Fuckholes Posted April 10, 2005 Report Share Posted April 10, 2005 Not talkin 'bout a year No not three or four I don't want that kind of forever In my life anymore Forever always seems to be around when it begins but for ever never seems to be around when it ends So give me your forever Please your forever Not a day less will do from you People spend so much time Every single day Runnin' 'round all over town Givin' their forever away But no not me I won't let my forever roam and now I hope I can find my forever home So give me your forever Please your forever Not a day less will do from you Like a handless clock of numbers An infinite of time No not the forever found Only in the mind Forever always seems to be around when things begin but forever never seems to be around when things end So give your forever Please yoyr forever Not a day less will do From you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 First with your hands, then with your mouthA downpour of sweat, damp cotton cloudsI was a fool, you were my friendWe made it happenYou took off your clothes, left on the lightYou stood there so brave, you used to be shyEach feature improved, each movement refinedAnd eyes like a showroomNow they are spreading out the blankets on the beachThat weatherman is a liar, he said it would be rainingBut it is clear and blue as far as I can seeLeft by the lamp, right next to the bedOn a cartoon cat pad you scratched with a pen"Everything is as it has always beenThis never happened""Don't take it so bad, it is nothing you didIt is just once something dies, you can't make it liveYou're a beautiful boy, you're a sweet little kidBut I am a woman"So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheetAnd I must have looked like a ghost, because something frightened meAnd since then I've been so good at vanishingNow I do as I please, and I lie through my teethSomeone might get hurt, but it won't be meI should probably feel cheap, but I just feel freeAnd a little bit emptyNo it isn't so hard to get close to meThere will be no arguments, we will always agreeAnd I will try to be kind when I ask you to leaveWe will both take it easyBut if you stay too long inside my memoryI will trap you in a song tied to a melodyAnd I will keep you there so you can't bother me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ggrtrhhrtgg Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean.Now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath is hard as kerosene.You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favourite one it seems.She began to cry when you said goodbye, and sank into your dreams. Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel.He wore his gun outside his pants, for all the honest world to feel.Pancho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in Mexico.Nobody heard his dying words; ah, but that's the way it goes. All the Federales say,They could have had him any day.They only let him slip away,Out of kindness, I suppose. Lefty, he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to.The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth.The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio.Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows. All the Federales say,They could have had him any day.They only let him slip away,Out of kindness, I suppose. The poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in cheap hotels.The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, and so the story ends we're told.Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too.He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old. (All the Federales say,They could have had him any day.)They only go so long,Out of kindness, I suppose. A few grey Federales sayThey could have had him any day.They only let him go so long,Out of kindness, I suppose. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Chameleon Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 "So I light another cigarette, try and remeber to forget". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stapes Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tightgonna grab some afternoon delight.My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetitelooking forward to a little afternoon delight.Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingiteand the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.Started out this morning feeling so politeI always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't biteBut you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibblinga little afternoon delight.Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down.Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Evil_Mouse Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Now I'm a fellar with a heart of goldWith the ways of a gentleman, I've been toldThe kind of a fellar that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character metThat guy that invented the cigaretteI'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree.Now, it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myselfAn' I don't reckon that they hinder your healthI've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet! But nicotine slaves are all the sameAt a pettin' party or a poker gameEv'rything's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette.CHORUSSmoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that cigarettePuff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you smoke yourself to deathTell Saint Peter at the Golden GateThat you hates to make him waitYou've just gotta have another cigarette.In a game of chance the other nightOld Dame Fortune was a-doin' me rightMan, the kings and queens just kept on comin' aroundThen I got a full and I bet it highBut my bluff didn't work on a certain guyHe just keep on