LL Cool J - I Need Love "I need your ruby red lips, sweet face and all. I love you more than a man who's ten feet tall." lol
Backstreet Boys-All I Have To Give "Does his gifts come from the heart?", "Does his friends get all your time"
I don't know, DOES they?
Des'ree - Life "I don't wanna see a ghost. It's the sight that I fear most. I'd rather have a piece of toast"
Those are probably the most asinine, yet funniest lyrics ever. They sound like something a 6-year-old wrote.
Nelly - Pimp Juice "You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you rushin?" Pure genius.
― Leelee, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 11:21 (twenty years ago)
― Roger Fidelity (Roger Fidelity), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 11:26 (twenty years ago)
It IS NOT!!!
― Mr. Snrub (Mr. Snrub), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 11:58 (twenty years ago)
― We Buy a Hammer For Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 12:12 (twenty years ago)
And if I ever lose my legs, I won’t moan, and I won’t beg,Yes if I ever lose my legs, oh if.... I won’t have to walk no more.And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,Yes if I ever lose my mouth, oh if.... I won’t have to talk...
― katman, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 12:42 (twenty years ago)
― M Carty (mj_c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 13:05 (twenty years ago)
"Just 'cause she dances go-goDon't make her a ho, noMaxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We're going to ee-ee-eelopeTo Me-e-exicoCalled up my mama, said I'M IN LOVE WITH A STRIPPER, YO"!!!!!
― Old Fart!!! (oldfart_sd), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 13:11 (twenty years ago)
"Late night club like a video with the hot stuff; top stuff - we got stuff, oh"
― Sexie Calendario, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:37 (twenty years ago)
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelfso just let me introduce myselfMy name is Humpty, pronounced with a "umpty".Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee.
[snip] but sometimes I get ridiculousI'll eat up all your crackers and your licoricehey yo fat girl, c'mere--are ya ticklish?Yeah, I called ya fat. Look at me, I'm skinny
[snip] My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamedBig like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
[snip] I get stupid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid,I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptidI sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it,I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits
― sleep (sleep), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:39 (twenty years ago)
― Dr Morbius (Dr Morbius), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:40 (twenty years ago)
I smack a rapper toothless, and rappers can't see/the way they have no teeth in their mouth, tryin' to step to me
- Eminem freestyle on Westwood
― sleep (sleep), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:45 (twenty years ago)
― Onimo (GerryNemo), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:46 (twenty years ago)
― sleep (sleep), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:49 (twenty years ago)
"Dare you to move"
Welcome to the planetWelcome to existenceEveryone's hereEveryone's hereEverybody's watching you nowEverybody waits for you nowWhat happens nextWhat happens next
I dare you to moveI dare you to moveI dare you to lift yourself up off the floorI dare you to moveI dare you to moveLike today never happenedToday never happened before
Welcome to the falloutWelcome to resistanceThe tension is hereTension is hereBetween who you are and who you could beBetween how it is and how it should be
I dare you to moveI dare you to moveI dare you to lift yourself up off the floorI dare you to moveI dare you to moveLike today never happenedToday never happened
Maybe redemption has stories to tellMaybe forgiveness is right where you fellWhere can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Salvation is here
I dare you to moveI dare you to moveI dare you to lift yourself up off the floorI dare you to moveI dare you to moveLike today never happenedToday never happenedToday never happenedToday never happened before
- this is just the type of inspiration i need while im shopping at the Gap or watching the OC. "I dare you to.......buy those khakis!""I dare you to........get your fat ass off the couch and stop mastubating to Mischa Barton"
― JD from CDepot, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:55 (twenty years ago)
"You talk too much/You worry me to deathYou talk too much/You even worry my pet"
Breathtaking!
― Myonga Von Bontee (Myonga Von Bontee), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:16 (twenty years ago)
― Myonga Von Bontee (Myonga Von Bontee), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:32 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:55 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:57 (twenty years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:58 (twenty years ago)
― David Merryweather (DavidM), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:02 (twenty years ago)
I don’t know your fucking name.So what let’s...
Screaming at me the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up reality.So I dream and stroke it harder ’cos it’s so fun to see my face staring back at me.
I don’t know your fucking name.So what let’s fuck.
All day I dream about sex.All day I dream about fucking.
All day I dream about fucking.
All day I dream about sex, yes,All day I dream about sex and,All day I dream about sex, yes,All day I dream about sex.
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:19 (twenty years ago)
(pre-chorus)Ooh, are you ready girls? Ooh, are you ready now?
