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sunshine	Date: October 9, 2009 @ 8:25 AM post what you want! you need cooling baby i\'m not fooling i\'m gonna send ya back to schoolin way way down inside honey you need i\'m gonna give ya my love i\'m gonna give ya my love.. oh....whole lotta love...... WAY down inside woman you need (boom boom) looooovvvvveeeeeeeeeee
zedsalt	Date: October 9, 2009 @ 10:32 AM "Well, my name is 'Loretta' but I prefer 'Lottie' I've struck terror in the hearts of this town It's like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yella It's more like the other way around" (Nick Cave, as best as I can recall at the moment)
BOWILLIE	Date: October 9, 2009 @ 11:49 AM ..get back jack and do it again wheels turnin round and round.. steely dan
Torrence	Date: January 20, 2010 @ 10:33 AM Things they do look awful c-c-cold/ Hope I die before I get old
justinother1	Date: January 20, 2010 @ 4:27 PM gee,zed...thanx for the nick cave boost... I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable hight And I've been known to be quite handsome In a certain angle and in certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, O'Malley I have a thirst O'Malley merely smiled at me Said You wouldn't be the first I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmmm Neighbours! I cried, Friends! I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar I bear no grudge against you! And my dick felt long and hard I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till down And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that mother fucker down Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah I have no free will, I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, You are an evil man And I paused a while to wonder If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable, I wonder I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, No offense And then lay upon the ground None taken, I replied to him To which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm I said, I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a steaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts of truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse i felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy Did you know I lived in your street? I said And he looked at me as though I were crazy O, he said, I had no idea And he grew as quiet as a m ouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew that hat right off the house Hmmmmmm Uh Uh Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection There stands some kind of man, I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again Fear me! Fear me! Fear me! But no one did cause they were dead Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your head! I had one one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar Don't shoot, I cried, I'm a man unarmed! So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers Aaaaaah One Aaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaaaaah Four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar fuck...i just got carried away...again...sorry
sunshine	Date: January 21, 2010 @ 4:22 AM see the girl who holds the world in a papercup drink it up love her and she'll bring ya luck and even though we aint got money im so in love with ya honeyeverything will bring a change of luck and in the morning when i rise bring a tear of joy to my eyes and tell me everything is gonna be alright
justinother1	Date: January 27, 2010 @ 6:15 PM "Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de en-whiffment o' de origumal potium. Now, in his infinate respondable party personaged as THE EVIL PRINCE, and through de magik o' stage-kraft of course, we's about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his lil' cauldrom o' doom!"
zedsalt	Date: January 28, 2010 @ 9:28 AM Ah, yes, that magic moment when a short straight line is drawn between two hearts separated and by time and distance, and we realize that someone else has taken the contents of our heart of hearts and set it to music, all without ever having met us... So, what would you call that mood of yours, there, jus'?
BOWILLIE	Date: January 28, 2010 @ 9:40 AM willie go round in circles willie fly high like a bird up in the sky..fly high.
miraclemaker	Date: January 28, 2010 @ 9:53 AM "I see the tip of the iceberg... and I worry about you"
justinother1	Date: January 28, 2010 @ 6:27 PM "I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and dull I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull I'll say it's the worst-of-the-worst of the year, No wind down the plain, and it's hard on your ear I'll say it's the work of an infantile mind I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you will find A better excuse to spend money or time At a Tupper-Ware Party, So, do be a smarty! Hold on to that dollar A little while longer For spending it here, Why, it couldn't be wronger!"
justinother1	Date: January 28, 2010 @ 6:29 PM mood? we don't need no stinking mood!!!
sunshine	Date: January 28, 2010 @ 6:34 PM ooooooh your like the sun chasing all of the rain away when you come around you bring brighter days your the perfect one musta been sent from up above and i will love you so for always
miraclemaker	Date: January 29, 2010 @ 2:01 AM "I just called to say.. I love you I just called to say how much I care"
sunshine	Date: January 29, 2010 @ 10:17 AM Walk in silence, Don't walk away, in silence. See the danger, Always danger, Endless talking, Life rebuilding, Don't walk away. Walk in silence, Don't turn away, in silence. Your confusion, My illusion, Worn like a mask of self-hate, Confronts and then dies. Don't walk away. People like you find it easy, Naked to see, Walking on air. Hunting by the rivers, Through the streets, Every corner abandoned too soon, Set down with due care. Don't walk away in silence, Don't walk away. joy division
miraclemaker	Date: January 30, 2010 @ 12:07 AM "welcome to the hotel california, what a lovely place, what a lovely face..