raisin' and layin' the money down.Now, he'd raise me - I'd raise himI sweated blood - you gotta sink or swimHe finally called - didn't raise the betI said, "Aces full, Pal, how 'bout you?"He said, "Well, I'll tell you in just a minute or twoBut right now, I just gotta have myself a cigarette."CHORUSNow, the other night I had me a dateWith the cutest little gal in the forty-eight statesA highbred, uptown, fancy little dameShe said she loved me and it seemed to meThat ev'rything was 'bout like it oughta beSo hand in hand, we strolled down lover's lane.She was, oh, so far from a chunk of iceAnd our smoochin' party was goin' real niceSo help me, Hanna, I think I'd-a been there yetWell, I give her a kiss - a little squeezeShe said, "Tex, excuse me - please, but I just gotta have another cigarette."CHORUS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Oh, once I was happy and had a good wifeI had enough money to last me for lifeI met a young woman, and we went on a spreeShe taught me to smoke, and to drink whisk-eeCHORUS:Cigareeeets and whiskyAnd wild, wild womenThey'll drive you crazyThey'll drive you insaneCigareeeets and whiskyAnd wild, wild womenThey'll drive you crazyThey'll drive you insaneCigareeeets is a pox on the whole human raceA man is a monkey with one in his faceTake heed, dear friend, take heed, dear brotherA fire on one end, and a fool on t'otherCHORUSNow I am weary and broken with ageThe lines on my face make a well-written pageWrite on the cross at the head of my graveTo women and whiskey here lies a poor slaveCHORUSAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Dont smoke dont smoke dont smokeDont smokeIt's a nine billion dollarCapitalist Communist jokeDont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smokeDont smokeSmoking makes you cough,You cant sing straightYou gargle on saliva& vomit on your plateDont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke,Dont smoke smoke smoke smokeYou smoke in bedYou smoke on the hillSmoke till yr deadYou smoke in HellDont smoke dont smoke in living Hell Dope DopeDont smoke dont smoke dont smokeYou puff your fagYou suck your buttYou choke & gagTeeth full of crudSmoke smoke smoke smoke Dont dont dontDont Dont Dope Dope Dope Dont Smoke Dont DopePay your two bucksfor a deathly packTrust your bad luck& smoke in the sackDont Smoke Dont Smoke Nicotine Nicotine NoNo dont smoke the official Dope Smoke Dope DopeFour Billion dollars in Green'swat Madison Avenue getst' advertise nicotine& hook you radical bratsDont Smoke Dont Smoke Dont SmokeNope Nope Dope Dope Hoax Hax Hoax HoaxDopey Dope Dopey Dope Dope Dope dope dopeBlack magic pushes dopeSexy chicks in carsAmerica loses hope& smokes and drinks in barsDon't smoke dont smoke dont smoke,dont smoke dont dont dont dont dontchoke choke choke choke kaf kafKaf Kaf Choke ChokeChoke Choke Dope DopeCommunism's floppedLet's help the Soviet millionsSell 'em our Coffin-Nails& make a couple billionsBig Bucks Big Bucks bucks bucksbucks bucks smoke smoke smoke smokesmoke Bucks smoke bucks Dope bucks bigDope Bucks Dig Big Dope Bucks Big DopeBucks dont smoke big dope bucksDig big Pig dope bucksNine billion bucks a yeara Southern IndustryBuys Senator Jesse Fear who pushes Tobacco subsidyIn the Senate Foreign Relations CommitteeDope smokes dope smokes dont smoke dont smokeCloak cloak cloak room cloak & daggersmoke room cloak room dope cloakcloak room dope cloak room dope dont smokeNine billion bucks for dopeapproved by Time & LifeAmerica loses hopeThe President smokes Tobacco votesDont Smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smokeDont smoke nope nope nope nope30 thousand die of coke orIllegal speed each year430 thousand cigarette deathsThat's the drug to fearIn USA Dont smoke Dont smoke Dont smokeGet Hooked on CigarettesGo Fight the War on DrugsSmoke any other WeedGet bust by Government ThugsDont smoke dont smoke the official dopeIf you will get in bed& give your girlfriend headthen you wont want a fagNor evermore a dragDont Smoke dont smoke Hope Hope Hope HopeO Please Dont Smoke Dont SmokeO Please O Please O PleaseI'm calling on my kneesTwenty-four hours in bed& give your boyfriend headPut something in your mouthLike skin not cigarette filthSuck tit suck tit suck cock suck cocksuck clit suck prick suck itbut dont smoke nicotine dont smokedont smoke nicotine nicotine it'stoo obscene dont smoke dont smokenicotine suck cock suck prick suck titsuck clit suck it But dont smoke sh!t nopenope nope nope Dope Dope Dope Dopethe official dope Dont SmokeMake believe yer sickStay in bed and lickyr cigarette habit greedOne day's all you needIn deed in deed in deed in deed smoke weedsmoke weed Put something greenin between but don't smoke smoke dont smokehope hope hope hope Nicotine dontsmoke the official dopeDope Dope Dope Dope Dont SmokeSmoke weed indeed smoke grass yass yasssmoke pot but not nicotine no noindeed it's too obsceneput something greenin between your lips get hip not squarelisten to my wail don't dare smoke coffin nailsugh ugh ugh ugh the government Drugofficial habit for Mr. BabbittDont smoke the official dopedope dope dope dope don't smokeDont Smoke Dont Smoke. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Ain't no more cane on the BrazosOh, oh, oh, oh...Its all been ground down to molassesOh, oh- oh, oh- oh...You shoulda been on the river in 1910They were driving the women just like they drove the men.Go down Old Hannah,don'cha rise no moreDon't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sureAin't no more cane on the BrazosIts all been ground down to molassesCaptain, don't you do me like you done poor old ShineWell ya drove that bully til he went stone blindWake up on a lifetime, hold up your own headWell you may get a pardon and then you might drop deadAin't no more cane on the BrazosIts all been ground down to molasses. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Evil_Mouse Posted April 15, 2005 Report Share Posted April 15, 2005 Little Billy was the fattest kid in his classAlways the last in lineAll the other little kids would laugh at himSaid he'd die before his timeHa ha ha haHa ha ha haLittle Billy didn't mindMost of the kids smoked cigarettesJust to prove that they were coolThe teacher didn't know about the children's gamesAnd Billy always followed the rulesHa ha ha haHa ha ha haLittle Billy didn't mindBilly was big on the outsideBut there's an even bigger man insideTen million cigarettes burning every dayAnd Billy's still doing fineNow Billy and his classmates are middle-agedWith children of their ownTheir smoking games are reality nowAnd cancer's seed is sownHa ha ha haHa ha ha haLittle Billy's didn't mindMost of them smoke maybe forty a dayA habit Billy doesn't shareOne by one they're passing awayLeaving orphans to Billy's careHa ha ha haHa ha ha haHa ha ha haLittle Billy doesn't mindHa ha ha haHa ha ha haLittle Billy's doing fine Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted April 19, 2005 Report Share Posted April 19, 2005 I got 350 heads on a 305 engineI get ten miles to the gallonI ain't got no good intentions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fuckholes Posted April 19, 2005 Report Share Posted April 19, 2005 Bust it!This here's a jam for all the fellas,Try to do what those ladies tell us,get shot down cuz you're over zealous.Play hard to get, females get jealous.Ok, smarty go to a party. Girls scantilly clad showin body,a chick walks by, ya wish ya could sex herbut shes in another world like you was poindexter.Next day's function, high class luncheon.Food is served, and you're stone cold munchin'.Music comes on, people start to dance,but then you ate so much you nearly split your pants.A girl starts walkin', guys start gawkin',sits down next to you and starts talkin'.Says she wanna dance cuz she likes the groove,so come on fatso, and just bust a move.You're on a mission,and you're wishin' someone could cure your lonely condition.Lookin for love in all the wrong places,no fine girls, just ugly faces.From frustration, first inclination,is to become a monk and leave the situation.But every dark tunnel has a light, i hope,so dong hang yourself with a celibate rope.New movies shwoin', so you're goin',could care less about the five you're blowin'.Theatre gets dark just to start the show,then you spot a fine woman sittin' in your row.She's dressed in yellow, she says hello,come sit nex to me fine fellow.You run over there without a second to lose,and what comes next, hey, bust a move.In the city, laddies look pretty,guys tell jokes so they can seem witty.Tell a funny joke just to get some play,then you try to make a move and she says no way.Girls are fakin', goodness sakin',they want a man who brings home the bacon.Got no money and got no car,then you got no woman and there you are.Some girls are sophistic, materialistic,lookin for a man makes them opportunistic.They're lyin' on the beach,perpetratin' a tan so that a brother with money can be their manSo, on the beach start strollin', real high rollin',everyting you have is yours and not stolen.A girl runs up with something to prove,so dont just stand there, bust a move.Break it down for me fellas!Your best friend, harry has a brother larryin five days from now he's gonna marry.He's hopin' you can make it there, if you can,cus in the ceremony you'll be the best man.You say neato, check your libido,and roll to the church in your new tuxedo.The bride walks down, just to start the wedding...and there's one more girl you wont be getting.So you start thinkin', then ya start blinkin',a bride maid looks and thinks that your winkin'she thinks you're kinda cute so che winks backand now you're feeling fine cuz the girl is stacked.Preception's jumpin', bass is pumpin',look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin'.Says she wanna dance to a different groove,now you know what to do, G, bust a move.Just bust a move. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PalacePrincess Posted April 19, 2005 Report Share Posted April 19, 2005 steveland from cleveland is hanging from the rafters.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lazlo Posted April 19, 2005 Report Share Posted April 19, 2005 She had that Camarillo brilloFlamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-oBy where some bugs had made it redShe ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorusedBy the bush in BuffaloShe said she wasA Magic MamaAnd she could throw a mean TarotAnd carried on without a commaThat she was someone I should knowShe had a snake for a petAnd an amuletAnd she was breeding a dwarfBut she wasn't done yetShe had grey-green skinAdoll with apinI told her she was alright But I couldn't come in(I couldn't come in right then...)And so she wanderedThrough the door-wayJust like a shadow from the tombShe said her stereo was four-wayAnd I'd just love in her roomWell, I was bornTo have adventureSo I just followed up the stepsRight passed her fuming incense stencherTo where she hung her castanetsShe stripped awayHer rancid ponchoAnd laid out naked by the doorWe did it till we were unconchoAnd it was useless anymore Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying.Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warnThat he not busy being bornIs busy dying.Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discoverThat you'd just beOne more person crying.So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to your earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.As some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawlWhile others say don't hate nothing at allExcept hatred.Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMade everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not muchIs really sacred.While preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the president of the United StatesSometimes must haveTo stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt's only people's games that you got to dodgeAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it.Advertising signs that con youInto thinking you're the oneThat can do what's never been doneThat can win what's never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around you.You lose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinksThey really found you.A question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no answer fit to satisfyInsure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not fergitThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong to.Although the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up to.For them that must obey authorityThat they do not respect in any degreeWho despise their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than somethingThey invest in.While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platform tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they can freely criticizeTell nothing except who to idolizeAnd then say God bless him.While one who sings with his tongue on fireGargles in the rat race choirBent out of shape from society's pliersCares not to come up any higherBut rather get you down in the holeThat he's in.But I mean no harm nor put faultOn anyone that lives in a vaultBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.Old lady judges watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn't talk, it swearsObscenity, who really caresPropaganda, all is phony.While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimesMust get lonely.My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyardsFalse gods, I scuffAt pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offSay okay, I have had enoughWhat else can you show me?And if my thought-dreams could be seenThey'd probably put my head in a guillotineBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.It's Alright,Ma(I'm Only Bleeding)~Bob Dylan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 Just a perfect dayDrink Sangria in the parkAnd then laterWhen it gets dark, we go homeJust a perfect dayFeed animals in the zooThen laterA movie, too, and then homeOh, it's such a perfect dayI'm glad I spend it with youOh, such a perfect dayYou just keep me hanging onYou just keep me hanging onJust a perfect dayProblems all left aloneWeekenders on our ownIt's such funJust a perfect dayYou made me forget myselfI thought I wasSomeone else, someone goodOh, it's such a perfect dayI'm glad I spent it with youOh, such a perfect dayYou just keep me hanging onYou just keep me hanging onYou're going to reap just what you sow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 Whoa - something's strange here. Del, did we just discover another rare common music interest? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 What's rare about Lou Reed? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 (edited) Nothing at all. I just never had you pegged as someone who appreciated Reed or the Transformer album. What's rare (but not unheard of) is you not hating something that I don't hate too If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew ... Well you know what happens after dark When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts And all the missionaries lose their bark Oh, all the trees are calling after you And all the venom snipers after you Are all the mountains bolder after you? If I could be anyone of the things in this world that bite Instead of an ocelot on a leash, I'd rather be a kite And be tied to the end of your string And flying in the air, babe, at night Cause you know what they say about honey bears When you shave off all their baby hair You have a hairy minded pink bare bear And all the balls are rolling out for you And stones are all erupting out for you And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff were grooving on the street And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet Her belly button was her mouth Which meant she tasted what she'd speak But the funny thing is what happened to her nose It grew until it reached all of her toes Now when people say her feet they mean her nose And curtains laced with diamonds dear for you And all the Roman Noblemen for you And kingdom's Christian Soldiers dear for you And melting ice cap mountain tops for you And knights in flamming silver robes for you And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you Swoop, Swoop oh baby, Rock Rock Swoop, Swoop, Rock, Rock Edited April 29, 2005 by Guest to get back on topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fuckholes Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 I would turn on the tv but its to embarrasingTo see all the other people I dont know what they meanIt was magic first whe they spoke with out soundand now this is world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing downturn it around"It wasnt me" , says the boy with the gun "sure I pulled the trigger but it need to be doneCause lifes been killin' meever since it begunyou cant blame cause im much too young""you cant blame me sure the killer was my sonbut i didnt teach him to pull the trigger of the gunIts the killer hes see on the tv screenyou cant blame me its those images he's seen"Well "you cant blame me" says the media manwell "im not the one who came up with the planI just point my camera at what the people want to seeIts a two way mirrior and you cant blame me""you cant blame me" sas the singer of the songor the maker of the movie wich he based his life on"its only entertainment and as anyone can seeThe