(chorus)Ooh, yehKickstart my heartGive it a startOoh, yeh, babyOoh, yehKickstart my heartHope it never stopsOoh, yeh, baby
Skydive nakedFrom an aeroplaneOr a lady with aBody from outerspaceMy heart, my heartKickstart my heart
Say I got troubleTrouble in my eyesI’m just looking forAnother good timeMy heart, my heartKickstart my heart
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
When we started this bandAll we needed, needed was a laughYears gone by...I’d say we’ve kicked some ass(fuck you!)When I’m enragedOr hittin’ the stageAdrenalin rushingThrough my veinsAnd I’d say we’re still kickin’ all that mother fuckin’ ass(fuck you!)
Ooo, ahh, kickstart my heartI hope it never stopsAnd to think, we did all of this...To rock
(solo)
Ok boys, let’s rock the house
Kickstart my heart
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:21 (twenty years ago)
War war is stupidAnd people are stupidAnd I heard them bangingOn hearts and fingers
People fill the worldWith narrow confidenceLike a child at birthA man with no defenseWhat’s mine is my ownI won’t give it to youNo matter what you sayNo matter what you do
Now we’re fightingIn our heartsFighting in the streetWon’t somebody help me?
Man is far behindIn the search for something newLike a philistineWe’re burning witches tooThis world of fateMust be designed for youIt matters what you sayIt matters what you do
After the bird has flownHe walked ten thousandMiles back home
You can’t do that to me, noYou can’t do that to meYou can’t do that to me, noYou can’t do that to me
can't say i disagree with the sentiment but the lyrics are pretty inane!
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:24 (twenty years ago)
though i have to admit that one's rather brilliant in its own way.
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:47 (twenty years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:56 (twenty years ago)
― mike a, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:21 (twenty years ago)
And I think the LL Cool J is just making a cute XTC reference.
― caspar (caspar), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:36 (twenty years ago)
In a world gone mad it's hard to think rightSo much violence hate and spiteMurder going on all day and nightDue time we fight the non-violent fight
Mirrors, smokescreens and liesIt's not the politicians but their actions I despiseYou and Saddam should kick it like back in the dayWith the cocaine and CourvoisierBut you build more bombs as you get more boldAs your mid-life crisis war unfoldsAll you want to do is take controlNow put that axis of evil bullshit on holdCitizen rule number 2080Politicians are shadySo people watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crackI don't doubt it look at how they act
Should I continue or is YOUR BRAIN BLEEDING YET
― caspar (caspar), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:39 (twenty years ago)
I lay on the bed with youWe could make some book of recordsYour dog keeps licking my noseAnd chewing up all those lettersSaying "you better"You better bet your life
― everything, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:58 (twenty years ago)
― Morley Timmons (Donna Brown), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 20:46 (twenty years ago)
When we all give the powerwe all give the best.Every minute of an hourdon't think about a rest.Then you all get the poweryou all get the best.When everyone gives everything and every song everybody sings.
Then it's livelive is lifelive is lifelive.
Live is life - when we all feel the power.Live is life - come onstand up and dance!Live is life - when the feeling of the people -Live is life - is the feeling of the band.When we all give the powerwe all give the best. . . .
Then it's livelive is lifelivelive is lifelive.Livelive is lifelivelive is life.
And you call when it's overyou call it should last.Every minute of the future is a memory of the past.'Cause we all gave the powerwe all gave the best.And everyone gave everything and every song everybody sang.Live is life.
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 22:13 (twenty years ago)
I like your pants around your feet I like the dirt that's on your knees I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me You're like my favorite damn disease
I hate the places that we go I hate the people that you know I love the way you can't say no Too many long lines in a row
I don't know if anyone else has a favourite disease. Cancer? Heart disease? Syphilis? Even if you forgive the whole disease thing, I am absolutely convinced that the "too many long lines in a row" lyric doesn't refer to snorting illicit substances, but to the previous lines in the song. As in, while he was writing the song he suddenly realised that there were too many long lines in the song. So it's meta-retarded. Even if I'm wrong about this, it's such a shitty song that it's not even worth arguing about. It embarrasses me that these guys are Canadian.
― grapeshine (grapeshine), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 23:09 (twenty years ago)
― Joe (Joe), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 23:34 (twenty years ago)
"Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds,Fused my dust from a light year,Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon,Strung my warp across time"
― Joe (Joe), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 23:36 (twenty years ago)
― Joe (Joe), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 23:37 (twenty years ago)
The two most offensively asinine lyrics I've heard were "Drops of Jupiter" by Train and "Fly away" by Lenny Kravitz. The bits that annoyed me most were the astronomically inept references to our home galaxy, The Milky Way.
