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    Lose Your Way
    Sophie B. Hawkins


    I have no confidence
    And I can’t see why I should
    But I could do most anything for you
    And you know I would
    I try too hard
    And then I give up way too easily
    I'm the runner up inside of you
    And you’re the winner inside of me

    Lose your way
    And I will follow
    Here today
    And here tomorrow
    Like my freedom I know
    I’ll never let you go

    I still wish on the evening star
    And I s’pose I always will
    Every child loses something
    A whole life can’t fulfill
    And when you cry I feel the sky
    Burst open in my veins
    If loving you makes a slave of me
    Then I'll spend my whole life in chains

    Lose your way
    And I will follow
    Here today
    And here tomorrow
    Like my freedom I know
    I’ll never let you go.

    Walk the line
    I’ll walk inside you
    Change your mind
    Let your love decide you
    It’s the reason I know
    You’ll never let me go

    ********************************************

    For Louise

    At My Most Beautiful
    REM


    I've found away to make you,
    I've found a way,
    A way to make you smile.

    I read bad poetry, into your machine,
    I save your messages, just to hear your voice,
    You always listen carefully, to what went wrong,
    You always say your name, like I wouldn’t know it’s you
    At your most beautiful.

    I've found a way to make you,
    I've found a way,
    A way to make you smile.

    At my most beautiful,
    I count your eyelashes, secretly,
    With every one whisper I love you, I let you sleep,
    I know you closed eye watching me, listening,
    I thought I saw a smile.

    (dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut durrurrurrurr)

    I've found a way to,
    I've found a way,
    A way to make you smile.
    Last edited by Drogue; February 3, 2004, 15:49.
    Smile
    For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next
    But he would think of something

    "Hm. I suppose I should get my waffle a santa hat." - Kuciwalker

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    • Originally posted by boann
      i like those songs drogue
      sorry your feeling sad today
      Thanks :hug: It's much appreciated.
      Smile
      For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next
      But he would think of something

      "Hm. I suppose I should get my waffle a santa hat." - Kuciwalker

      Comment


      • 45 Years Ago Today. The Big Bopper, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens

        The Day The Music Died
        American Pie



        Verse 1
        A long long time ago
        I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
        And I knew if I had my chance
        That I could make those people dance
        And maybe they'd be happy for a while
        But February made me shiver
        With every paper I'd deliver
        Bad news on the doorstep
        I couldn't take one more step
        I can't remember if I cried
        When I read about his widowed bride
        But something touched me deep inside
        The day the music died

        {Refrain}

        So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
        Drove my chevy to the levee
        But the levee was dry
        And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Singin' this'll be the day that I die
        This'll be the day that I die


        Verse 2
        Did you write the Book of Love
        And do you have faith in God above
        If the Bible tells you so
        Do you believe in rock n' roll
        Can music save your mortal soul
        And can you teach me how to dance real slow
        Well, I know that you're in love with him
        'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
        You both kicked off your shoes
        Man, I dig those rhythm & blues
        I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck
        With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
        But I knew I was out of luck
        The day the music died
        I started singin'

        {Refrain}

        Verse 3
        Now for ten years we've been on our own
        And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
        But that's not how it used to be
        When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
        In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
        In a voice that came from you and me
        Oh, and while the King was looking down
        The Jester stole his thorny crown
        The courtroom was adjourned
        No verdict was returned
        And while Lenin read a book on Marx
        The quartet practiced in the park
        And we sang dirges in the dark
        The day the music died
        We were singin'

        {Refrain}


        Verse 4
        Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
        The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
        Eight miles high and falling fast
        It landed foul on the grass
        The players tried for a forward pass
        With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
        Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
        While the Sergeants played a marching tune
        We all got up to dance
        Oh but we never got the chance
        'Cause the players tried to take the field
        The marching band refused to yield
        Do you recall what was revealed
        The day the music died
        We started singing


