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Post by CKA on Nov 4, 2004 23:53:18 GMT -5
Darts of Pleasure- Franz Ferdinand
You are the latest contender You are the one to remember You are the villain who sends her Light or dark, fantastic passion I know that you will surrender I know that you will surrender I want this fantastic passion We'll have fantastic passion
You can feel my lips undress your eyes Undress your eyes, undress your eyes Words of love and words of leisure Words of poisoned darts of pleasure Died... and so you died
You are the latest adventure You're an emotion avenger You are the devil that sells her Light or dark, fantastic passion
I know that you will surrender I know that you will surrender I want this fantastic passion We'll have fantastic passion
You can feel my lips undress your eyes Undress your eyes, undress your eyes Skin can feel my lips they tingle tense anticipation This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it Words of love and words of leisure Words of poisoned darts of pleasure Died and so you died
Ich heisse Superfantastisch Ich trinke Schampus und Lachsfisch Ich heisse Su-per-fan-tas-tisch
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Post by CKA on Nov 17, 2004 0:15:52 GMT -5
Fool In The Rain- Led Zeppelin
Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shining Like a star that can't wait for the night I hate to think I've been blinded baby Why can't I see you tonight?
And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin' And the thrill of your touch gives me fright And I'm shaking so much, really yearning Why don't you show up, make it all right? Yeah, it's all right.
And if you promised you'd love so completely and you said you would always be true You swore that you would never leave me, baby: What ever happened to you?
And you thought it was only in movies As you wish all your dreams would come true It ain't the first time believe me, baby I'm standin here feeling blue Yeah I'm blue
Now I will stand in the rain on the corner I'll watch the people go shuffling downtown Another ten minutes no longer And then I'm turning around
The clock on the wall's moving slower My heart it sinks to the ground And the storm that I thought would blow over Clouds the light of the love that I found
Now my body is starting to quiver And the palms of my hands getting wet I've got no reason to doubt you baby, It's all a terrible mess
I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless When I'm breathless I'll run till I drop, hey The thoughts of a fool's kind of careless I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah Light of the love that I found...
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Post by Tink on Nov 20, 2004 19:44:07 GMT -5
Tom Cochrane "Big League" When he was a kid, he'd be up at five Take shots till eight, make the thing drive Out after school, back on ice That was his life, he was gonna play in the Big League The Big League Not many ways out of this cold northern town You work in the mill and get laid in the ground If you're gonna jump it will be with the game Real fast and tough is the only clear lane to the Big League My boy's gonna play in the Big League My boy's gonna turn some heads My boy's gonna play in the Big League My boy's gonna knock 'em dead The Big League All the right moves when he turned eighteen Scholarship and school on a big U.S. team Out with his girl near Lake McClean Hit a truck doing seventy in the wrong lane To the Big League My boy's gonna play in the Big League My boy's gonna turn some heads My boy's gonna play in the Big League My boy's gonna knock 'em dead Never can tell what might come down Never can tell how much you get Just don't know, no you never can tell Sometimes at night I can hear the ice crack It sounds like thunder and it rips through my back Sometimes in the morning I still hear the sound Ice meets metal... "Can't you drive me down to the Big League?" My boy's gonna play in the Big League My boy's gonna turn some heads My boy's gonna play in the Big League My boy's gonna knock 'em dead Never can tell what might come down Never can tell when you might check out Just don't know, no you never can tell So do right to others like you do to yourself In the Big League That's a sad song
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Post by CKA on Nov 20, 2004 19:50:49 GMT -5
Paint it Black- the Rolling Stones
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and it has been painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm, ... I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black Yeah!
Yet another sad song.
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Post by CG on Dec 1, 2004 21:26:43 GMT -5
Devil's Dance Floor ~ Flogging Molly
Her breath began to speak As she stood right in front of me The colour of her eyes Were the colour of insanity Crushed beneath her wave Like a ship, I could not reach her shore We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Chorus:Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, a little more next to me Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Pressed against her face I could feel her insecurity Her mother'd been a drunk And her father was obscurity But nothin' ever came From a life that was a simple one So pull yourself together girl And have a little fun
Well she took me by the hand I could see she was a fiery one Her legs ran all the way Up to heaven and past Avalon Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store She said come with me now On the Devil's Dance Floor
Chorus:
The apple now is sweet Oh much sweeter than it ought to be Another little bite I don't think there is much hope for me The sweat beneath her brow Travels all the way An' headin' south This bleedin' heart's cryin' Cause there's no way out
Chorus:
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Post by Tink on Dec 1, 2004 21:29:07 GMT -5
Led Zeppelin Immigrant Song
Ah, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
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Post by Tink on Dec 1, 2004 21:41:40 GMT -5
Nothing Else Matters
So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know
So close no matter how far It couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know
I never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know
So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No, nothing else matters
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Post by Tink on Dec 4, 2004 15:57:00 GMT -5
DAVID BYRNE -In The Future
In the future everyone will have the same haircut and the same clothes. In the future everyone will be very fat from the stachy diet. In the future everyone will be very thin from not having enough to eat. In the future it will be next to impossible to tell girls from boys, even in bed. In the future men will be 'super masculine' and women will be 'ultra-feminine'. In the future half of us will be 'mentally ill'. In the future there will be no religion or spirtualism of any sort. In the future the 'psychic arts' will be put to practical use. In the future we will not think that 'nature' is beautiful. In the future the weather will always be the same. In the future no one will fight with anyone else. In the future there will be an atomic war. In the future water will be expensive. In the future all material items will be free. In the future everyone's house will be like a little fortress. In the future everyone's house will be a total entertainment centre.
