djmelbatoast Posted October 4, 2007 Report Share Posted October 4, 2007 You can make a planCarve it into stoneLike a feather fallingThat is still unknownUntil the clock speaks upSays it’s time to goYou can choose the highOr the lower roadYou might clench your fistYou might fork your tongueAs you curse or praiseAll the things you’ve doneAnd the faders moveAnd the music diesAs we pass overOn the arc of timeSo you’ll nurse your lovelike a wounded dovein the covered cage of nightEvery star is crossedby phrenetic thoughtsthey separate and then collide and they twist like sheets‘til you fall asleepand they finally unwindit’s a black balloon, it’s a dream you’ll soon denyI hear if you make friendsWith Jesus ChristYou’ll get right upFrom that chalk outlineAnd then you'll get dolled upAnd you'll dress in whiteAll to take your placeIn his chorus line And then in you’ll comeWith those marching drumsIn a saintly compromiseNo more whiskey slursNo more blonde hair girlsFor your whole eternal lifeAnd you’ll do the danceThat was choreographedAt the very dawn of timeSinging “I told you son,The day would come, You would die, you die, you die, you die…â€To the deepest partOf the human heartThe fear of death expands‘til we crack the code,we’ve always knownBut could never understandOn a circuit boardWe’ll soon be bornAgain, again, again, again… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted October 5, 2007 Report Share Posted October 5, 2007 It's not...yesterday...anymoreI go visiting, I talk loudI try to make myself clearIn front...of a face...that's nearerThan it's ever been beforeNot this close beforeNearer than beforeNot this close beforeIt is...is a million...years agoI hear music...and it sounds like bellsI feel like my head is highI wish...I could meet...every oneMeet them all over againBring them up to my roomMeet them all over againEveryone's up in my roomAnd now...Now I'm busy...Busy againI feel like sitting down butI'm still thinking...Thinking about my friendsIn my garden...momentsBut now I'm speaking outSpeaking about my friendsNow I'm speaking outThinking about my friends Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted October 25, 2007 Report Share Posted October 25, 2007 Before Lord God made the sea and the landHe held all the stars in the palm of his handAnd they ran through His fingers like grains of sandAnd one little star fell aloneThen the Lord God hunted through the wide night airFor the little dark star in the wind down thereAnd He stated and promised He'd take special careSo it wouldn't get lost againNow, a man don't mind if the stars grow dimOr the clouds blow over and darken himSo long as the Lord God's watching over himKeeping track how it all goes onNow I've been walking through the night and the dayTill my eyes grow weary and my hair turns grayAnd sometimes it seems maybe God's gone awayForgetting His promise that we heard Him sayAnd we're lost out here in the starsLittle stars big stars blowing through the nightAnd we're lost out here in the starsLittle stars big stars blowing through the nightAnd we're lost out here in the starsAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewRider Posted November 1, 2007 Report Share Posted November 1, 2007 These cities blur before me, a swirl of colors leaned against the skyGone so far away and I never really told you good byeI know it's kind of lame but sometimes things just turn out that wayWe were the best of friends and I'll always remember you that wayWe started out with nothing, but wild plans and big ideas and dreamsYou were quick to swing the hammer and always fast with some ingenious schemeSometimes we argued violently but forged it out of bedrock into steelOur foundations were so solid and our instincts based on something very realI feel so damned nostalgic every time I think about those timesI forget how it became that I wouldn't recognize you on the lineI start to feel so guilty but goddamn it I swear to you I triedTo bridge between the distances before I left without saying good-byeI have friends I met last weekend and friends I've had since I was eightFriends I've said goodbye to and friends who unexpectedly passed awayAnd nothing is disposable; at least it's never been that way for meIts not like you were an acquaintance that I could say never really meant anything to meNo we were really great friends and I always thought that it would be that wayYet I wonder if I'd know you if the guy that I saw last walked in here todayAnd I swear until I die, I never would have expected you and ITo grow so far apart and leave without ever saying good bye Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thatpatguy Posted November 1, 2007 Report Share Posted November 1, 2007 Around the world, around the worldAround the world, around the worldAround the world, around the worldAround the world, around the world repeat 18 times Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
