like "Get in Ally" so that they don't read quite as dodgy?

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:33 (twenty-two years ago)

The lack of punctuation is the whole point! That's what makes it more Tep, less Scouse.

Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Are you threatening me?

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:34 (twenty-two years ago)

That really is the rudest regional slang I've ever heard.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's soothing
Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town

Downtown the young ones are going
Downtown the young ones are growing

We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory

We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Come closer, honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby
Hold me tight

Outside a new day is dawning
Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:35 (twenty-two years ago)

It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls
There's a man outside
In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette

Now the light fades out
And I'm wondering what I'm doing in a room like this
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you

So now I'm alone
Now I can think for myself
About little deals
And S.U.'s
And things that I just don't understand
Like a white lie that night
Or a slight touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you

So I open the door
It'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 ask
But, are `friends' electric?
Mine's broke down
And now I've no one to love

So I find out your reason
For the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts
And I'm lonely
And I should never have tried
And I missed you tonight
So it's time to leave
You see this means everything to me

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:37 (twenty-two years ago)

We walked in the cold air.
Freezing breath on a window pane,
Lying and waiting.
The man in the dark in a picture frame,
So mystic and soulful.
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry,
It stays with you until

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)

Are you threatening me?

I was hooraying you, you cliquish pallifying weenie!

Tep (ktepi), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:41 (twenty-two years ago)

You know it never meant much to me
There's something on your mind that I couldn't see
It didn't hurt me too much to find
You were seeing someone else for all of this time
You know that I don't care
And I'd like you to know that I don't care
I don't need your sympathy
Why don't you ever look at me
You did nothing for me
You did nothing I see
You did nothing for me
You did nothing
There's no today and there's no tomorrow
Where you find sadness I find sorrow
Nobody knows but it always shows
I think I'm losing my mind but that's the way that it goes
And it's fine, all those lies
I can see the truth lies in your eyes
So I guess we are through
You did to me what I did to you
I don't need your sympathy
Cause you don't mean that much to me

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:42 (twenty-two years ago)

GODDAMNIT Tep, I even posted Gary Numan for you and still you bitch.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:43 (twenty-two years ago)

THE AMERICAN:
Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner

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 it's dark and it looks like rain" you said
"And the wind is blowing like it's the end of the
World" you said "and it's so cold it's like the
Cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for
A second.

"I think I'm old and I'm in pain" you said
"And it's all running out like it's the end of the
World" you said "and it's so cold it's like the
Cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for
A second

Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at
The edge of the world like I'm living at the edge
Of 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)

GODDAMNIT Tep, I even posted Gary Numan for you and still you bitch.

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 am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal and mineral;
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical,
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted too with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o'news --
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus,
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous;
In short, in matters vegetable, animal and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

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)

boom boom boom now let me hear you say 'weh-oh' - TOO LATE!

stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:49 (twenty-two years ago)

You dress me up, I'm your puppet
You buy me things, I love it
You bring me food, I need it
You give me love, I feed it
And look at the two of us in sympathy
With everything we see I never want anything, it's easy
You buy whatever I need
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

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)

I see your sister in her
Sunday dress
She's out to please
She pouts her best
She's out to take
No need to try
She's ready to make
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
Please me, baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
Please me
Cars are crashin' every night
I drink n' drive
Everything's in sight
I make the fire
But I miss the firefight
I hit the bull's eye every night
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
Please me, baby
Yeah it's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So easy
But nothin' seems to please me
It all fits so right
When I fade into the night
See me hit you
You fall down
I see you standin' there
You think you're so cool
Why don't you just
Fuck off
Ya get nothin' for nothin'
If that's what you do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do
And I'm bored
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
Please me, baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So easy
But nothin' seems to please me
It all fits so right
When I fade into the night
So come with me
Don't ask me where cause I don't know
I'll try to please you
I ain't got no money
But it goes to show
It's so easy

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Spendin' every night in a different state
Spendin' every night with a different date
I come into town and have a look around
And then I find a guy who wants to get down

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 road
I got boys helpin' me unload

Forty boys in forty nights
I got no time to see the sights

Makin' out all night in Hollywood
You know I'd do 'em all if I could
My honey in Stuttgart doesn't care
That I collect their underwear

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

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 17:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Ladies and gentlemen....this is Mambo#5


One,two,three four five
Everybody in the car so come let's ride
To the liquor store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But i really dont wanna

Beerbust like I had last week
I must stay cheap cause talk is a cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, And Rita
and i as i continue you know they're getting sweeter
So what can I do I really beg you my lord
To me flirtin is just like a sport
Anything fly is all good let me dump it
Please 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 around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hands on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap ypur hands once and clap your hands twice
and if it looks like this then you doin it right