        {Refrain}

        Verse 5
        Oh, and there we were, all in one place
        A generation lost in space
        With no time left to start again
        So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick
        Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
        'Cause fire is the devils only friend
        Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
        My hands were clenched in fists of rage
        No angel born in Hell
        Could break that Satan's spell
        And as flames climbed high into the night
        To light the sacrificial rite
        I saw Satan laughing with delight
        The day the music died
        He was singing


        {Refrain}

        Verse 6
        I met a girl who sang the blues
        And I asked her for some happy news
        But she just smiled and turned away
        I went down to the sacred store
        Where I'd heard the music years before
        But the man there said the music wouldn't play

        And in the streets the children screamed
        The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
        But not a word was spoken
        The church bells all were broken
        And the three men I admire most
        The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
        They caught the last train for the coast
        The day the music died
        And they were singin'


        {Refrain}

        Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
        Drove my chevy to the levy
        But the levy was dry
        And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
        Singing this'll be the day that I die

        They were singin'
        Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
        Drove my chevy to the levy
        But the levy was dry
        And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
        Singing this'll be the day that I die

        *********************************
        Chantilly Lace
        Big Bopper


        Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking
        Oh you sweet thing
        Do I what
        Will I what
        Oh baby you know what I like

        Chantilly lace and a pretty face
        And a pony tail hanging down
        That wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk
        Makes the world go round
        There ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
        That makes me act so funny, make me spend my money
        Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
        Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like

        What's that baby
        But, but, but, oh honey
        But, oh baby you know what I like

        Chorus

        What's that honey
        Pick you up at 8 and don't be late
        But baby I ain't got no money honey
        Oh alright baby you know what I like

        Chorus

        **************************************

        Rave On
        Buddy Holly


        Well the little things you say and do
        Make me want to be with you
        Rave on it's a crazy feelin and
        I know its got me reelin
        When you say, I love you
        Rave on

        The way you dance and hold me tight
        The way you kiss and say goodnight
        Rave on it's a crazy feelin and
        I know its got me reelin
        When you say, I love you
        Rave on

        Well rave on
        Its a crazy feelin
        and I know
        Its got me reelin
        Im so glad
        That you're revealin your love for me

        Well rave on
        Rave on and tell me
        Tell me
        Not to be lonely
        Tell me
        You love me only
        Rave on to me

        Well rave on
        Its a crazy feelin
        and I know
        Its got me reelin
        Im so glad
        That you're revealin your love for me

        Well rave on
        Rave on and tell me
        Tell me
        Not to be lonely
        Tell me
        You love me only
        Rave on to me

        ****************************************

        Donna
        Ritchie Valens


        Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna
        Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna

        I had a girl
        Donna was her name
        Since she left me
        I've never been the same
        'cause I love my girl
        Donna, where can you be? Where can you be?

        Now that you're gone
        I'm left all alone
        All by myself
        To wander and roam
        'cause I love my girl
        Donna, where can you be? Where can you be?

        Well, darlin', now that you're gone
        I don't know what I'll do
        All the time and all my love for yo-ou-ou

        I had a girl
        Donna was her name
        Since she left me
        I've never been the same
        'cause I love my girl
        Donna, where can you be? Where can you be?

        Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna
        Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna



        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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        • Clap For The Wolfman
          Guess Who


          Clap for the Wolfman
          He gonna rate your record high
          Clap for the Wolfman
          You gonna dig him til the day you die

          Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl
          They were friend's of mine
          The highway's on my moonlight drive
          Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss"
          She said "no, no, no"
          Romance ain't keepin' me alive
          I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
          She said "uh, uh, uh"
          So I was left out in the cold
          I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of"
          She said "I don't want to know"
          (Wolfman Jack: "Oh you know, she was diggin' the cat on the radio")

          Clap for the Wolfman
          He gonna rate your record high
          (WJ: "Yes baby, I your doctor in love")
          Clap for the Wolfman
          You gonna dig him til the day you die
          (WJ: "Everybody talkin' about the Wolfman's confidence of love")