miraclemaker	Date: January 30, 2010 @ 7:59 AM "I ended up with a preacher, full of lies and hate.. I seem to scare him a little so he showed me to the golden gate. Can you see the real me preacher? preacher? Can you see the real me preacher? Can you see can you see can you see whoa! Can you see the real me doctor? can you see the real me maaaaaama? can you see the real meemememememememeemememememe
sunshine	Date: January 31, 2010 @ 11:09 AM and the sign says you got have a membership card to get inside.
justinother1	Date: January 31, 2010 @ 2:28 PM W.P.O.D. the tubes
sunshine	Date: January 31, 2010 @ 4:56 PM i love the tubes! # 1 song the day i was born - i can't get no satisfaction i cant get no girl reaction but i try and i try and i try and i try i cant get no! no no no hey hey hey thats what i say
sunshine	Date: January 31, 2010 @ 4:57 PM thread hijack - change it up - what is the number 1 song the day you were born????
Tattoomom	Date: January 31, 2010 @ 11:18 PM I'm too sexy for my shirt...too sexy for my shirt...so sexy it hurts....????
sunshine	Date: February 1, 2010 @ 5:10 AM ouch, crystal... if that song was number one when you were born, i feel really old. 92? http://www.joshhosler.biz/NumberOneInHistory/SelectMonth.htm you can check here to find out which song was number 1 on any particular day.
justinother1	Date: February 1, 2010 @ 7:46 AM my boyfriend's back the angels justinother1=relic
Mojosnake	Date: February 1, 2010 @ 7:49 AM Superstition , Stevie Wonder I have always wondered WHY this is on of my favorite songs.....
justinother1	Date: February 1, 2010 @ 7:51 AM but...i was really enjoying this topic,damnitt! "hey, bert convy, even shaved off his pubic hair because those lesbians forced him to" john trubee and the ugly janitors of america- ex lax for cheryl tiegs perhaps the greatest closing line,in the history of rock.
sunshine	Date: February 2, 2010 @ 8:26 AM ok, we can go back to expressive lyrics. i will make another thread for number one song the day you were born.. you walked in to the party like you were walking onto a yaght you had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself pass by i had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee clouds in my coffee and your so vain i bet you think this song is about you i bet you think this song is about you don't you don't you don't you
BOWILLIE	Date: February 2, 2010 @ 8:32 AM you dig 16 tons and what do ya get one day older and deeper in debt lord have mercy dont say its so i sold my soul to the company sto..
sunshine	Date: February 7, 2010 @ 3:53 PM She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places Where he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she'd need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's thinking 'bout the places That she knows she still belongs She smiles the secret smile That's sure she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run
miraclemaker	Date: February 8, 2010 @ 2:15 AM long live rock, i need it every night.. long live rock.. come on and join the line... long live rock ..... be it dead or alive!
miraclemaker	Date: February 10, 2010 @ 5:44 AM wheels within wheels in a tiny aray a pattern so grand and complex time after time we lose site of the way our causes cant see our affects
sunshine	Date: February 10, 2010 @ 9:20 AM clowns to the left of me jokers to the right here i am stuck in the middle with you
Tattoomom	Date: February 13, 2010 @ 10:22 PM gone under two times. I've been struck dumb by a voice that speaks from deep beneath the cold black water. It's twice as clear as heaven, and twice as loud as reason. It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed and just as undisturbing. the currents mouth below me opens up around me. suggests and beckons all while swallowing. It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away. But I'm so comfortable...Too comfortable. shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up you're saturating me So how could I let this bring me back to my knees again again again under for the third time. I've been baptized by your voice. it screams from deep beneath the endless water. and it's half as high as heaven and half as clear as reason. it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed. But I'm so comfortable. Far too comfortable. Why don't you kill me, I'm weak and numb and insignificant, and I'm back on my knees. lost in euphoria. I'm back down. I'm in the undertow. I'm helpless and awake in the undertow. I'll die within your undertow. It seems there's no other way out of this undertow. Euphoria.
sunshine	Date: February 14, 2010 @ 3:25 PM got a machine head i work for my machine i work for my machine
sunshine	Date: February 15, 2010 @ 6:47 PM well she was an american girl raised on promises she couldnt help thinking that there was a little more to life somewhere else after all it was a great big world with lots of places to run to
Tattoomom	Date: February 15, 2010 @ 10:27 PM I hate how everybody in America is blind.... I hate how everybody in America is blind..... etc...etc....etc....
