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 Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 8:52 am
Well, there are about a hundred others you realise, and music is not everyone's 'bag'... stare
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 9:01 am
Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights?
I stay home for ever
And two and two
Always makes a five.
I lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April's showers
And two and two
Always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There's no going out.
You can scream and you can shout
It's too late now
Because
You have not been
Paying attention
Paying attention
Paying attention
Paying attention
Paying attention
Paying attention
Paying attention
You have not been
Paying attention
Paying any attention
You have not been
Paying attention
You have not been
Paying attention
Paying attention
Paying attention
I try to sing along but I get it all wrong
Eezeepeezeeeezeepeezee
NOT
I swat 'em like flies but
Like flies the buggers
Keep coming back
NOT
Maybe not.
"All hail to the theif"
"But I am not!"
Don't question my authority or put me in the dock
Cozimnot!
Go and tell the king
That the sky is falling in
When it's not.
Maybe not.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 9:10 am
As a celebration of my conquest of the thread, something from The Wall...
Oooooh you cannot reach me now
Oooooh no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker
Here behind my Wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms.
Scary stuff from pf razz
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 9:27 am
That there,
That's not me.
I go
Where I please.
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey.
I'm not here,
This isn't happening.
I'm not here,
I'm not here.
In a little while
I'll be gone.
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone.
And I'm not here,
This isn't happening.
I'm not here,
I'm not here.
Strobe light and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here,
This isn't happening.
I'm not here,
I'm not here.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 9:48 am
Something for the rag and bone man
Over my dead body
Something big is going to happen
Over my dead body.
Someone's son or someone's daughter
Over my dead body
This is how I end up sucked in
Over my dead body.
I'm gonna go to sleep, and let this wash all over me.
We don't really want a monster taking over
Tiptoe round, tie him down.
We dont' want the loonies taking over
Tiptoe round, tie them down.
May pretty horses come to you while you sleep
I'm gonna go to sleep and let this wash over me.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 9:49 am
They're coming take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away ho ho ha ha he he
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:03 am
Damn it. Competition again.
I will crush you, scum!
Drag him out the windonw
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders
Life the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up
Get the gunge
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you you ******** you ******** you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you
Flan in the face
Flan in the face
Take it with the love it's given
take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman.
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror
At the face you don't recognise
Help me call the doctor
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
I keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up
Calls me on the phone tells me all the ways
That he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops.
No no no no no no no no no no
Walking round
Like giant cranes
And wiht my x-ray eyes
I strip you naked
Tight little world
And are you on the list
Stepford wives who are we to complain
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and sunday
Paper city boys in first class
Don't know
Someone esle is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you'd get up get over
Get up get over
And turn this tape off
I keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up
Calls me on the phone tells me all the ways
That he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops.
So I'm just gonna
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:04 am
and_solo_said They're coming take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away ho ho ha ha he he
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:05 am
Invictus_88 and_solo_said They're coming take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away ho ho ha ha he he
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:08 am
I will
Lay me down
In a bunker
Underground.
I won't let this happen to my children
Meet the real world coming out of your shell
And white elephants, sitting ducks.
I will
Rise up.
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:09 am
Invictus_88 and_solo_said They're coming take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away ho ho ha ha he he
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:11 am
The all time radiohead favourite:
Karma police, arrest this man.
He talks in maths, he buzzes like a fridge
He has a detuned radio.
Karma police, arrest this girl.
Her Hitler haido is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party.
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us
Karma police, I've given all I can
It's not enough, I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll.
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us
(phew for a minute there I lost myself)
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:21 am
In the next world war
In a jack knifed juggernaut
I am born again
In the neon sign scrolling up and down
I am born again
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe
In a deep deep sleep of the innocent I am born again
In a fast german car I'm amazed that I survived
An airbag saved my life
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:24 am
Ain't Talkin' 'bout Love
Written by:
Edward Van Halen, David Lee Roth,
Michael Anthony, Alex Van Halen.
© 1978 Van Halen Music ASCAP.
All Rights Reserved.
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I heard the news baby, all about your disease
Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need
Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Just like I told you before, yeah before
You know you're semi-good lookin', and on the streets again
Oh yeah you think you're really cookin' baby, you better find yourself a friend
My friend, ain't talkin' 'bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Just like I told you before, uh before, uh before, before
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Babe it's rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Just like I told you before, uh before
I been to the edge, an' there I stood an' looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there baby, I got no time to mess around
Mmmm, so if you want it got to bleed for it baby
Yeah, got to got to bleed baby
Mmmm, you got to got to bleed baby
Hey, got to got to bleed baby
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Just like I told you before, before, before
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Don't wanna talk about love
Don't need to talk about love
Ain't gonna talk about love, no more, no more, ah
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 10:32 am
Boop...boop...boop
Please could you stop the nosie I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in m head
Huh what's that?
When I am king you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
Huh what's that?
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking squealing Gucci little piggies
You don't remember you don't remember you don't remember my name off with his head man off with his head why won't he remember my name I guess he's dumb...
Rain down rain down come on rain down on me from a great height from a a great height
That's it sir, you're leaving,
The crackle of pig skin,
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit,
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children,
God loves his children, yeah
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