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  • #91
    *pokes head in*
    Pavement Cracks by Annie Lennox

    The city streets are wet again with rain
    But I'm walkin' just the same
    Skies turn to the usual grey
    When you turn to face the day
    And love don't show up in the pavement cracks
    All my water colours fade to black
    I'm goin' nowhere and I'm ten steps back
    All my dreams have fallen flat

    (Love don't show in the pavement cracks
    There will be no turning back)

    Time and space will pass us by and by
    When we don't see eye to eye
    I would have done anything
    For happiness to bring ...
    But it don't show up in the pavement cracks
    I can't even cover up my tracks
    I'm goin' nowhere and I'm light years back
    Ooh I wish you well

    How come
    Every day
    I'm still waiting for the change?
    How come
    I still say
    Give me strength to live?

    Where is my comfort zone?
    A simple place to call my own
    'Cause everything I wanna be
    Comes crashing down on me
    And it don't show up in the pavement cracks
    I can't even recognise my tracks
    You and I can't turn the whole thing back
    Ooh I wish you well
    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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    • #92
      munchkin!


      Led Zeppelin
      Good Times Bad Times


      In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man,
      Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can.
      No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam.
      [Chorus]
      Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share;
      When my woman left home for a brown eyed man,
      Well, I still don't seem to care.
      Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be,
      Only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me.
      She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end,
      But when I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend, oooh.
      [Chorus]
      I know what it means to be alone, I sure do wish I was at home.
      I don't care what the neighbors say, I'm gonna love you each and every day.
      You can feel the beat within my heart.
      Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part.
      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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      • #93
        A Day In The Life
        The Beatles


        I read the news today oh boy
        About a lucky man who made the grade
        And though the news was rather sad
        Well I just had to laugh
        I saw the photograph.
        He blew his mind out in a car
        He didn't notice that the lights have changed
        A crowd of people stood and stared
        They'd seen his face before
        Nobody was really sure
        If he was from the House of Lords.
        I saw a film today oh boy
        The English Army had just won the war
        A crowd of people turned away
        But I just had to look
        Having read the book
        I'd love to turn you on.

        Woke up, fell out of bed,
        Dragged my comb across my head
        Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
        And looking up I noticed I was late.
        Found my coat and grabbed my hat
        Made the bus in seconds flat
        Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
        Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

        I read the news today oh boy
        Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
        And though the holes were rather small
        They had to count them all
        Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
        I'd love to turn you on
        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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        • #94
          The Juliana Theory - You Always Say Goodnight, Goodnight

          Did you really think that it was over when you hung up the phone and said goodnight?
          And did you you ever think it would be too much? I can't leave without saying goodbye.
          So did you really think that you could take it? Could you make it alone tonight?
          I never could have hoped for anything more. Be my angel if you can, alright.

          You always say goodnight.
          And you, you always goodnight.

          So baby did you sleep an hour for me? How I wish I was there right now.
          I wasn't going to tell you I could change things. I'm afraid I never will know how.
          But I don't really think that I can take it. Will I make it alone somehow?
          So hold me in your arms before I leave you. I'll be back as soon as time allows.

          You always say goodnight.
          And you, you always goodnight.
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          • #95
            Get your Rocks Off - Primal Scream.

            Dealers keep dealin'
            Thieves keep thievin'
            Whores keep whorin'
            Junkies keep scorin'
            Trade is on the meat rack
            Strip joints full of hunchbacks
            *****es keep *****in'
            Clap keeps itchin'

            Ain't no use in prayin'
            That's the way it's stayin', baby
            Johnny ain't so crazy
            He's always got a line for the ladies
            (yeah, yeah, yeah)

            Get your rocks off
            Get your rocks off, honey
            Shake it now now
            Get'em off downtown
            Get your rocks off
            Get you rocks off, honey
            Shake it now now
            Get'em off downtown

            Creeps keep crawlin'
            Drunks keep fallin'
            Teasers keep teasein'
            Holy joes are preachin'
            Cops keep bustin'
            Hustlers keep hustlin'
            Death keeps knockin'
            Souls are up for auction

            Ain't no use in prayin'
            That's the way it's stayin', baby
            Johnny ain't so crazy
            He's always got a line for the ladies
            (yeah, yeah, yeah)

            Get your rocks off
            Get your rocks off, honey
            Shake it now now
            Get'em off downtown
            Get your rocks off
            Get you rocks off, honey
            Shake it now now
            Get'em off downtown
            urgh.NSFW

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            • #96
              Born Country
              Alabama


              Clear creeks and cool mountain mornin's.
              Honest work out in the fields.
              Cornbread in my momma's kitchen.
              Daddy saying grace before the meal.
              Family ties run deep in this land.
              And I'm never very far from what I am.

