Post lyrics, please.

Smoke in our Lights by The Avett Brothers

You're not a girl, you're a town
You're snow on the ground, you're my first year in school (and wooo)
You're the words in a song that Hoon sang to me
And all around my memories, you dance

You're not a girl, you're a car
You're a red Trans Am, you're 90 miles an hour (and wooo)
We'd never get caught cause there's no cops around
And no roads like this, downtown

Why'd we have to change, it all seems so fine
(Fine) we'll go our own ways
We're both asking
Why'd we have to change, it all seems so fine
(Fine) we'll go our own ways
We're both asking, why

You're not a girl, you're the night of the homecoming game
You're the voice in my head, just begging me to stay
You're the smoke in our lights, as we sped away
To catch the moonlight on the graves

You're not a girl, you're a waltz
You're a canopy bed, you're June till August (and wooo)
You're the back and forth sway, of the hammock all day
When I asked you, what did you say

Why'd we have to change, it all seems so fine
(Fine) we'll go our own ways
We're both asking
Why'd we have to change, it all seems so fine
(Fine) we'll go our own ways
We're both asking, why

Let's drink to libido. Because it may in fact be the only thing separating us from Diamonddogz. ~ guiltpuppy

This was sort of the song that I played over and over again on my mp3 player. I'm not a fan of the pixies. I've only heard two songs and the other one I don't like. I only like the first 50 seconds of the whole composition of this one but man those 50 seconds! I should say that I probably wouldn't have liked it at all if it didn't remind me of fun things that never happened.

All Over The World
Hey Babe
How are you doing?
Can I be your boy?

With a pet at my side
God in the sky
Snow falling down
Freeze my body to the ground
I can't ride
But one more time
I will ride
All over the world

Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different fround
You can't live easily
You can't even speak
But all of them speak
All over the world

I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different ground
You can't live easily
You can't even speak
Fish all of them speak
All over the world

A plain with no herd
Not even a bird
When one side is hot
The other side of the moon is not
It's just like a ride
Maybe some time
They'll make it a ride
All over the world

I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there

Time is an arrangement
Time is an arranger
I am a derangement

All my thoughts
All i am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
I am all what i'm taught

Better call the ranger
Got a train derailments
Better call the ranger

What i'm taught
All i am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
All i am are my thoughts
What i'm not




You see, darling...my ass does belong on your face! You just don't know it yet.

I'm hearing subliminal messages.

"Brutalize me", he says.

You see, darling...my ass does belong on your face! You just don't know it yet.

Resolve by the Foo Fighters-I recently bought thier double disc set, and for whatever strange reason, I can't quit playing this song...
RESOLVE
Something that I felt today, something that I heard
Swingin' from the chandeliers, hanging on your word
I remember watchin' you, once upon a time
Dancing from across the room, in another light

A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how

Lookin' back to find my way, never seemed so hard
Yesterday's been laid to rest, changing of the guard
I would never change a thing, even if I could
All the songs we used to sing, everything was good

A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how

One more year that you're not here has gone and passed you by
What happened to you, what happened to you?
One more tear that you won't hear has gone and passed you by
What happened to you, what happened to you?

A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how

A little bit of resolve
One more year that you're not here
Has gone and passed you by (A little bit of resolve)
A little bit of resolve
One more year that you're not here
Has gone and passed you by (A little bit of resolve)


"I suppose if I were a lot older--like 40 or 50--I'd be a wonderful sugar daddy to some little queen down in Kensington. I'd have a houseboy named Richard to order around."DB, 1976

Our Frank by Morrissey

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you ?
Give me a cigarette
God give me patience
Just no more conversation
Oh, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
Sick all over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the colours blend

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They just bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you ?
Now will you just give over ?
The world may be ending
But look, I'm only human

So, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
All over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the two colours blend, my friend
Won't somebody help ?

Won't somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
About everything
Oh, somebody
From thinking all the time
So deeply, so bleakly ?
So bleakly all the time
About everything ? (Who I am, how I ever got here)
Somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
So bleakly, so bleakly

“Keats and Yeats may be on your side, but I’m on Morrissey’s. Therefore, you fucking lose.”
~ Oscar Wilde on Morrissey

Suzanne Vega - In Liverpool

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me
if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

"I don't post here, but i like to come sometimes.."
~ sweet Bibi

Monsieur Bibendum
By Tryo (is there anyone who know this French band?)

Tout le monde cherche,
un ptit coin d'paradis
qu'on ai un gros derche
ou un tout rikiki.
On l'a pas choisit cela dit,
il faut faire avec.
Ouai c'est ce que dit mon voisin,
qu'est pas un beau mec.
Et son nom c'est...

{Refrain 1:}
Monsieur Bibendum,
il est vraiment énorme.
Monsieur Bibendum,
il est pas dans les normes.

Ses 110kgs soyez sûrs,
C'est pas du mac do.
Plutôt épicurien
qu'autre chose.
Voilà son crédeau.
Son nom c'est...

{Refrain 2:}
Monsieur Bibendum,
c'est un sacré bonhomme.
Monsieur Bibendum,
le bonheur en personne.

Il en a plus qu'assez,
de feuilleter les magasines
qui voudraient l'faire complexer
sur la beauté masculine.
J'ai pas l'temps d'm'apitoyer
Sur mon nez tordu
ni sur celui qui rit
à le vue d'mon gros cul,
j'promène ma bedaine
et quoi qu'il advienne,
elle plait à ma femme
et ça c'est bien ma veine !

Mais comment assumer,
dans un monde si parfait,
son petit pet de travers
Oh mon dieu
Quelle affaire !

Tout le monde cherche
Un ptit coin d'paradis
et si yen a une qui a du flair,
à mon avis c'est bien lui
son nom c'est...

{au Refrain 1}

Ses 110kgs, soyez-sûrs
qu'ça freine pas sa libido.
Si vous saviez l'bruit qu'sa femme fait
quand elle grimpe au rideau.

{au Refrain 2}


If you want to know me more...and my band !
Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

Numbers by Kraftwerk

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs sieben, acht
one, two
un, deux, trois
uno, due, tre, quattro
ichi, ni, san, chi
adjin, dva, tri

(To be honest, I woke up with that terrible "You had a bad day" ballad ringing in my head so you might call that my song of the day - but I'm doing my best right now to get it out of my system! )

Ezels!

Jumping Jive - Joe Jackson (just a happy song, no special meaning)

Boys - what you gonna say down there?
Oh Boys - what you gonna say down there?
Palamar, Shalamar, Swanny Shore
Let me dig that jive once more

Boys - take it right on down to the gator
Oh boys - gotta take a side elevator
Can't you hear those hip cats call
Come on boys let's have a ball

The jip-jam-jump is a jumpin' jive
Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side
The jip-jam-jump is a solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five

Now, don't you be that ickeroo
Get hip, come on and follow do
When you get your steady fool
You met your jump like the gators do

The jip-jam-jump is a jumpin' jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
The jip-jam-jumpin' jive
Makes you hip hip on the mellow side

The jip-jam-jump is a solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five
The jip-jam-jumpin' jive
Makes you hip hip on the mellow side

Now, don't you be that ickeroo
Get hip, come on and follow do
When you get your steady fool
You met your jump like the gators do

The jip-jam-jump is a jumpin' jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
The jip-jam-jumpin' jive
Makes you hip hip on the mellow side

Skibbel-de-doo . . .
Now I told you 'bout the jumpin' jive
Jip-jam-jum the jumpin' jive
I know you dug this mellow jive
Cause you dig it on the mellow side

And ''Our Darkness'' by Anne Clark

Sorry, I can't find the lyrics

Dead Bird Sings by Babybird.

Take me in your arms again
Wash me in your eyes
Tie me to the house again
Love me till love dies
Love me till love dies

Blame me for everything
Not just for the bad times
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear
Just like a dead bird sings

Look into my face again
Between us there’s a mile
I can see a hole in the sky
As wide as your smile

It’s not that you’ve gone away
It’s that I’ve never met you
But I wish that you’d come back to me
Just like the night turns blue
Just like the night turns blue

Take me in your arms again
Blame me for everything
Not just the bad times
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
Just like a dead bird sings
Love me till love dies

FIFA WORLD CUP 2006

The Carpenters, Yesterday Once More - one of the most beautiful pop songs ever written and recorded. Listened to it on my way to work this morning. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.

When I was young
I’d listen to the radio
Waitin’ for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along

It made me smile

Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they’d gone
But they’re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-wo-wo
Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re starting to sing’s so fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry

Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Lookin’ back on how it was
In years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed

It was songs of love that
I would sing to then
And I’d memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-wo-wo
Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re starting to sing’s so fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry

Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry
Just like before

It’s yesterday once more

And I want to believe that a light's shining through somehow

Dusty Springfield, signing this... the reason is to painful to mention.

Goin' Back (gerry goffin & carole king)


I think i'm goin' back
To the things
I learned so well
In my youth

I think i'm returning to
Those days
When i was young enough
To know the truth

Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more colouring books
No christmas bells to chime

But thinking young
And growing older
Is no sin
And i can play
The game of life to win

I can recall the time
When i wasn't ashamed
To reach out to a friend
And now i think i've got
A lot more than
A skipping rope to lend

Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And everyday can be
My magic carpet ride
And i can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years

Let everyone debate the true reality
I'd rather see the world the way it used to be
A little bit of freedom's
All we lack
So catch me if you can
I'm goin' back



London Bye Ta-Ta...

