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what are your favorite lyrics? you should post them because um that would be fun right?

― rebekah (rebekah), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 00:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm so happy 'cause today
I've found my friends ...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you...
We've broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care...
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze...
'Cause I've found god - yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm so lonely but that's okay I shaved my head...
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard...
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there...
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay...
My will is good - yeah, yeah, yeah

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I kill you - I'm not gonna crack

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 00:27 (twenty-two years ago)

great choice tbh dan;D

ONLINE SONGS

Josie, you're my source of most frustration,
forget when I don't meet expectations,
everything you wished came true,
in the end we all blamed you,
even though as they all know,
you weren't the only one, two, three, four...

Why do you think you've been around
when you know it brings me down, I'm hating everything
and I know that you dated other guys
but I gotta wonder why you'd leave it out for me.

Why am I still hanging around
when I know it brings me down,I'm hating everything
And you are getting rides from in his car
and making out in his front yard, and hating everything

Please don't remind me,put your back behind me,
chance it that it was me, wish that this would end
And I am not buying statics, saw you online,
that screen name used to be mine, but can we just pretend

If you could have another day,
I've got so much left to say, I'll tell you everything
and I'll laugh when I think about the past,
when I see you after class you're hating everything

Please don't remind me,put your back behind me,
chance it that it was me,wish that this would end
And I am not buying statics,saw you online,
that screen name used to be mine, but can we just pretend

And she said...
Na na na na na, na na na na, na na na na (I just forgot you were there)
Na na na na na, na na na na, na na na na (I just forgot you were there)
Na na na na na, na na na na, na na na na na (I just forgot you were there)
Na na na na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Please don't remind me,put your back behind me,
chance it that it was me,wish that this would end
And I am not buying statics,saw you online,
that screen name used to be mine,but can we just pretend

And she said na na na na na

― jonathan gittins (nevermind^), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 13:07 (twenty-two years ago)

wait!! just remembered some great oes!!:D:D

Nirvana - Aero Zeppelin

What's the season in a right
If you can't have anything
What's the reason in a rhyme
If a plan means everything
What's the meaning in a crime
It's a fan if anything
Where's the leaning in a line
It's a brand, it's a brand

How a culture comes again
It's a clone of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend
Doesn't matter anyway
You're only here to talk to friend
Nothing new is everyday
You could shit upon the stage
They'll be fans, they'll be fans
They'll be fans, they'll be fans

All the kids will eat it up
If it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate
Keep a format equally
Not an ode, just the facts
Where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack
It doesn't matter anyways

― jonathan gittins (nevermind^), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 13:29 (twenty-two years ago)

All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anythin' less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 14:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Yo Vanilla, kick it one more time boooiiiiiiiii

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:45 (twenty-two years ago)

Very well...

Never the less I'm back to attack
I came to manifest, and express to this dope track
Blow off the lid for the kid I get nice
That's why the ladies scraem...Oh! Vanilla Ice!

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:26 (twenty-two years ago)

All right!
Stop whatcha doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
the image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny
but yo I'm makin' money see
so yo world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
and my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
so just let me introduce myself
My 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.
I'm steppin' tall, y'all,
and just like Humpty Dumpty
you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me.
I like to rhyme,
I like my beats funky,
I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.
I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
but sometimes I get ridiculous
I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
hey yo fat girl, c'mere--are ya ticklish?
Yeah, I called ya fat.
Look at me, I'm skinny
It never stopped me from gettin' busy
I'm a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I'm crazy.
Allow me to amaze thee.
They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me.
I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants
and I even got my own dance

The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:55 (twenty-two years ago)

"If you like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the Cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape."

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 19:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Okay, here's a non-goofy one:
"I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke
When i'm gone I wrote this song cuz I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up to seen I set
I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn
Bu think about it then you'll understand
I'm just an addict addicted to music
Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it
Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up convert it in a hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in
Deep concentration cuz I'm no comedian
Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame
I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named
Another enemy, not even a friend of me
Cuz you'll get fried in the end if you pretend to be
?Can be? cuz I just put your mind on pause
And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stun
Remember me, the one you got your idea from
But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher
When you start to stutter that's when you had enuff of
Biting it, I make you choke, you can't provoke
You can't cope, you should of broke cuz I ain't no joke"

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 19:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Eric B. and Rakim... fuck yeah

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)

There were beggars and kings
In a magical sky
There were wings in the air
And I learned how to fly.
There was me, there was you
In a world made for two, then you were gone.

Moonlight lady
Come along with me
To the bright city lights,
It's all right, 'cause tonight's on me.
Moonlight lady
Come along with me
To the bright city lights,
It's all right, 'cause tonight's on me.

Every night is so empty without you
I'm so lonely since you went away
If by chance we could dance to the music
Let it play,
Let me say...