Train, "Drops of Jupiter"Tell me did you sail across the sun?Did you make it to the milky way?
Lenny Kravitz, "Fly Away"Let’s go and see the starsThe milky way or even mars
DUDES: WE'RE ALREADY IN THE MILKY WAY.
― Klamm, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 23:51 (twenty years ago)
― mottdeterre (mottdeterre), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 00:11 (twenty years ago)
Has any other song summed up the huge emotional gulf we experience between the ages of 22 and 17? Or was it possibly written by a stage school tosser who hasn't mingled with other human beings since puberty?
― noodle vague (noodle vague), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 00:22 (twenty years ago)
Peaches come from a can,they were put there by a manIn a factory downtownIf I had my little way,I'd eat peaches every daySun-soakin' bulges in the shade
― J-rock (Julien Sandiford), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 00:24 (twenty years ago)
― rebecca s (rebecca S), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 00:45 (twenty years ago)
― C0L1N B3CK3TT (Colin Beckett), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 01:47 (twenty years ago)
I wish that I could flyInto the skySo very highJust like a dragonfly
I’d fly above the treesOver the seas in all degreesTo anywhere I please
Oh I want to get awayI want to fly awayYeah yeah yeah
Let’s go and see the starsThe milky way or even marsWhere it could just be ours
Let’s fade into the sunLet your spirit flyWhere we are oneJust for a little funOh oh oh yeah !
I want to get awayI want to fly awayYeah yeah yeah
I got to get awayFeel I got to get awayOh oh oh yeah
I want to get awayI want to fly awayYeah with you yeah yeahOh yeah !
I want to get awayI want to fly awayYeah with you yeah yeahI got to get away
I want to get away x4YeahI want to get awayI want to fly awayYeah with you yeah yeahI got to get away
I want to get away x4Yeah
I want to get awayI want to fly awayYeah with youYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Also:
You walk into the roomWith your pencil in your handYou see somebody nakedAnd you say, "Who is that man?"You try so hardBut you don't understandJust what you'll sayWhen you get home
Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your headAnd you ask, "Is this where it is?"And somebody points to you and says"It's his"And you say, "What's mine?"And somebody else says, "Where what is?"And you say, "Oh my GodAm I here all alone?"
Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, "How does it feelTo be such a freak?"And you say, "Impossible"As he hands you a bone
You have many contactsAmong the lumberjacksTo get you factsWhen someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectAnyway they already expect youTo just give a checkTo tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professorsAnd they've all liked your looksWith great lawyers you haveDiscussed lepers and crooksYou've been through all ofF. Scott Fitzgerald's booksYou're very well readIt's well known
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himselfAnd then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further noticeHe asks you how it feelsAnd he says, "Here is your throat backThanks for the loan"
Now you see this one-eyed midgetShouting the word "NOW"And you say, "For what reason?"And he says, "How?"And you say, "What does this mean?"And he screams back, "You're a cowGive me some milkOr else go home"
Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocketAnd your nose on the groundThere ought to be a lawAgainst you comin' aroundYou should be madeTo wear earphones
― dog latin (dog latin), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 02:08 (twenty years ago)
I must be hallucinatingWatching angels celebrating.Could this be reactivatingAll my senses dislocating?This must be a strange deceptionBy celestial intervention.Leavin' me the recollectionOf your heavenly connection.
I'll leave it to someone else to pay tribute to Sting the King.
― mottdeterre (mottdeterre), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 02:16 (twenty years ago)
The entire song is example of horrible/dumb lyrics.
― Leelee, Wednesday, 1 December 2004 02:51 (twenty years ago)
How many kinds, where can we start? Yeah, we like them dumb and we like them smart. 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, But I'd rather stay out with his car that goes boom.
Now if your car ain't got it, go out and get it, We like the boom and don't you forget it. So turn down the treble, and flaunt your bass, So your car can be heard almost any place. Coz when you're in the street you can't go far, Without hearing the boom pouring out your car. So if your speaker's weak, then please turn it off, Coz we like the cars that sound so tough.
Everybody just beep your horn Everybody just beep your horn if you hear us, Now clap! Hit it! Beep, beep beep beep beep! Come on everybody! Hey, hey hey hey hey! Beep, beep beep beep beep!
― Hot Pants, Wednesday, 1 December 2004 06:15 (twenty years ago)
Even when he's bad he's still pretty good though.
