Aja this is what I look like

I'm so hot you could fry bacon on me...

Well Luna, he's only nine. So that's one bazillionth of how long email has been around. Cut him a break. He spends his time a-rockin'.

In two words: FUCK NO.

xpostx2

No. The greatness of Clark's films is debatable. This, however, is absolute in its grandeur.

Don't ask how I know. I know and it's not just a 'feeling.'

Hmm.

I can only use aol IM.

Also, I don't think Dante is logged on.

Thankyou for your concern.

From,

Aja

xpost if Iris was posting here, I'd have no frigging problem, Ant.

We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing

We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing

The night slowly fades and goes slow motion
All the commotion becomes floatin emotions
Same piano loops over
Arms wave eyes roll back and jaws fall open
I see in soft focus
Chattin to this bloke in the toilets
Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
These people are for life its all back to his place at the end of the night
They could settle wars with this
If only they will imagine the worlds leaders on pills then imagine the mornin after
Wars causing disaster don't talk to me i don't know ya
But this aint tommorow and for now i still love ya
Hours fly over sail round diamonds and pearls never seen so many fit girls
Discover new worlds look at my watch can't focus
Last two hours i lost every move fills me with lust
All of life's problems i just shake off
Mad little events happen things map out and a few blue maddens alight the toilets
Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us geezers on e's and first timers kids on whizz darlins on
Charlie
All come together for this party
All races many faces from places you never heard of
Where you from what's your name and what you want
Sing to the words flex to the fat one
The tribal drums the sun's risin we all smile we all sing

We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing

We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing

Then the girl in the café taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by I'm older
Memories smoulder winters colder
But that same piano loops over and over and over
The road shines and the rain washes away
The same Chinese takeaway selling shit in a tray
It's dark all round I walk down same sight same sounds new beats though
Solid concrete under my feet
No surprises no treats the world stands still as my mind sloshes round
The washing up bowl in my crown
My life's been up and down since i walked from that crowd

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

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They're justified and they're ancient
And they know what time is love
They're justified and they're ancient
Did they come from up above?
Rockman he's just made of bricks
And King Boy lost his screws
The Jams don't need no master plan
To do whatever, ever they can
Mmmm Hmmm
Whoah-nanananana, uh huh
All right, unh huh
Yeah

They're justified and they're ancient
And they like to roam the land
They're justified and they're ancient
I hope you understand
They don't want to upset the apple cart
And they don't want to cause any harm
But if you don't like what they're going to do
You better not stop them cause they're coming through

They're justified and they're ancient
And they know what time is love
They're justified and they're ancient
Did they come from up above?
Rockman he's just made of bricks
And King Boy lost his screws
The Jams don't need no master plan
To do whatever -- ever they can

All I want is brown
And I'm going into town
Shooting up as soon as I'm back
My friends have got some good shit
All I want is some of it
Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack

Well, I've ruined nearly all of my veins
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

Getting off my face
There's a drogon I must chase
Honey I'm the scourge of all mankind
And everyone but me
Is destined just to be
Slaves to the remorseless grind

But I found myself an easy way out
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
Into my arms

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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Come on swing it [4 times]

1-2-3 - Now we come to the pay off

It's such a good vibration
It's such a sweet sensation [2 times]

Yo! It's about that time
To bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme
I'm a get mine so get yours
I wanna see sweat comin' out your pores
On the house tip is how I'm swingin' this
Strictly Hip-Hop boy, I ain't singin' this
Bringing this to the entire nation
Black, white, red, brown
Feel the vibration

Come on come on
Feel it feel it
Feel the vibration

(Chorus)

Vibrations good like Sunkist
Many wanna know who done this
Marky Mark and I'm here to move you
Rhymes will groove you
And I'm here to prove to you
That we can party on the positiive side
And pump posititve vibes
So come along for the ride
Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation
So feel the vibration

Come on come on
Feel it feel it
Feel the vibration

(Chorus)

Donnie D break it down

Donnie D's on the back up
Drug free, so put the crack up
No need for speed
I'm the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E my
Body is healthy
My rhymes make me wealthy
And the Funky Bunch helps me
To bring you a show with no intoxication
Come on feel the vibration

Yeah
Can you feel it baby
I can too

(Chorus)

Now the time has come for you to get up
The rest had you fed up but Yo, I won't let up
On the rhythm and rhyme that's designed to
Make your behind move to what I'm inclinced to
Pure Hip Hop, no sell out
If you ain't in it to win it
Then get the hell out
I command you to dance
I wanna see motivation
Come on now feel the vibration

{Piano solo}

It's such a good vibration
Come on come on come on
It's such a sweet sensation
Feel it feel it

(Chorus)

{Piano - out}

It's such a good vibration
Come on come on come on
It's such a sweet sensation
Feel it feel it

I am listening to Fleetwood Mac right now (cuz they rock), and then I saw that picture...so freaky...

Aja I wanna see you. You're probably hot.

I think I'm decent looking, then agian, I'm modest, so you be the judge.

You look like my friend Eddy!! Creepy!!

It's like sleepless in seattle, but with more smoking babies.

thank god

i think i hear ile's death rattle.
― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Monday, February 23, 2004 7:44 PM (5 years ago)

hahaha, long time coming