― di smith (lucylurex), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 22:32 (twenty-two years ago)

julio killed this thread!

― di smith (lucylurex), Monday, 7 April 2003 19:33 (twenty-two years ago)

surprise!

When you're standing on the edge of nowhere
There's only one way up
So your heart's got to go there
Through the darkest night
See the light shine bright
When hero's fall, in love or war
They live forever

[Chorus:]
This is a song - for the lonely
Can you hear me tonight
For the broken hearted, battle scared I'll
Be by your side
And this is a song - for the lonely
When your dreams won't come true
Can you hear this prayer
'Coz someone's there for you

We'll love don't need a reason
She can pick you up
Or leave you bleeding
I've seen a strong man cry
I know the reason why
We all forgive, we all forget
We just keep believing

[Chorus]

So let it find you
Wherever you may go
I'm right beside you
You don't have to look no more
You don't have to look no more, oh no

[Chorus]

It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright

This is a song
A song for the lonely
And that's not you only
Through the darkest night
You're gonna see the light

Love don't need a reason
Just to leave you bleeding

Can you hear this prayer
Someone's there

This is a song - for the lonely
Can you hear me tonight
For the broken hearted, battle scared
I'll be by your side
And this is a song
for the lonely

― rebekah (rebekah), Monday, 7 April 2003 20:03 (twenty-two years ago)

by the way i really hope you're all not typing all of these lyrics out, i.e. discovered copying and pasting:P

― jonathan gittins (nevermind^), Tuesday, 8 April 2003 09:23 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm losing all my happiness
The happiness you pinned on me
Loneliness still comforts me

My anger dwells inside of me
I'm taking it all out on you
And all the shoot you put me through

― jonathan gittins (nevermind^), Tuesday, 8 April 2003 19:23 (twenty-two years ago)

Could I have been
A parking lot attendant
Could I have been
A millionaire in Bel Air
Could I have been Lost somewhere in Paris
Could I have been
Your little brother
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone

He stands touch his hair his shoes untied
Tongue gaping stare
Could I have been a magnet for money?
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Twenty three and so tired of life
Such a shame to throw it all away
The images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me? Then I

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

Iam who I am who I am who am I
Requesting some enlightenment
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
And thrill at it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out then I

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

Falling out of a world of lies
Could I have been dancing nancy
Could I have been anyone other than me?

And then I'll sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
And thrill at it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out then I

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

― Lola Falana, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 00:44 (twenty-two years ago)

Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs
Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs.

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 03:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver
and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came Lou with the old baboon
And said "Recognize that smell?"
"Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats Taco Bell."
Now Rex he was a Texan out of New Orleans
And he travelled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars
And he candied up his nose.
He got wind of the big brown beaver
So he though he'd take himself a peek,
But the beaver was quick
And grabbed him by the kiwis.
Now he ain't pissed for a week.
(And a half!)
Now Wynona took her big brown beaver,
And she stuck him up in the air.
Said "I sure do love this big brown beaver
And I wish I did have a pair."
Now the beaver onces slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright.
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me.
Wynona loved her big brown beaver
And she stroked him all the time.
She pricked her finger one day and it
Occurred to her she might have a porcupine.

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Tuesday, 22 April 2003 23:18 (twenty-two years ago)

a well-a everybody's heard
about the bird
b-b-b-b-bird bird bird
the bird is the word
b-b-b-b-bird bird bird
the bird is the word
well don't you know about the bird
well everybody knows that the bird is the word
b-b-b-b-bird bird bird
the bird is the word
b-b-b-b-bird bird bird
the bird is the word
well don't you know about the bird
well everybody knows that the bird is the word
a-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bababababbababababbababababa-ooooooo-oooooooh mow mow papa ooh mow mow...

― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 10:51 (twenty-two years ago)

I WANT OUT (x1000), I don't know the rest but that exaggerated section is really great. "Full Disclosure" by Fugazi.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 14:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Sharice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Polly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

― Grace Sweet (flower77), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 18:36 (twenty-two years ago)

pepper... good call Grace

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Thursday, 24 April 2003 03:07 (twenty-two years ago)

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends (gotta get with my friends)
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me you gotta listen carefully,
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face,
we got G like MC who likes it on an
Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady,
and as for me you'll see,
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends (gotta get with my friends),
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta,
you gotta, you gotta, slam, slam, slam, slam

Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around (uh uh).
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down zigazig ah

If you wanna be my lover.

― di smith (lucylurex), Thursday, 24 April 2003 07:15 (twenty-two years ago)

I kiss you, Di.

― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Thursday, 24 April 2003 08:06 (twenty-two years ago)

War does what she has to/people get what they deserve
'War' by Anthony Moore/Peter Blegvad, I don't exactly agree but I love that line. The Fall did it too.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 24 April 2003 10:26 (twenty-two years ago)

it's a beautiful world we live in
a sweet romantic place
beautiful people everywhere
the way they show they care
makes me want to say
it's a beautiful world
for you
it's a wonderful time to be here
it's nice to be alive
wonderful people everywhere
the way they comb their hair
makes me want to say
it's a wonderful place
for you
hey
tell me what i say
boy 'n' girl with the new clothes on
you can shake it to me all night long
hey hey
it's a beautiful world we live in
a sweet romantic place
beautiful people everywhere
the way they show they care
makes me want to say
it's a beautiful world
for you
it's not for me
***
Woooooooo DEVO!!!!

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Thursday, 24 April 2003 17:04 (twenty-two years ago)

Anything Eno - I listened to Spider and Me today, it's so cute! Hey Andy according to the Eno website the lyrics to SEF go "Brown Eyes and I were tired/We had walked and we had scrambled". Ok, I have to stop using this as my personal messageboard.

― Livvie (Livvie), Friday, 25 April 2003 09:24 (twenty-two years ago)

I really like my lyrics better! Damn.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 25 April 2003 10:09 (twenty-two years ago)

Me too! Anyway Eno has that whole "lyrics for the sound" thing going, I bet he wouldn't care if we introduced some tigers into his songs from time to time.

― Livvie (Livvie), Friday, 25 April 2003 10:21 (twenty-two years ago)

"Brown eyes and/eyes, of tigers" is my favourite line

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 25 April 2003 10:32 (twenty-two years ago)

I like "We had walked and we had scrambled/Through the moors and through the briars/Through the endless blue meanders". Eno, he is pretty good don't you think?

― Livvie Tapper (Livvie), Friday, 25 April 2003 10:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Fuck yeah! Though w/my revisionist mind I thought it was 'rambled', only a slight improvement this time

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 25 April 2003 11:05 (twenty-two years ago)

"I assume you understand that we have options on yr time/And will ditch you in the harbour if we must." I really want to quote that at someone some day!

― Livvie Tapper (Livvie), Friday, 25 April 2003 11:11 (twenty-two years ago)

All Nz cities have harbours fact fans except Hamilton which doesn't count

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 25 April 2003 11:33 (twenty-two years ago)

In the moonlight
Fighting with the night
It's a rip-off
Kissing all the slain
I'm bleeding in the rain
Such a rip-off

Rocking in the nude
I'm feeling such a dude
It's a rip-off
Dancing in the dark
With the tramps in the Park
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

See your baby's stud
Sliding in my mud
It's a rip-off
Bleached on the beach
I want to tickle your peach
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

See the girl in dance
In her man-skin pants
Such a rip-off
Terraplane Tommy
Wants to bang your gong
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

Gypsy girl's good
People treat her like a fool
It's a rip-off
The President's weird
He's got burgundy beard
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

I'm the King of the highway
I'm the Queen of the hop
You should see me
At the Governor¨ˆs ball
Doing the rip-off bop

I'm a social person
I'm the creature in disguise
There's a man with a whip
On his silver lip
Living inside my eyes

I'm the cat from the alley
I'm the fleetfoot voodoo man
There's very little that's ever said
All of which I understand

Caught like skunk
In space and time
It's a rip-off
If it's hers
Well it must be mine
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

Dancing in the nude
Feeling such a dude
It's a rip-off
Mountings of the moon
Remind me of my spoon
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

― di smith (lucylurex), Friday, 25 April 2003 11:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Girl you are groove
You're like the planets when you move
See the winter 'coming In a two finned caddy
Gonna walk upon the waters
Go ooo yea

Girl you gotta cook
You got the chariot by the hook
I¨ˆm riding in the rain
Got my blue suede shoes
Gonna give up all my pain
And go ooo yea

Baby you know who you are
Baby you know who you are
Don't you know who you are

Standing on your porch
You wear your pleasure like a torch
Hiding in the road
Like a Pasolini toad
Gonna give up all my load
And go ooo yea

― di smith (lucylurex), Friday, 25 April 2003 11:40 (twenty-two years ago)

I didn't know that about the harbours, I'm SO GLAD I do now though. Oh god I hate silence, I want some music on!

