Best Lyric....
16 April 2003, 10:51 PM
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Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now
Becasue the Night - 10,000 Maniacs
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now
Becasue the Night - 10,000 Maniacs
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16 April 2003, 11:16 PM
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But sometimes i'd feel more fulfilled,
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill.
I want to Live & i want to Love,
I want to catch something i might be ashamed of.
Frankly Mr.Shankly - The Smiths
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill.
I want to Live & i want to Love,
I want to catch something i might be ashamed of.
Frankly Mr.Shankly - The Smiths
17 April 2003, 10:41 AM
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If I were to say to you " can you keep a secret ".
Would you know just what to do, or where to keep it.
ABC - Poison Arrow.
Watch the mirror, count the lines.
The battle scars of all the good times.
Soft Cell - Bedsitter.
Gives away my age !!.
[Edited by daiscooby - 17/04/2003 11:09:13]
Would you know just what to do, or where to keep it.
ABC - Poison Arrow.
Watch the mirror, count the lines.
The battle scars of all the good times.
Soft Cell - Bedsitter.
Gives away my age !!.
[Edited by daiscooby - 17/04/2003 11:09:13]
17 April 2003, 10:50 AM
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Bit obscure but..
"I suffer with a disease that makes me forget the ends of verses,"
"La la la la la la la".
The Abs - Englebert Humperdink's Racing Pigeon.
..and from the same song...
"Do you like Rudyard Kipling?"
"Well I've never seen him kipple."
"I suffer with a disease that makes me forget the ends of verses,"
"La la la la la la la".
The Abs - Englebert Humperdink's Racing Pigeon.
..and from the same song...
"Do you like Rudyard Kipling?"
"Well I've never seen him kipple."
17 April 2003, 10:57 AM
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Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Stalker's national anthem..
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Stalker's national anthem..
17 April 2003, 11:14 AM
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I'd like to lick your milky puss
And screw you to the floor
Bring on the Nubiles - The Stranglers
All of Johnny 99 by Bruce Springsteen.
All of Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2
And screw you to the floor
Bring on the Nubiles - The Stranglers
All of Johnny 99 by Bruce Springsteen.
All of Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2
17 April 2003, 11:34 AM
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"Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yeap, what a concept
I could use a litle fuel myself
and we can all use a little change"
All this bearing inmind I'm working this weekend!
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yeap, what a concept
I could use a litle fuel myself
and we can all use a little change"
All this bearing inmind I'm working this weekend!
17 April 2003, 11:35 AM
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Two of my faves 
Hungry violence seeker, feeding on the weaker from Metallica's Battery
and
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every mother f**ker that's in your way from Marilyn Manson's Beautiful People
Loads of others but they sprung to mind
Hungry violence seeker, feeding on the weaker from Metallica's Battery
and
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every mother f**ker that's in your way from Marilyn Manson's Beautiful People
Loads of others but they sprung to mind
17 April 2003, 11:40 AM
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I pick up the phone,
I dial any number,
I pull out my muscle,
A throbbing cucumber,
Cos Im a....Telephone....Masturbater
(The pork dukes circa 76/77)
Or more mainstream:
I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of you all to myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning oh I'm turning yeah I'm turning now I'm
turning that
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
(coutesy of www.letssingit.com!!!)
I dial any number,
I pull out my muscle,
A throbbing cucumber,
Cos Im a....Telephone....Masturbater
(The pork dukes circa 76/77)
Or more mainstream:
I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of you all to myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning oh I'm turning yeah I'm turning now I'm
turning that
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think
so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
(coutesy of www.letssingit.com!!!)
17 April 2003, 12:04 PM
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Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich: recorded by Baz Luhrmann.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich: recorded by Baz Luhrmann.
