Uisce Beatha
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« on: April 29, 2009, 08:31:26 PM » |
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Best lyrics evar. I'll get things rolling with a couple... I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus,
Goo goo ga joob.
Mister City P'liceman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying.
I'm cry, I'm crying, I'm cry.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pröñographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus,
Goo goo ga joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan from
Standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo gajoob ga goo goo gajoob.
Expert texpert choking smokers,
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.
Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
Goo goo gajoob ga goo goo ga joob
(everybody smoke pot everybody Smoke Pot!) It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.
And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.
It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
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"If you're darker than a caramel, Reverend Al speaks for you." - Aasif Mandvi
"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk." - stroh
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stroh
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #1 on: April 29, 2009, 08:35:27 PM » |
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #2 on: April 29, 2009, 08:55:47 PM » |
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"Am I ever gonna see your face again?..... No way get *fudge*ed, *fudge* off!!"
I can't remember which group sings it other than some Aussie Band
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"Nothing says sorry like a warm plate of bacon... or so I'm told"
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MFAWG
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #3 on: April 29, 2009, 09:28:51 PM » |
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Awesome, awesome post. Just skated pool to this: Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger club
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooyy....
?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I rodedreP nu yos
[It's the Chorus backwards]
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)
It may not have been the most fun ever, but it was really, really close, ROFL. |
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The things that will destroy America are prosperity at any price, peace at any price, safety first instead of duty first, the love of soft living and the get rich quick theory of life. -- Teddy Roosevelt
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gleek
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #4 on: April 29, 2009, 09:32:58 PM » |
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I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want relationship!
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to know your name.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to meet your mom.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
Beish, you drive me insane
when you give me that bang, bang, bang!
Ok, Annie, listen.
I don't want to make ****, eat chocolate, look at animals, take walk.
No.
You come home and you say, Hashmeer touch me down there,
I like that.
I don't think so Annie, don't have time,
want to drink, cigarette, you know.
You know what I need Annie? Ill tell you what.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to talk to you.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to know your name
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want relationship.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
Beish, you drive me insane
when you give me that bang, bang, bang!
Oh, Hashmeer, Hashmeer, you look so good in that hat.
Why don't you give me lots of kaiss?
WROOONG!!
I don't think so Annie.
You want me to do things to you like the sun and the moon, idiot!
I don't have time. I have too many women.
All I got time for you know what is?
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to talk to you.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to know your name
I just want bang, bang, bang!
Beish, you drive me insane
when you give me that bang, bang, bang!
Beish, beish, beish, beish
When you give me that bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Shiggity bang, bang, bang!
Shwat? bang, bang, bang!
I don't want relationship.
I just want bang, bang, bang! |
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Woman, open the door, don't let it sting. I wanna breathe that fire again.
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spacey
Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat From: Group W Bench
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #5 on: April 29, 2009, 10:00:25 PM » |
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Perhaps not the best, but I've been digging them a lot lately: Whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels).
We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating.
As if saved from the gallows.
There's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited.
Passing through unconscious states.
When i awoke i was on the highway.
With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending,
And the patrons are leaving, leaving.
Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes).
I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn,
(you can't begin to get it back).
Passing through unconscious states.
When i awoke i was on
The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like swimming in the sea
I like to go out beyond the white breakers
Where a man can still be free (or a woman if you are one)
I like swimming in the sea.
My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like drinking Irish tea
With a little bit of lapsang souchong
I like making my own tea.
My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like driving in my car
Roll the top down sometimes I travel quite far
Drive to the ocean stare up at the stars
I like driving in my car
All around is anger automatic guns
It’s death in large numbers no respect for women or our little ones
I tried talking to Jesus but He just put me on hold
Said He’d been swamped by calls this week
And He couldn’t shake His cold
And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
When you’ve given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets
I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets
Yeah this is as good as it gets.
My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like sleeping with Marie
She is one ****y girl full of mystery
She says she doesn’t love me but she likes my company
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Walfredo
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #6 on: April 30, 2009, 06:20:00 AM » |
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Not even close to best ever but this song was in my head today when I awoke:
Twenty - five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Ooh, ooh ooh
And I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty - five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
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For hither not, I am the stallion.
Come fear, come love, I am the stallion.
You know that I am the stallion, mang.
I am, I am the stallion, mang.
You know that I am the stallion, mang.
I live, I walk, I am the stallion, mang.