― Livvie Tapper (Livvie), Friday, 25 April 2003 11:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Satan gave me a taco
and it made me really sick
the chicken was all raw
and the grease was mighty thick
the rice was all rancid
and the beans were so hard
I was getting kinda dizzy
eatin' all the lard
there was aphids on the lettuce
and I ate every one
and after I was done
the salsa melted off my tongue
pieces of tortilla
got stuck in my throat
and the stains on my clothes
burned a hole through my coat
my stomach was a'tremblin'
and I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty
and I didn't have no cash
so I went and found a hose
tore off all my clothes
turned on the water
and it shot right up my nose
some old lady came along
and she thought I was a freak
so she beat me with her handbag
'til I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked
my body badly bruised
in a pool of my own blood
unconscious and confused
well the cops came and got me
and threw me in their van
and I woke up on the ceiling
and I couldn't find my hand
they took me to the judge
his eyes a'glowin' red
the courtroom was filled
with witches and the dead
well the sheriff was a hell-hound
with fangs and claws
the prisoners were tied up
and chained to the walls
the air was getting thick
the smoke was getting thicker
the judge read the verdict
said "Cut off his head!"
well they placed me on the altar
and they raised up the axe
my head was about to explode
when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines
cameras and the lights
some guy with a microphone
runnin' around dancin' in tights
and I noticed the crew
and the band playin' down below
and I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band
and I went out on tour
and I smoked a lot of heroin
and I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies (aw yeah)
started fires backstage (aw yeah, start 'em up)
made a lot of money (aw yeah, I'm makin it)
and I gave it all away (give it all to me)
well the band got killed (aw, bunch of losers)
so I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah)
and I won all the awards (get 'em all now)
and I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky)
and I opened up the taco stand (aw haw, etc.)
just to smell the smell
cookin' with the devil
fryin' down in hell
(git busy)

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Friday, 25 April 2003 18:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Hey all you Eno worshipers... point me out to a website were I could get a transcription of what all the radio samples from "My Life in the Bush of Ghosts" are saying... that would be badass... the Byrne/Eno album has been one of my favorite albums for the last seven years

― The Man they call Dan (The Man they call Dan), Friday, 25 April 2003 18:31 (twenty-two years ago)

oh man, i had forgotten about that song dan! thank you!

― di smith (lucylurex), Saturday, 26 April 2003 00:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Brian Eno doesn't say yr.

― Damian (Damian), Saturday, 26 April 2003 07:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Wow, Marc Bolan uses the word Pasolini. By the way, my favourite lyricists are Syd Barrett, David Bowie circa Scary Monsters and whoever happened to be writing lyrics for Wire at any time.

― Damian (Damian), Saturday, 26 April 2003 07:43 (twenty-two years ago)

mine is david berman, but none of his lyrics are on the internet. well they will be soon.

― di smith (lucylurex), Saturday, 26 April 2003 08:24 (twenty-two years ago)

I called this number three times already today.
But I got scared, I put it back in place.
I put my phone back in place.
I still don't know if I should have called up.
Look, just tell me, why don't you, if I'm out of place.
'Cause here's your chance to make me feel awkward
And wish that I had never even called up this place.
I saw you though, today, walk by with hippie Johnny.
I had to call up and say how I want to take his place.

So this phone call today concerns hippie Johnny.
He's always stoned, he's never straight.
I saw you today, you know, walk by with hippie Johnny.
Look, I had to call up and say, I want to take his place.
See he's stoned, hippie Johnny.
Now get this, I'm straight and I want to take his place.
Now look, I like him too, I like hippie Johnny.
But I'm straight and I want to take his place.
I said, I'm straight.
I'm proud to say, “Well I'm straight,” and I want to take his place.

Now I've watched you walk around here.
I've watched you meet these boyfriends, I know, and you tell me how they're deep.
Look but, if these guys, if they're really so great,
Tell me, why can't they at least take this place and take it straight?
Why always stoned, like hippie Johnny is?
I'm straight and I want to take his place.
I'm certainly not stoned, like hippie Johnny is.
I'm straight and I want to take his place.
I said, I'm straight.
I'm straight and I want to take his place.

― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Saturday, 26 April 2003 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)

baby lets get dressed up
i've got two pairs of shoes
darling you look so beautiful
when your hair's all hung in jewels
and sometimes i find it really hard to choose
between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes.

when i'm high on bad wings
up by the silvery moon
i think of a certain sad king
trapped in his golden room
and i dream of a cold river on the way
to come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay.

well the water looks like jewellery
and its coming out the spout
and nothing could make me feel better
than a wet kiss on the mouth
fake IDs and honey bees
the jagged skyline of car keys
i never knew a bird could fly so low

rub out the catlight
rub out the village
red and white exit lights
that's exodus damage
why don't people think of who they use?
why don't you try and come and get me: black and brown blues.

its raining triple sec in tchula
and the radio plays "crazy train"
there's a quadroon ball in the beehive
hanging out in the rain
and when there's trouble i don't like running
but i'm afraid i've got more in common
with who i was than who i am becoming.

when i go downtown
i always wear a corduroy suit
cause its made of a hundred gutters
that the rain can run right through.
but a lonely man can't make a move
if he can't even bring himself to choose
between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes.

― di smith (lucylurex), Sunday, 27 April 2003 06:32 (twenty-two years ago)

btw i had to type that out in full because the lyrics are not on the internet.