― Hurting (Hurting), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 06:20 (twenty years ago)
Hmm, these lyrics are also in "There Must Be an Angel (Playing With My Heart) [Mix for Mirror Ball]" by Fantastic Plastic Machine. I didn't know it was a quote.
― sleep (sleep), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 16:24 (twenty years ago)
― Bernard the Butler (Lynskey), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 16:51 (twenty years ago)
"But in this ever changing world in which we live in"
Wow, talk about redundant.
― Alicia (Leelee), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 17:03 (twenty years ago)
― sleep (sleep), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 17:13 (twenty years ago)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Thursday, 2 December 2004 01:23 (twenty years ago)
Just for starters:
I would like a place I can call ownHave a conversation on the telephone
and
Here comes love, it's like honeyYou can't buy it with money
― Sasha (sgh), Thursday, 2 December 2004 01:31 (twenty years ago)
I checked and you're right, it's "we're livin'"
― Alicia (Leelee), Thursday, 2 December 2004 01:41 (twenty years ago)
― Matos W.K. (M Matos), Thursday, 2 December 2004 01:54 (twenty years ago)
― Hot Pants, Thursday, 2 December 2004 02:11 (twenty years ago)
We'll start over againGrow ourselves new skinGet a house in DevonDrink cider from a lemon
― Ben Dot (1977), Thursday, 2 December 2004 02:23 (twenty years ago)
"as time goes by you will get to know me a little MORE BETTER.."
Yes, I'll get to know you a little more better as you sing a little more louder and your lyrics become a little more dumber.
― Hot Pants, Thursday, 2 December 2004 02:32 (twenty years ago)
"you don't have to be a Jew / To disapprove of murder"
Worst line of all time.
― shookout (shookout), Thursday, 2 December 2004 03:07 (twenty years ago)
― Alicia (Leelee), Thursday, 2 December 2004 08:36 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 2 December 2004 08:55 (twenty years ago)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Thursday, 2 December 2004 13:00 (twenty years ago)
"I Just Shot John Lennon"
It was the fearful night of December 8th. He was returning home from the studio late. He had perseptively known that it wouldn't be nice. Because in 1980, he paid the price.
John Lennon died. [X6]
With a Smith & Wesson 38, John Lennon's life was no longer a debate. He should have stayed at home, He should have never cared, And the man who took his life declared,
He said I just shot John Lennon. He said I just shot John Lennon. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
Ah, ah ah ah, ah...
I just shot John Lennon. He said I just shot John Lennon. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
"Bosnia"
I would like to state my vision, Life was so unfair. We live in our secure surroundings, And people die out there.
Bosnia was so unkind. Sarajevo changed my mind. And we all call out in despair. All the love we need isn't there. And we all sing songs in our room. Sarajevo erects another doom.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo. Bosnia was so unkind. Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Saraje- Bosnia was so unkind.
Sure things would change if we really wanted them to. No fear for children anymore. There are babies in their beds, Terror in their heads, Love for the love of life.
When do the saints go marching in? [X4]Walk on tip toe...
"I'm Still Remembering"
I'm still remembering the day I gave my life away. I'm still remembering the time you said you'd be mine. Yesterday was cold and bare, because you were not there. Yesterday was cold, my story has been told.
I need your affection all the wa-ay. The world has changed or I've changed in a wa-ay. I try to remain, I'm trying not to go insa-ane. I need your affection all the way, the way. Get away [X6]
I'm still remembering my life before I became your wife. I'm still remembering the pain and the mind games. Reverse psychology never tainted me. I didn't sell my soul. I didn't sell my soul.
I need your affection all the wa-ay. The world has changed or I've changed in a wa-ay. I try to remain, I'm trying not to go insa-ane. I need your affection all the way, the way.
They say the cream will always rise to the top. They say that good people are always first to drop. What of Kurt Cobain, will his presence still remain? Remember JFK, ever saintly in a way. Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now, I said, Where are you no-ow?
I need your affection all the way. [X4]All the way. [X10]
"War Child"
Who will save the war child baby? Who controls the key? The web we weave is thick and sordid, Fine by me.
At times of war we're all the losers, There's no victory. We shoot to kill and kill your lover, Fine by me.
War child, victim of political pride. Plant the seed, territorial greed. Mind the war child, We should mind the war child.
I spent last winter in New York, And came upon a man. He was sleeping on the streets and homeless, He said, "I fought in Vietnam."
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark, He bore the mark with pride. A two inch deep incision carved, Into his side.
Who's the loser now? Who's the loser now? We're all the losers now. We're all the losers now.