Repeat 1

Pump it and trumpet Mambo#5

Repeat 1

I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
Cause you can't run and you can't hide
You and me are gonna touch the sky

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:01 (twenty-two years ago)


stephanie stares at the posters on the wall
tina sits and waits for a telephone call
maxine mixes alcohol with polythene and paint

sylvia stays in bed on her own
she can hear the cars outside and wonders where they go
and 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 away
jackie kills time while the company pays
tracy still hears 808s ringing in her brain

jane slaps paint on the walls of her home
lydia sings when she thinks she’s alone
jean 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 summer
and laugh in the rain
and sing through the winter
but never show the pain

oh sometimes our lives are not what they seem
sometimes things aren’t like they are in lifestyle magazines
we see what we want to see
in 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)

Chorus: Nate Dogg

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 know
It's the abominabol-hoe man
Globe-trot international post man
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8's, 2-0-2's
I send small cities and states I-O-U's
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5
I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones
3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's (oh)
Read your horoscope and eat some horderves
Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve
7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now everyday is a hoe-ly day, so stop the violence
and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today
5-0-4, 9-7-2's
7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do?
You checkin out the scene, I'm checkin a hoe tonight
With perpendicular, vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey)
Too much green, too much fun (hey)
I bang cock in Bangkok
Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial
I got my condoms in a big ass sack
I'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 it
And they just won't let me be
I 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 2-1-3
You know that I ball (I ball), stop frontin
or I'll call my substitute freak (hoes)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8
Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0-tree
8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0
7-0-8, 5-0-2
Hoes different area codes, know that
Southern Hoes-pitality

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:05 (twenty-two years ago)

(jaw dropping)

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:06 (twenty-two years ago)

4 Dan:

Oh what a picture perfect child
Just like Jesus, he's tender and mild
He'd a wear a smile while he wore a thorny croooooowwwn
What an angel with a heart so sweet and sure
And a mind so open and pure
Thank god we live in this quiet redneck mountain town!

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:07 (twenty-two years ago)

[Jay-Z]
Girls I love you.. I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie amor, tu et belle
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I 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 ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon

[Jay-Z]
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love

[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

[Jay-Z]
I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff fufu
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit
Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick'
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'
Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe..

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Jay]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls..

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:09 (twenty-two years ago)

This is now my favorite thread evah...thank you so much Andrew and Ally (and mystery benefactor!)

You give me your number, I call you up
you act like your pussy don't interrupt
I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me
Baby you know i'ma take care of you
Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true
Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my crystal
Bitches' niggaz put away your pistols
Dirty won't be having it in this house
Cause bitch I'll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn't get another nigga, hoochie won't get moist
If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money

Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey
Baby I got your money

Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, wanna be with me?
You wanna look pretty though, in my video
Ol' Dirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! i'ma put the killer ants in your pants
I'm the O-D-B as you can see
Every eye, don't you be watching me
I don't want no problems cause I put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I'm just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny
So give me my streaks and give me my honey
Radio, yes all day, everyday
Recognize I'm a fool and ya luvin me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you know my name now give me my money!

Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey
Baby I got your money

Yo, yo!
Nigga playing in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight
You looking at my wrist saying "that's so nice"
The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve this problem
Or i'ma get this money and rob them
Lucky dog when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying rob lowe
You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass
Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud
It takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house
But give me my money!


Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey
Baby I got your money

nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:10 (twenty-two years ago)

1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mñma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all alone
before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
believe there's always more, ahhhhh!

[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 on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

[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

[Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To 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)

How many kinds, where can we start?
yeah
I like the ones with the pretty eyes,
Well i like all kinds of guys.
Stop. What happened, how about the ones we especially like?
Which ones?
You know the ones with the cars that go..
I hear you..
Hit it!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Everybody just beep your horn
Everybody 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)

Now, usualy i dont do this but uh... give em a lil preview of the remix

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...


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

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)

Jack Knight and Dakoda House, All we wanna do is make you bounce
Monifah, would you turn me out? Show me what your thing is all about.
Jack Knight and Dakoda House, All we wanna do is make you bounce.
Monifah, could you turn me out? Show me what your thing is all about.

Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna mess with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right
Could you just put that thing on me
So I can just freak on you
And you could just freak on me
And I'm gon' give it to you all night long
I'mma show your body what your lips are doing wrong

Do you really wanna touch it,
Do you really wanna f**k with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right

So love just feels so good to me
Could you just move it on up cuz I want ecstasy
And I'mma give it to ya all night long
I'mma show your body what your tongue's doing wrong, Ooh...