― di smith (lucylurex), Sunday, 27 April 2003 07:11 (twenty-two years ago)

they are now

― webber (webber), Sunday, 27 April 2003 08:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Dig this rap I just wrote - Hey Webber, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday, we gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday, and you know we don't give a fuck 'cause it's your birthday.

― 50 Cent (Damian), Thursday, 1 May 2003 11:04 (twenty-two years ago)

YEAH! Bacardi sucks though we should sip Passion pop instead.

― Fergus Noodle (Fergus Noodle), Friday, 2 May 2003 02:06 (twenty-two years ago)

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Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, HALT. Salute.

― Schwingung (Damian), Thursday, 4 December 2003 02:36 (twenty-one years ago)

Mr Blairstone and Mr Partridge
They said to me
To get a mortgage
You need an income lid
I thought it was free

Dolly Parton and Lord Byron
They said patriotism is the last refuge
But now its me

And water's flowing down the mountain
But a tree is blocking the water flowing

So I went fishing
A note from a fish said:
Dear dope, if you wanna catch us
You need a rod and a line
Signed the fish

Water is flowing down the mountain
But a tree is blocking the water flowing

Went to the car rental
They said to me
You need a log book and licence, son

Water's flowing down the mountain
But a tree is blocking the water coming
Mountain energei

And water's flowing down the mountain

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 05:45 (twenty-one years ago)

Come on I will show you how I will change
When you give me something to slaughter
Shepherd boy (Hey!)
Everybody sing (Hey!)
Better act quick (Hey!)

Be my toy
Come on have a bet
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C.

I don't have a jack knife it went up the hill
I don't know if I'll get it back
But by hook or by crook I will
Hey! Hey!

Be my toy
Come on have a bet
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C.

Hey! Hey!

We have to pay for everything (Hey!)
But some things are for free (Hey!)
We live on blood (Hey!)
We are Sparta F.C. (Hey!)
English Chelsea fan this is your last game (Hey!)
We're not Galatasary We're Sparta F.C. (Hey!)

And take your fleecy jumper you won't need it anymore
It is in the car boot moving away
'Cause where you are going clothes won't help
Stay at home with TV set

Be my toy
Come on have a bet
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C.

Cheap English man in the paper shop
You mug old women in your bobble hat
Better go spot a place to rest
No more ground boutique at match in Chelsea
We are Sparta F.C.

Come on have a bet
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C.

Hey! Hey!

Shepherd boy (Hey!)
Everybody sing (Hey!)
Better act quick (Hey!)
Be my toy (Hey!)
Come on have a bet (Hey!)
So I can win (Hey!)
This is not a poem (Hey!)
For the bin (Hey!)
I don't have a jack knife (Hey!)
It went up the hill (Hey!)
I don't know if I'll get it back (Hey!)
By hook or crook I will (Hey!)
English Chelsea fan (Hey!)
This is your last game (Hey!)
We're not Galatasary (Hey!)
We're Sparta F.C. (Hey!)

Sparta!

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 05:48 (twenty-one years ago)

When I first met you
You didn't go anywhere
'Cept for the drama corporation
Of co-op theatre

Skirting from a course
Bovver boots on
Vacuum breath equals
We never close

But one day you'll find out
That you lost a good man
And one day you'll wake up
And find you lost a good man

Transparent or not

You'll never see my like again
I'm talkin about me
No malice
So transparent

When he walks
When he walks again
All reduced to cost-price
Manual for deceit
Indiscriminate take out
Indiscriminate give out
We never close
Never ever close

You're a snake pit
And one of these days you'll find out
That you lost a good man
And one of these days you'll wake up
And find you lost a good man

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 05:51 (twenty-one years ago)

(They gave their lives during the occupation
Arranged at the end of Japan

It was not a concentration camp

Annihilation

A million dead here

Annihilation)

And still we believe
As ghost presence

How does it show a dream

As ghosts
Decide

I've heard the same

How does this end

They come from
They come from verdant albion
And still
Still they breathe

The corpor of this leaden leaf
Folding out with ghost
Censure
Still in the tub of side for bone shakes

These apes were once born
Fluid now
That's the truth

Drawn from the in-outlet

(One hundred thousand people perished there)

I still wish I could have seen you all

They lived thousand
The hills at dusk
Because they knew all the horrible

Culturations and evocations

Formulae
From verdant green-yellow puddles
Aesop
Purcell appears in the form of an angel
It's now
No good
Twice

(I want to wish you a happy journey back home)

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 05:52 (twenty-one years ago)

You'll never see me trying to raise Cain
You'll never see me wear a suit of green
There's a slip-road up right ahead
leading to the agragarian
But I'm city born and bred
Too many car-fumes in my head
Just a well-read punk peasant.