I Don't Want To Be - Gavin DeGraw

I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
am i the only one to notice
I can't be the only one who's learned

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

Can I have everyone's attention please
if you're not like this and that
You're gonna have to leave

I came from the mountains
the crust of creation
My whole situation made from clay dust stone
and now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I DONT WANT TO BE...
I DONT WANT TO BE...
I DONT WANT TO BE... ANYTHING OTHER THAN..

later,
Chris...

I could stay if you asked me,
So for God's sake don't ask me to stay

Station Approach by Elbow

I haven’t been myself of late
I haven’t slept for several days but

Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight

The streets are full of Goths and Greeks
I haven’t seen my mum for weeks but
Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight

I never know what I want but I know when
I’m low that I need to be in the town
Where they know what I’m like and don’t mind


A scholar and a gentleman. Well at least one of them...

Death To Everyone - Bonnie Prince Billy

I am here, right here
Where god puts none asunder
And you, in black dress and black shoe
You do invite me under
Go on, go there
You can see me aging
Stars turn, balls burn
Coming kids are raging

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la ...

Every terrible thing is a relief
Even months on end buried in grief
Are easy light times which have to end
With the coming of your death friend

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la ...

So strap me on and raise me high
Cause buddy I'm not afraid to die
But life is long and it's tremendous
And we're glad that you're here with us
And since we know an end will come
It makes our living fun

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun

Death to me and death to you
Tell me what else can we do die do
Death to all and death to each
Our own god-bottle's within reach

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun


I think we all get that feeling “what can I do to help the human race” then you probably like me say fuck it theirs something on the TV - JamieSim

SEX - Frank Zappa

What's the thing that they's talkin' about everywhere?
SEX
When they wanna be suave 'n debonair
SEX

What's poppin' up the most from coast to coast
SEX
At yer bongo party an' yer weenie roast
SEX

Even them Christians who is born again
SEX
Go out 'n get pooched every now 'n' then
SEX

Do ya do or don't ya don't
SEX
Bet yer lyin' if ya say ya won't

Some girls try it 'n go on a diet
Then they worry 'cause they's too fat
Who wants t'ride on an ironin' board?
That ain't no fun . . . I tried me one

Grow that meat all over yer bones
Work the wall with the local jones
'N while you do it, remember this line
The Sniffer says it all the time

"THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION . . . "

Makes no difference if yer young or old
SEX
Don't you act like it's made of gold
SEX

Ladies they need it just like the guys
SEX
Maybe you could use a protein surprise
SEX

Layin' down or standin' up
SEX
You get reals good, just keep it up
SEX

Any time, anywhere
SEX
Why d'ya think it's growin' there?
SEX

Some girls try it 'n they don't like it
They complain 'cause it don't last
Who wants to ride on a debutante?
They talks too much . . . they moves too fast

Watch the scenery while you ride
You can be very warm inside
'N when the train goes 'round the bend
Check the shrub'ry on the other end

"THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION . . . "

"THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION . . . "

Mother of Pearl
(Ferry)

Turn the lights down, way down low
Turn up the music, hi as fi can go
All the gang's here, everyone you know
It's a crazy scene, hey there just look over your shoulder
Get the picture? No no no no .......(Yes)
Walk a tightrope, your life-sign-line
Such a bright hope, right place, right time
What's your number? Never you mind
Take a powder, but hang on a minute what's coming round the corner?
Have you a future? No no no no .......(Yes)

Well I've been up all night again party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking of life's inner meaning and my latest fling
It's the same old story all love and glory it's a pantomime
If you're looking for love in a looking glass world it's pretty hard to find

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Divine intervention always my intention so I take my time
I've been looking for something I've always wanted but was never mine
But now I've seen that something just out of reach glowing very Holy grail

Oh mother of pearl lustrous lady of a sacred world
Thus even Zarathustra another time loser could believe in you
With every goddess a let down every idol a bring down
It gets you down but the search for perfection
Your own predilection goes on and on and on and on
Canadian Club love a place in the Country everyone's ideal
But you are my favorita and a place in your heart dear makes me feel more real

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't change you for the whole world

You're highbrow, holy with lots of soul melancholy shimmering
Serpentine sleekness was always my weakness like a simple tune
But no dilettante filigree fancy beats the plastic you
Career girl cover exposed and another slips right into view
Oh looking for love in a looking glass world is pretty hard for you

Few throwaway kisses the boomerang misses spin round and round
Fall on featherbed quilted faced with silk softly stuffed eider down
Take refuge in pleasure just give me your future we'll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl submarine lover in a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer your choker provokes a picture cameo

Oh mother of pearl so so semi-precious in your detached world

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Rest in pieces,
Sweet Effee!

It's called Nummern, Emil. I love it too.

Rest in pieces,
Sweet Effee!

In reply to:

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It's called Nummern, Emil.

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Not on the English version of the album, Froggy.
Easily one of my all-time top-ten songs: the most effective beat ever created, sinister synthesized voices, and nothing more.

As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. ~ Saul Williams

This is a German band. You must say Nummern.

Rest in pieces,
Sweet Effee!

In reply to:

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I'm not a fan of the pixies. I've only heard two songs and the other one I don't like

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I've got to ask what the other song was. Cause, y'know, Pixies are about the best band ever, and though I like "All Over the World," I'd hate to think of anyone considering it their creative peak.

Just for you, Beltene, I'm gonna play some Pixies tonight. Like some River Euphrates and I Bleed and the best song ever, Caribou:

I live cement
I hate this street
Give dirt to me
I bite lament
This human form
Where I was born
I now repent

Caribou
Caribou-hou
Caribouuuuuu

Repent
Re-pe-ent

Give me white
Ground to run
And foregone
Lets me knife
Knife me lets
I will get
What I like

Caribou
Caribou-hou
Caribouuuuuuuu

Repent
Re-pe-ent

And it doesn't even matter that you won't be listening, cause I will be, and Pixies always makes for a good time.

Charlie Manson:Oi, you fucking poof, can't you READ.
Dogz:I can look at pictures.

Mine was a tepid little organic chicken and vegetable broth with fines herbs and mozarella croutons from the monks at the abbey down athe street and up the hill from where I live!! ! It was not too good but it was VERY CHEAP!!! !

I AM DIZZY MISS LIZZY

Oh! I know Tryo, but I'm not too fond of them. Hehe, my song of the day is "C'est comment qu'on freine" by Alain Bashung, another French artist. The lyrics are pretty metaphorical...

Pousse ton genou, j'passe la troisieme
ca fait jamais qu'une borne que tu m'aimes
J'sais pas si je veux t'connaitre plus loin
Arrete de m'dire que je vais pas bien

C'est comment qu'on freine
J'voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

Cascadeur sous Ponce Pilate
J'cherche un circuit pour que j'm'eclate
L'allume-cigare j'peux controler
Les vitesses c'est d'ja plus cale

C'est comment qu'on freine
Je voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

Tous ces cosaques m'rayent le canon
J'nage dans le goulag j'reve d'evasion
Caracteriel j'sais pas dire oui
Dans ma pauvre cervelle carton bouilli

C'est comment qu'on freine
J'voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

J'm'acolyte trop avec moi-meme
J'me colle au pare-brise ca me gene
ca sent l'crame sous les projos
Regarde ou j'en suis j'tringle aux rideaux

C'est comment qu'on freine
J'voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

Bloat--The Melvins

I ain't nothing to the notice
800 miles of Prime
We be plain Jack belt loaded - Ha!

I pause, I holler
Still powder line
Selling bulge egg tourniquette - Ha!

The more you know, the brain
The more it homicide
Belt strip telephone - Ha!

Give me forty six
Give me forty five
Can't place down dance stone - Ha!

i've also hung out with marquis a couple of times. and he might as well be black

Ok, after Tryo, another French weird band, the Wriggles :

Pourquoi
La la la la la, la la la
Pourquoi le saut à l'élastique ?
Pourquoi le Big Bang ?
Pourquoi une bouteille en plastique,
Pour se faire un bang ?
Pourquoi le lait qui bout déborde ?
Pourquoi c'est douloureux, les caries ?
Pourquoi les Allemands prennent le Concorde ?
Et surtout, pourquoi Tiberi ?

La la la la la, la la la
Pourquoi Patrick Fiori ?
Pourquoi Notre-Dame de Paris ?
Pourquoi les phares anti-brouillard ?
Pourquoi Jean-Pierre Gaillard ?
Pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi la corrida ?
Pourquoi le moteur 16 soupapes ?
Pourquoi les fraises tagada ?
Pourquoi le sida ?
Et surtout, pourquoi le pape ?

La la la la la, la la la
Pourquoi l'électrocution ?
Pourquoi la ratatouille ?
Pourquoi pas l'inflation ?
Pourquoi ma voix se barre en couille ?
Pourquoi les seins en silicone ?
Pourquoi, " c'est quoi les couches senior " ?
Pourquoi l'opération pièces jaunes ?
Et surtout, pourquoi George Bush junior ?

La la la la la, la la la

If you want to know me more...and my band !
Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

In reply to:

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[frog:] This is a German band. You must say Nummern.

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I always thought it was a bit snobbish to use the German titles. Since -- or so I believe -- the overwhelming majority of all Kraftwerk records in circulation are the English ones.

In reply to:

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[marquis:] and though I like "All Over the World," I'd hate to think of anyone considering it their creative peak.