          Seventy five, eighty miles an hour
          She hollers "slow, slow, slow"
          "Baby I can stop right on a dime"
          I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss"
          She said "no, no, no"
          But how was I to bide my time
          I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
          She said "uh, uh, uh"
          Said I'm about to overload
          I said "you're what I've been livin' for"
          She said "I don't want to know"
          (WJ: "Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me")

          Clap for the Wolfman
          He gonna rate your record high
          (WJ: "As long as you got the curves baby, I got the angles")
          Clap for the Wolfman
          You gonna dig him til the day you die
          (WJ: "It's all accoridng to how your boogaloo situation stands, you
          understand")

          Clap for the Wolfman
          He gonna rate your record high
          (WJ: "You ain't gonna get 'em, cuz I got 'em")
          Clap for the Wolfman
          You gonna dig him til the day you die
          (WJ: "You might wanna try, but I'm gonna keep 'em")
          Clap for the Wolfman
          Clap for the Wolfman
          (WJ: "And I got 'em all")
          Clap for the Wolfman
          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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          • Zounds

            Demystification

            I look out the window and I wonder at it all,
            Staring at the symbols that decorate the wall,
            And everybody's calling to come and join them all,
            But I can't go with no one till I understand the call.

            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.

            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification about what's going on.

            My electronic shaver won't plug into the wall,
            Now I can't go to the party the electrician didn't call,
            And I hear they're counting numbers in a store down in Whitehall,
            So much information what can they do with it all?

            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.

            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification about what's going on.

            Some people talk of Shiva and some they talk of God,
            Some talk of politicians and some they talk of love,
            Demystify their heroes with the chances we could take,
            I'm not looking for escapism I just want to escape.

            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.

            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification about what's going on.

            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
            Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.

            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification about what's going on,
            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification,
            I want some demystification about what's going on.

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            • dp
              Last edited by Bereta_Eder; February 4, 2004, 15:53.

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              • Big Sleep

                Looking for a girl with a washing machine

                I'm looking for a girl
                with a washing machine
                and a room that's cool and shady
                I'm looking for a girl
                with a shower and bath
                come on, baby, don't look at me like that

                I'm looking for a girl
                with a washing machine
                I ain't saying
                I ain't saying I'm dirty
                and I ain't saying I'm clean

                oooh oooh



                Cracker

                I Hate My Generation

                I hate my generation
                I offer no apologies
                I hate my generation, yeah

                I hate my generation
                I picked it up and threw it away
                I hate my generation

                It's alright
                It's alright

                I hate my generation
                Now that I said it
                I feel liberated
                I hate my generation now

                I hate my generation
                I offer no apologies
                I hate my generation now

                It's alright
                alright
                alright

                I hate my
                I hate my
                I hate my

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                • heresey, nine inch nails.

                  he sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see
                  he tries to tell me what I put inside of me
                  he's got the answers to ease my curiosity
                  he dreamed up a god and called it Christianity
                  your god is dead and no one cares
                  if there is a hell I will see you there
                  he flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line
                  he made a virus that would kill off all the swine
                  his perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
                  demands devotion atrocities done in his name
                  your god is dead and no one cares
                  drowning in his own hypocrisy
                  and if there is a hell I will see you there
                  burning with your god in humility
                  will you die for this?
                  I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                  [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                  • Messiah don't come / Shalom Hanoh
                    ( Translation from Hebrew : me )

                    Sitting for hours waiting for the Messiah to come
                    Messiah's a key man, and got connections like none
                    a thick cloud of smoke, Jeruham lets out a sigh
                    Judas looks at the clock, a blank stare in his eye

                    An office up north, Artzieli consulting and law
                    It's the mid-of the day, and Messiah won't show
                    Presses the buzzer, and says " hey,
                    will you bring us some coffee today".


                    Messiah won't come.
                    Messiah won't answer the phone.


                    A roaring silence, five people nervously wait
                    The door slowly opens, Yardena comes with a plate
                    The black one to Judas, The son asks for a coke
                    Yardena walks out, Ezra continues to smoke

                    Because hours just continue to pass along by
                    Old man Artzieli feels that he somehow knows why
                    wiping his sweat,
                    he yells at his son..