celticwolfsun Posted November 2, 2007 Report Share Posted November 2, 2007 I was riding on the MayflowerWhen I thought I spied some landI yelled for Captain ArabI have yuh understandWho came running to the deckSaid, "Boys, forget the whaleLook on over yonderCut the enginesChange the sailHaul on the bowline"We sang that melodyLike all tough sailors doWhen they are far away at sea"I think I'll call it America"I said as we hit landI took a deep breathI fell down, I could not standCaptain Arab he startedWriting up some deedsHe said, "Let's set up a fortAnd start buying the place with beads"Just then this cop comes down the streetCrazy as a loonHe throw us all in jailFor carryin' harpoonsAh me I busted outDon't even ask me howI went to get some helpI walked by a Guernsey cowWho directed me downTo the Bowery slumsWhere people carried signs aroundSaying, "Ban the bums"I jumped right into lineSayin', "I hope that I'm not late"When I realized I hadn't eatenFor five days straightI went into a restaurantLookin' for the cookI told them I was the editorOf a famous etiquette bookThe waitress he was handsomeHe wore a powder blue capeI ordered some suzette, I said"Could you please make that crepe"Just then the whole kitchen explodedFrom boilin' fatFood was flying everywhereAnd I left without my hatNow, I didn't mean to be nosyBut I went into a bankTo get some bail for ArabAnd all the boys back in the tankThey asked me for some collateralAnd I pulled down my pantsThey threw me in the alleyWhen up comes this girl from FranceWho invited me to her houseI went, but she had a friendWho knocked me outAnd robbed my bootsAnd I was on the street againWell, I rapped upon a houseWith the U.S. flag upon displayI said, "Could you help me outI got some friends down the way"The man says, "Get out of hereI'll tear you limb from limb"I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"He said, "You're not HimGet out of here before I break your bonesI ain't your pop"I decided to have him arrestedAnd I went looking for a copI ran right outsideAnd I hopped inside a cabI went out the other doorThis Englishman said, "Fab"As he saw me leap a hot dog standAnd a chariot that stoodParked across from a buildingAdvertising brotherhoodI ran right through the front doorLike a hobo sailor doesBut it was just a funeral parlorAnd the man asked me who I wasI repeated that my friendsWere all in jail, with a sighHe gave me his cardHe said, "Call me if they die"I shook his hand and said goodbyeRan out to the streetWhen a bowling ball came down the roadAnd knocked me off my feetA pay phone was ringingIt just about blew my mindWhen I picked it up and said helloThis foot came through the lineWell, by this time I was fed upAt tryin' to make a stabAt bringin' back any helpFor my friends and Captain ArabI decided to flip a coinLike either heads or tailsWould let me know if I should goBack to ship or back to jailSo I hocked my sailor suitAnd I got a coin to flipIt came up tailsIt rhymed with sailsSo I made it back to the shipWell, I got back and tookThe parkin' ticket off the mastI was ripping it to shredsWhen this coastguard boat went pastThey asked me my nameAnd I said, "Captain Kidd"They believed me butThey wanted to knowWhat exactly that I didI said for the Pope of ErukeI was employedThey let me go right awayThey were very paranoidWell, the last I heard of ArabHe was stuck on a whaleThat was married to the deputySheriff of the jailBut the funniest thing wasWhen I was leavin' the bayI saw three ships a-sailin'They were all heading my wayI asked the captain what his name wasAnd how come he didn't drive a truckHe said his name was ColumbusI just said, "Good luck." the best line ever in this: They asked me for some collateralAnd I pulled down my pants Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted November 6, 2007 Report Share Posted November 6, 2007 The river rolls and the river windsAnd it seems to do something for my peace of mindThough I didn't know it, I came here looking to findA place to forget about my troubles for awhileI saw a mother with her little baby when I was walking hereThere's something 'bout a little baby that makes me laughThey don't seem to have a careAnd I wonder if I'm ever gonna feel that way againUntil then, I'll find some time to spend down by the riverI spend a lot of time looking forwardLooking back and looking down at my feet upon the groundI fell backwards and when I opened my eyesI found myself staring straight up in the skyAnd it seemed like there was something there to learnWhen I realized I had nowhere else to beAnd the only sound that mattered was the wind that blowed so gentle through the treesSuch a harmony down by the riverWell I heard music, it was soft and clearAnd I sang out for the first time, I didn't care who would hearBecause I found my answers in the wind and wavesAnd the magic in the little things that happen every dayAnd I played that tune on my old mandolinAnd I didn't hurt at all for companyBecause the river likes to sing along and knows the words to every song I playSuch a lovely day down by the riverSuch a lovely day... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hal Johnson Posted November 12, 2007 Report Share Posted November 12, 2007 What's up man! Hey yo what's up! Yeah what's goin' on here. Sick an' tired of five-oh runnin' up on the block here. You know what I'm sayin'? Yo Snow, they came around here lookin' for you the other day. Word? Word! Bust it! [chorus] Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Police them come an' now they blow down me door, One him come crawl through, through my window, So then they put me in the back the car at the station, >From that point on me reach my destination, Â When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so * Bigger they are they think they have more power, They're on the phone me say that on (every) hour, Me for want to use it once an' now me call me lover, Lover who I'll be callin is the one TAMMY, an' me love her in me heart down to my belly, Yes me Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly, As the one MC Shan an' the one Daddy Snow, Together we-a love'em as a Tor-Na-Do.[chorus] Listen for me, you better listen for me now. Listen for me, you better listen for me now. When me rockin' the microphone me rock it steady, Yes sir, Daddy me Snow me are the article don. But in the in an' the out of a dance them they say where you come from, People them say you come from Jamaica, But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know, Pure black people mon that's all I mon know. Yeah me shoes are tear up an' me toes used to show, Where me born in on the one Toronto, so [chorus] [these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com] Come with a nice young lady. Intelligent, Yes she's gentle an' irie. Everywhere me go, me never left her at all. Yes, its Daddy Snow me are the roam dance mon. Roam between a dancin' in a in a nation-a. You never know say Daddy me Snow me are the Boom Shakata. Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box. Yes say me Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at the top, soI [chorus] Why would he? Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl, Police knock my door, Lick up my pal, Rough me up an' I can't do a thing Pick up my line, when my telephone ring. Take me to the station, Black up my hands. Trail me down, 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman, What I'm gonna do, I'm backed an' I'm trapped, Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap. They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer, But Shan won't turn Informer! [chorus] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted November 12, 2007 Report Share Posted November 12, 2007 We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted January 3, 2008 Report Share Posted January 3, 2008 If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle downMaybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do nowThink I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a whileTill I can get this demon outYou know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying toIt don't make you do a thing it just lets youWhen I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or twoAnd I'll sure miss youTake me piece by piece till there ain't nothing left worth taking away from meThe highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hearWon't you read my lips if I pull you near enoughCould you read my fortune in the bottem of this coffee cupTell me how to tell when I've had enoughIf morning's a bitch with open arms and night's a girl who's gone to farWhiskey is harder to keep than a woman and it's half as sweet butWomen without whiskey, Women without whiskeyWhiskey is hard to beatWhiskey is hard to beatWomen Without WhiskeyDBT Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted January 16, 2008 Report Share Posted January 16, 2008 If less is moreThan I've got everythingAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewRider Posted January 16, 2008 Report Share Posted January 16, 2008 I guess I'll never grow a sideburn, it's a shame with all I've got to go between.I hope somebody's cause takes soon, it's getting hard to find a place a root can sink.Mama said a lot of things and "Be thankful" was the one she never minded saying twice.Thanks to her I can think clear enough to be thankful that she died before tonight. Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide. Saving everybody takes a man on a mission with a swagger that can set the world at ease.Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger, and the other dumping water in the streets.Talking tough's easy when it's other people's evil and you're judging what they do and don't believe.Seems to me you'd have to have a hole in your own to point a finger at somebody else's sheet. Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide. I don't know how much good it does a man to keep on telling him how good it is he's free.Free to wash his ghost down the drain, free for them to tell him that there's no such thing. Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide. A Ghost To Most - DBT Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Davey Boy 2.0 Posted January 17, 2008 Report Share Posted January 17, 2008 Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend,Be it mine right or wrongfully,I let it slip gladly past the hands of my friendsTo tie up the time most forcefully.But the bottles are done,We've killed each oneAnd the table's full and overflowed.And the corner signSays it's closing time,So I'll bid farewell and be down the road.Oh ev'ry girl that ever I've touched,I did not do it harmfully.And ev'ry girl that ever I've hurt,I did not do it knowin'ly.But to remain as friends and make amendsYou need the time and stay behind.And since my feet are now fastAnd point away from the past,I'll bid farewell and be down the line.Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced,The cause was there before we came.And ev'ry cause that ever I fought,I fought it full without regret or shame.But the dark does dieAs the curtain is drawn and somebody's eyesMust meet the dawn.And if I see the dayI'd only have to stay,So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone.Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.But it's not to stand naked under unknowin' eyes,It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.But the time ain't tall,Yet on time you depend and no word is possessedBy no special friend.And though the line is cut,It ain't quite the end,I'll just bid farewell till we meet again.Oh a false clock tries to tick out my timeTo disgrace, distract, and bother me.And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,And the dust of rumors covers me.But if the arrow is straightAnd the point is slick,It can pierce through dust no matter how thick.So I'll make my standAnd remain as I amAnd bid farewell and not give a damn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted January 25, 2008 Report Share Posted January 25, 2008 Come on mamma, put your good dress onThe night is young and we're goin' downtownWhere faces come and faces goIt ain't very far you knowCome on mamma, is it really that hardTo lose yourself right where you areTill your money's gone and your mind is bentYou couldn't say where midnight wentWinding pathways, blind-sided foolsHow could you let them get the best of youStumblin' footfalls, someone calls your nameBeen calling you, stay just the same, just the sameCome on mamma, let it fade awayFor good this time and gone we'll stayAll the scenes are gonna pass on byI swear we'll leave it all behindWinding pathways, blind-sided foolsHow could you let them get the best of youStumblin' footfalls, someone calls your nameBeen calling you, stay just the same, just the same Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hal Johnson Posted January 25, 2008 Report Share Posted January 25, 2008 Come and knock on our door..... We've been waiting for you...... Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, Three's company too. Come and dance on on our floor...... Take a step that is new..... We've a loveable space that needs your face, Three's company too. You'll see that life is a frolic and laughter is calling for you...... Down at our rendez-vous, Three's company, too!!! They just don write em like they used to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gr8FuL Posted January 25, 2008 Report Share Posted January 25, 2008 Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"Uhh, it's the ten crack commandmentsWhat, uhh, uhhNigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huhCan't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weedTo my hustlin niggazNiggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggazMy triple beam niggaz, word up(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine""TEN"I been in this game for years, it made me a animalIt's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manualA step by step booklet for you to getyour game on track, not your wig pushed backRule nombre uno: never let no one knowhow much, dough you hold, cause you knowThe cheddar breed jealousy 'speciallyif that man fucked up, get your ass stuck upNumber two: never let em know your next moveDon't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violenceTake it from your highness (uh-huh)I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chipsNumber three: never trust no-bo-dyYour moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed upHoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buckshe be layin in the bushes to light that ass upNumber four: know you heard this beforeNever get high, on your own supplyNumber five: never sell no crack where you rest atI don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounceNumber six: that god damn credit, dead itYou think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget itSeven: this rule is so underratedKeep your family and business completely seperatedMoney and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitchFind yourself in serious shitNumber eight: never keep no weight on youThem cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs tooNumber nine shoulda been number one to meIf you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listenThey be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittinNumber ten: a strong word called consignmentStrictly for live men, not for freshmenIf you ain't got the clientele say hell noCause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snowFollow these rules you'll have mad bread to break upIf not, twenty-four years, on the wake upSlug hit your temple, watch your frame shake upCaretaker did your makeup, when you passYour girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeksshe sniffed a whole half of cake upHeard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak upGotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhhCrack king, Frank BlizzardUhh(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine""Ten" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted February 7, 2008 Report Share Posted February 7, 2008 I'm diggin' my graveI'm diggin' my graveMy road to hell is surely pavedWith all the love that I never gaveI'm diggin' my graveOh lord I'm diggin' my graveAnd the hole is madeWith a pick and a spadeAnd all the debts never repaidOh how I wish that I could have stayedBut the hole is madeOh lord the hole is madeAnd the hole is shallow where I must layThe hole is shallowBut that's okayCause I'll have peace on my final dayDown in this shallow hole where I must layWell this July ground is mighty hardThis July ground is mighty hardMy back is brokenMy hands are scaredThis July ground is mighty hardWell lord I wish that I hadn't sinnedOh oh I wish I hadn't sinnedThat I could be with you againOh oh I wish Oh I wish I hadn't sinnedAnd the hole is shallow where I must layAnd the hole is shallow but that's okayCause I'll have peace on my final dayDown in this shallow hole where I must layThis Iowa dirt is mighty coldThis Iowa dirt is mighty coldAnd god will never rest my soulDown in this Iowa dirt so coldI'm diggin' my graveWell, I'm diggin' my graveMy road to hell is surely pavedWith all the love that I never gaveI'm diggin' my graveOh lord I'm diggin' my grave- Diggin' My GraveWilliam Elliott Whitmore Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted February 15, 2008 Report Share Posted February 15, 2008 I can sawA woman in twoBut you won't want to lookIn the box when I'm throughChorus:I can make loveAnd disappearFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerI can pull a rabbitOut of a hatI can pull it outBut I can't put it backChorusStep right upFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerStep right upFor my next trickI'll need a volunteer'Cause it's lonely up hereWhen the tricks have been playedAnd the spotlight has fadedAnd the plans that we madeHave fallen apartIt's lonely as HellAnd there's no magic spellFor a broken heartPut me in chainsI will escapeYou better not wait up'Cause I might be lateChorusIt's lonely up hereWhen the tricks have been playedAnd the spotlight has fadedAnd the plans that we madeHave fallen apartIt's lonely as HellAnd there's no magic spellFor a broken heartI can sawA woman in twoBut you won't want to lookIn the box when I'm throughChorusFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerStep right upFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerStep right upFor my next trickI'll need a volunteerAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted February 25, 2008 Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 I'm going to the doctor's on FridayI'm going to the doctor's on FridayThey make me better, they give me pills of all sorts,my GP's going to help me this FridayHer name's Suzanne and she's got a PhDand i think that she likes me,(well she's always smiling)Don't think I'm wasting your timethis is not a drama piece of mineI'm not here to tell you liesSuzanne you better believe me this timeHelp me Suzanne, help help me Suzanne!Help me Suzanne, help help me Suzanne!She told me to stop smoking but I'll do it anywaysThey told me to stop smoking but I'll do it anywaysI don't care now, I can't see it hurt meThey told me to stop drinking but I'll do it anywayThey told me to stop drinking but I'll do it anywayI don't care now, maybe I've