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So you'd hate to think of me, then.
No, the Bossanova album was definitely past the Pixies' creative peak, but as a single song, I may very well nominate All over the world as their best (although there is a bunch to choose from, including Caribou). Still, AOTW is an acquired taste and not really your "classical" Pixies.

A Pixies sceptic should be advised to download Debaser and Where is my mind?, two hits that seem to be loved by most people. And then to listen through the whole Doolittle album to really see what it's all about.

In reply to:

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Repent
Re-pe-ent

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Now, this Swedish meatball feels a bit stupid. I have lived through the past eighteen years thinking that the line goes "red hands".

As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. ~ Saul Williams

Please excuse me going off topic for a second, but this..., Is rather clever, well done


London Bye Ta-Ta...

I think I was once shouted down by Eraserhead when I said that "Hang Wire" was the best song on Bossanova. Well, "shouted down" in an Eraserhead way, meaning he wrote 6 or 7 very polite paragraphs about why I might be wrong.

I do think Bossanova is one of those unfortunate albums which gets no respect because of how good its predecessors are, yet its still a kickass album with hardly a misstep.

Charlie Manson:Oi, you fucking poof, can't you READ.
Dogz:I can look at pictures.

The Love Cats (Tricky's mix)

Ah
We move like cagey tigers
Like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
Like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we talk
The way we walk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats


You see, darling...my ass does belong on your face! You just don't know it yet.

Sad But True
By Metallica

Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
they
they betray
I'm your only true friend now
they
they'll betray
I'm forever there

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true

you
you're my mask
you're my cover, my shelter
you
you're my mask
you're the one who's blamed
do
do my work
do my dirty work, scapegoat
do
do my deeds
for you're the one who's shamed

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true

hate
I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
pay
pay the price
pay, for nothing's fair

hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
hey
I'm your life
and I no longer care

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you

sad but true



If you want to know me more...and my band !
Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

Bagatelle - Summer In Dublin

Take me away from the city and lead me to where I can be on my own,
I wanted to see it, and now that I have, I want just to be left alone,
I'll always remember your kind words, and I'll still remember your name,
But I've seen you changing and turning, and I know that things won't be the same.


I remember that Summer in Dublin, and the Liffey as it stank like hell,
And the young people walking on Grafton Street, and everyone looking so well,
I was singing a song I heard somewhere, called "Rock'n'roll never forgets",
When my hummin' was smothered by a 46A and the scream of a low-flying jet.
So I jumped on a bus to Dun Laoire, stoppin' off to pick up my guitar,
And a drunk on the bus told me how to get rich. I was glad we weren't goin' too far.


So I'm leavin' on Wednesday morning tryin' to find a place where I can hear
The tunes of the birds and the sea on the rocks, where open roads always are near,
And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill,
I'll just get on the road and stick out my thumb. I know that you'll be there still.

Slan libh,

Dara

"I don't think there's any place better in the world to be than Ireland when there's a sporting event. I love it, I love the humour of the Irish people, I love that they enjoy life to the full" - Brent Pope

Currently I am a bit into german music. It's one of the short periods in which some german acts exist which are really listenable - though i am afraid, this movement already reached its end and german music will be too embarrassing to be listened to. However, it's by a guy called Bosse the movie production company I worked at made three videos for.


Keine Panik!

Ich stolper über Müllkippen
Kletter durch Betonwälder
Drogentote Selbstmörder
Alles Psychiatriepatienten neben mir
Ich balancier auf Steinmauern

Zuvor umgeben von Reichtümern
Jungmodelle stecken sich die Finger in Hals
Ich glaub die größten Silikonlippen
Und alle eure Liftings sind Gedenkstätten,
dieser Zeit

Eure Angst bringt Überforderung
Seid ruhig frustriert und resigniert
Wer glaubt heut noch an Wunder
Schon eher Fit for Fun Im Saunaland
Lebenslust mit Schönheitszwang
Was ist wirklich wichtig?

Und in der Welt die ich besuche
Stimmt alles auf den ersten Blick
Auf den zweiten bricht alles ein
Doch das styling sitzt perfekt
Und sie sagt:
Diese Welt meine Welt deine Welt
Jetzt und hier
Diese Welt meine Welt eure Welt
Isses nich schön hier

Keine Panik
Das wird schon
Man muß nur einmal kurz durchdrehn
Dann isses nich schön hier bei uns


Come and buy my tanks

I woke up with the only other pixies song I have...I think I'm.....with that thatlittleshithead!

Is She Weird.

I know you’re rich in
Good clothes and little things
Your mind is fancy
(and your car is bitchin’)

Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
And her head has no room

Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I’m lyin’ in it

Is she weird
Is she over me
Like the stars and the sun
Like the stars and the sun
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room!

No more of this girl cryin’
I’m here, your big man
You’re mine

Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room

You see, darling...my ass does belong on your face! You just don't know it yet.

Nancy Boy
Placebo

Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful ass.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple, when our bodies double.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.



If you want to know me more...and my band !
Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

Nancy Boy
Placebo

Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful ass.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple, when our bodies double.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.



If you want to know me more...and my band !
Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

Would have to be that funny one from Lemon Demon, "Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny."

Old Godzilla was hopping around
Tokyo City like a big playground
when suddenly Batman burst from the shade
and hit Godzilla with a Batgrenade
Godzilla got pissed and began to attack
but didn't expect to be blocked by Shaq
who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq Fu
when Aaron Carter came out of the blue

and he started beating up Shaquille O'Neal
then they both got flattened by the Batmobile
but before it could make it back to the Batcave
Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave
and took an AK47 out from under his hat
and blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat
but he ran out of bullets and he ran away
because Optimus Prime came to save the day

this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny

Godzilla took a bite out of Optimus Prime
like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime
and then Shaq came back covered in a tire track
but Jackie Chan jumped out and landed on his back
and Batman was injured, and trying to get steady
when Abraham Lincoln came back with a machete
but suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped
Indiana Jones took him out with his whip

then he saw Godzilla sneaking up from behind
and he reached for his gun which he just couldn't find
'cause Batman stole it and he shot and he missed
and Jackie Chan deflected it with his fist
then he jumped in the air and did a summersault
while Abraham Lincoln tried to pole vault
onto Optimus Prime, but they collided in the air
then they both got hit by a Care Bear Stare, oooh

this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown...

angels sang out in immaculate chorus
down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris
who deliver a kick which could shatter bones
into the crotch of Indiana Jones
who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain
as Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne
but Chuck saw through his clever disguise
and he crushed Batman's head in between his thighs

then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White and
"Monty Python and the Holy Grail"'s Black Knight and
Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie
Robocop, the Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader
Lo Pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger
Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan,
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan
all came out of no where lightning fast
and they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass
it was the bloodiest battle the world ever saw
with civilians looking on total awe

and the fight raged on for a century
many lives were claimed, but eventually
the champion stood, the rest saw their better:
Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater

this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
of Ultimate Destiny

And to the person who was on about subliminal messages:

http://dragonkeypress.com/blog/?page_id=615

or

http://jeffmilner.com/backmasking.htm

So... What Am Doing Here?

You just reminded me of something I meant to do long ago.

I Want To Be A Machine by Ultravox

I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell

In mitternacht, die mensch-maschine
Kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire-ladies
Glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea

Chorus:

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue
In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked at boulevards again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends
I hope your innocence has depraved me

(Chorus)

Broadcast me, scrambled clean
Or free me from this flesh
Let the armchair cannibals take their fill
In every cell across wilderness
We'll trip such a strangled tango
We'll waltz a wonderland affair
Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow
Leave all emotion dying there
In the star cold beyond all of your dreams

(Chorus)

Ah!


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Claude

This has been my song of the day ... all winter long.

California by local band Sarah Benck and the Robbers:

California is shining its warm sun
To Omaha on my telephone
We talked for so long the battery burned my ear

The toaster is burning my bread
Guess I'll have to cook breakfast over again
But it was worth it in the end

I miss you
I wish that I was there with you
I wish the snow would stop closing me in

It's quiet
Too damn quiet
My apartment is starting to feel
Homeless
Cold red noses

Omaha, it seems so far from me now
Seems so far from home
Singing for strangers
Rattling glasses
Flick their ashes
Throwing down rounds
Making passes
I'd pass on any round
Just to have you here right now

Shine California
Shine down through the storm
Shine on my face
Melt the cold away


I can't be late I got a date

Hell Is Round The Corner - Martina & Tricky

Tricky :
I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in stüssy.
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, we’re living on a skelter
If you believe but deceive common sense says you shouldn't receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.

Tricky and Martina:
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference
No need to answer ’till...

Tricky:
I take further evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get residence
A reference to your preference to say,
I’m a good neighbour, I trudge,
So judge me for my labour,
Lobotomy ensures my good behavior
The constant struggle ensures my insanity.
Passing the indifference ensures the struggle for my family
We’re hungry, beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers.
We take our fill, take our fill, take a feel.

I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in stüssy.
Confused by different memories,
Details of asian remedies
Conversations, of what’s become of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen he’s a calm type.
As I grow
And as I grow, I grow collective.
Before the move sit on the perspective.
Mr. quail’s in the crevice
And watches from the precipice.
Imperial passage.
Heat from the sun someday slowly passes,
Until then, you have to live with yourself
Until then, you have to live with yourself
I stand firm for a soil
Lick a rock off foil
So reducee me, seduce me,
Dress me up in stüssy.

Martina :
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, we’re living a skelter
If you believe I’ll deceive, common sense says you are the thief
Let me take you down the corridors...

