― scottjames23 (worrysome-man), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:18 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt Helgeson (Matt Helgeson), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― Huckleberry Mann (Horace Mann), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― fact checking cuz, Friday, 5 December 2003 16:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― dave225 (Dave225), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:28 (twenty-one years ago)
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― F. Anthony O'Reilly (Ferg), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Huckleberry Mann (Horace Mann), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:33 (twenty-one years ago)
Kurt Cobain to thread!
― neil simpson (neil simpson), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― BrianB, Friday, 5 December 2003 16:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― F. Anthony O'Reilly (Ferg), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Jeremy (Jeremy), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― Jeremy (Jeremy), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:47 (twenty-one years ago)
― DJ Mencap (DJ Mencap), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― BrianB, Friday, 5 December 2003 16:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:08 (twenty-one years ago)
You obviously have never heard "Serpentine".
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:09 (twenty-one years ago)
Now you're messin' with aSon of a bitchNow your messin' with aSon of a bitchNow your messin' with aSon of a bitchNow your messin' with aSon of a bitch
― Kerry (dymaxia), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:22 (twenty-one years ago)
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up like a Union Jack
And says, I've won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby
The telephone is ringing
I say, "Hi, it's me. Who is it there on the line?"
A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you?"
Well, I guess I'm doin' fine
He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise
Don't you people ever wanna go to bed?
Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my head?"
On my cloud baby
I was sick and tired, fed up with this
And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very quiet and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired and I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just like
A flag stuck on my window screen
On my cloud
Don't hang around, baby, two's a crowd
― chuck, Friday, 5 December 2003 18:05 (twenty-one years ago)
You got a lotta nerveTo say you got a helping hand to lendYou just want to be onThe side that's winning
You say I let you downYou know it's not like thatIf you're so hurtWhy then don't you show it
You say you lost your faithBut that's not where it's atYou had no faith to loseAnd you know it
I know the reasonThat you talk behind my backI used to be among the crowdYou're in with
Do you take me for such a foolTo think I'd make contactWith the one who tries to hideWhat he don't know to begin with
You see me on the streetYou always act surprisedYou say, "How are you?" "Good luck"But you don't mean it
When you know as well as meYou'd rather see me paralyzedWhy don't you just come out onceAnd scream it
No, I do not feel that goodWhen I see the heartbreaks you embraceIf I was a master thiefPerhaps I'd rob them
And now I know you're dissatisfiedWith your position and your placeDon't you understandIt's not my problem
I wish that for just one timeYou could stand inside my shoesAnd just for that one momentI could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one timeYou could stand inside my shoesYou'd know what a drag it isTo see you
― chuck, Friday, 5 December 2003 18:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― chuck, Friday, 5 December 2003 18:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― Blood and sparkles (bloodandsparkles), Friday, 5 December 2003 18:38 (twenty-one years ago)
I wear the White Hat... I wear the Red Shirt... They all think I'm stupid... One day, I'll Kill Them!
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 5 December 2003 19:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― Berkeley Sackett (calstars), Friday, 5 December 2003 19:39 (twenty-one years ago)
I BELIEVE IN JUSTICE.... I BELIEVE IN VENGEANCE... I BELIEVE IN GETTING THE BASTARD, GETTING THE BASTARD!!!!!!
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 5 December 2003 20:21 (twenty-one years ago)
now that I think about: every piece of recorded music by jandek
― chris besinger (chris besinger), Friday, 5 December 2003 20:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― Cacaman Flores, Friday, 5 December 2003 22:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Felcher (Felcher), Friday, 5 December 2003 22:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Eisbär (llamasfur), Saturday, 6 December 2003 00:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Saturday, 6 December 2003 02:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Poppy (poppy), Saturday, 6 December 2003 02:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Saturday, 6 December 2003 03:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― M Matos (M Matos), Saturday, 6 December 2003 03:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dr. Annabel Lies (Michael Kelly), Saturday, 6 December 2003 03:21 (twenty-one years ago)
sort of, anyway.