              Chorus
              I was born country and that's what I'll always be.
              Like the rivers and the woodlands wild and free.
              I got a hundred years of down home running through my blood.
              I was born country and this country's what I love.

              Moonlight and you here beside me.
              Crickets serenadin' in the yard.
              What more could two people ask for.
              Laying here in love beneath the stars.
              Now this is where I wanna raise my kids.
              Just the way my mom and daddy did.

              Chorus
              I was born country and that's what I'll always be.
              Like the rivers and the woodlands wild and free.
              I got a hundred years of down home running through my blood.
              I was born country and this country's what I love.

              I was born country and that's what I'll always be.
              Like the rivers and the woodlands wild and free.
              I got a hundred years of down home running through my blood.
              I was born country and this country's what I love.

              I was born country.

              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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              • #97
                I Walk Alone by Oleander

                i can't take this anymore
                and i'm almost pretty sure
                i've been here before
                i can't take this any longer
                i won't heal until im stronger
                strong enough to not be afraid
                of what anybody thinks
                of what anybody says
                about the way
                about the way i am
                i will wait until the day
                when those feelings fade away
                then i'll make my break

                i can't take this anymore
                and i'm almost pretty sure
                i've been here before
                i can't take this any longer
                i won't heal until i'm stronger
                strong enough to not be afraid
                i'll leave it up to you
                yeah i'll leave it in your hands
                respect your wishes and your demands
                and if it was up to me
                honey we'd already be back at home
                and living out our dreams
                living out

                everbody everything i've known
                no never taught me how to stand up on my own
                had to learn it from the one who let me go
                now i walk alone, yeah i walk alone, yeah
                living blissfully

                guess you had to step away
                to make me want to be
                a bigger man, a bigger man than that
                i need you by my side
                as i take it all in stride
                I put away, i put away my pride
                oh i leave it up to you
                yeah i leave it in your hands
                respect your wishes and your demands
                if it was up to me
                honey we'd already be back at home
                and living outE

                everbody everything i've known
                never taught me how to stand up on my own
                had to learn it from the one who let me go
                now i walk alone
                "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                • #98
                  pantera, hollow.

                  What's left inside him?
                  Don't he remember us?
                  Can't he believe me?
                  We seemed like bothers
                  Talked for hours last month
                  About what we wanna be
                  I sit now with his hand in mine
                  But I know he can't feel...

                  No one knows
                  What's done is done
                  It's as if he were dead

                  I'm close with his mother
                  And she cries endlessly
                  Lord how we miss him
                  At least what's remembered
                  It's so important to make best friends in life
                  But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions

                  No one knows
                  What's done is done
                  It's as if he were dead

                  He as hollow as I alone now
                  He as hollow as I alone
                  A shell of my friend
                  Just flesh and bone
                  There's no soul
                  He sees no love
                  I shake my fists at skies above
                  Mad at God

                  He as hollow as I converse
                  I wish he'd waken from this curse
                  Hear my words before it's through
                  I want to come in after you
                  My best friend

                  He as hollow as I alone

                  sevendust, waffle.
                  A Universe to fill
                  Can't scratch the surface
                  Now a slow pay
                  Still why everyone watching
                  It's like I'm real tired of the clones
                  I'm real tired of the clones

                  Whatever you say
                  Whatever you say
                  Whatever you say

                  Bring me a light
                  Make my life worth something more
                  Show me a light
                  Bring a light

                  Bring me a light
                  Make my life worth something more
                  Show me a light
                  Bring a light

                  Where's the space I fill
                  Where's the sympathy I KILLED
                  I need to find a meaning
                  I'm useless, I'M USELESS
                  Trapped inside my own web

                  Whatever you say
                  Whatever you say
                  Whatever you say

                  Bring me a light
                  Make my life worth something more
                  Show me a light
                  Bring a light

                  Bring me a light
                  Make my life worth something more
                  Show me a light
                  Bring a light

                  When I'm alone
                  I stare at nothingness
                  Painful silence
                  Painful silence kills

                  Bring me a light
                  Make my life worth something more
                  Show me a light
                  Bring a light
                  [repeat]

                  Whatever you say
                  Whatever you say

                  Bring me a light
                  Make my life worth something more
                  Show me a light
                  Bring a light
                  I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                  [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                  • #99
                    Enya - Flora's Secret

                    Lovers in the long grass
                    look above them
                    only they can see
                    where the clouds are going
                    only to discover
                    dust and sunlight
                    ever make the sky so blue