Tricky :
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like,
Beware of our appetite.

Gyz glava zatriva.

So what do you do when you wake up with Ricky Martin's "She bangs" playing in your head nonstop and you simply can't get rid of it??

As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. ~ Saul Williams

lots of drugs and/or booze?

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...So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed. Look out, I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed...

The reason why it is stuck in your head is because you subconsciously love it.

I have Barcelona stuck since yesterday night. This morning I literally woke up with:"Barcelona, it was the first time that we met. Barcelona, how can I forget? The moment that you stepped into the room you took my breath away..." and then in the shower "let the songs begin, let the music play, let the voices sing, start the celebration and cry, come alive! And shake the foundations from the skies. Ah, ah, shaking all our lives! Barcelona! Such a beautiful horizon lala lala laaa"

Gyz glava zatriva.

A Song From Under The Floorboards by Magazine

I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
my irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
but the promiscuity inside of me
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
images of all that could be desired
then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
and then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

"This is Arthur, I had sex with him last night."
Marc

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more


If I want to think about having sex with 87 peacocks I can and it's not a crime,
but in reality they mightn't be up for it, you know?

Through The Darkness - Tiger Army

Under dark waters the light glows
In the eyes of cats at night it shows
All pain and sorrow left behind
And through the darkness my love shines

A thousand miles we are apart
So tightly wrapped in thorns my heart
My song is heard in owls' cries
And through the darkness my love shines

It lights the green fog on the hill
It burns in shooting stars as wishes are fulfilled
Glowing as bright as fireflies
Yes, through the darkness my love shines

In the flames of candles in your room
In the smallest sliver of a waning winter moon
Electric like a neon sign
Yes, through the darkness my love shines

Burning like pagan fires of long ago
Luminescent my heart shines for you -
So don't let go

And in the darkest hour of night
Moments before sleep comes and dreams come into sight
Just know that you are on my mind
And through the darkness my love shines

Through the darkness, my love...
And through the darkness...
And through the darkness my love shines



Gyz glava zatriva.

In reply to:

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Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

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Amen, brother!

Meat Loaf continues his attacks, seeming to enjoy his brush with fame.

Schlag Mich/Beat Me - Stahlhammer

Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich
Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich doch
Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich
Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich doch

Mit der peitsche, mit der riemen
komm und schlag mir tiefe strienen
Mit der peitsche, mit der riemen
Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich doch

Stich in die wunden meiner seele
Scließ die augen und genieß es doch
Tief in die wunde meiner seele
Scließ die augen und genieß es doch

Schlag auf schlag
Tief in meine wunden
Schlag mich, schlag mich
Schlag mich, denn es solllte liebe sein

Mit der geißel, mit dem leder
Mit der rute, mit dem eichenstock
Mit der geißel, mit dem leder
Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich doch

Mit der peitsche, mit der riemen
komm und schlag mir tiefe strienen
Mit der peitsche, mit der riemen
Bitte, bitte, bitte schlag mich doch

Please, please, please beat me
Please, please, please, just beat me
Please, please, please beat me
Please, please, please, just beat me

With the whip, with the belt
Come and beat deep welts on me
With the whip, with the belt
Please, please, please beat me yet

Stab into the wounds of my soul
Close the eyes and just enjoy it
Deep into the wounds of my soul
Close the eyes and just enjoy it

Beat for beat
Deep into my wounds
Beat me, beat me
Beat me, because it had to be love

With the scourge, with the leather
with the rod, with the oak wood stick
With the scourge, with the leather
Please, please, please beat me yet

With the whip, with the belt
Come and beat deep welts on me
With the whip, with the belt
Please, please, please, just beat me

The difference between pleasure and pain is perception

I was never a Take That fan until I saw the video for How Deep Is Your Love. All of a sudden the four of them looked so cute that I started buying posters and CDs secretely. I wll never forget the look on my friend's face when he saw a picture of Gary in my purse.

How Deep Is Your Love

I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again

And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love
Then you softly leave
And it’s me you need to show

How deep is your love?
How deep is your love?
I really meant to learn
Cos we’re living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they
All should let us be.

I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You’re the light in my deepest, darkest hour
My savior when I fall

And you may not think I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do

How deep is your love?
How deep is your love?
I really meant to learn
Cos we’re living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they
All should let us be.

Gyz glava zatriva.

Leave Me Alone (Lou Reed)

Everybody's gonna try to tell you what to do, uhh-haa
And never, never, never, never, let it be said that it's true
oh-oh, hey, give it to my baby

Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone

They're the kind of people that'll always let you down
I know you, too, you don't ever give it a frown
oh, do it, do it, now, do it, do it

Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
get down, baby
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
oh, come now, leave me alone, mam, okay, baby

Oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha

Don't you know some people, they just don't know when to stop
give it to me, now
They can't tell the floor from the ceiling or the top
And there're other types, they always make you wait
And they're always the first to say, the state you come from

Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone, oh
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
leave me alone

Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha




----------------------
Claude

In reply to:

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I was never a Take That fan until I saw the video for How Deep Is Your Love.

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Great video, starring my kind of woman. I always like to imagine she'd have spared me at the last minute on the cliff top and brought me back to her basement for more depraved degradation.

My song of the day is Paddy Casey's "Saints And Sinners":

Anyone can loose it all
Anyone can loose it all
If you don't heed your warnings call
Anyone can loose it all

Anyone can make a mess
Anyone can make a mess
Just take so much and make it less
Anyone can make a mess

When you got time and streets making saints & sinners
Ink on sheets makin' losers and winners
Well it's not what your dreams should be

Anyone can be a saint
Well anyone can be a saint
Well you just forget that you ain't
Well we can go and be a saint

Anyone can be a star
Well anyone can be a star
We'll just get in your car
And we can go and be a star

When you got time and streets making saints & sinners
Ink on sheets makin' losers and winners
Well it's not what your dreams should be

You know I wish we had more time
You know I wish we had more time
You know I think it was a crime
The things we waste trying to not waste our time

When you got time and streets making ends for beginners
Shuffling feets on these losers and winners
Well it's not what your dreams should be

Slan libh,

Dara


"Oisin, it's time to go the bed. We're all going"
"I'm not tired. I'm impressive!"

Bad old Man

He had a bad old man who beat him
put a hammer to his knees just to please him.
Now hes 35 and half alive.
He's an open mouth in a beehive.
He's gonna smile and be happy,
let everyone know that hes happy.
Put his smiling face on a billboard,
kiss from your car, he's happy,
He's not happy.
With his swollen lips round his early teens,
in his dress he can't believe its in his genes.
Some days he's half man and then he's half god,
but on his blue days he wouldn't touch his greens.
He's gonna make you smile and be happy,
make everyone know that hes happy.

Put his smiling face on the TV.
Kiss him from your chair make him happy.
He drowned his stepson in the duck pond,
let the wife-beater out to make a pop song,
put razor blades in the ice-cream,
shot a paedophile in a wet dream.

He's got a young man who feeds him,
whispers sweet nothings just to please him,
he makes him cool for the TV,
makes half the man he is a celebrity.
With his swollen lips around his early teens
in his dress he cant believe its in his genes
He's half a man and half a god,
One half bitch one half dog.

He drowned his stepson in the duck pond,
let the wife-beater out to make a pop song,
put razor blades in the ice-cream,
made nobody famous on the big screen.
Put the whole wide world on remote control,
he put a five times rapist on his tv show,
on every single channel in every single home,
you can even hear his voice on the telephone.


And Low? Heavily influenced by Neil Diamond's work in the late 60s - P2C.

FIFA WORLD CUP 2006

Gwen Stefani's "Cool".

It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life
Passes things, get more comfortable
Everything is going right

And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain

Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown, oh
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

Yeah, I know we're cool

And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles
And now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

C-cool, I know we're cool
I know we're cool

Slan libh,

Dara

"Oisin, it's time to go the bed. We're all going"
"I'm not tired. I'm impressive!"

Morrissey

I Will See You In Far Off Places Lyrics



Nobody knows what human life is.
Why we come, why we go.
So why then do I know
I will see you,
I will see you in far off places?

The heart knows why I grieve
And yes one day I will close my eyes forever
But I will see you
I will see you in far off places.

It's so easy for us to sit together
But it's so hard for our hearts to combine
And why?
And why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?

Destiny for some is to save lives
But destiny for some is to end lives
But there is no end
And I will see you in far off places.

If your god bestows protection upon you
And if the USA doesn't bomb you
I believe I will see you somewhere safe
Looking to the camera, messing around
and pulling faces.


London Bye Ta-Ta...

Helpless by Faith No More

The air is warm
I hear the wind in the trees
I know I'm there but I'll never be
The wind is soft tonight, the tide is low
And I know the way
- I never felt better now -
Sometimes life, it moves too slow
Slows to a crawl, and all the poetry is lost
And without speed, hope becomes certainty
And for once I'm certain
- I never felt better now -
A garden is it's own perfect world
Where everything has a place
Every leaf, every stone, every speck of dirt
But where's my place?
- I never felt better now -
I even tried to get arrested today
But everyone looked the other way
I count the hours, and I count the days
And for once I'm certain
- I never felt better now -
Don't want your help
Don't need your help
Don't want your help
Don't need your help
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
(Helpless) You found a way to make me say: "help me please someone"
(Helpless) You found a way to make me say: "help me please someone"
The waters clean, I see that is full of dimes
For every wish I wonder why
Why all I want is something beautiful
A place to rest
- I never felt better now -
- I never felt better now -
Don't want your help
Don't need your help
Don't want your help
Don't need your help
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
(Helpless) You found a way to make me say: "help me please someone"
(Helpless) You found a way to make me say: "help me please someone"
HELP! [12 times]

How do you get 2 tuba players to play in tune?
Shoot one.