died insideDon't think that I'm wasting your timethis is not a drama piece of mineI'm not here to tell you liesSuzanne - you better believe me this timeHelp me Suzanne, help help me Suzanne!Help me Suzanne, help help me Suzanne!Hear it here (it is funner than it reads) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted February 26, 2008 Report Share Posted February 26, 2008 RE: Your BrainsHeya Tom, it's Bob,From the office down the hall.It's good to see you buddy,How've ya been?Things have been okay for me,Except that I'm a zombie now.I really wish you'd let us in.I think I speak for all of us when I say I understandWhy you folks might hesitate to submit to our demands,But here's an FYI - you're all gonna die, screaming.All we wanna do is eat your brainsWere not unreasonable,I mean no-one's gonna eat your eyesAll we wanna do is eat your brainsWere at an impasse here,Maybe we should compromise.If you open up the door,We'll all come inside and eat your brains.I don't wanna nitpick Tom, but is this really your plan -Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?Maybe that's okay for now,But someday you'll be out of food and guns,And you'll have to make the call.I'm not surprised to see you haven't thought it through enough -You never had the head for all that 'bigger picture' stuff.But Tom, that's what I do,And I plan on eating you, slowly.All we wanna do is eat your brainsWere not unreasonable,I mean no-one's gonna eat your eyesAll we wanna do is eat your brainsWere at an impasse hereMaybe we should compromiseIf you open up the door,We'll all come inside and eat your brainsI'd like to help you Tom,In any way I can.I sure appreciate the way you're working with me.I'm not a monster Tom - well, technically I am...I guess I am...I've got another meeting Tom;Maybe we could wrap it up.I know we'll get to common ground somehow.Meanwhile I'll report back to my colleagues,Who are chewing on the doors.I guess we'll table this for now.I'm glad to see you take constructive criticism wellThank you for your time, I know we're all busy as hell.And we'll put this thing to bed,When I bash your head open.All we wanna do is eat your brainsWere not unreasonable,I mean no-one's gonna eat your eyesAll we wanna do is eat your brainsWere at an impasse hereMaybe we should compromiseIf you open up the door,We'll all come inside and eat your brains-- BobThe embedded player can be a bit sucky. Alternate link Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hal Johnson Posted February 26, 2008 Report Share Posted February 26, 2008 Hey man, listen up. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. You know that new Depeche Mode album? It sucks. You know what? That new Cure album? It sucks. That new Happy Mondays album? I don't know if there is one, but if there is, it sucks. I can say this 'cause I know. 'Cause I'm a Doors fan. And you know, if you want to be a Doors fan, you know what? You might already be one, and you don't even know it. You know, sort of like being gay, you're walking around, you know something's up, you just don't know what it is. You see, Doors fans aren't made, they're born. I'll bet right now, in Africa, there's some guy madely beatin' on a drum; he's one. Or an old lady on a bus, suckin' humbugs; she's a Rider on The Storm, and she don't even know it. I do... 'Cause I'm a Doors fan.And if you want to be a Doors fan, don't just go buy a greatest hits album. Greatest Hits albums are for housewives and little girls. You want to be a Doors fan, you gotta do it right. It's very scientific. You gotta buy Waiting For The Sun. It's their third album, but really it's their first. We call it the departure point.Okay, Quick quiz: Who's on bass? No bass. That's right. The Doors had no bass. You see, the gypsies ad no homes. Don't let that scare you, let that free you. Let that liberate you. 'Cause when you're free-flying with the Doors, man, you don't need no safety net. If you scream, "Viva la Doors!" loud enough for your landlord to start thumpin' on the walls, then you might in fact be a Doors fan.There's one way to know for absolute sure. Get an eight-track tape of LA Woman -there's only a few in existence- and steal a car. Even if you own one, steal a car. Get in that car, play the tape, full blast, and drive West. When the tape ends, get out, and go to the nearest bar, and start to play pool, or pinbball, or possibly even foosball, and wait to get into a fight. Afterwards, get back into that car, and drive till it runs out of gas. Then, torch it. And if, as you're standing there, watching those flames, if you can still hear the Doors sound, you will have become a Doors fan. You wanna know how I know? You wanna know who told me? Well, last year, Jim fuckin' Morrisson told me, that's who. He came to me, 'cause I'm a Doors fan. I'm a Doors fan, man... man, I love their sound. I like the