War child. [X2]
"Salvation"
To all those people doin' lines, Don't do it, don't do it. Inject your soul with liberty, It's free, it's free.
To all the kids with heroin eyes, Don't do it, don't do it. Because it's not not what it seems, No no it's not not what it seems.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free. Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Ah, ah, ah, ah
To all the parents with sleepless nights, Sleepless nights. Tie your kids home to their beds, Clean their heads.
"Free To Decide"
It's not worth anything, More than this at all. I'll live as I choose, Or I will not live at all.
So return to where you come from, Return to where you dwell, Because harassment's not my forte, But you do it very well.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, And I'm not so suicidal after all. I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, And I'm not so suicidal after all, At all, at all, at all.
You must have nothing, More with your time to do. There's a war in Russia, And Sarajevo too.
So to hell with what you're thinking, And to hell with your narrow mind, You're so distracted from the real thing, You should leave your life behind, behind.
'Cause I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, And I'm not so suicidal after all, I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, And I'm not so suicidal after all, At all, at all, at all.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, And I'm not so suicidal after all, At all, at all, at all.
― Neil FC (Neil FC), Thursday, 2 December 2004 13:10 (twenty years ago)
― Marcia, Thursday, 2 December 2004 18:25 (twenty years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 2 December 2004 18:43 (twenty years ago)
― It's hard to kill a horse with a flute (AaronHz), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:03 (twenty years ago)
"Lemonade was a popular drink and it still isI get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis"
Although "With a Smith & Wesson 38/John Lennon's life was no longer a debate" might beat that.
― mike a, Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:09 (twenty years ago)
― mike a, Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:11 (twenty years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:13 (twenty years ago)
― cxddfg, Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:15 (twenty years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:16 (twenty years ago)
― It's hard to kill a horse with a flute (AaronHz), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:18 (twenty years ago)
― It's hard to kill a horse with a flute (AaronHz), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:20 (twenty years ago)
"And even as a crack fiend, mamaYou always was a black queen, mama"-- Tupac, "Dear Mama"
― subgenius (subgenius), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:28 (twenty years ago)
― mike a, Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:32 (twenty years ago)
I’m lying alone with my head on the phone/Thinking of you till it hurts
Me:
Well, don't lie with your head on the phone, dumbass!
― mottdeterre (mottdeterre), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:34 (twenty years ago)
― It's hard to kill a horse with a flute (AaronHz), Thursday, 2 December 2004 19:36 (twenty years ago)
You didn't by any chance use those two words because they almost rhyme, did you?
― noodle vague (noodle vague), Friday, 3 December 2004 01:31 (twenty years ago)
Spark and Cindy live by their own meansThey wouldn`t have if I`d only known where they`d beenAnd I want to make things a part of my lifeAnd I want to see that things are going to be rightBut if you can`t even stand on your feetAnd if you don`t own the air that you breatheThen it`s not for me to say
But I wouldn`t live that wayAnd I wouldn`t stand apartAnd I wouldn`t find the realand I wouldn`t play a partAnd I wouldn`t find in loveSo misguided by some foolAnd just what I`m trying trying to sayMakes my head spin round the room
― The Pompatus Of Love (Boxing Kangaroo), Friday, 1 May 2009 23:28 (sixteen years ago)
My favorite shit line of the moment:
Ninety days I have left hereAnd grass is greener than gooooldFly with me and my revelryYou're all I have to hold
Could be just an average no-sense rock lyric I suppose but the emphasis it gets made me o_O, + in the video the singer has a creepy / nerdy Bob Dylan wannabe thing going on that is pretty A+
― invitation to rabies (╓abies), Saturday, 2 May 2009 15:21 (sixteen years ago)
We can swing together,We can have a wee wee,We can have a wet on the wall.If someone slips a whisper,That its simple sister,Slap em down and saliver on their smalls.
― ledge, Tuesday, 7 May 2024 10:15 (one year ago)
was that written by faeries from a mediocre fantasy novel?
― Daniel_Rf, Tuesday, 7 May 2024 11:42 (one year ago)
Pretty sure it’s from A Midsummer Night’s Dream
― Are you addicted to struggling with your horse? (Boring, Maryland), Tuesday, 7 May 2024 11:55 (one year ago)
one of the members of the band was called "the greatest songwriter since bob dylan". but not the one who wrote that song.
― ledge, Tuesday, 7 May 2024 12:25 (one year ago)
Wir können zusammen schwingenWir können ein bisschen Pipi machen
― Left, Tuesday, 7 May 2024 12:26 (one year ago)