Seeing those lyrics written down made me smile hugely, Beltene, so thanks...

Destroy Everything You Touch - Ladytron

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you

You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you

You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

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It loses something without the synth, I feel.

I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of and what I am proud of is disgusting - Moe Syzlak

by Zappa

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And we
Have be
So intimately
Entwined
And it sure was fine

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And so you see
We
Have be so together
I thought that we would never
Return from forever
Return from forever
Return from forever...

You
Have been in me
And understandably
I have been in ’n’ outa you
An’ everywhere
You want me to
Yes, you know it’s true

And while
I was inside
I mighta been
Undignified
And that is maybe
Why you cried
I don’t know
Maybe so,
But what’s the difference now?

I have been in you, baby
You have been in me
Aw’ little girl, there ain’t no time
To wash yer stinky hand
Go ’head ’n’ roll over
I’m goin’ in you again
In you again
In you again
In you again...

I’m goin’ in you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!

I’m going in you again, baby
’n’ can go in me too,
That’s true
I’m goin’ in you again, baby
’n’ later when we get through
I’m goin’ in you again - ahh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh


Obscurity is the Artist's Refuge

"On The Streets I Ran Lyrics" > Morrissey.


Ooh, a working-class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches
Forgive me, on the street's I ran
Turned sickness into, popular song

Streets of wet black holes
On roads you can never know
You never have them
But, they alway's have you
'Till the day that you croak
(it's no joke)

Ooh, a working-class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches
Forgive me, on the street's I ran
Turned sickness into unpopular song

And all these street's can do
Is claim to know the real you
And warn if you don't leave
You will kill or be killed
Which isn't very nice
Here everybody's friendly
But nobody's friends
Oh, dear God when will I
Be where I should be?

And when the Palmist said:
"One Thursday you will be dead"
I said "No, not me, this cannot be,
Dear God, take him, take them, take anyone
The stillborn,
The newborn
The infirmed,
Take anyone
Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Just spare me!"















.



London Bye Ta-Ta...

I Am The Fly

FIFA WORLD CUP 2006

De-Phazz Mambo Craze

- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears?
- My heart is strained with bloodness
Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready,
dance with me, George!
Check the scene outside of Medellin.
Make a fuss in Caracas
Mixed guys and dark men at the bars
Mambo's slow Guantanamo
Was so glad escape in Trinidad
Outside down in Kingston town
Stole a car in the streets of Panama
Went too far in Bogota

Space cake brake at the Titicaca lake
Got some more in Ecuador
Out for a dance in a dive in Puerto Prince
Went too far in Bogota

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it's time, for that certain holiday

A little weak, a little pale today

A little weak, a little pale today

"Rip 'em up"

Space cake brake on the Titicaca lake
Got some more in Ecuador
Stole a car in the streets of Panama
Went too far in Bogota

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it's time, for that certain holiday

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it's time, for that certain holiday

A little weak, a little pale today
Looks like it's time...

My ass belongs on your face.

In The Orchard, Tiger Army

Under evenig stars we walk
The smell of cool, damp earth beneath my feet
On a summer night, In the Orchard

My car is parked down, side of the road
Over the mountains, a red moon glows
Soon the summer will be over, In the Orchard

Ive been to this place so many times
Down roads and rows of dreams in my mind
Im walking through the trees, In the Orchard

Still I see it, when I close my eyes
When sleeps about to come after a restless night
I go there in my dreams, back to the Orchard

The seasons of my life, I watch them pass
The blossoms of spring fall, leaving only winters naked branch
I remember you and me, In the Orchard

As the days of youth slip farther from my grasp
Still it haunts me, like a song I cant forget
And now frost covers the ground, In the Orchard

And when the spark of life is almost gone
The seasons slow then stop, and Ill see spring no more
It calls me into forever, In the Orchard

The seasons of my life, I watch them pass
The blossoms of spring fall, leaving only winters naked branch
into forever In the Orchard

My ass belongs on your face.

Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy, their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
I’m cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me

The sound of waves in a pool of water
I’m drowning in my nostalgia


Nostalgia - David Sylvian

Oops!

NEVER GET OLD
(David Bowie)

(Better take care)
I think I'd better go,
I'd better get a room,
better take care of me
(Again, and again)
I think about this,
and I think about personal history
(Better take care)
I breathe so deep
when the movie gets real
when the star turns 'round
(Again, and again)
He looks me in the eye,
and he says
he's got his mind on a count down
(3,2,1 Forever)
I'm screaming
that I'm gonna be living on
till the end of time
(Forever)

The sky splits open to a dull, red skull
And my head hangs low
'cause it's all over now

there's never gonna be enough money
there's never gonna be enough drugs
I'm never, ever gonna get old

There's never gonna be enough bullets
There's never gonna be enough sex
And I'm never, ever gonna get old
So I'm never, ever gonna get high
And I'm never, ever gonna get low
And I'm never, ever gonna get old

(Better take care)
The moon flows on
to the edges of the world
because of you

(Again, and again)
And I'm awake in an age of light
and living it because of you
(Better take care)
I'm looking at the future,
solid as a rock,because of you
(Again and again)
Wanna be a here,
Then I wanna be there,
Living just like you,
living just like me
(Forever)
Putting on my gloves
and I bury my bones in the marshland
(Forever)
Think about my soul
but I don't need a thing
Just the ring of the bell
in the pure, clean air
Now I'm running down the street of life

And I'm never gonna let you die
And I'm never, ever gonna get old
And I'm never, ever gonna get
I'm never, ever gonna get
And I'm never, ever gonna get old
And I'm never, ever gonna get
And I'm never, ever gonna get
Never, ever gonna get old


----------------------
Claude

Polly Jean Harvey :
I'm so fucking, fucking, fucking, hot!

Vincent :
I know you are, babe.

Polly Jean Harvey :
No, it's quite hot in here.

Vincent :
Are you stupid?
It's the nature of my glass house.
Oh fabulous, here's Matthew + Bjork.

Bjork :
Hello.

Matthew :
Vincent, Polly - Good to see you.

Bjork :
I'm so excited!
I've never been on such an artistic and exclusive double date before.
The erotic re-awakening that
Matthew has brought about in me
has opened a lot of plebeian activities that I've not experienced before now.
I'm loving it, to do these things that aren't necessarily elfin

Vincent :
Yea, Bjork, whatever.
I just wanna know when you two down, who's wearing the clovenhoof strap-on?

Polly Jean Harvey :
Vincent! How rude!
Could I weigh any less?
I'm really quite shy of my weight,
but I like to take on characters for performing with the use of make-up.
Eye make-up and lipstick and some more lipstick -- it's really quite transformative
And when I've thrown up everything I've just eaten then I feel--

Bjork :
Oh to throw up -- It means what?
Also, everybody, what is the definition of disingenuous?
I want to know so many things
I've got a lot of many for designer clothes
I can just trudge through the desert getting my [ comp de garçon? ] skirt all dirty and dusty
It don't matter
If hopping into a live volcano feels right, I say do it.

Matthew :
I say, cappuccinos are fine with me on the downtime, but what do you kids say to a picnic?
I've got the basket and the bent waiting
We could play some touch football, what do you say?

Vincent :
Hey, yea, Matthew, we're both hot former football players
I know Bjork can fight like a motherfucker, but Polly would snap like a twig at the smallest tackle
let's put her on a hook and do some minnow fishing
Polly?
Oh look, she's banging her head against the wall and Bjork's recording it

Bjork :
The rhythm! It moves my insides like sunshine jelly!

Matthew :
Isn't she a darling thing?

Vincent :
When she says 'jelly' it makes me think of someone's ass, and then I think--

Matthew :
How dare you, sir! That's my childwoman you're speaking of!

Vincent :
Matthew, I didn't say Bjork
I'm just thinking of any ass
Not even necessarily a woman, it could be my own ass
Like my ass is--

Polly Jean Harvey :
Vincent you are an ass!
You are an ass!

Matthew :
What about my ass?
It's hard from sports

This repulsive celebrity double date has been brought to you by the Church of Latter Day Saints

Rasputina -
"PJ + Vincent & Matthew + Bjork"
Cabin Fever (2002)

Anyone gotta mp3 to share?




DR9

"When I go deaf" by Low

When I go deaf
I won't even mind
I'll be all right
I'll be just fine

I'll stay out all night
Looking at the sky
I'll still have my sight
Yeah, I'll still have my eyes

And, we will make love
We won't have to fight
We won't have to speak
And we won't have to lie

And, I'll stop writing songs
Stop scratching out lines
I won't have to think
And, it won't have to rhyme

When I go deaf
When I go deaf
When I go deaf
When I go deaf

You're the smoke in our lights, as we sped away
To catch the moonlight on the graves

No lyrics, instrumental:
Providence by Godspeed You Black Emperor!

ps. yes that's the name of the band.