Chorus

Give it to me give it to me call my name
This boy's shyness got me wet like crazy
I want it more and more
When you call my name and spank me, Ooh...

Chorus x 2

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jack Knight and Dakoda House
All we wanna do is make you bounce
Monifah, would you turn me out?
Show me what your thing is all about
Jack Knight and Dakoda House
All we wanna do is make you bounce
Monifah, 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 a beatiful chin,
You got beautiful skin,
You got a beautiful face,
You got taste

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 sainsburys
Its time you got it off your chest
Now you was just the kind of girl to break my heart in 2 CHORUS
I knew right off when I first met my eyes on you
But 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 Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile
You stick around I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile
Style profile I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
>From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon just up until the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall you've got guile
To step to me I'm a rapophile
If you want to battle you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile

Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic

Jazz and Awol that's our team
Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
Got to keep it going keep it going full steam
Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
On the tough guy style I'm not too keen
To try to change the world I will plot and scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean
Gonna shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rapping cause that's my dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes
When it comes to envy y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine
Another dimension new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary

Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic

From the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
Cause the music is live like an electric shock
I am known to do the Wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D getting biz on the crop
Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop
When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop
If my rap's soup my beats is stock
Step from the tables as I start to chop
I'm a lumberjack DJ Adrock
If you try to knock me you'll get mocked
I'll stir-fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock

Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic
Another dimension do it

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.

Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm
Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy
You're real boy
Speak to me and boy dog
Dirty numb cracking boy
You get wet boy
Big big time boy
Acid bear boy
Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes
And remembering nothing boy
You like my tin horn boy and get
Wet like an angel
Derail

You got a velvet mouth
You're so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot times
On your telephone line
And god and everything
On your telephone
And in walk an angel

And look at me your mom
Squatting pissed in a tube-
hole at Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of the ship
Talking to the most
Blonde I ever met
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager
Shouting...
Lager lager lager
Shouting
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do
In the tube hole true
Blonde going back to Romford
Mega mega mega going back to Romford
Hi mom are you having fun
And now are you on your way
To a new tension
headache

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:26 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator.
I'm the fear addicted, danger illustrated.

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.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
You' re the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

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 times
He 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 hurts
Is 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 do
and that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:33 (twenty-two years ago)

Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful ass.

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 days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.

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.

Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple, when our bodies double.

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.

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.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:39 (twenty-two years ago)

You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Kung Fu do what you do to me
I haven't been the same since my teenage lobotomy
Full on, I moved to Hong Kong
With Bruce Lee's brother and Johnny Wong
I think its strange, he's friends with Fu Manchu
And he thinks he knows you
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Last night Jackie Chan came 'round
I played pool with him and we hung out
Mr. Miagi and the X-men
Called in for a while as well
Kung Fu do what you do to him
I can't live without my Kung-Fu movies
'Shanghai Killers' and 'Deadly Road'
My life was ruined when the Green Dragon closed
I think it's strange he's friends with Fu Manchu
And he thinks he knows you
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan
Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
I think it's strange he's friends with Fu Manchu
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
He's in love with you
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan
Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:41 (twenty-two years ago)

Andrew, we should get married.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:43 (twenty-two years ago)

I've got your picture of me and you
You wrote "I love you" I love you too
I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do
Oh it's in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

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

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)

I'm getting that impression.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)

I mean, fuck, Kung Fu, how the hell do I top that? That's the BEST SONG EVER for serious this time.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:47 (twenty-two years ago)

You only call me if you're feeling blue.
You tell me I don't pay attention to you.
But if you only knew just what I'm going through,
You wouldn't phone those guys who mess around with you, girl.
When I call you I get stacks of lies.
You whip them out before you dry your eyes.
I'm not a machine, a nineteen-sixties dream.


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 that
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 written on the back of my hand.
I've got your number.


I had a dream I had another girl
But in the morning she was just a kick inside
I hope I'm getting through the interference to
My money's running out, I don't know what to say now.
The operator's saying cut the line
You want to call here for the very last time.
You're only young at heart, but there's a time to start
Just realizing what I've got down here, girl.


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 that
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 written on the back of my hand.
I've got your number.