But you'd think a country man would understand
the devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 6-7 pm

And the man who pretends he knows it all
is destined to a Mighty Fall.
Gets into your house with cheer,
then proceeds to take all you've got to offer.
This is not an autobahn
It's an evil roundabout
That leads to the Haywain
And you'll never see good trains again.

In late 60s, my daddy said to me,
you'll never see trams and clogs again.
Now they roam the city.

Can these people not understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
M5 6-7 pm
The devil makes work for idle hands.

M5 to the country straight ahead
It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread
Can they not understand
there's nothing worse than a bored man?

M5, 6-7 PM

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 05:54 (twenty-one years ago)

Sorry about all those. Thanks to The Fall Lyrics Parade by Jonathan Kandell, Jeff Curtis & Conway Paton.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 05:55 (twenty-one years ago)

Passed to hand, behind the curtain
The letter brings change, now things are uncertain
Hand to hand, the letter moves on
Like a series of shocks, but the contents are known
Oh faint heart, when the letter arrives
You suddenly find things getting lifesize
Once the air rang with things unsaid
Now cruel outlines are easily read
Behind the curtain in the yellow bulb light
The letter reads
I took my own life

― Schwingung (Damian), Thursday, 4 December 2003 08:05 (twenty-one years ago)

I also have recently been loving the "but you/DUNG DUNG DUNNG make my record skip/make my record skip" line in Kelis w/Nas's song "Popular Thug". It doesn't make much sense without the music though.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 4 December 2003 10:35 (twenty-one years ago)

Hey yeah, that bit's choice. Wot a great metaphor.

― Minty (Minty), Thursday, 4 December 2003 10:55 (twenty-one years ago)

two months pass...

Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel

Touching you, touching me
Touching you, cause you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh!

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everything is A.OK!

Touching you, touching me
Touching you, cause you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh! Guitar!

Touching you, touching me
Touching you, cause you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Thursday, 19 February 2004 07:16 (twenty-one years ago)

"Stop eating all that chocolate, eat salad instead, in fact you're a halfwit"

― Silly Sailor (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 19 February 2004 14:53 (twenty-one years ago)

"You may not like it now but you will/Antmusic for sex people! Sexmusic for ant people!/You may not like it now but you will"

― Silly Sailor (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 26 February 2004 14:15 (twenty-one years ago)

Time is not the main thought from under the rain wrought from roots that brought us coots to hoot and haul us all back to the prime ordeal.
(etc)
(Van Dyke PArks)

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Friday, 27 February 2004 00:41 (twenty-one years ago)

"Nixon and Kissinger/should be tried (fried?) as war criminals/for their secret bombing/of Cambodia" actually no those aren't that great really, kinda cool how straightforward they are tho I suppose

― Mr Mime (Andrew Thames), Tuesday, 9 March 2004 12:34 (twenty-one years ago)

"Let's sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run, I'll run with you
And if you say hide, we'll hide

....

Let's dance, for fear tonight is all"

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Tuesday, 9 March 2004 21:57 (twenty-one years ago)

yay 80s david bowie!

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Tuesday, 9 March 2004 22:59 (twenty-one years ago)

the serious moonlight!

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Wednesday, 10 March 2004 01:33 (twenty-one years ago)

I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah..)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)

Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)

CHORUS
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Said the laughing Gnome

Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
"Oh, really?"

In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song

Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)

Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"

(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school?
you look like a rolling gnome."
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)

Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome service of course

Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me

(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")

― Menelaus Darcy (Menelaus Darcy), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 13:22 (twenty-one years ago)

I'll spare you sadie the cleaning lady.
Devil Woman is supurb also

― Menelaus Darcy (Menelaus Darcy), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 13:25 (twenty-one years ago)

I thought I'd found a good lyric on the Pop Group record (I thought they were singing "who Gods the Gods?/Who polices the police?" but they were actually asking "who GUARDS the GUARDS?", which is good but not so GREAT), but I hadn't. I really do like their approach, tho. Sort of. Mostly.

― Mr Mime (Andrew Thames), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 13:46 (twenty-one years ago)

if you're going to post the lyrics to laughing gnome, you have to post the lyrics to "the gospel according to tony day" as well.

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 20:57 (twenty-one years ago)

if you're going to post the lyrics to laughing gnome, you have to post the lyrics to "the gospel according to tony day" as well be thrown in jail with the "saxophone does george michael" album on repeat