I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You (Colin Hay)

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say

I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years

But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you


I can't be late I got a date

John Cale - Dirty Ass Rock 'n' Roll

Well its too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover sigmund freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover sigmund freud

Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
Make a mans heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom
Like a gentle drum
And knowing you it aint ever done

So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on

Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry
When she dont get just whatever she wants
But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on,
Thats my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me on

Dirty ass rocknroll
Dirty ass rocknroll
Dirty ass rocknroll
Dirty ass rocknroll

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing and the bees dont sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves
Yeah tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me
Tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me

Dirty ass rocknroll
Dirty ass rocknroll
Dirty ass rocknroll
Dirty ass rocknroll


Your wetness
Dave's firmness

Low - Walk Into the Sea

I can walk into the sea
And I can choke away the memories

Do I have to stay alive
Just to keep our dresses white?

You've come to me in dreams
With all the other pretty things
You tell me about a savior
And how his soul goes on forever

And time is just a hunger
It leads itself to nothing
When it finally takes us over
I hope we float away together

Yeah, time's the great destroyer
Leaves every child a bastard
But when it finally takes us over
I hope we float away together

Many girls want to be carnal with me... because I am such a premium dancer!

Hey, kids! Do you what time it is? It's time for a...

PAINFUL POST-BREAKUP SONG!!! WEEEEEEE!!!

This Love by Pantera

If ever words were spoken
Painful and untrue
I said I loved but I lied
In my life
All I wanted
Was the keeping
Of someone like you
As it turns out
Deeper within me
Love was twisted and pointed at you

Never ending pain, quickly ending life --

(chorus) you keep this love, thing, child, toy
You keep this love, fist, scar, break
You keep this love

I'd been the tempting one
Stole her from herself
This gift in pain
Her pain was life
And sometimes I feel so sorry
I regret this the hurting of you
But you make me so unhappy
I'd take my life and leave love with you

I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself --

(chorus)

No more head trips

How do you get 2 tuba players to play in tune?
Shoot one.

Metallica For Whom the Bell Tolls

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by whos to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

[chorus:]
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

[chorus]

If you want to know me more...and my band !
That's my web site

Awesome Newcomerband from Germany - currently touring in Bulgaria!

Was In Der Zeitung Steht (D.o.c.h.!)

Hab heute Morgen in der Zeitung gelesen,
dass die Welt bald untergeht,
und die Zeitung war der Meinung gewesen,
dass kein Mensch das überlebt,
doch ich bin einfach nicht bereit zu sterben,
stecke mitten in der Pubertät,
deswegen versuch' ich weiter
mein Leben zu überleben von früh bis spät

(aaaahhhhh) aber es ist mir egal...
yeah yeah
(aahhhhhhh) und es ist mir egal...
WAS IN DER ZEITUNG STEHT!

(aaaahhhhh) aber es ist mir egal...
yeah yeah
(aahhhhhhh) und es ist mir egal...
WAS IN DER ZEITUNG STEHT!

liest das denn keiner außer mir
liest das denn keiner außer mir
liest das denn keiner außer mir
ich weiß ich scheiß in dein Papier!

Hab heute Morgen in der zeitung gelesen,
dass die Welt bald untergeht,
und die Zeitung war der Meinung gewesen,
dass kein Mensch das überlebt,
doch ich bin einfach nicht bereit zu sterben,
stecke mitten in der Pubertät,
deswegen versuch' ich weiter
mein Leben zu überleben von früh bis spät

(aaaahhhhh) aber es ist mir egal...
yeah yeah
(aahhhhhhh) und es ist mir egal...
WAS IN DER ZEITUNG STEHT


Come and buy my tanks

Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!

The saints are crippled
On this sinners' night
Lost are the lambs with no guiding light

The walls come down like thunder
The rocks about to roll
It's The Arockalypse
Now bare your soul

All we need is lightning
With power and might
Striking down the prophets of false
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe

Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high

The true believers
Thou shall be saved
Brothers and sisters keep strong in the faith
On the day of Rockoning
It's who dares, wins
You will see the jokers soon'll be the new kings

All we need is lightning
With power and might
Striking down the prophets of false
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe

Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high

Wings on my back
I got horns on my head
My fangs are sharp
And my eyes are red
Not quite an angel
The one that fell
Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell

Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!

Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high

Hard Rock Hallelujah!


Laa.

Losing My Religion

Oh
Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this, consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, lie, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
Dream.

"You know that they refused Jesus too"
"You're not him"

Protection(The Eno Mix) - Massive Attack

This girl I know needs some shelter
She don't believe anyone can help her
She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage
But you don't want to get involved
You tell her she can manage
And you can't change the way she feels
But you could put your arms around her

I know you want to live yourself
But could you forgive yourself
If you left her just the way
You found her

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

You're a boy and i'm a girl
But you know you can lean on me
And I don't have no fear
I'll take on any man here
Who says that's not the way it should be

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

She's a girl and you're a boy
Sometimes you look so small, look so small
You've got a baby of your own
When your baby's gone, she'll be the one
To catch you when you fall

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

You're a girl and i'm a boy [x4]

Sometimes you look so small, need some shelter
Just runnin' round and round, helter skelter
And I've leaned on me for years
Now you can lean on me
And that's more than love, that's the way it should be
Now I can't change the way you feel
But I can put my arms around you
That's just part of the deal
That's the way I feel
I'll put my arms around you

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection

You're a boy and i'm a girl [x4]

My ass belongs on your face.

In excess - Never Tear Us Apart

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart



I

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart



We could live

For a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears



I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why



I

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never ever tear us apart





My ass belongs on your face.

Legalize Murder by GG Allin

So many people I want to kill
Maybe I won't, maybe I will
Put the gun up to your head
Blow you away

Fucking pigs, legalize
Fucking pigs, legalize
Fucking pigs, legalize
Legalize, legalize murder

I heard you say I'm that crazy man
Son of a bitch with a gun in his hand
You're gonna know who I am today
I'm your enemy

It's all out war on my war path
A lethal kill, a savage blood bath
Stick a dagger deep in your chest
As life fades away

In a pool of blood, where you belong
In a dead dead heap, on the cold cold ground
Watch you squirm, watch you murmur
Fucking pigs, legalize murder

Fucking pigs, legalize
Fucking pigs, legalize
Fucking pigs, legalize
Legalize, legalize murder

So many people I want to kill
Maybe I won't, maybe I will
Put the gun up to your head
And blow you away

I heard you say I'm that crazy man
Son of a bitch with a gun in his hand
You're gonna know who I am today
I'm your enemy... enemy!

It's all out war on my war path
A lethal kill, a savage blood bath
Stick a dagger deep in your chest
As life fades away

In a pool of blood, where you belong
In a heap on the cold cold ground
Watch you squirm, watch you murmur
Fucking pigs, legalize murder

Your wetness
Dave's firmness

In My Time of Dying Led Zeppelin
-------------------
In my time of dying, want nobody to moan
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gotta make up, sure 'nuff
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make it, my dyin' bed

Meet me, Jesus, meet me
Oooh, meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord
please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Oh-whoa, well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Somebody, somebody, oh, oh
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make it, my dyin' bed

Oh, St. Peter at the gates of Heaven, won't you let me in
I never did no wrong, I never did no wrong
Uh, oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn, let me blow your horn
Oh, never did no harm, did no harm
I've only made the young ones
I never thought I'd no anybody no wrong, no, no one, sir
Aww, good, good

Oh, I did s-somebody some good
Somebody some good, yes, oh
Oh, did somebody some good, yeah
I musta did somebody some good, yeah
Oh, I believe I did
I see the smilin' faces
I know I must convince their traces, oh
Ah

And I see them in the streets
and I see them in the field, yeah
and I hear them at my feet
and I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
Ooh, you can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun

Oh, hear the angels marching, they're marching
Hear them marching, hear them marching, they're marching

Oh, my Jesus, oh, my Jesus, oh, my Jesus, oh, my Jesus
Oh, my Jesus, oh, my Jesus, oh, my Jesus, oh, my Jesus
Oh, my Jesus, oh my Je-ah-oh
Now my Je, hey, yeah, it's gotta be my Jesus, whoa-whoa
It's gotta be, it's gotta be my Jesus
It's gotta be, oh
It's gotta be my Jesus
Oh, a-take me home
Come on, come on, I can hear the angels singing
Oh, here they come, here they come, here they come
'Bye-'bye, 'bye-'bye, 'bye-'bye, 'bye-'bye, 'bye-'bye
Oh, it feels pretty good up here, pretty good up here
I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus
I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh, oww yeah, ooh, it's real good
Come on, take it, take it, take it, take, take
Go, go, go, take, take, take, go, take, ooh yes, c'mon, uh
Oh, yeah
Oh, don'tcha make it, my dyin', dyin' dyin'

Cough.

That's gonna be the one, Andy.
Come and have a listen, then.
Oh, yes, thank you.

[postscript] I never the lyrics to this were so comical.I'll touch Jesus. Hmm.

"You know that they refused Jesus too"
"You're not him"

LUBBOCK OR LEAVE IT

Dust bowl, Bible belt
Got more churches than trees
Raise me, praise me, couldn’t save me
Couldn’t keep me on my knees
Oh boy
Rave on down loop 289
That’ll be the day you see me back
In this fool’s paradise

Temptation’s strong
(Salvation’s gone)
I’m on my way
To hell’s half acre
How will I ever
How will I ever
Get to heaven now

Throwin’ stones from the top of your rock
Thinkin’ no one can see
The secrets you hide behind
Your southern hospitality
On the strip the kids get lit
So they can have a real good time
Come Sunday they can just take their pick
From the crucifix skyline

Temptation’s strong
(Salvation’s gone)
I’m on my way
To hell’s half acre
How will I ever
How will I ever
Get to heaven now
Get to heaven now

International airport
A quarter after nine
Paris Texas, Athens Georgia’s
Not what I had in mind
As I’m getting out I laugh to myself
‘Cause this is the only place
Where as you’re getting’ on the plane
You see Buddy Holly’s face

I hear they hate me now
Just like they hated you
Maybe when I’m dead and gone
I’m gonna get a statue too

Temptation’s strong
(Salvation’s gone)
I’m on my way
To hell’s half acre
How will I ever
How will I ever
Get to heaven now
Get to heaven now
How will I ever

Get to heaven now

Words & Music by Emily Robison, Martie Maguire & Natalie Maines


Censorship in America.

