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  • #61
    Should be obvious:

    Loser by Beck

    Loser Lyrics


    In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
    butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie
    with the plastic eyeballs
    spray paint the vegetables
    dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
    kill the headlights and put it in neutral
    stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
    baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
    got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
    someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain about
    a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
    don't believe everything that you breathe
    you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
    so shave your face with some mace in the dark
    savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
    (yo cut it)
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    (double-barrel buckshot)
    Soy un perdedor i'm a loser baby,so why don't you kill me?
    Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
    banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
    'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
    one's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
    with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
    the daytime crap with the folksinger slop
    he hung himself with a guitar string
    slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on a pigeon wing
    you can't write if you can't relate
    trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
    and my time is a piece of wax
    fallin' on a termite who's chokin' on the splinters
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    (get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    (drive-by body pierce)
    (yo bring it on down)
    soooooooyy....
    (I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it)
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    (I can't believe you)
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    [repeat]
    (Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
    Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
    (Know what I'm sayin'?)


    ACK!
    Don't try to confuse the issue with half-truths and gorilla dust!

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    • #62
      :: The Mercy Seat

      It began when they come took me from my home
      And put me in Dead Row,
      Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
      And I'll say it again
      I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

      I began to warm and chill
      To objects and their fields,
      A ragged cup, a twisted mop
      The face of Jesus in my soup
      Those sinister dinner meals
      The meal trolley's wicked wheels
      A hooked bone rising from my food
      All things either good or ungood.

      And the mercy seat is waiting
      And I think my head is burning
      And in a way I'm yearning
      To be done with all this measuring of truth.
      An eye for an eye
      A tooth for a tooth
      And anyway I told the truth
      And I'm not afraid to die.

      Interpret signs and catalogue
      A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
      The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
      They are sick breath at my hind
      They are sick breath at my hind
      They are sick breath at my hind
      They are sick breath gathering at my hind

      I hear stories from the chamber
      How Christ was born into a manger
      And like some ragged stranger
      Died upon the cross
      And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
      He was a carpenter by trade
      Or at least that's what I'm told

      Like my good hand I
      tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
      That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

      In Heaven His throne is made of gold
      The ark of his Testament is stowed
      A throne from which I'm told
      All history does unfold.
      Down here it's made of wood and wire
      And my body is on fire
      And God is never far away.

      Into the mercy seat I climb
      My head is shaved, my head is wired
      And like a moth that tries
      To enter the bright eye
      I go shuffling out of life
      Just to hide in death awhile
      And anyway I never lied.

      My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
      Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
      `Tis a long-suffering shackle
      Collaring all that rebel blood.

      And the mercy seat is waiting
      And I think my head is burning
      And in a way I'm yearning
      To be done with all this measuring of truth.
      An eye for an eye
      And a tooth for a tooth
      And anyway I told the truth
      And I'm not afraid to die.

      And the mercy seat is burning
      And I think my head is glowing
      And in a way I'm hoping
      To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
      An eye for an eye
      And a tooth for a tooth
      And I've got nothing left to lose
      And I'm not afraid to die.

      And the mercy seat is glowing
      And I think my head is smoking
      And in a way I'm hoping
      To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
      An eye for an eye
      And a tooth for a tooth
      And anyway there was no proof
      Nor a motive why.

      And the mercy seat is smoking
      And I think my head is melting
      And in a way I'm helping
      To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
      A lie for a lie
      And a truth for a truth
      And I've got nothing left to lose
      And I'm not afraid to die.

      And the mercy seat is melting
      And I think my blood is boiling
      And in a way I'm spoiling
      All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
      An eye for an eye
      And a truth for a truth
      And anyway I told the truth
      And I'm not afraid to die.

      And the mercy seat is waiting
      And I think my head is burning
      And in a way I'm yearning
      To be done with all this measuring of proof.
      A life for a life
      And a truth for a truth
      And anyway there was no proof
      But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

      And the mercy seat is waiting
      And I think my head is burning
      And in a way I'm yearning
      To be done with all this measuring of truth.
      An eye for an eye
      And a truth for a truth
      And anyway I told the truth
      But I'm afraid I told a lie.

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      • #63
        Originally posted by rah

        After deleting the two offending threads I posted this one as a subtle warning that those types of threads were not acceptable.
        Couldn't you have just locked them? I do so enjoy viewing the threads locked overnight
        Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

        Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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        • #64
          Originally posted by Alexander's Horse


          Couldn't you have just locked them? I do so enjoy viewing the threads locked overnight
          As a matter of fact so do I, that is one of my favorite pastimes on Mondays, to read locked threads from the weekend.

          ACK!
          Don't try to confuse the issue with half-truths and gorilla dust!

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          • #65
            How could you delete a thread with this girl in it RAH you philistine.
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            Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

            Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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            • #66
              nice garden

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              • #67
                large flowers
                Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

                Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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                • #68
                  What flowers?
                  Keep on Civin'
                  RIP rah, Tony Bogey & Baron O

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                  • #69
                    I weep when I look at that piccy.
                    Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

                    Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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                    • #70
                      Hit The Road Jack
                      By Ray Charles

                      The refrain:

                      Hit the road Jack
                      And don't you come back
                      No more, no more, no more, no more

                      Hit the road Jack
                      And don't you come back
                      No more
                      badams

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                      • #71
                        Originally posted by Alexander's Horse
                        I weep when I look at that piccy.
                        no time to weep, I'm busy when I look at it...
                        I watched you fall. I think I pushed.

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                        • #72
                          Originally posted by Alexander's Horse
                          How could you delete a thread with this girl in it RAH you philistine.
                          Yes, it was a tough decision,
                          but those titles were not exactly G rated material. If they had been, I might have just closed them. But with copycat threads it's sometimes best to just delete them.

                          RAH
                          It's almost as if all his overconfident, absolutist assertions were spoonfed to him by a trusted website or subreddit. Sheeple
                          RIP Tony Bogey & Baron O

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                          • #73
                            Originally posted by rah


                            Yes, it was a tough decision,
                            but those titles were not exactly G rated material. If they had been, I might have just closed them. But with copycat threads it's sometimes best to just delete them.

                            RAH
                            Aren't you able to change thread titles?

                            ACK!
                            Don't try to confuse the issue with half-truths and gorilla dust!

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                            • #74


                              Or we could just get AH to repost, under some contrived excuse that they are somehow related to banning songs...
                              I'm building a wagon! On some other part of the internets, obviously (but not that other site).

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