Beltene (acolyte)
06/04/06 02:57 PM
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in excess Elegantly Wasted
Look at all that shines Baby's down on the world and she knows it If your spirits running Why don't we make it rain like we used to
We run We hide We wait and we want The good life Aw sure You're right This ain't, the good life Ah, Elegantly wasted Ah, Elegantly wasted
Look at all the crimes Baby's down on the world cause she owns it Making up her life Nothing more nothing less makes it voodoo We run We hide We wait and we want The good life Aw sure You're right This ain't, the good life
Ah, Elegantly wasted Ah, Elegantly wasted
Well look at all that shines Baby's down on the world and she knows it If your spirits fine Why don't we make it rain like we used to We run We hide We want The good life Aw sure You're right This ain't, the good life
Ah, Elegantly wasted you could be right, you could be certain you could be right Ah, Elegantly wasted Ah, Elegantly wasted you could be right, you could be certain you could be right Ah, Elegantly wasted feels like feels like
Elegantly wasted you could be right, Elegantly wasted you could be certain Elegantly wasted you could be right feels right, feels right
My ass belongs on your face.
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Beltene (acolyte)
06/05/06 12:17 PM
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George Michael The Strangest Thing (one of those rare songs that make me feel like a human being when i listen to it)
Take my life Time has been twisting the knife I dont recognise People I care for
Take my dreams Childish and weak at the seams Please dont analyse Please just be there for me
The things that I know Nobody told me The seeds that are sown They still control me
Theres a liar in my head Theres a thief upon my bed And the strangest thing Is I cannot get my eyes open
Take my hand Lead me to some peaceful land That I cannot find Inside my head
Wake me with love Its all I need But in all this time Still no one said...
Theres a liar in my head Theres a thief upon my bed And the strangest thing Is I cannot get my eyes open
Give me something I can hold Give me something to believe in I am frightened for my soul Please, please Make love to me, send love through me Heal me with your crime The only one who ever knew me Weve waisted so much time So much time
My ass belongs on your face. Edited by Beltene on 06/05/06 12:18 PM (server time).
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EASTMAN (grinning soul)
06/05/06 01:23 PM
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"Don't Smoke In Bed" by Peggy Lee
I left a note on his dresser and my old wedding ring with these few goodbye words How can I sing Goodbye old sleepyhead I'm packing you in, like I said take care of everything I'm leaving my wedding ring don't look for me I'll get ahead remember darling don't smoke in bed
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Wraith2 (stardust savant)
06/05/06 02:30 PM
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Barren Shores of river vile Wretched dead haunt shadows, shattered wild In carmine sky the carrion fly Dormant blood, quick to their cry
And now the damned, fight through blood and bile To hatreds edge, all fetid and befouled Over sewer waters slides proud razor prow A spectre with blade and spattered cowl
Hydra hound of snake black venom Repugnant, vigilant, guard the Acheron Fire-torrent garrote Shadow Kingdom Nine times the noose of the poison woes
Onward to bone gates Wall of twitching flesh
Saviors nailed to burning pier Their eyes devoured and entrails hanged Crown of teeming maggots, flies Above decayed flesh the betrayed cry
Crawl through dread arches Of bleeding, human pillars A screaming, organic machine Writhing, seeping, pain industry
I just want to hold your pretty hand; the rest of you can be dissolved in acid
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guiltpuppy (cracked actor)
06/07/06 05:26 AM
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I haven't actually listened to it in years, so I'm just going to post the excerpt I remember (and have likely embellished with memory) of Syd Barrett - Gigolo Aunt:
Moving on down to the beach to see the blue and the gray Everything's awful, it's a beautiful day.
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kingsteved (crash course raver)
06/07/06 08:11 AM
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Box Of Rain- Grateful Dead. It's pouring out in Boston today.
Look out of any window any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky - What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you - What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleeping? Well please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too
Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear through to another day I know it's been seen before through other eyes on other days while going home -- What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago
Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do to do for you to see you through A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through
Just a box of rain - wind and water - Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower - Wind and rain - in and out the window like a moth before a flame
It's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare But it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there
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RabbitFighter (acolyte)
06/09/06 05:35 PM
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I Don't Wanna Get Over You by Magnetic Fields
I don't wanna get over you I guess I could take a sleeping pill And sleep at will, and not have to go through what I go through I guess I could take Prozac, right And just smile all night at somebody new Somebody not too bright But sweet and kind Who would try to get you off my mind I could leave this agony behind Which is just what I'd do, if I wanted to But I don't wanna get over you Cause I don't wanna get over love I could listen to my therapist Pretend you don't exist And not have to dream of what I dream of I could listen to all my friends And go out again, and pretend it's enough Or I could make a career of being blue I could dress in black and read Camus Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth Like I was 17, that would be a scream But I don't wanna get over you
I will drug you and fuck you On the permafrost
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Strawman (chameleon, comedian, corinthian and caricature)
10/24/06 02:10 PM
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http://www.4shared.com/file/4929082/d9b7bd32
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JarethsGirl (stardust savant)
10/25/06 10:46 PM
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Cool song, Strawie.
"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy
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Marquis (wise like orangutan)
10/26/06 10:49 AM
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Tristan et al, consider this a primer 
Big L - "Ebonics"
Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down
Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A key of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops And if you got rubbed, you got stuck You got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin it I talk with slang and I'm-a never stop speakin it
Yo, yo A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook Mobb Deep already explained the meanin of shook If you caught a felony, you caught a F If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 7:30, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats Condoms is hats, critters is cracks The food you eat is your grub A victims a mark A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart Your apartment is your pad Your old man is your dad The studio is the lab and heated is mad I know you like the way I'm freakin it I talk with slang and I'm-a never stop speakin it
The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly A deuce is a honey that's ugly If your girl is fine, she's a dime A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine If you in love, that mean you blind Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill A very hard, long stare is a grill If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin' Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin' Beggin' is bummin', if you nuttin' you comin' Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly To guerrilla mean to use physical force You took a L, you took a loss To show off mean floss, uh I know you like the way I'm freakin it I talk with slang and I'm-a never stop speakin it
Put it to his head and said, "Ya scared ain't ya?" He said, "Hustler for death, no Heaven for a gangsta."
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