                    Messiah won't come,
                    Messia won't answer the phone.

                    The Door bell ring tears through the hum of the fan
                    Jeruham runs to the door, as fast as he can
                    Artzieli the son takes a look his dad
                    And in the entrance a policeman is standing, quite sad

                    And Judah says
                    Something happened I guess
                    Jeruham answers
                    They don't just send them, so probably, yes

                    The Policeman says
                    there was an accident, so

                    Messiah won't come,
                    Messiah won't answer the phone

                    An accident for whom, asks Artizeli the son
                    For the whole country,you see, answers the cop
                    The stock market crashed, people jump of the roof
                    Messiah jumped, he's dead now, and we have a proof.
                    We're all doomed, Ezra the contractor cries
                    We have no money, and Messiah's up in the skies.
                    And pretty Yardena grumbles quietly,
                    This cannot be!

                    Messiah won't come.
                    Messiah won't answer the phone.

                    "Black december" the fronts of the newspapers say
                    The minister of Finance gave an interview today
                    "The public is stupid, so the public will pay"
                    "As easy as it comes, as easy it will go away"
                    The man on the street will pay all of the cost
                    And to me Yardena is interesting the most

                    Go to the army,
                    and count the money that's gone

                    And Messiah won't come
                    Messiah won't answer the phone

                    Repeat Chorus
                    urgh.NSFW

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                    • Thanks, Azazel.
                      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                      • Triple Shot Thursday; Ray Stevens

                        Hugo The Human Cannonball

                        Well, they came to town
                        With their elephants and clowns
                        On a hit sticky August day

                        And every telephone pole
                        Had a poster that told
                        Of the thrills that were coming our way

                        There were trapeze fliers
                        And men that ate fire
                        And things we never dreamed existed

                        And the radio and TV
                        Told us we’d be
                        Fools if we dared to miss it.

                        Now all three rings
                        Held wondrous things
                        Marvels of every invention

                        But the big long shrouded
                        Shape in the corner
                        Increasingly drew our attention

                        There were bareback riders
                        Lions and tigers
                        And clowns in their itty bitty car

                        But every woman and man
                        And child in the stand
                        Had come to see the star

                        Then a hush fell on the crowd
                        As the men pulled the shroud
                        From the muzzle that was 30 feet long

                        And to screams and cheers
                        He finally appeared
                        And flamboyantly bowed to the throng

                        He wore red sequined tights
                        That sparkled in the lights
                        And boots that came to his knees

                        And a chromium
                        football helmet
                        And a cape that flapped in the breeze

                        And the dazzled crowd
                        Shouted out loud
                        You could hear them one and all

                        We want Hugo!
                        Hugo! Hugo!
                        The Human Cannonball

                        The aim was carefully calculated
                        The trajectory was precise

                        The charge was carefully measured
                        And poured into the loading device

                        The fuse was trimmed, the lights were dimmed
                        Hugo slid down the barrel and then

                        All was ready and Hugo’s daddy
                        Counted down from

                        Ten!
                        And the drums rolled

                        Nine
                        And our blood ran cold

                        Eight!
                        The ambulance stood by

                        Seven!
                        Several woman cried

                        Six!
                        The spotlight hit the net

                        Five!
                        No one would ever forget

                        Four!
                        Eternity passed

                        Three!
                        Every heart beat fast

                        Two!
                        And Hugo’s daddy said, “Are you ready Hugo?”

                        One!
                        And from the bowels of the gun, “I’m a-ready, Papa!”

                        Boom!

                        Well, fire and smoke belched
                        Out of the cannon
                        And the earth trembled for a while

                        And the big gun roared
                        And Hugo soared
                        Through the air like a projectile.