― Trollius J. King III, Esq., Saturday, 6 December 2003 03:39 (twenty-one years ago)
The Hell Of It (Paul Williams)
Roll on thunder shine on lightnin' the days are long and the nights are frightnin' Nothing matters anyway and that's the hell of it Winter comes and the winds blow colder well some grew wiser you just grew older And you never listened anyway and that's the hell of it Good for nothin' bad in bed nobody likes you and you're better off dead goodbye
We've all come to say goodbye goodbye
Born defeated died in vain Super destruction you were hooked on pain and tho' your music lingers on All of us are glad you're gone
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too
Love yourself as you love no other be no man's fool be no man's brother We're all born to die alone y'know that's the hell of it Life's a game where they're bound to beat you and time's a trick they can turn to cheat you And we only waste it anyway and that's the hell of it
Good for nothin' bad in bed nobody likes you and you're better off dead goodbye We've all come to say goodbye Born defeated died in vain Super destruction you were hooked on pain and tho' your music lingers on All of us are glad you're gone
― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 6 December 2003 03:53 (twenty-one years ago)
- Alan
― Alan Conceicao, Saturday, 6 December 2003 04:25 (twenty-one years ago)
Juiced Up Feelin' No PainDrivin' Ninety in the Wrong LaneGotta Shot-Gun in My Back SeatGet in My Way, Man you're Dead Meat!
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Saturday, 6 December 2003 04:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― M Matos (M Matos), Saturday, 6 December 2003 05:06 (twenty-one years ago)
http://216.42.80.89/merch/images/posters/poster_bike.jpg
― MaNoWar (vassifer), Saturday, 6 December 2003 05:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sean (Sean), Saturday, 6 December 2003 05:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 6 December 2003 05:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Saturday, 6 December 2003 06:32 (twenty-one years ago)
i taken her by her lily white handI led her down the banks of sand,there I plunged her into drown,An' watched her as she floated down.
accompanied by acoustic guitar with two brothers singing in perfect harmony. is there anything more cold blooded than that? theres nothing better than old folk music.
― tom cleveland (tom cleveland), Saturday, 6 December 2003 07:04 (twenty-one years ago)
No one hurt my fragile little mind right now It's tangled up, and don't you know The pussycat in me is curling up right nowBut I'll bloom from the inside out
But right now, there's dust on my guitar, you fuck And it's all your fault You paralyzed my mind and for that you suck
Freedom's on my list today and I'm feeling pissed But my timeless thoughts and ageless mind won't let you get away Let you get away And your guilty little conscience won't either
We all take risks, we all fall hard But you, you went too far And I'm too plush for your pathetic digsAnd you're the only one you'll scar
But right now, there's dust on my guitar, you fuck And it's all your fault You paralyzed my mind and for that you suck And for that you suck
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Saturday, 6 December 2003 07:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― man, Saturday, 6 December 2003 07:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Saturday, 6 December 2003 07:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Saturday, 6 December 2003 09:20 (twenty-one years ago)
You never listen to my point of view - I'm telling youWhy don't you all drop dead, you fucking fools - It's you who looseYou never wanted me so I say fuck youYou know, you know that you don't like me so I say fuck you
You never like the things I say or do, so whatcha' gonna do?Why don't you all go home and go back to school - With your golden ruleMindless, gutless puppets, who needs you?You know, you know that you don't like me and I don't like youYou know, you know that you don't like me so I say fuck you
― sucka (sucka), Saturday, 6 December 2003 11:06 (twenty-one years ago)
Don't talk to me, don't talkDon't talk to me, don't talkDon't talk to me, don't talk You don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to meNot even a word, not even a whisperJust button your lip!
You ought to have a case of bloody laryngitis!We're sitting in a room with no one here beside us,cause we're sick and tired of listening to your neurotic shitWhy don't you shut your mouth, stop acting like a twit
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha chatter chatter chatter!
You talk to me all night, but I don't know what's the matterWhen you yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak,I'd like to tie your hands and feet and put you in a sack!
― sucka (sucka), Saturday, 6 December 2003 11:27 (twenty-one years ago)