17 April 2003, 12:43 PM
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She Chameleon by Marillion - All about the excesses of touring, i.e The groupies
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Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch
When she moved, her presence speared me
When she spoke, her words ensnared me
Watch the lizard, watch the lizard,
Watch the lizard with the crimson veil
She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave
As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade
Within the spiral of the cigarette
You betrayed your bedside etiquette
I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard
I touched the lizard with the crimson veil
I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before
The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl ******
They know what they want, they sing your name
And glide between the sheets
I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet
So was it just a ****, was it just a ****, just another **** I said
Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed
So was it just a ****, was it just a ****, just another **** I bled
Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn
Betrayed on a lizard's bed
We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon
[Edited by MattW - 17/04/2003 12:45:10]
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Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch
When she moved, her presence speared me
When she spoke, her words ensnared me
Watch the lizard, watch the lizard,
Watch the lizard with the crimson veil
She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave
As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade
Within the spiral of the cigarette
You betrayed your bedside etiquette
I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard
I touched the lizard with the crimson veil
I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before
The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl ******
They know what they want, they sing your name
And glide between the sheets
I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet
So was it just a ****, was it just a ****, just another **** I said
Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed
So was it just a ****, was it just a ****, just another **** I bled
Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn
Betrayed on a lizard's bed
We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon
[Edited by MattW - 17/04/2003 12:45:10]
17 April 2003, 01:38 PM
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Hey mister a**hole
What you dirty a**hole
Sittin' in your castle
Judging everyone
You're actin like it's chill
When the deal's gettin' ill
Why don't you break your brace on my head
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Total paranoia
Tryin to annoy ya
Everything I do is to try to **** you up
Screwdriver drillin'
How served spasm
Drunk stove on the situation dude
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Beck - Mother****er
What you dirty a**hole
Sittin' in your castle
Judging everyone
You're actin like it's chill
When the deal's gettin' ill
Why don't you break your brace on my head
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Total paranoia
Tryin to annoy ya
Everything I do is to try to **** you up
Screwdriver drillin'
How served spasm
Drunk stove on the situation dude
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Everyone's out to get you mother****er
Beck - Mother****er
17 April 2003, 08:34 PM
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This is your action news reporter once again
And we're here at the gas station
Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?
Yeh, I did...I was just in here gettin' my tires checked
And he just appeared out of the traffic
Come streakin' around the grease rack there
Didn't have nothing on but a smile
I looked in there and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink
I hollered...Don't look Ethel
It was too late...She'd already been mooned
Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers
He ain't rude, boogedy, boogedy
He ain't lewd, boogedy, boogedy
He's just in the mood to run in the nude
Oh yes, they call him the streak
He likes to turn the other cheek
He's always making the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique...
The Streak by Ray Stevens.... Quality!!!!!!
And we're here at the gas station
Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?
Yeh, I did...I was just in here gettin' my tires checked
And he just appeared out of the traffic
Come streakin' around the grease rack there
Didn't have nothing on but a smile
I looked in there and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink
I hollered...Don't look Ethel
It was too late...She'd already been mooned
Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers
He ain't rude, boogedy, boogedy
He ain't lewd, boogedy, boogedy
He's just in the mood to run in the nude
Oh yes, they call him the streak
He likes to turn the other cheek
He's always making the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique...
The Streak by Ray Stevens.... Quality!!!!!!
17 April 2003, 08:52 PM
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I believe in this, and it's been tested by research
that he who f*cks nuns will later join the Church
Clash - Death or Glory
or
(chorus)
I am the one in ten
A number on a list
I am the one in ten
Even though i don`t exist
Nobody knows me
Even though i`m always there
A statistic, a reminder
Of a world that doesn`t care
My arms enfold the dole queue
Malnutrition dulls my hair
My eyes are black and lifeless
With an underprivileged stare
I`m the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I`m the child that never learns to read
`cause no-one spared the time
(chorus)
I`m the murderer and the victim
The licence with the gun
I`m a sad and bruised old lady
In an ally in a slum
I`m a middle aged businessman
With chronic heart disease
I`m another teenaged suicide
In a street that has no trees
(chorus)
I`m a starving third world mother
A refugee without a home
I`m a house wife hooked on valium
I`m a pensioner alone
I`m a cancer ridden spectre
Covering the earth
I`m another hungry baby
I`m an accident of birth.
(chorus)
UB40 - 1 in 10
OR
september '77
Port elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
-the man is dead
When i try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
-the man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
-the man is dead
And the eyes of the world are
Watching now
Watching now
Peter Gabriel - Biko
Edited to put the sodding band names in!!
[Edited by Scumbag - 17/04/2003 20:54:31]
that he who f*cks nuns will later join the Church
Clash - Death or Glory
or
(chorus)
I am the one in ten
A number on a list
I am the one in ten
Even though i don`t exist
Nobody knows me
Even though i`m always there
A statistic, a reminder
Of a world that doesn`t care
My arms enfold the dole queue
Malnutrition dulls my hair
My eyes are black and lifeless
With an underprivileged stare
I`m the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I`m the child that never learns to read
`cause no-one spared the time
(chorus)
I`m the murderer and the victim
The licence with the gun
I`m a sad and bruised old lady
In an ally in a slum
I`m a middle aged businessman
With chronic heart disease
I`m another teenaged suicide
In a street that has no trees
(chorus)
I`m a starving third world mother
A refugee without a home
I`m a house wife hooked on valium
I`m a pensioner alone
I`m a cancer ridden spectre
Covering the earth
I`m another hungry baby
I`m an accident of birth.
(chorus)
UB40 - 1 in 10
OR
september '77
Port elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
-the man is dead
When i try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
-the man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
-the man is dead
And the eyes of the world are
Watching now
Watching now
Peter Gabriel - Biko
Edited to put the sodding band names in!!
[Edited by Scumbag - 17/04/2003 20:54:31]