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Wednesday, 17 March 2004 02:29 (twenty-one years ago)

o whoops the strikethrough tag didn't work

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Wednesday, 17 March 2004 02:29 (twenty-one years ago)

cash advances and jenny's back on campus
i can't believe that it's september
jenny what's the story, all the chicks in her sorority
asked her how she spent the summer
said i interned at some law firm, said i got a little sunburned
i saw some raver kid get murdered
and i met this guy, and this guy i met he got me high
and the drum and bass sounds a lot like rollin' thunder
the blue looks beautiful toppin' off the torch
you don't have to go inside to buy, you can buy it off the porch

twenty-seven lovers in the back half of the summer
i know you think it's way too many
but the x makes me feel sexy and the sex makes me feel empty
the alcohol destroys me
and i did it in a disco with some guy from san francisco
who looked a lot like roger daltry
and the night of all that bloodshed i was kissin' on some crackhead
who said he knew about a party, he keeps it in his mouth in those crazy chipmunk cheeks
i gave him fifty and he kissed me, spit a little treat between my teeth
i think we're starting to peak

woke up at some hedonistic rodeo
with cowboys kissing cowboys, trading magazines for videos
yeah god bless the radio, all that fine fine music without all the messed up musicians
and dwight's a magician, he gets sensbile people makin' terrible decisions

he name was sally but they all called her sal mineo
she was lit up like an arson but she burned out like arsenio
he name was sandy but they all called her san antonio
she can't remember where she slept last night but she won't forget the alamo
sandy, don't forget our alibi

― etc, Wednesday, 17 March 2004 14:39 (twenty-one years ago)

After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird

Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the countryside

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down - "Curses, foiled again!"

Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight

That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight

― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Wednesday, 17 March 2004 23:17 (twenty-one years ago)

This thread needs some right said fred

― Menelaus Darcy (Menelaus Darcy), Thursday, 18 March 2004 00:44 (twenty-one years ago)

I wanna get you home
And ugh, double ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck
Til the break of dawn
Baby, I got it goin on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt need to go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

― Minty (Minty), Thursday, 18 March 2004 00:55 (twenty-one years ago)

That's not Right Said Fred, is it?

― Livvie (Livvie), Thursday, 18 March 2004 00:58 (twenty-one years ago)

four months pass...

I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine
So we took the car downtown
The kids were hanging out all around
Then we went down to Coney Island
On the coaster and around again
And no one's gonna ever tear us apart
Cause she's my sweetheart
All right, oh yeah
Oh oh I love her so
Oh oh I love her so
Oh oh I love her so

Hanging out on a night like this
I'm gonna give her a great big kiss
I'm gonna make her mine
And everything's gonna be real fine

― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Friday, 23 July 2004 10:19 (twenty years ago)

Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin back that god damned plane
Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration
Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain
Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten
The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in
Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination
I'm just sayin, sayin
Who voted for that asshole of your nation?
Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush
Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres
Who did what RayGun [Reagan] said
And then became prez himself, went for delf
Knee deep in his damned self
Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit
Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it
No you cannot freestyle this
Cause you still ain't free
If I fight for y'all then they get me
How many o y'all is comin to get me?
None! Cause it's easier to forget me
Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone
You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone
I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone
Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the illuminati
Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party!

He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)

Now here's the pitch
Hiding inside certified genocide
Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush?
Out of nowhere headed to the hot house
Killed 135 at the last count
Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! (c'mon)
Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance
Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine
Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush
Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did (the father)
Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid
Go on!

He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)

The father, the son...
The father, the son...
(go on, better go on)
The father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit
The father...
The father...

Coke is the real thing
Used to make you swing
Used to be yo thing
Daddy had you under his wing
Uhh, son of a Bush
Bringin kilos to fill up silos
You probably sniffed piles
Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles
That shit is wild
That shit is wild CIA child
That shit is wild CIA child

He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)
He's the son of a BAD MAN (son of a bad man!)

― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Saturday, 24 July 2004 03:18 (twenty years ago)

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long

I went across the river and I laid down to sleep
I went across the river and I laid down to sleep
I went across the river and I laid down to sleep
When I woke up, there were shackles on my feet

Twenty one links of chain around my leg
Twenty one links of chain around my leg
Twenty one links of chain around my leg
And on each link, the initials of my name

I asked the judge what's gonna be my fine
I asked the judge what's gonna be my fine
I asked the judge what's gonna be my fine
Twenty one years on the Rocky Mountain Line

If anyone should ask you who composed this song
If anyone should ask you who composed this song
If anyone should ask you who composed this song
Say it was me and I sing it all day long

― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Saturday, 24 July 2004 03:25 (twenty years ago)

three months pass...

"I'd give my next month's pay for a slice of Texas cow"- Elvis Presley "GI Blues"
"There's someone for me somewhere/and I still miss someone"- Johnny Cash uh "I Still Miss Someone" obv

― Andrew Blood Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 28 October 2004 04:12 (twenty years ago)

When the rhythm calls, the government falls - here come the cops.
From Tokyo to Soweto, viva la musica pop.
We are black and white and we dance all night down at the hop.
And the letters were tall on the Berlin Wall. Viva la musica pop.

So if you're feeling low,
Stuck in some bardo,
I - even I - know the solution:
Love, music, wine, and revolution.
Love,
Love,
Love, music, wine, and revolution.