Doors. - B. McCulloch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted February 26, 2008 Report Share Posted February 26, 2008 :laugh: (@ Hal)Chris Cornell covers the only song that makes me need to get up and dance even when I don't want to .. in a way that makes me not feel the need to dance.She was more like a beauty queenFrom a movie screenI said, 'don't mindBut what do you meanI am the oneWho will dance on the floor, in the round'She said, 'I am the one, who will danceOn the floor in the round'She said her name was Billie JeanAnd she caused a sceneAnd all the heads turned with eyesThat dreamed of being the oneWho will dance on the floor, in the roundPeople always told me,'Be careful of what you doDon't go aroundBreaking young girls' heartsMomma always told me,'Be careful of who you loveCareful what you doBefore the lie becomes the truth'Billie Jean is not my loverShe's just a girl who says thatI am the oneBut the kid is not my sonShe says I am the oneBut the kid is not my sonFor forty days and forty nightsThe law was on her sideBut who can standWhen she's in demandHer schemes and her plans'Cause we danced on the floor, in the roundSo take my strong adviceRemember to always think twice(Do think twice)She told my babyThat we danced till threeAnd she looked at meShe showed a photoMy baby criedHis eyes were like mine'Cause we danced on the floor, in the roundPeople always told me,'Be careful of what you doDon't go aroundBreaking young girls' hearts'And she stood right by meThe smell of sweet perfumeThis happened much too soonShe called me to her room(HEYYYYY!)Billie Jean is not my loverShe's just the girl who says thatI am the oneBut the kid is not my sonShe says I am the oneBut the kid is not my sonSo take my strong advice,And remember to always think twice.(Do think twice)[Cornell's version of the lyrics, not MJ's]Hear it here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted February 27, 2008 Report Share Posted February 27, 2008 Please don't pass me by (A disgrace)I was walking in New York City and I brushed upagainst the man in front of me. I felt a cardboardplacard on his back. And when we passed astreetlight, I could read it, it said "Pleasedon't pass me by - I am blind, but you can see-I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass meby." I was walking along 7th Avenue, when Icame to 14th Street I saw on the corner curiousmutilations of the human form; it was a school forhandicapped people. And there were cripples, andpeople in wheelchairs and crutches and it wassnowing, and I got this sense that the whole citywas singing this:Oh please don't pass me by, oh please don't passme by, for I am blind, but you can see, yes, I'vebeen blinded totally, oh please don't pass me by.And you know as I was walking I thought it wasthem who were singing it, I thought it was theywho were singing it, I thought it was the otherwho was singing it, I thought it was someone else.But as I moved along I knew it was me, and that Iwas singing it to myself. It went:Please don't pass me by, oh please don't pass meby, for I am blind, but you can see, well, I'vebeen blinded totally, oh please don't pass me by.Oh please don't pass me by.Now I know that you're sitting there deep in yourvelvet seats and you're thinking "Uh, he's upthere saying something that he thinks about, butI'll never have to sing that song." But Ipromise you friends, that you're going to besinging this song: it may not be tonight, it maynot be tomorrow, but one day you'll be on yourknees and I want you to know the words when thetime comes. Because you're going to have to singit to yourself, or to another, or to your brother.You're going to have to learn to sing this song,it goes:Please don't pass me by, ah you don't have to singthis .. not for you. Please don't pass me by, forI am blind, but you can see, yes, I've beenblinded totally, oh please don't pass me by.Well I sing this for the Jews and the Gypsies andthe smoke that they made. And I sing this for thechildren of England, their faces so grave. And Ising this for a saviour with no one to save. Hey,won't you be naked for me? Hey, won't you be nakedfor me? It goes:Please don't pass me by, oh please don't pass meby, for I am blind, but you can see, yes, I'vebeen blinded totally, oh now, please don't pass meby.Now there's nothing that I tell you that will helpyou connect the blood tortured night with the daythat comes next. But I want it to hurt you, I wantit to end. Oh, won't you be naked for me? Oh now:Please don't pass me by, oh please don't pass meby, for I am blind, but you can see, yes, I'vebeen blinded totally, oh now, please don't pass meby.Well I sing this song for you Blonde Beasts, Ising this song for you Venuses upon your shells onthe foam of the sea. And I sing this for thefreaks and the cripples, and the hunchback, andthe burned, and the burning, and the maimed, andthe broken, and