smoke machines and makeup you cant fool me"It was you it was me it was every manwe've all got blood on our handswe only recieve what we demand and if hell is what we want then hell is what well haveAnd i would turn on the tv but its to embarrasingto see all the other peopleI dont even know what they meanand it was magic at firstbut it let everyone downand now thisworld is gonna hurt you better turn it aroundturn it around Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 Free - is all that she could bleedThat's why'll she'll never stayWhite - bare naked in the nightJust lookin' for some playJust another girl that wants to rule the worldAny time or placeAnd when she gets into your headYou know she's there to stayYou want itShe's got itMolly's chambers gonna change your mindShe's got yourYour pistolSlow - she's burnin' in your soulWith whispers in your earIt's okay I'll give it anywayJust get me out of hereYou'll plead - you'll get down on your kneesFor just another tasteAnd when you think she's let you inThat's when she fades awayYou want itShe's got itMolly's chambers gonna change your mindShe's got yourYour pistol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaidy Mae Posted April 30, 2005 Report Share Posted April 30, 2005 Have you ever had a friendWhose calls you'd avoid?Cause you know that in the endYou'd just get destroyedBut there's something in his wordsThat makes you his best manYou hang on them like girlsWill hang around a rocker's vanHe'll push you like a heapThat hasn't any gasEven though you want to sleepHe keeps pressing on the gasAnd he smiles because he's satisfied To be the only dude Who knows enough to reach insideAnd out the bad in youOnly youOnly youThen he'll get you thinking That your love can't be the oneThat the ship you're on is sinkingYou should board another oneAs he fills your gut with sudsAnd fumigates your mindSailing on some lonely tubIs sounding better all the timeBut to only youOnly youYou're laying blame for the morningYou lay it out like it was clothingBut when the black sky is turning blueYou're blaming him But it's only youOnly youHave you ever had a friendWhose calls you'd avoid? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted May 14, 2005 Report Share Posted May 14, 2005 I will not go down under the ground "Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round An' I will not carry myself down to die When I go to my grave my head will be high, Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close by "Stead of learnin' to live they are learning to die. Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see When someone is pullin' the wool over me And if this war comes and death's all around Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground. Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. There's always been people that have to cause fear They've been talking of the war now for many long years I have read all their statements and I've not said a word But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard. Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. If I had rubies and riches and crowns I'd buy the whole world and change things around I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea For they are mistakes of a past history. Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace. Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. Go out in your country where the land meets the sun See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho Let every state in this union seep in your souls. And you'll die in your footsteps Before you go down under the ground. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted May 14, 2005 Report Share Posted May 14, 2005 Im from the east coast of Canada, home of the bag pipeKnown for the fiddle players, beer and our keg priceKnown for Alexander Keith's and the donairHome of the Mooseheads but I dont really go thereWe pay a buck for a litre of gas andSmokes cost ten dollars a pack damnWe always mix our tabacco with weedIt's just the way we always done it, shit it's natural to meSo let me tackle the beat then unravel the scene,And let you people know what you never travel to seeWe got battle MCs we got story tellersAnd we got awful MCs, corny motherfuckersWe got everything you wanna hear, concious to backpackCommercial to gangsta, R&B to abstactGrunge to rock, classical to countrySo many artists workin' but no one makin moneyWelcome to the east coast home of the innocentStill pigeon-holed is a farmer or fishermanNo major league teams, baseball or hockeyNo urban radio, just country and pop beatsI'm trying to shake these stereotypesSo give me space please let me arrow my life,I dont even eat fish, shit I never tried lobsterCan't play the fiddle, and never was a loggerWanna swim in clean lakes yeah and enjoy cool breezesBut Halifax harbour is like swimming in diseasesWe only known for Anne Of Green GablesCoal mines, the Bluenose and PEI potatoes,The maritimes is better than thatWe livin' in another time so dead or withoutWe got Universal Soul and Buck 65 and The whole CTG and of course ClassifiedWe got Backburner, Goodnight, Alpha Flight, LockdownWhiteboy, First Words, Trobiz and L-TownAnd a million other artists trying to get their flow heard,And to let ya know we still workin on these outskirtsWe tryin to blow like Halifax explosionOr maybe Anne Murray, I know she's Nova ScotianOr Hurricane Juan blowin from the oceanEither way it goes I'm still reppin for my coast man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted May 16, 2005 Author Report Share Posted May 16, 2005 i am also programmed for conversational english...may i have this dance? i've got a better idea..FUCK ME! you ugly sonofabitch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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