                        Two hundred and fifty
                        Feet he flew
                        Like an Air Force fighter jet

                        But at the apex
                        Of his trajectory
                        He knew he’s gonna miss the net

                        Oh! Arms flailing
                        He kept on sailing
                        A terrified screaming creature

                        And the crowd scattered
                        As Hugo splattered
                        All over the upper bleacher

                        In the aftermath
                        Of this tragic event
                        Disbelief filled every face

                        There was Hugo
                        And there was Hugo
                        There was Hugo all over the place!

                        Well, the dust has
                        Finally settled and
                        The smoke has finally cleared

                        Hugo’s name
                        And Hugo’s fame
                        Will always be revered

                        But no one
                        Ever too his place
                        No matter who they were

                        Because they never found
                        Another man
                        Of Hugo’s – caliber

                        The Circus’ main attraction
                        The greatest star of all

                        Was Hugo!

                        Hugo!

                        The Human Cannonball!


                        **************************************

                        Osama Yo' Mama

                        Osama - yo' mama didn't raise you right
                        When you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight
                        She should have kept you home on those arabian nights
                        It's plain to see - you need to stay out of those fights

                        Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better
                        Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her
                        By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter
                        New York City's where it's from - its the news header

                        And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, "You in a heap o' trouble son
                        Now just look what you've done!
                        Saw you on TV with yo' gun
                        Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing with you hon."

                        And I can just hear dubyah sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy
                        And I don't think you will enjoy
                        Our game of search and destroy
                        We got your terror right here, son yu sure are the real mecoy.

                        Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you how to act
                        You've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' back
                        You're startin' to remind us of another maniac
                        Yeah, you know what we shoud of stuffed you in an over sized sack!

                        Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you to behave
                        Now they say you're hangin' with the bats in a cave
                        Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave
                        Kinda makes us wonder if your digging your own grave?

                        And I can hear yo' mama sayin' again, "You in a heap o' trouble son
                        Now just look what you've done
                        Saw you on TV with yo' gun
                        Mercy sakes, you need to settle down hon!

                        And I can just hear dubyah sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy
                        And I don't think you will enjoy
                        Our game of search and destroy
                        We have made a son that is a real mecoy!

                        Osama yo' karma's really got you in a jam
                        But that's just what you get - when you mess with Uncle Sam

                        Osama the Taliban is history
                        Nobody wants to see you startin' World War Three

                        Osama you know the al-Qaida won't last
                        Osama, just like you, it's future's in the past

                        Lets just pray your mama will be plastered!
                        because oshama you sure are a basturd!

                        **************************************

                        The Preacher And The Bear


                        The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
                        It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along
                        He got himself a mess a' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
                        And on the way home he crossed the path of a Great big grizzly bear

                        Well the bear got down lookin' ready to charge
                        The preacher never seen nothin' quite that large
                        They looked each other right smack in the eye
                        Didn't take that preacher long to say bye
                        The preacher he run till he spotted a tree
                        He said "up in that tree's where I auta be"
                        By the time that bear made a grab for him
                        The preacher was a sittin' on top a that limb
                        Scared to death, he tuned about
                        He looked to the sky and began to shout,

                        Chorus;
                        Hey lord, you delivered Daniel from the bottom of the lion's den
                        You delivered Joana, from the belly of the whale and then,
                        The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace so the good books do declare
                        Hey lord, if you can't help me, for goodness sake don't help that bear

                        Ya, look out preacher
                        Well, about that time the limb broke off and the preacher came tumblin' down
                        Had a straight razor out of his pocket by the time he lit on the ground
                        He landed on his feet right in front a that bear and lord what an awful fight
                        The preacher and the bear and the razor and the hair flyin' from left to right

                        Well first they was up and then they was down, the preacher and the bear runnin' round n' round
                        The bear he roared and the the preacher he groaned, he was havin' a tough time holdin' his own
                        He said Lord if I get out a here alive, to the good book I'll abide
                        No more huntin' on the Sabbath day, come Sunday I'm headin' to the church to pray
                        Up to the heavens the preacher glanced, he said Lord won't you give me just one more chance
                        So the preacher got away, he looked around seen a tree where he'd be safe and sound
                        Jumped on a limb, turned about, looked to the sky and began to shout
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                        • Where are we heading Gentlemen?