the torn, and all of those thatyou talk about at the coffee tables, at themeetings, and the demonstrations, on the streets,in your music, in my songs. I mean the real onesthat are burning, I mean the real ones that areburningI say, Please don't pass me by, oh now, pleasedon't pass me by, for I am blind, but you can see,ah now, I've been blinded totally, oh no, pleasedon't pass me by.I know that you still think that its me. I knowthat you think that there's somebody else. I knowthat these words aren't yours. But I tell youfriends that one dayYou're going to get down on your knees, you'regoing to get down on your knees, you're going toget down on your knees, you're going to get downon your knees, you're going to get down on yourknees, you're going to get down on your knees,you're going to get down on your knees, you'regoing to get down on your knees, you're going toget down ...Oh, please don't pass me by, oh, please don't passme by, for I am blind, yeah but you can see, yes,I've been blinded totally, oh, please don't passme by.Well you know I have my songs and I have my poems.I have my book and I have the army, and sometimesI have your applause. I make some money, but youknow what my friends, I'm still out there on thecorner. I'm with the freaks, I'm with the hunted,I'm with the maimed, yes I'm with the torn, I'mwith the down, I'm with the poor. Come on now ...Ah, please don't pass me by, well I've got to gonow friends, but, please don't pass me by, for Iam blind, yeah but you can see, oh, I've beenblinded, I've been blinded totally, oh now, pleasedon't pass me by.Now I want to take away my dignity, yes take mydignity. My friends, take my dignity, take myform, take my style, take my honour, take mycourage, take my time, take my time, .. time ..'Cause you know I'm with you singing this song.And I wish you would, I wish you would, I wish youwould go home with someone else. Wish you'd gohome with someone else. I wish you'd go home withsomeone else. Don't be the person that you camewith. Oh, don't be the person that you came with,Oh don't be the person that you came with. Ah, I'mnot going to be. I can't stand him. I can't standwho I am. That's why I've got to get down on myknees. Because I can't make it by myself. I'm notby myself anymore because the man I was before hewas a tyrant, he was a slave, he was in chains, hewas broken and then he sang:Oh, please don't pass me by, oh, please don't passme by, for I am blind, yes I am blind, Oh but youcan see, yes, I've been blinded totally, oh,please don't pass me by.Well I hope I see you out there on the corner.Yeah I hope as I go by that I hear you whisperwith the breeze. Because I'm going to leave younow, I'm going to find me someone new. Findsomeone new.And please don't pass me by.(Hear it here) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewRider Posted February 27, 2008 Report Share Posted February 27, 2008 All I can see is black and whiteAnd white and pink with blades of blueThat lay between the words I think on a pageI was meaning to send toYou I couldn't tell if it'd bring my heartThe way I wanted when I startedWriting this letter to youBut if I could you know I wouldJust hold your hand and you'd understandI'm the man who loves youAll I can be is a busy seaOf spinning wheels and hands that feel forStones to throw and feet that run butCome back homeIt made no differenceEver known, it made no differenceEver known to meBut if I could you know I wouldJust hold your hand and you'd understandI'm the man who loves youAll I can see is black and whiteAnd white and pink with blades of blueThat lay between the words I think on a pageI was meaning to send toYou I couldn't tell if it'd bring my heartThe way I wanted when I startedWriting this letter to youBut if I could you know I wouldJust hold your hand and you'd understandIf I could you know I wouldJust hold your hand and you'd understandIf I could you know I wouldJust hold your hand and you'd understandI'm the man who loves you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 2, 2008 Report Share Posted April 2, 2008 Helplessly hopingHer harlequin hovers nearbyAwaiting a wordGasping at glimpsesOf gentle true spiritHe runs, wishing he could flyOnly to trip at the sound of good-byeWordlessly watchingHe waits by the windowAnd wonders At the empty place insideHeartlessly helping himself to her bad dreamsHe worriesDid he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?They are one personThey are two aloneThey are three togetherThey are for each otherStand by the stairwayYou'll see somethingCertain to tell you confusion has its costLove isn't lyingIt's loose in a lady who lingersSaying she is lostAnd choking on helloThey are one personThey are two aloneThey are three togetherThey are for each other Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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