This too shall pass, so raise your glass to change and chance.
And freedom is the only law. Shall we dance?
This too shall pass, so raise your glass to change and chance.
And freedom is the only law. Shall we dance?

So if you're feeling low,
Stuck in some bardo,
I - even I - know the solution:
Love, music, wine, and revolution.
Love,
Love,
Love, music, wine, and revolution.

So if you're feeling low,
Stuck in some bardo,
I - even I - know the solution:
Love, music, wine, and revolution.

― etc, Thursday, 28 October 2004 07:53 (twenty years ago)

In tat or tatters you're entrancing

Be we in Paris or in Lansing

nothing matters when we're dancing

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Thursday, 28 October 2004 08:36 (twenty years ago)

Yes Stephin rules current pop lyrics like a God, odd no-one seems inclined to follow his example and TRY to write good ones

― Andrew Blood Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 28 October 2004 10:24 (twenty years ago)

Hello daily life
I don't want to fight today...

― Minty (Minty), Sunday, 31 October 2004 01:30 (twenty years ago)

Let's
Let's
Let's
Let's sway
Let's
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's sway
Let's sway
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance

― cuspidorian (cuspidorian), Thursday, 11 November 2004 10:59 (twenty years ago)

Did you write that?

― Andrew Blood Thames (Andrew Thames), Thursday, 11 November 2004 13:35 (twenty years ago)

its kinda similar to 'dance to the drummers beat'

― chris andrews (fraew), Friday, 12 November 2004 05:41 (twenty years ago)

four months pass...

causing accidents again as you try to cross the street
live on shots and cigarettes - what the hell, it's only meat
it's an artform in itself, dying young

― oh, the TV set's on fire. shall we go?, Thursday, 7 April 2005 05:38 (twenty years ago)

I think that's the only time I've heard stuart moxham's vox!

― etc, Thursday, 7 April 2005 05:40 (twenty years ago)

That's a good song. Hey I went by the shop on Tuesday and you weren't there! I forgot the CDs anyway, do you still wanna borrow em?

― Elisabeth (Elisabeth), Thursday, 7 April 2005 06:03 (twenty years ago)

damn, must've popped out for five minutes when k4rel was instore. got a pretty decent stephin merritt sampler together anyway (haha apparently SM emailed j0nathan & JB didn't know who he was & didn't reply! h3ather's trying to get back in contact w/him for when they're in NY) + a 69LS one-cd thing.

have you got that song on mp3, or have you got the 7" box set?

― etc, Thursday, 7 April 2005 21:20 (twenty years ago)

Mp3, I wish I had the 7" boxed set pretty badly!

― Elisabeth (Elisabeth), Thursday, 7 April 2005 22:01 (twenty years ago)

three months pass...

Well, the way I see it,it doesn't really matter,
'Cause it don't make no sense to all those mad Manhatters.
But I do believe that there must come a moment
When even the piggiest pig must get on up and move it.
I got this friend named Neil, swears Nixon had soul.
But what I'd like to know is can Giuli do the stroll?
People always ask me 'What's so fucking great about dancing?'
How the fuck should I know? Yeah, even I can barely understand it.
But when the music takes over, the music takes control.
Here's a message to you, Rudy, and you sir, Mr. Bloomberg, and the rest of you ties-too-tight dudes.
Y'all could learn a lesson by losing inhibitions,
Yeah, losing yourself in the music, losing yourself in the moment.
'Cause we have nothing more than this very second.
You can't count on the one coming after, no one's sure about the before.
So forget about it, we live here and now, dude. Here and now here and now here and now.
So get on down down down down down down down down down down down down down down...
NYC is where the freaks come to be free
And if I can't get my freak on, see
I'm a hang up Giuliani. He can sick his lackeys on me.
But you can't stop a new age dawning,
So if you got hips, then shake 'em.
And if you got fears forsake 'em.
Giuliani's got his rules but we ain't no fools - let's break 'em.
And on the way we'll make 'em say
'Everybody cut - everybody cut - everybody cut footloose!'

― etc, Wednesday, 27 July 2005 05:06 (nineteen years ago)

Hey isn't that that band you hate?

― A Viking of Some Note (Andrew Thames), Friday, 29 July 2005 09:58 (nineteen years ago)

I like them as long as I pretend that 12" is the only thing they released! It's a useful trick, &c. Have you heard it?

― etc, Tuesday, 2 August 2005 21:17 (nineteen years ago)

Yeah, I nearly bought it once but it was way too horrible.

― A Viking of Some Note (Andrew Thames), Wednesday, 3 August 2005 03:20 (nineteen years ago)

three years pass...

so drunk
in the august sun
and youre the kind of girl i like
because you're empty
and i'm empty

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Friday, 22 May 2009 02:10 (sixteen years ago)

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