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)

I realized some time last week that me+Millar+Miccio + Kung Foo = end of the world, FOR REAL.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:49 (twenty-two years ago)

Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no further
How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before
And I will do it again / Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again / You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends

(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)

I mean, dude, for serious, Bryan already broke a rib moshing with Tom, can you imagine if fucking Kung Fu was playing? SOMEONE WOULD'VE DIED.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:51 (twenty-two years ago)

You little thief
You let me love you
You saw me stumbling
You watched me fall
You left me broken
Shattered and bleeding
But there's no hard feelings
There no feelings at all

You little thief
You little savage
You little beauty
You little whore
You've taken everything
I had to believe in
Now there's nothing
To believe in at all

So tell me how does it feel
To make a grown man wanna die
Does it make you uneasy
Does it every cross your mind

You little dream
You little nightmare
You little nothing
You little girl
You left me broken
Shattered and bleeding
But there's no hard feelings
There no feelings at all

Cos when I needed you
You watched me fall

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:53 (twenty-two years ago)

It was CT from the Real World.

Scaredy Cat, Friday, 25 July 2003 18:54 (twenty-two years ago)

WTF? On the 4th? And then he saved Tom's life the rest of the night. What a guy. If you're reading this, Bryan, you rock.

(who am I kidding, no-one's reading this)

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman

>You must be joking
>Oh man you must be joking

She needed to be protected

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self respect
So 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 ambition
But I had nothing to show for my dreams
Time with my girl I spent it well

>You must be joking
>Oh man you must be joking

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So 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

I need an order
>Shoot shoot
I need an order
>Shoot shoot
I need an order
>Shoot shoot
I need an order
>Shoot shoot

To have ambition was my ambition
Time with my girl I spent it well

>You must be joking
>Oh man you must be joking

The girls they love to see you shoot
The 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

The girls they love to see you shoot

>I love a man in a uniform

They love to see you shoot
The 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)

(yeah dude seriously, Bryan was like the nicest person ever to get his RIB BROKEN by some drunk and then cart the drunk around all night! SAINT BRYAN)

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 18:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Radio - radio
I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new ?
Radio, someone still loves you

We watch the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years

Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around 'cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio 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 power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:03 (twenty-two years ago)

I was tuned into the shine of the late night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With everyone of those late night stations
playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the reciever
When the switch broke cause it's old
They're saying things I can hardly believe
They really think we're getttin' out of control

Radio is the sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the Voice of Reason
But they don;t give you any choice
'Cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you were told
You better listen to the radio

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my freinds sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early bed

You either shut up or get cut out
They don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel to reel
And the radio is in the hands
Of such a lot of fools
Tryin' to anesthetize they way that you feel

Radio is the sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason
But they don't give any choice
'Cause they think that its treason
So you had better do as you were told
You better listen to the radio

Wonderful Radio
Nothing Less than Radio
Radio, Radio

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)

(PS: I know my my last song'll be, so just give me notice)

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Now I have to pick another one (only joking! It's not that one!)

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:08 (twenty-two years ago)

WHOA you have a last song?

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm the Antenna
Catching vibration
You're the transmitter
Give information!
Wir richten Antennen ins Firmament
(We are aiming antenna to the sky)
Empfangen die Töne die Niemand kennt
(Receiving tones no one knows)
I'm the transmitter
I give information
You're the antenna
Catching vibration
Es Strahlen die Sender Bild, Ton und Wort
(The transmitters send image, sound and speech)
Elektromagnetisch an jeden Ort
(Electromagnetically to every town)
I'm the Antenna
Catching vibration
You're the transmitter
Give information!
Radio Sender und Hörer sind wir
(We're radio transmitters and receivers)
Spielen im Äther das Wellenklavier
(Playing the waves-keyboard in the Ether)
I'm the antenna catching vibration
You're the transmitter give information
I'm the transmitter I give information
You're the antenna catching vibration

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:11 (twenty-two years ago)

Hey, don't be fronting, I'm not saying I'm playing out, I'm just saying I know what the last song will be. You know, like musicians do that nod thing. When it's time to hit it and quit, I know what the song is, that's all I'm saying.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:13 (twenty-two years ago)

kaltes, klares Wasser
kaltes - klares
kaltes - klares
kaltes - klares
kaltes -
kaltes, klares Wasser
kaltes - kaltes
kaltes - hmmm
kaltes/Wasser
kaltes/Wasser
kaltes/Wasser
kaltes, klares Wasser
kaltes
kalt und klar
kaltes, klares Wasser
kaltes - kaltes
über meine Körper

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)

I'm not saying you'll have to stop the same time, you can have THE last song if you want. Or anyone else. Pitch invasion anytime, folks.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:16 (twenty-two years ago)

you can post your song! I'll respect that final song thing--all good things must end eventually, and thus we have to have goodnight time for the thread as well.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:17 (twenty-two years ago)

I should be expressing that sentiment in song format, sorry.