BOWILLIE	Date: February 16, 2010 @ 10:35 AM have you seen the little piggies playing in the dirt and for all the little piggies life is getting worse allways have clean shirts to play around in.
sunshine	Date: February 18, 2010 @ 6:20 AM roll into your town and i'm walking around got some extra time think i'll throw some money down and you follow me around asking for the time asking what i found think i'm gonna rob you blind maybe its the tatoo on my arm that i drew when i was bored waitin tables in new york a heart with two flowers intertwined with a vine i can see your point i can see your point and after i paid count the money that you made then you go to the show like to be entertained and i get up on the stage trained monkey in a cage its just another day just another day and i can see you from my place on the stage third row center isle hot blonde with you ..all smiles and you got another woman but shes in another town cant wait till this is over gonna lay that honey down but up here i am who i am and if you dont like it then fuck you man im not a thief and a whore please dont follow me around next time im shopping in your store and up here im making you aware if you dont like me well i dont care ill be exactly who i am and if you got a problem with it well thats your problem man and your good values taught you how to behave who to treat kindly and who to enslave but like a good man you still fall to the floor when a great big rock and a ripe round ass walk through that door but up here i am who i am and if you dont like it then fuck you man im not a thief and a whore please dont follow me around next time im shopping in your store and up here im making you aware if you dont like me well i dont care ill be exactly who i am and if you got a problem with it well thats your problem man
miraclemaker	Date: February 22, 2010 @ 2:41 AM a big haze of delirium creaps up on me all at once a tall stranger I suddenly see he is your leader, he is your guide on the amazing journey together youll ride :transform:
miraclemaker	Date: February 22, 2010 @ 2:42 AM
zedsalt	Date: February 22, 2010 @ 10:17 AM On 22nd Feb 2012, miraclemaker said: a big haze of delirium creaps up on me all at once a tall stranger I suddenly see he is your leader, he is your guide on the amazing journey together youll ride :transform: That's my second favorite tune in the movie "Tommy" (right after Clapton's version of the Sonny Boy Williamson song, "Eyesight to the Blind").
Torrence	Date: February 24, 2010 @ 3:06 AM Listning to you, I get the music Gazing at you, I get the heat Following you, I climb the mountain I get excitement at your feet
imemine	Date: February 24, 2010 @ 11:44 PM Beat on the brat Beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh.
sunshine	Date: February 25, 2010 @ 10:06 AM churchleague softball fistfight getting washed in the blood on a tuesday night Church league softball fistfight Rollin round the pitchers mound It just don?t look right We?re nice people from the church And the Sunday school class To trade the cup of brotherhood For a can of whoop aaaassssssss
sunshine	Date: February 25, 2010 @ 10:09 AM I guess I'm tired of Oprah Winfrey's ass Tellin' me every move to make And I'm tired of Martha Stewart's ass Tellin' me how to bake a cake And I've just about had my fill Of Doctor fucking Phil Tired of looking at Tiger's ass And Shaquille O' fucking Neal Paris Hilton could fuck up a county fair Just proof that you can be stupid And still be a billion-fucking-aire I'm tired of Simon's ass tellin' people that they can't sing I'd fire Donald Trump's ass for knowing every fucking thing Jen and Brad and Angelina's ass I'm about tired of lookin' at them And I'm about ready for Hollywood's ass To run out of fucking film! I'm tired of everything on TV Everybody loves Raymond... Except for fucking me! I'm tired of that Lance's ass In France ridin' on a bike And I could purty much give a damn What some actress's dress looks like It'd be nice if Hip-Hop's ass would finally learn to play three cords And I'm about fed up with Nashville's ass And the "Hand-me-a-trophy" awards Barry Bonds hittin' a bunch of fake home runs And a fake-ass Larry the Cable's ass And Git 'er fucking Done! I'd like to watch football's ass Without worryin' about T.O. And I'm resolved to tell W's ass Where the fuck he can fucking go I'd be the first to second Tellin' the third world what the fuck they can fucking do! It'd be fun to watch Mel Gibson's ass gettin' whipped by the Jews I'm tired of my own ass singing this fucking song There's a lot of people's ass I'm tired of But the list's too fucking long! And I could be wrong... OHH, I could be wrong!