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Fuzzy
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #7 on: April 30, 2009, 07:04:37 AM » |
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Always liked these guys:
I'm just an ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please her my confession
I have legalised robbery
Called it a belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a thief
I have re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for peace
Which I have never known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well the sun rose on the courtyard
And they all did hear him say
'You always were a Judas
But I got you anyway
You may have got your silver
But I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds
And I gave them to your wife'
Oh father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man's too big
The man's too strong
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"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
From Oh the Places You'll Go, by Dr. Seuss (Theodor Geisel)
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MFAWG
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #8 on: April 30, 2009, 08:01:38 AM » |
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They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go
I'd rather be at home with ray
I ain't got seventy days
Cause there's nothing
There's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway
I didn't get a lot in class
But I know it don't come in a shot glass
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go
The man said 'why do you think you here'
I said 'I got no idea
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
so I always keep a bottle near'
He said 'I just think you're depressed,
this me, yeah baby, and the rest'
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I don't ever wanna drink again
I just ooh I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend ten weeks
have everyone think I'm on the mend
It's not just my pride
It's just 'til these tears have dried
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go
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The things that will destroy America are prosperity at any price, peace at any price, safety first instead of duty first, the love of soft living and the get rich quick theory of life. -- Teddy Roosevelt
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #9 on: April 30, 2009, 10:55:37 AM » |
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Darkest of night
With the moon shinin' bright
There's a set goin' strong
Lotta things goin' on
The man of the hour
Has an air of great power
The dudes have envied him for so long
Oooh, Superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is "Do or Die"
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand
What a hell of a man
This cat of the slum
Had a mind, wasn't dumb
But a weakness was shown
'Cause his hustle was wrong
His mind was his own
But the man lived alone
Oooh, Superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is "Do or Die"
Ah-ha-ha
The game he plays he plays for keeps
Hustlin' cards on ghetto streets
Tryin' ta get over
(That's what he tryin' to do, y'all)
Takin' all that he can take
Gamblin' with the odds of fate
Tryin' ta get over
Tryin' ta get over
Tryin' ta get over
Tryin' ta get over
Woo, Superfly
The aim of his role
Was to move a lot of blow
Ask him his dream
What does it mean
He wouldn't know
"Can't be like the rest"
Is the most he'll confess
But the time's running out
And there's no happiness
Oooh, Superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is "Do or Die"
Ah-ha-ha
Superfly
Superfly
Superfly
Superfly
"Tryin' ta get over... [9x]
(this is especially poignant since, growing up, my friends used to tell me that I'd be Superfly, had we instead lived in the ghetto, rather than in a comfortable white, upper middle class near-suburban enclave)
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Re: I'm going to make a thread which will have a lot of posts.
« Reply #10 on: April 30, 2009, 11:35:08 AM » |
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I'll respond later.
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Fuzzy
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« Reply #11 on: April 30, 2009, 12:51:28 PM » |
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I'll respond later.
Interesting. Can't place the artist but I'm guessing this may be the shortest song ever. |
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"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
From Oh the Places You'll Go, by Dr. Seuss (Theodor Geisel)
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gleek
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« Reply #12 on: April 30, 2009, 09:45:43 PM » |
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
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Woman, open the door, don't let it sting. I wanna breathe that fire again.
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I heard this one this morning.
"Now lemme tell ya my story,
I got a man-sized predicament
And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah"
My my, ow, yeah!
Never had confession, never had a home
Never had no worry, until I met Domino
Ain't the virgin Mary, love her I confess
Got my hesitations,
'cause she kisses like the kiss of death
Loves lots of money, back's against the wall
Calls me "Sugar Daddy",
she knows she's got me by the balls
They call her Domino - "so fine"
Got a reputation, haven't got a hope
It's a sticky situation,
if she ain't old enough to vote
Loves to play with fire, loves to hurt so good
Loves to keep me burnin',
'cause she's a bad habit, bad habit
Bad habit that's good, good, good
They call her Domino, Domino, Domino
(Instrumental break)
"Every damn time I walk through that door,
it's the same damn thing
That bitch bends over, and I forget my name - ow!"
Loves lots of money, back's against the wall
Calls me "Sugar Daddy",
he knows she's got me by the balls - ow!
Loves to play with fire, love her I confess
Got no hesitations, cause she's a bad habit,
bad habit, she's a bad habit!
"Yeah"
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"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
From Oh the Places You'll Go, by Dr. Seuss (Theodor Geisel)
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^Worst.KISS.song.evar^
(And that's saying a lot.)
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