His'n'Hers by Pulp, very saucy indeed

Sleevenotes: His 'n' Hers is one man's fear of domestic interiors set to music. What are you waiting for? (And remember - shove it in sideways).

I've got the time
And you've got the space
I wanna wipe you down
And lick the smile off your face
The smile off your face
Though we know that it's wrong
Towel sets
Matching combs
Oh, it looks so good, but does it turn you on?

Oh, I want you now
And I need you here
Lie down by the fire
And if the neighbours hear
The neighbours hear
'Cos they don't understand
What you've got
In your hand
Oh, it looks so good, but does it turn you on?
Oh... yeah!

Are we going to do it again...
...sideways?
I was stood in the queue when you came
Delivered me from his 'n' hers
Yeah, pull the units down
Deliver me from his 'n' hers
And when I saw his face
Oh it made me feel better, oh

Oh, gone too far
You gave up hope
And the future's bleak
it's just a soap on a rope
a soap on a rope
Put the rope around his neck
Pull it tight
He's erect
And it looks so good but does it turn you on?
Oh... yeah!

Are we going to do it again?
Shove it in sideways
I was stood in the queue when you came
Delivered me from his 'n' hers
Yeah, pull the units down
Deliver me from his 'n' hers
And when I saw his face
Oh it made me feel better, oh
Oh oh oh oh

So we laid in bed afterwards
And she asked me: what made me frightened?
And I said: "I'm frightened of Belgian chocolates... I'm frightened of... pot pourri, I'm frightened of... James Dean posters... I'm frightened of twenty-six inch screens, I'm frightened of... of remote control, I'm frightened of endowment plans, I'm... I'm frightened of figurines, oh... I'm frightened of evenings... in the Brincliffe Oaks... searching for a... conversation... ohhh..."
"Oh you're stupid," she said.
And then she took my hand.
She took my hand and she said:
"I want... I want you... I want you to... I want you to touch... I want you to... touch me... I want you to touch me... oh!"

Are we going to do it again?
Shove it in sideways
I was stood in the queue, then you came
Delivered me from his 'n' hers
You pulled the units down
Delivered me from his 'n' hers
And when I saw his face
It made me feel better.

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.

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).

"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

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

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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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

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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Cool song, Strawie.

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy

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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Thanks.

I'm giving you highlights of the eighties here..

>>>

John Wayne Gacy Jr. by Sufjan Stevens

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid


Liest das denn keiner außer mir?

In reply to:

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I'm giving you highlights of the eighties here..

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I've been really enjoying Dare! recently, especially Seconds. No band is complete without a member whose input is "slides" and occasional lyrics.


Temperature's rising, but any idiot would know that...

One, two, three and to the fo
Snoop doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the do
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[cuase you know we bout had to rip shit up]

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and long beach together, now you know you in trouble

Aint nothin but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out gs so were craaaaazay!
Death row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please dont try to fade this [hell yeah]

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so Im a let em understand
From a young gs perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin her man,
And learnin her man, and at the same time burnin her man
Now you know I aint wit that shit, lieutenant
Aint no pussy good enough to get burnt while Im up in it
Now thats realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you hookas and hos know how I feel
Well if its good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
Ill take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Its like that and like this and like that and uh
Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

Well Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin
Now its time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but dont choke
If ya do, ya have no clue
O what me and my homey snoop dogg came to do

Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Its like that and like this and like that and uh
Its like this, and we aint got no love for those
So jus chill, til the next episode

Fallin back on that ass with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch o collard greens
Its the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p
D o double g y d o double g ya see
Showin much flex when its time to wreck a mic
Pimpin hos and clockin a grip like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it dont quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin g shit

So dre. [what up dogg? ]
We gotta give em what dey want [whats that, g? ]
We gotta break em off somethin [hell yeah]
And its gotta be bumpin [city of compton!]

Its where it takes place so Im a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but I aint lynchin
Droppin the funky shit thats makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When Im on the mic, its like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your assll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then Im slippin
But if I got my nina, then you know Im straight trippin
And Im a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta put the smack down
Yeah, and ya dont stop
I told you Im just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But Im never off, always on, til the break dawn
C o m p t o n, and the city they call long beach
Puttin the strength together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and uh
Its like that and like this and like that and uh
Its like this, and we aint got no love for those
So jus chill, til the next episode

Culture, alienation, boredom and despair

Ninja & the fish
(Tiger Tunes - Absolutely Worthless Compared To Important Books)

You've got a second to move out
Said ninja to the fish
You promised all too many things
Things you didn't do
You never installed Flash MX
I needed that for school
And now I'm falling way behind
Behind because of you
I'm falling

I'll take the chairs you keep the tube
'cause television sucks
It makes you dumber by the minute
"but that's all right with you"
Don't make me death punch your nose bone
Said ninja to the fish
And now the fish has left the building
Fish needs to be alone
Fish?

Hey, Baby. Just cannot live without the fish
Baby... Don't go kung-fu all over this

Try to think a little about the fish you fell in love with
Remember what they taught you at the ninja school
I know you'll never find a better little fish to go out with
Where's all the kissing and hugging and sweet sweet loving?

Complain about that stupid band
But I don't really care
I think you're all a bunch of dreamers
"You're so goddamn superlight"
I think you're songs are all the same
Your beat riffs gives me headaches
Said ninja to the walls
But the walls don't give a damn
Walls? A damn?

Kiss fish hu-hu-ha!
Try to think a little about the fish you fell in love with
Remember what they taught you at the ninja school
I know you'll never find a better little fish to go out with


Liest das denn keiner außer mir?

No Control
Music by Bowie/Eno, lyrics by Bowie.



Stay away from the future
Back away from the light
It's all deranged - no control

Sit tight in your corner
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

If I could control tomorrow's haze
The darkened shore wouldn't bother me
If I can't control the web we weave
My life will be lost in the fallen leaves

Every single move's uncertain
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man

No control

Stay away from the future
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

Forbidden words, deafen me
In memory, no control
See how far a sinful man
Burns his tracks, his bloody robes
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man

I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
No control I can't believe I've no control
It's all deranged

I can't believe I've no control
It's all deranged
Deranged
Deranged



____________________

Claude

MySpace

David Byrne - The Great Intoxication (live) (QT movie)

Can't stop listening. When I grow up, I want to be David Byrne.

~
Heaven is a place where
Nothing ever happens

This by Brian Eno

This chord
This water
This son
This daughter
This day
This time
This land
It's all mine

This Calling Bell
This Forge Bell
This Dark Bell
This The Knife Bell
This calling
This burden
This falling
The world's turning

This What I thought I knew
This What I thought was true
This I understood
This In the deep wood
This Ah there I stood a child so fair
This On a certain square
This Down the dirty stairs
This To see the table set
This With golden chairs
This Ah to follow, follow, follow, follow there

This race
And this world
This feeling
And this girl
This revolver
This fire
This I'll hold it up higher, higher, high


____________________

Claude

MySpace

Push my fingers
Past her ear
Watch them disappear
Into her brown hair
I wish the rest of me
Could go with them

Her bedroom is quiet
But my heart screams
A horrifying sound
Like a hundred crippled horses
Lying crumpled on the ground
Begging for a rifle
To come and put them down

You know who else makes creatures? Satan.

Great!!!
Thank you!

____________________

Claude

MySpace

New Order - Your Silent Face

A thought that never changes
Remains a stupid lie
It's never been quite the same
No hearing or breathing
No movement, no colors
Just silence
Rise and fall of shame
A search that shall remain
We asked you what you'd seen
You said you didn't care

Sound formed in a vacuum
May seem a waste of time
It's always been just the same
No hearing or breathing
No movement no lyrics
Just nothing
The sign that leads the way
The path we can not take

You've caught me at a bad time


So why don't you piss off?

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

http://www.4shared.com/file/7049994/bfb9ac3c/John_Lennon_-_Watching_The_Wheels.html

I've been going out with a girl
Her name is Julie
But last night she said to me
when we were watching telly
(this is what she said)
She said listen John I love you
But there's this bloke I fancy
I dont want to two time you
So its the end for you and me
Who's this bloke I asked her
goooooordon she replied
Not that poof I said in dismay
yes but he's no poof she cried - he's more a man than you'll ever be

Here we go, two three four


I was so upset that I cried all the way to the chip shop
When I came out there was Gordon standing at the bus stop
And guess who was with him
Yeah Julie- and they were both laughing at me
oh, she is cruel and heartless
to pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
just cos he's cool and trendy

but I know hes a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, gordon is a moron

Man looks up on a yellow sky
and the rain turns to rust in his eye
rumours of his health are lies
old england is dying
his clothes are dirty shade of blue
and his ancient shoes worn through
he steals from me and he lies to you
old england is dying
still he sings his empires song
and still he keeps his Navy strong
and he sticks his flag where it all belongs
old england is dying
you're asking what makes me sigh now
what it is makes me shudder so
well
I just FREEZE in the wind
and I'm numb from the pummelin' of the snow
that falls from high in yellow skies
where the war stained flag of england flies
Where the homes are warm and mothers sigh
where comedians laugh and babies cry
where criminals are televised politicians fraternized
journalists are dignified and everyone is civilised
and children stare with heroin eyes
Old England!
evening has fallen
the birds are singing
the last of Sundays bells is ringing
the wind in the trees is sighing
and old england is dying

One day Mike Scott will achieve his dream and actually be Bob Dylan.