In the future everyone but the wealthy will be very happy. In the future everyone but the wealthy will be very filthy. In the future everyone but the wealthy will be very heathly. In the future TV will be so good that the printed word will function as an artform only. In the future people with boring jobs will take pills to relieve the boredom. In the future that no one will live in cities. In the future there will be mini-wars going on everywhere. In the future everyone will think about love all the time.
In the future political and other decisions will be based completely on opinion polls. In the future there will be machines which will produce a religious experience in the user. In the future there will be groups of wild people, living in the wilderness. In the future there will only be paper money which will be personalised. In the future there will be a classless society.
In the future everyone will only get to go home once a year. In the future everyone will stay home all the time. In the future we will not have time for leisure activities. In the future we will only 'work' one day a week. In the future our bodies will be shrivelled up but our brains will be bigger. In the future there will be starving people everywhere. In the future people will live in space. In the future no one will be able to afford TV. In the future the helpless will be killed. In the future everyone will have their own style of way-out clothes In the future we will make love to anything, anytime, anywhere In the future there will be so much going on that no one will be able to keep track of it.
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Post by Tink on Dec 4, 2004 22:29:57 GMT -5
Underwear Goes Inside The Pants by Lazyboy
Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal? It’s a natural plant that grows in the dirt. You know what’s not natural? 80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That’s not natural. But we got pills for that. We’re dedicating all our medical resources to keeping the old guys erect, but we’re putting people in jail for smoking something that grows in the dirt?
You know we have more prescription drugs now. Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad. I can’t watch TV for four minutes without thinking I have five serious diseases. Like: “Do you ever wake up tired in the mornings?” Oh my god I have this, write this down. Whatever it is, I have it. Half the time you don’t even know what the commercial is, there's people running through fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean. Like that is the greatest disease ever. How do you get that? That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy.
The schools now… It's all about self-esteem in the schools. Build the kids’ self-esteem, make them feel good about themselves. If everybody grows up with high self-esteem, who's going to dance in our strip clubs? What’s going to happen to our porno industry? These women don’t just grown on trees. It takes lots of drunk daddys missing a lot of dance recitals before you decide to blow a goat on the internet for fifty bucks. And if that disappears, where does that leave me on a Friday with my new high speed connection?
(Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song, sing on me, sing sing sing, sing your song, sing for me, sing, sing, sing)
Mastermind's another word that comes up all the time. That you keep hearing about these ah, these ah, terrorists masterminds that are being killed over in the Middle East. Terrorists masterminds. Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe what these guys do, don’t you think? They’re not masterminds. “OK, you take bomb, right? And you put in backpack. And you get on bus and you blow yourself up. Alright?” “Why do I have to blow myself up? Why can’t I just…” “Who’s the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?”
Americans, let’s face it: We’ve been a spoiled country for a long time. You know what the number one health risk in America is? Obesity. Obesity, they say we’re in the middle of an obesity epidemic. An epidemic like it's polio. Like we’ll be telling our grand kids about it one day. The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004. “How’d you get through it grandpa?” “Oh, it was horrible Johnny, there was cheesecake and pork chops everywhere.”
Nobody knows why were getting fatter? Look at our lifestyle. I'll sit at a drive thru. I’ll sit there, I'll sit there behind fifteen other cars instead of getting up to make a eight foot walk to the totally empty counter. Everything is mega meal, super sized. Want biggie fries with that? Want a jumbo fry? Want to go large? Want a biggie fry? You want to have thirty burgers for a nickel you fat mother fucker? There’s room in the bag. Take it! Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that? It’s only three more cents.
(Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song, sing on me, baby sing sing sing, sing your song, sing for me, sing, sing, sing)
Sometimes you have to suffer a little in your youth to motivate you to succeed in later life. Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school, do you think there’d be a Microsoft? Of course not. You got to spend a lot of time stuffed in your own locker with your underwear wedged up your ass before you start thinking, “I’m going to take over the world of computers! You'll see, I’ll show them.”