                    Afternoon is hazy
                    river flowing
                    all around the sounds
                    moving closer to them
                    telling them the story
                    told by flora
                    dreams they never knew

                    Silver willows
                    tears from Persia
                    those who come
                    from a far-off island
                    winter Chanterelle lies
                    under cover
                    Glory-of-the-sun in blue

                    Some they know as passion
                    some as freedom
                    some they know as love
                    and the way it leaves them
                    summer snowflake
                    for a season
                    when the sky above is blue
                    when the sky above is blue

                    Lying in the long grass
                    close beside her
                    giving her the name
                    of the one the moon loves
                    this will be the day she
                    will remember
                    when she knew his heart
                    was

                    loving in the long grass
                    close beside her
                    whispering of love
                    and the way it leaves them
                    lying in the long grass
                    in the sunlight
                    they believe it's true love
                    and from all around them
                    flora's secret
                    telling them of love
                    and the way it breathes
                    and
                    looking up from eyes of
                    amaranthine
                    they can see the sky
                    is blue
                    knowing that their love
                    is true
                    dreams they never knew
                    and the sky above is blue
                    "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                    • Dire Straits - Walk of Life

                      Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
                      Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
                      Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
                      Down in the tunnels trying to make it pay
                      He got the action, he got the motion
                      Yeah the boy can play
                      Dedication devotion
                      Turning all the night time into the day

                      He do the song about the sweet loving woman
                      He do the song about the knife
                      He do the walk, he do the walk of life

                      Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story
                      Hand me down my walking shoes
                      Here comes Johnny with the power and glory
                      Backbeat the talkin' blues
                      He got the action, he got the motion
                      Yeah the boy can play
                      Dedication devotion
                      Turning all the night time into the day

                      He do the song about the sweet loving woman
                      He do the song about the knife
                      He do the walk, he do the walk of life

                      Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
                      Be-Bop-A-Lula Baby What I Say
                      Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
                      Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
                      He got the action, he got the motion
                      Yeah the boy can play
                      Dedication devotion
                      Turning the night time into day
                      And after all the violence and double talk
                      There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife
                      You do the walk, you do the walk of life
                      "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                      • Hey Joe
                        Jimi Hendrix



                        Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
                        Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
                        Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my old lady,
                        you know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
                        Yeah,! I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady,
                        you know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
                        Huh! And that ain't too cool.

                        [2nd verse [Ah. -backing vocal on each line]]
                        Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down,
                        you shot her down.
                        Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot you old lady down,
                        you shot her down to the ground. Yeah!

                        Yes, I did, I shot her,
                        you know I caught her messin' 'round,
                        messin' 'round town.
                        Uh, yes I did, I shot her
                        you know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town.
                        And I gave her the gun and I shot her!

                        Alright
                        (Ah! Hey Joe)
                        Shoot her one more time again, baby!
                        (Oo)
                        Yeah.
                        (Hey Joe!)
                        Ah, dig it!
                        (Hey)
                        Ah! Ah!
                        (Joe where you gonna go?)
                        Oh, alright.

                        [3rd verse]
                        Hey Joe, said now,
                        (Hey)
                        uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to?
                        Yeah.
                        (where you gonna go?)
                        Hey Joe, I said,
                        (Hey)
                        where you goin' to run
                        to now, where you, where you gonna go?
                        (Joe!)
                        Well, dig it!
                        I'm goin' way down south, way down south,
                        (Hey)
                        way down south to Mexico way! Alright!
                        (Joe)
                        I'm goin' way down south,
                        (Hey, Joe)
                        way down where I can be free!
                        (where you gonna...)
                        Ain't no one gonna find me babe!
                        (...go?)
                        Ain't no hangman gonna,
                        (Hey, Joe)
                        he ain't gonna put a rope around me!
                        (Joe where you gonna..)
                        You better belive it right now!
                        (...go?)
                        I gotta go now!
                        Hey, hey, hey Joe,
                        (Hey Joe)
                        you better run on down!
                        (where you gonna...)
                        Goodbye everybody. Ow!
                        (...go?)
                        Hey, hey Joe, what'd I say,
                        (Hey.......................Joe)
                        run on down.
                        (where you gonna go?)
                        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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                        • "Electro-Shock Blues" -eels

                          Feeling scared today
                          Write down "i am ok"
                          A hundred times the doctors say

                          I am ok
                          I am ok
                          I’m not ok

                          Skin is crawling off
                          Mopping the sweaty drops
                          Sticking around for this ****

                          Another day
                          Another day
                          Not another day

                          Pink pill feels good
                          Finally understood
                          Take me in your warm, embrace
                          I am trying
                          I am trying


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

                          "We've Got A Bigger Problem Now" Dead Kennedys

                          Last call for alcohol.
                          Last call for your freedom of speech.
                          Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law.
                          Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.
                          It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,
                          and a jigger of formaldehyde
                          from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom.
                          Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.