                          Lukianos Kelaidonis



                          Minas got together with Aneta
                          Who was with Demos the crazy one
                          Christakis split with Teta
                          And got together again with Zozo
                          And Mari got together with Aris and Charis
                          Who was with Rena and then with Nana
                          And Michalis with Annie who was with Yanni
                          Tangled up and got together again
                          Marie suddendly got together with Leuteris
                          Who fancied Nena before he met Yoyo
                          Who was with Aris before he was with Mary
                          And that sometime I fancied her too
                          Thomas split with Barbara
                          And Nikos the tall with Phanie
                          Kostakis got together with Mara
                          And Demetris met Vivi
                          And Emi got together with Artemis
                          And got him away from Mania who was sticking to Toto
                          Who flerted with Vasso who was together with Tassos
                          Before she caught him in the act with Rania
                          Tassia got in between Nikita and Cia
                          Who fancied Stathis who loved Yoyo
                          Who was with Aris before he got together with Marie
                          And who at sometimes maybe I fancied her too
                          Loukas split with Marina
                          And went back again to Athina
                          Antonis went crazy with Dina
                          Who was with a friend of Minas
                          And Geli got suddenly together with Vagelis
                          Who was with Gina and before that with Ero
                          Who loved Elia who was with Lia
                          Little before Argyro made a move on him
                          And Rea finally got together with Andrea
                          Who Nina also wanted him before she met Thalis
                          Who was with Lola and flerted with Stela
                          Before he met with Lili
                          Maroula got Manolis from Roula
                          Who also liked Mina that Yoyo introduced to him
                          Who was with Aris before he got together with Mari
                          And who maybe I “jumped” her too

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                          • Originally posted by SlowwHand
                            Thanks, Azazel.
                            No problem. I like your thread , so I felt I have to contribute something myself.
                            urgh.NSFW

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                            • We Don´T Need Another Hero
                              Tina Turner


                              Out of the ruins
                              Out from the wreckage
                              Can´t make the same mistake this time
                              We are the children
                              The last generation
                              We are the ones they left behind
                              And i wonder when we are ever going to change
                              Living under the fear ´till nothing else remains

                              We don´t need another hero
                              We don´t need to know the way home

                              All we want is life beyond thunderdome

                              Looking for something we can rely on
                              There´s got to be something better out there:
                              Love and compassion
                              That day is coming
                              All else are castles built in the air

                              And i wonder when we are ever going to change
                              Living under the fear ´till nothing else remains
                              All the children say:

                              We don´t need another hero...

                              So, what do we do withour lives?
                              ...
                              Will our story shine like a light?
                              ...

                              We don´t need another hero...
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • River Of Dreams
                                Billy Joel


                                In the middle of the night
                                I go walking in my sleep
                                From the mountains of faith
                                To the river so deep
                                I must be looking for something
                                Something sacred I lost
                                But the river is wide
                                And it's too hard to cross

                                And even though I know the river is wide
                                I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
                                And try to cross to the opposite side
                                So I can finally find out what I've been looking for

                                In the middle of the night
                                I go walking in my sleep
                                Through the valley of fear
                                To a river so deep
                                And I've been searching for something
                                Taken out of my soul
                                Something I would never lose
                                Something somebody stole

                                I don't know why I go walking at night
                                But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
                                I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
                                Until I find what it is that I've been looking for

                                In the middle of the night
                                I go walking in my sleep
                                Through the jungle of doubt
                                To a river so deep
                                I know I'm searching for something
                                Something so undefined
                                That it can only be seen
                                By the eyes of the blind
                                In the middle of the night

                                I'm not sure about a life after this
                                God knows I've never been a spiritual man
                                Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
                                That runs to the promised land

                                In the middle of the night
                                I go walking in my sleep
                                Though the desert of truth
                                To the river so deep
                                We all end in the ocean
                                We all start in the streams
                                We're all carried along
                                By the river of dreams
                                In the middle of the night
                                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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