We’re in one of the richest countries in the world, but yet the minimum wage is lower now than it was thirty five years ago. There are homeless people everywhere. This homeless guy asked me for money the other day. I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol. And then I thought, that’s what I’m going to use it on. Why am I judging this poor bastard. People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they’re just going to waste it, he's gonna waste the money. Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit? Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He’s homeless. I walked behind this guy the other day. A homeless guy asked him for money. He looked right at the homeless guy and says Why don’t you go get a job you bum? People always say that to homeless guys, get a job like it's always that easy. This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants. I’m guessing his resume ain’t all up to date. I’m predicting some problems during the interview process. I’m pretty sure even McDonalds has a “underwear goes inside the pants” policy. Not that they enforce it very strictly, but technically I’m sure it's on the books.
(Sing, sing, sing, sing your song, sing on me, baby sing sing sing, sing your song, sing for me, sing, sing, sing)
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Post by Tink on Dec 5, 2004 2:57:00 GMT -5
Desert Rose -Sting I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die And near the flames The shadows play in the shape of the man’s desire
This desert rose Whose shadow bears the secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
And now she turns This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams This fire burns I realize that nothing’s as it seems
I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain I lift my gaze to empty skies above I close my eyes The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose Whose shadow bears the secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
Sweet desert rose This memory of hidden hearts and souls This desert flower This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love
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Post by Tink on Dec 6, 2004 20:50:03 GMT -5
U2 Numb
Don't move Don't talk out of time Don't think Don't worry Everything's just fine Just fine
Don't grab Don't clutch Don't hope for too much Don't breathe Don't achieve Or grieve without leave
Don't check Just balance on the fence Don't answer Don't ask Don't try and make sense
Don't whisper Don't talk Don't run if you can walk Don't cheat, compete Don't miss the one beat
Don't travel by train Don't eat Don't spill Don't piss in the drain Don't make a will
Don't fill out any forms Don't compensate Don't cower Don't crawl Don't come around late Don't hover at the gate
Don't take it on board Don't fall on your sword Just play another chord If you feel you're getting bored I feel numb I feel numb Too much is not enough I feel numb Don't change your brand Gimme what you got Don't listen to the band Don't gape Gimme what I don't get Don't ape Don't change your shape Gimme some more Have another grape Too much is not enough I feel numb I feel numb Gimme some more A piece of me, baby I feel numb Don't plead Don't bridle Don't shackle Don't grind Gimme some more Don't curve Don't swerve I feel numb Lie, die, serve Gimme some more Don't theorize, realise, polarise I feel numb Chance, dance,dismiss, apologise Gimme what you got Gimme what I don't get Gimme what you got Too much is not enough Don't spy I feel numb Don't lie Don't try Imply Detain Explain Start again I feel numb I feel numb Don't triumph Don't coax Don't cling Don't hoax Don't freak Peak Don't leak Don't speak I feel numb I feel numb Don't project Don't connect Protect Don't expect Suggest I feel numb Don't project Don't connect Protect Don't expect Suggest I feel numb Don't struggle Don't jerk Don't collar Don't work Don't wish Don't fish Don't teach Don't reach I feel numb Don't borrow Too much is not enough Don't break I feel numb Don't fence Don't steal Don't pass Don't press Don't try Don't feel Gimme some more Don't touch I feel numb Don't dive Don't suffer Don't rhyme Don't fantasize Don't rise Don't lie I feel numb Don't project Don't connect Protect I feel numb Don't expect Suggest
Don't project Don't connect Protect I feel numb Don't expect Suggest
I feel numb
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Post by Tink on Dec 8, 2004 0:47:25 GMT -5
Linkin Park & Jay Z - Numb / Encore
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...) I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar One last time I need y'all to roar
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Post by CG on Dec 10, 2004 21:13:24 GMT -5
An oldie but a goodie!
The 12th Of Never - Johnny Mathis
You ask how much I need you, must I explain? I need you, oh my Darling, like roses need rain You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true Until the 12th of Never, I'll still be loving you
Hold me close, never let me go, hold me close, melt my heart like April snow
I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme Until the 12th of Never and that's a long long time
Until the 12th of Never and that's a long long time....
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Post by reality on Dec 13, 2004 11:53:36 GMT -5
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone I walk a...
I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone...
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Post by uofrhockeyman on Dec 13, 2004 18:37:22 GMT -5
Push It To The Limit Push it to the limit, Walk along the razor's edge, Don't look down just keep your head and you'll be finished!
Open up the limit, Past the point of no return, You've reached the top but still you've gotta learn, How to keep it!
It go here and double the stakes, Fry it open like a bat outta hell, You've crashed the gates (crashed the gates) Goin' for the back of the owned, Nothing gonna stop you there's nothin' that strong, So close now you're nearly at the brink so push it! Oooh yeah!
Welcome to the limit, (limit) Take it maybe one step more, Power keeps still playing sore, You'd better win it!
Push it to the limit, (limit) No one left to stand in your way, You might get careless but you'll never be safe, While your standing!
Welcome to the limit, Standing along the razor's edge, Don't look down just keep your head and you'll finished!
Welcome to the limit! Push it to the limit! Push it to the limit!
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