sunshine	Date: February 25, 2010 @ 10:26 AM Well, he comes over to the house in a three day beard Sleeps on the couch, makes the place smell weird He's on something and it damn sure ain't the job He scares the kids, stays on the phone He's got a car somewhere for me to co-sign on He's been disowned and his wife's run off with Bob She finally told him he wasn't worth a damn He tries to blame it all on Vietnam But he wasn't there, he was twelve in seventy-four And he's got a bad back and a messy divorce He's got a workman's comp. case tied up in court He can't move and I can sure vouch for that CHORUS He's my brother-in-law He's from Arkansas Lord, the best man at my wedding and the worst I ever saw He's living off of me He's the baby of the family My wife won't let me shoot him cause he's my brother-in-law Everyday he smokes four packs of menthols Makes about eight more long distance calls Snorts alcohol Talks like Dusty Rhodes And he'll go through your wallet with a fine tooth comb And eat your family out of house and home He'll cuss out your preacher and stop up your commode CHORUS He's my brother-in-law He's got nothing on the ball The kind of man who would rob from Peter and write a bad check to Paul He's gotten out of hand He oughta be a congressman He's the kinda fella that I can't stand and he's my brother-in-law Oh, he's the generic brand and he's my brother-in-lawwwwwwwww (in a tim wilson mood today!)
oHellsBellso	Date: May 29, 2010 @ 9:46 AM Sometimes I wish I could save you, and there's so many things that I want you to know.
elektronz	Date: May 29, 2010 @ 9:51 AM all i want for xmas is me 2 front teeth ..well in my case ill settle for some back teeth
justinother1	Date: June 6, 2010 @ 9:18 AM 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... but,not for me
SciFiButterfly	Date: June 6, 2010 @ 11:34 AM It's just.... a little crush.... But I love you, I love you, I love you
justinother1	Date: June 21, 2010 @ 10:15 PM no one ever told me when i was alone they just thought i'd know better better
sunshine	Date: June 23, 2010 @ 11:55 AM come on people now smile on your brother everybody get together try to love one another right now
justinother1	Date: June 24, 2010 @ 1:30 PM tell me true, tell me why was jesus crucified? was it for this, that daddy died? was it you? was it me? did i watch too much tv? is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
zedsalt	Date: June 24, 2010 @ 2:18 PM Way, way, way underated Pink Floyd album, that one. And a good question for the time and for these: what did happen to the post-war dream?
miraclemaker	Date: June 27, 2010 @ 8:38 AM I cant stop thinking big I cant stop thinking big... In a world where I feel so small I cant stop thinking big *Peart
justinother1	Date: June 30, 2010 @ 1:58 PM when the cowboys and arabs draw down on each other at noon in the cool,dusty air of the city boardroom will you stand by, a passive spectator of the market dictators? will you discreetly withdraw with your ear pressed to the boardroom door? will you hear when the lyons within you roars? will you take to the hills? (semi-ironic mis-spelling,intentional)
justinother1	Date: July 5, 2010 @ 10:12 PM I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean I love the country but I can't stand the scene. And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in this hopeless little screen.
zedsalt	Date: July 6, 2010 @ 10:55 AM Yeah, truth be told, I'm pretty much "just holding the fort", too...
zedsalt	Date: July 6, 2010 @ 11:02 AM "Gonna take a course of action to restore my sight 'til the heart of motivation is filled with a golden light They're hiding in the treetops tugging at my coat but the power lines are falling down and burning in the undergrowth Social, economical, spiritual I'm moving to the house of love"
justinother1	Date: July 10, 2010 @ 9:10 PM Up in smoke That's where I wanna be 'Cause when I'm high The world below Don't bother me When life begins To be one long and dangerous road I take a toke and all my cares Go up in smoke

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