Temperature's rising, but any idiot would know that...

I left the east side for a west coast beauty
A girl who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she'd pull my best years out of me
Fat painted lips on a live wire beauty
A tangerine girl with tambourine eyes
Her face was my favourite magazine
Her body was my favourite book to read

They say that all poets must have and unrequited love
As all lovers must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting go on pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you

I left the rough side for a seaside baby
A chamomile smile that pouts on cue
For every moment I breathe her sigh
Her bosom contains my sweet alibi
In an emotional mist she breathes in fog
And breathes it out as garden flowers
Why me of all the tough talking boys?
I guess she heard my heartbeat through the noise

They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of the rain
Holding on to you
Means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you

They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers I'm sure must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you

I left the east coast for a west coast beauty
A woman who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she'd pull my best years out of me

Fat wet lips on a sea salt canvas
Goodbye Picasso hello Dolly/Dali
The soil is fertile where her footsteps trod
She's my new religion she's all I got

They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers I'm sure must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting sorrows heal
It means letting go...

I.G.Y. - Donald Fagan

Standing tough under stars and stripes
We can tell
This dreams in sight
You've got to admit it
At this point in time that its clear
The future looks bright
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
Well by seventy-six we'll be a.o.k.

What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free

Get your ticket to that wheel in space
While theres time
The fix is in
Youll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky
You know we've got to win
Here at home we'll play in the city
Powered by the sun
Perfect weather for a streamlined world
There'll be spandex jackets, one for everyone

What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free

On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(more leisure for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by fellows with compassion and vision;
We'll be clean when their work is done
We'll be eternally free yes and eternally young

What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free


Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

I must admit, I never imagined you as being the Donald Fagen-liking type.

"If Australia ever gets a new national anthem I'll insist 'punch her in the twat' is in the lyrics somewhere." - PHOENIX

Yes. I'm surprised that someone other than you or me know of that album. That is a good song, though, and from a good record. I heard 'The Nightfly' a lot when I was growing up, so I have a strong attachment to it. Speaking of 'The Nightfly', "'New Frontier" is a funky little number from that album that comes into my head a lot these days.

In reply to:

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I must admit, I never imagined you as being the Donald Fagen-liking type.

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You see, as a child I was informally subjected to a potentially harmful experiment: I was aurally fed a 600 LP strong collection of music from the 60s, 70s and 80s to see what would stick and what would be repulsed. From these beginnings on my father's knee developed life-long passions for Bowie, Pink Floyd, Jean Michel Jarre, Joy Division, John Cale and all things Steely Dan but strong, almost psychotic aversions to Uriah Heep, Hawkwind, REM, Simply Red and Genesis (though strangely not Peter Gabriel).

Countdown to Ecstacy was my favourite Steely Dan album as a child (probably due to Boddhisatva) but these days I prefer The Royal Scam and Fagan's The Nightfly.


Interesting you mention New Frontier, ghostlove, as my dad taped the video for that song from TV. From memory, it's sheer class, but I haven't seen it for 15 years or so. I'll get on the Youtube when I get home and see if I can find a link

edit: and the video, just as good as I remembered

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

Edited by Remade/Remodeled on 12/10/06 02:11 AM (server time).

http://www.4shared.com/file/8359553/c9cea400/05_-_Dead_Bird_Sings.html

http://www.4shared.com/file/8360167/d82fae5c/Frank_Zappa_-_Sofa_No_1-__beautiful_solo_acoustic_guitar_instrumental_.html

New Slang - The Shins

Gold teeth and a curse for this town
were all in my mouth.
Only, i don't know how
they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet
that I was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes,
the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die,
old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn
may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
I'm looking in on the good life
I might be
doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields
am I too dumb to refine?

And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

http://www.4shared.com/file/8974232/c4ed8d4e/Bauhaus_-_All_We_Ever_Wanted_Was_Everything.html

Oh to be the cream. Great pick and a nice fit with my "Copper" selection too.

It is my opinion and I am unanimous in this, because it is my opinion, which is, in fact, mine.

Hocus Pocus by Focus is my song of the day.

I can't post the lyrics because I don't know how to write down yodelling, screams and gibberish.

I've had a go anyhow:-

Joladadijoladadijoladadijoladadi
Joladadijoladadi-jo-o-ooh!
Joladadijoladadijoladadijoladadi
Joladadijoladadi-jo-o-ooh!
Oooooh-oooooh-oooooh-oooooh...

GG Allin - Fucking the Dog

Everybody's got something to do
I've got nothing but this empty room
Everybody's got some kind of job
Everybody's got someone to love
Not me, I'm fucking the dog

Everybody's got somewhere to go
I've got nothing but this dirty hole
Everybody's going out tonight
I'm staying here and out of sight
Yea, fucking the dog

I'm living in darkness every day
I'm the devil's son some people say
I'm so far gone I can't be saved
I'm just living day to day
Yea, that's right, fucking the dog

C'mon, fucking the dog
That's right, I'm fucking the dog
You're never done 'till you do it like I said
You've got no one to love, I'm just fucking the dog
Fuck, fuck, fucking the dog

I don't get along with myself
And I'm not too keen on anyone else

Hey Mr Smith - Fingerprintz

Couldn't find any lyrics for this band, so this song is transcribed to the best of my ability..



Hey Mr Smith
I was wondering if
You could give me some advice
On the career of my choice

Hey Mr Smith
You're supposed to know
Cos they said so
All the other girls and boys

Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Is it really like this?
Is it really like this?
Uh, yeah

Hey Mr Jones
Now we're alone
I wish you'd shut your face
And, your hate briefcase

Hey Mr Brown
Yeah, I've been around
Around and around and around and around
The same place

Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Is it really like this?
Is it really like this?
Uh, yeah

You've got news
You don't understand
They say I'm a mess
I'm so sorry, sir
You're not impressed
I'm confused
I've got to get this off
My chest

Every time I talk to you I get depressed

Uh! Hey, hey...


Hey Mr Smith
I was wondering if
You could give me some advice
On the career of my choice

Hey Mr Smith
I was wondering if
This little riff
Could make a fortune for me and the boys

Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Is it really like this?
Is it really like this?
Is it really, uh really, uh really, uh really
Oh, yeeeaah!

Mr.. Mr Smith
Uhhh!
Mr Smith

"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

In the words of Joplin, this is a song of great social and political import.. and the awesome message is really driven home as the choir of children join in.


Raul Malo - The Great Atomic Power


Verse One:

Do you fear this man's invention that they call atomic power?
Are we all in great confusion, do we know the time or hour
When a terrible explosion may ring down upon our land
Leaving horrible destruction blotting out the works of man

Chorus:

Are you ready for that great atomic power?
Will you rise and meet your Savior in the end?
Will you shout or will you cry when the fire rains from on high?
Are you ready for that great atomic power?


Verse Two:
There is one way to escape and be prepared to meet the Lord
Give your heart and soul to Jesus, He will be your shield and sword
He will surely stand beside and you'll never taste of death
For your soul will fly to safety and eternal peace and rest

(repeat chorus)

Verse Three:
There's an army who can conquer all the enemy's great bands
It's a regiment of Christians guided by the Savior's hand
When the mushroom of destruction falls and all it's fury great
God will surely save His children from this awful, awful fate

(repeat chorus)

Are you ready for that great atomic power?

"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

Julie With..., by Brian Eno:


I am on an open sea,
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by.
Julie with her open blouse
Is gazing up into the empty sky
Now it seems to be so strange here
Now it's so blue.
The still sea is darker than before...

No wind disturbs our coloured sails.
The radio is silent, so are we.
Julie's head is on her arm;
Her fingers brush the surface of the sea
Now I wonder if we'll be seen here
Or if time has left us all alone.
The still sea is darker than before...


Temperature's rising, but any idiot would know that...

Minstrel In The Gallery by Jethro Tull.


The minstrel in the gallery
looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes observed the spaces
between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred,
oblique suggestions and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters,
static-humming panel-beaters,
freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing.)
He titillated men-of-action
belly warming, hands still rubbing
on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating,
one-line jokers, TV documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers.)
Sunday paper backgammon players
family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage
and he looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery
looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes observed the spaces
in between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred,
oblique suggestions and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters,
static-humming panel-beaters,

The minstrel in the gallery
looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass -
saw his face in everyone.

He titillated men-of-action
belly warming, hands still rubbing
on the parts they never mention.
(salaried and collar-scrubbing.)

He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating,
one-line jokers, TV documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers.)
Sunday paper backgammon players
family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage
and he looked at all the friends he'd made.

The minstrel in the gallery
looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass -
and saw his face in everyone.

The minstrel in the gallery
looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes...
The minstrel in the gallery



"If I go to the shops in my slippers you have my authorisation to phone for the doctor"