                          I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
                          Born again with fascist cravings
                          Still, you made me president

                          Human rights will soon go 'way
                          I am now your Shah today
                          Now I command all of you
                          Now you're going to pray in school
                          I'll make sure they're Christian too

                          California Uber alles
                          Uber alles California

                          Ku Klux Klan will control you
                          Still you think it's natural
                          ****** knockin' for the master race
                          Still you wear the happy face

                          You closed your eyes, can't happen here
                          Alexander Haig is near
                          Vietnam won't come back you say
                          Join the army or you will pay

                          California Uber alles
                          Uber alles California

                          Yeah, that's it. Just relax.
                          Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.
                          Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.
                          Lock your doors. Close your mind.
                          It's time for the two-minute warning.

                          Welcome to 1984
                          Are you ready for the third world war?!?
                          You too will meet the secret police
                          They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece

                          You'll go quitely to boot camp
                          They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
                          Don't you worry, it's for a cause
                          Feeding global corporations' claws

                          Die on our brand new poison gas
                          El Salvador or Afghanistan
                          Making money for President Reagan
                          And all the friends of President Reagan

                          California Uber alles
                          Uber alles California
                          ******************************

                          wakka wakka
                          "I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?" -Frank Zappa
                          "A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue, but moderation in principle is always a vice."- Thomas Paine
                          "I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours." -Bob Dylan

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                          • Husker Du - 59 Times The Pain

                            The most intense of burning hells
                            Blasting expectations into smithereens
                            Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth
                            Resign myself to hating it, I hate it all

                            Can't say that I don't like it
                            Because the words won't come out right
                            All I feel is bitter, and it won't make it better

                            59 times the pain, I could never be like you
                            59 times the pain, I could never be like you
                            59 times the pain

                            Never figured out eating 3 meals a day
                            When the people sit in their broken-down homes
                            Look at the photos from different eras gone by
                            Shows the changes, and I hate them all

                            Don't want to live with myself
                            Can't live with what goes on
                            All I see is the humiliation
                            I wish it was gone

                            Husker Du - Crystal

                            Avalanche looms overhead
                            Airplane flies overhead
                            Important man sits by the window
                            Sucked out of the first class window
                            Images run by, thousand miles an hour
                            But the time seems far away
                            Folding clothes in a folding closet
                            Folding money in a resume

                            Time to let off some pressure
                            Time to let off some steam
                            All your notebooks get thrown away
                            And you start your diary clean
                            Crystal glass lined up in a row
                            Watched over by the G.I. Joes
                            Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right
                            Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights

                            When civilization falls in its grave
                            Technology throws on the dirt
                            You realize the finest things in life
                            Are the ones that can never be hurt

                            Shatters your brain in a million tiny pieces
                            The sounds you hear aren't coming out right
                            You think it might be mystic, you think I might be cryptic
                            The crystal in your china case is breaking in a million tiny pieces

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                            • Love Is Strange
                              Mickey and Sylvia



                              Love
                              Love is strange
                              Lot of people
                              Take it for a game
                              Once you get it
                              You never wanna quit
                              After you've had it
                              You're in an awful fix

                              Many people
                              Don't understand
                              They think loving
                              Is money in the hand
                              Your sweet loving
                              Is better than a kiss
                              When you leave me
                              Sweet kisses I miss

                              Sylvia
                              Yes, Mickey
                              How do you call your lover boy
                              Come here, lover boy
                              And if he doesn't answer
                              Oh lover boy
                              And if he still doesn't answer
                              I simply say
                              Baby, oh baby
                              My sweet baby, you're the one
                              Baby, oh baby
                              My sweet baby, you're the one




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                              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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                              • Go Rest High On That Mountain
                                Vince Gill


                                I know your life on earth was troubled
                                And only you could know the pain
                                You weren’t afraid to face the devil
                                You were no stranger to the rain

                                Chorus:
                                Go rest high on that mountain
                                Son, you work on earth is done
                                Go to heaven a shoutin’
                                Love for the father and son

                                Oh, how we cried the day you left us
                                We gathered round your grave to grieve
                                I wish I could see the angels faces
                                When they hear your sweet voice sing

                                Go rest high on that mountain
                                Son, you work on earth is done
                                Go to heaven a shoutin’
                                Love for the father and son
                                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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