No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys

My mind is dead, everybody love's me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession

Used, used, used by men
Used, used, used by men

All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower

No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory

Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility

Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made - up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, 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)

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)

And that's it. Good night, everybody.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)

*applauds*

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:23 (twenty-two years ago)

*throws toilet paper*

That hott barmaid at bellvue (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)

*lezzes up with Ally and asks if the boys are gay*

also the hott bartender from Bellevue (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Okay, show's over, buy your commemorative CD-R, tenner each.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:31 (twenty-two years ago)

I want one!

Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Ok! I'll put a picture of me and Andrew on the cover--are you coming to Matos FAP?

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:33 (twenty-two years ago)

Wait, just let me cancel my lovely weekend getaway ... okay! See you there!

Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh you're always on getaways, sigh.

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:36 (twenty-two years ago)

You bring the disc, I'll be there.

Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Really? Will you take me on the getaway also?

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:42 (twenty-two years ago)

You can drive the getaway car.

Paul Eater (eater), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:44 (twenty-two years ago)

Ok, I'm so in. I'll try to compile this tonight!

Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Stevem has so put the spanner in.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 25 July 2003 19:49 (twenty-two years ago)

wha? i'll send you the Chas n' Dave if you like

stevem (blueski), Friday, 25 July 2003 20:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Will this CD result in a Thomas Crown Affair-like FAP action? TUNE IN NEXT WEEK!

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)

Well that's not a good impression of Steve McQueen, now is it?

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)

thats better

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)

Pierce Brosnan should be beaten with sticks for even thinking he's Steve McQueen, wtf.

Ally (mlescaut), Saturday, 26 July 2003 00:41 (twenty-two years ago)

H0W COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS THREAD?!? DAMMIT

Tad (llamasfur), Friday, 1 August 2003 02:45 (twenty-two years ago)

for ally:

We are standing here
Exposing ourselves
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We’re being watched
And we feel our pulse
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We look around
And change our pose
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We start to move
And we break the glass
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We step out
And take a walk through the city
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We go into a club
And there we start to dance
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

[repeat to fade] we are showroom dummies

Tad (llamasfur), Friday, 1 August 2003 02:46 (twenty-two years ago)

Wait, I don't understand. Is there any money? Or is this just all a not-so-elaborate hoax? Because that money really would be useful right now.

Andrew (enneff), Friday, 1 August 2003 03:32 (twenty-two years ago)

i didn't even know there was an ILx paypal account.

electric sound of jim (electricsound), Friday, 1 August 2003 03:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Pete's lies are brilliant.

Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 1 August 2003 04:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Something for the girl with everything
See, the writings on the wall
You bought the girl a wall
Complete with matching ball-point pen
You can breathe another day
Secure in knowing she wont break you (yet)

Something for the girl with everything
Have another sweet my dear
Dont try to talk my dear
Your tiny little mouth is full
Heres a flavour you aint tried
You shouldnt try to talk, your mouth is full

Something for the girl with everything
Three wise men are here
Three wise men are here
Bearing gifts to aid amnesia
She knows everything
yes yes everyting
She knew way back when you weren't yourself

Something for the girl with everything
Heres a really preatty car
I hope it takes you far
I hope it takes you fast and far
Wow, the engines really loud
Nobodys gonna hear a thing you say

Something for the girl with everything
Three wise men are here
Three wise men are here
Where should they leave these imported gimmicks
Leave them anywhere
An-an-anywhere
Make sure that theres a clear path to the door

Something for the girl with everything
Something for the girl with everything
Something for the girl with everything
Something for the girl with everything
Three wise men are here
Three wise men are here
Three wise men are here
Three wise men are here

Heres a patridge in a tree,
A gardener for the tree
Complete with ornithologist
Careful, careful with that crate
You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no

Something for the girl who has got everything,
Yes, yes, everything
Hey, come out and say hello
Before you friends all go
But say no more than just hello
Ah, the little girl is shy
You see of late shes been quite speechless,
very speechless
She's got everything

Alan (Alan), Friday, 1 August 2003 08:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Wait, I don't understand. Is there any money? Or is this just all a not-so-elaborate hoax? Because that money really would be useful right now.

-- 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)

We can always go back to those ILx T-Shirts that were mooted (Hanle yisms would sell by the bucketload). I can get cheap screen printing. I still reckon also that ILx is a great place for pyramid selling schemes - cos when I look in people's houses I see a big lack of pyramids - and everyone needs a pyramid. Right?

Pete (Pete), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:47 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm in.

N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Do you wanthe Cleo, the Mini Tutenkhamen or the full on Rameses II (with pit traps and free hundred year curse guarentee).

Pete (Pete), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Pete, you've really got the snake oil spammer's sense of spelling down to a tee.

N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 1 August 2003 10:58 (twenty-two years ago)

95% of lying is about style Nick.

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)


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