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    Don't Look Back
    Boston

    Don't look back
    A new day is breakin'
    It's been too long since I felt this way
    I don't mind where I get taken
    The road is callin'
    Today is the day
    I can see
    It took so long to realize
    I'm much too strong
    Not to compromise
    Now I see what I am is holding me down
    I'll turn it around
    I finally see the dawn arrivin'
    I see beyond the road I'm drivin'
    Far away and left behind
    It's a new horizon and I'm awakin' now
    Oh I see myself in a brand new way
    The sun is shinin'
    the clouds are breakin'
    'Canse I can't lose now, there's no game to play
    I can tell
    There's no more time left to critize
    I've seen what I could not recognize
    Everthing in my life was leading me on
    but I can be strong
    I finally see the dawn arrivin'
    I see beyond the road I'm drivin'
    Far away and left behind
    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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    • Shock the Monkey!

      Take me To the River by THe Talking Heads

      I don't know why I love her like I do
      All the changes you put me through
      Take my money, my cigarettes
      I haven't seen the worst of it yet
      I wanna know that you'll tell me
      I love to stay
      Take me to the river, drop me in the water
      Take me to the river, dip me in the water
      Washing me down, washing me down

      I don't know why you treat me so bad
      Think of all the things we could have had
      Love is an ocean that I can't forget
      My sweet sixteen I would never regret

      I wanna know that you'll tell me
      I love to stay
      Take me to the river, drop me in the water
      Push me in the river, dip me in the water
      Washing me down, washing me

      Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me
      Till I can't, till I can't, till I can't take no more of it
      Take me to the water, drop me in the river
      Push me in the water, drop me in the river
      Washing me down, washing me down

      I don't know why I love you like I do
      All the troubles you put me through
      Sixteen candles there on my wall
      And here am I the biggest fool of them all

      I wanna know that you'll tell me
      I love to stay
      Take me to the river and drop me in the water
      Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
      Washing me down, washing me down.
      "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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      • BIG STAR

        "THE BALLAD OF EL GOODO"

        Years ago, my heart was set to live, oh
        And I've been trying hard against unbelievable odds
        It gets so hard in times like now to hold on
        But guns they wait to be stuck by, at my side is God

        And there ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
        Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round

        There's people around who tell you that they know
        And places where they send you, and it's easy to go
        They'll zip you up and dress you down and stand you in a row
        But you know you don't have to, you can just say "no"

        I've been built up and trusted, broke down and busted
        But they'll get theirs and we will get ours if you can
        Just-a hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

        Years ago my heart was set to live, oh
        But I've been trying hard against strong odds
        It gets so hard at times like now to hold on
        Well, I'll fall if I don't fight, and at my side is God

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        • It's My party by Lesley Gore

          Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
          Judy left the same time
          Why was he holding her hand
          When he's supposed to be mine

          It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
          Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
          You would cry too if it happened to you.

          Playin' my records, keep dancin' all night
          Leave me alone for a while
          'Till Johnny's dancin' with me
          I've got no reason to smile

          It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
          Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
          You would cry too if it happened to you.


          Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
          Like a queen with her king
          Oh what a birthday surprise
          Judy's wearin' his ring

          It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
          Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
          You would cry too if it happened to you.
          "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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          • Triple Shot Thursday; Roy Orbison

            Oh, Pretty Woman




            Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
            Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
            Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
            No one could look as good as you---mercy

            Pretty woman won't you pardon me
            Pretty woman I couldn't help but see
            Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be
            Are you lonely just like me---

            Pretty woman stop awhile
            Pretty woman talk awhile
            Pretty woman give your smile to me
            Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah
            Pretty woman look my way
            Pretty woman say you'll stay with me-ee
            Cuz I need you, I'll treat you right
            Come with me baby, be mine toni-i-ght

            Pretty woman don't walk on by
            Pretty woman don't make me cry
            Pretty woman don't walk away, hey----OK
            If that's the way it must be---OK
            I guess I'll go on home, it's late
            There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
            What do I see?
            Is she walkin' back to me?
            Yeah, she's walkin' back to me
            Oh, oh, pretty woman

            --------------------------------------------------------------------

            Mean Woman Blues


            Mmm, well I got a woman mean as she can be
            Well I got a woman mean as she can be
            Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me

            She gotta ruby lips, she got shapely hips, yeah
            Boy she makes ole Roy-oy flip
            I got a woman mean as she can be
            Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me

            Well I ain't braggin', it's understood
            Everything I do, well I sure do it good
            Yeah I got a woman mean as she can be
            Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me, well



            She gotta ruby lips, she got shapely hips, yeah
            Boy she makes ole Roy-oy flip
            I got a woman mean as she can be
            Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me, easy now



            SPOKEN -Now let's go one time

            Well I got a woman (sha la la la)
            Yeah I got a woman (sha la la la)
            Yeah I got a woman (sha la la la)
            Well I got a woman (sha la la la)
            Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me

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            Dream Baby (How Long Must I Dream)



            Sweet dream baby
            Sweet dream baby
            Sweet dream baby
            How long must I dream

            Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through
            Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams night time too
            I love you and I'm dreaming of you but that won't do
            Dream baby make me stop my dreamin', you can make my dreams come true

            Sweet (sha-da-da-da) dream (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da) (sha-da-da-da)
            Sweet (sha-da-da-da) dream (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da) (sha-da-da-da)
            Sweet (sha-da-da-da) dream (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da) (sha-da-da-da)
            How (sha-da-da-da) long (sha-da-da-da) must I dream

            Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through (dream baby)
            Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams night time too (dream baby)
            I love you and I'm dreaming of you but that won't do (dream baby)
            Dream baby make me stop my dreamin', you can make my dreams come true

            Aww, sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
            Yeah, yeah, swee-ee-et dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
            Sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
            How long must I dream

            Sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)
            Sweet dream baby (dream baby ah-huh-huh)

            FADE

            Sweet dream baby
            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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            • The Death Song by Marilyn Manson

              we're on a bullet
              and we're headed straight into god
              even he'd like to end it too
              we take a pill, get a face
              buy our ticket
              and we hope that heaven's true
              I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV
              and they know they killed our heroes too

              We sing the death song kids
              because we've got no future
              and we want to be just like you
              and we want to be just like you

              Let's sing the death song kids

              we light a candle on an earth
              we made into hell
              and pretend that we're in heaven
              each time we do we get
              the blind man's ticket
              and we know that nothing's true
              I saw priest kill a cop on the TV
              and I know now they're our heroes too

              We sing the death song kids
              because we've got no future
              and we want to be just like you
              and we want to be just like you

              we write our prayers on a little bomb
              kiss it on the face and send it to god

              (CHORUS)

              We were the world
              but we've got no future
              and we want to be just like you
              we want to be just like you.
              "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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              • Here To Stay by Korn

                This time I'm taking it away, I've got a problem
                When they getting in the way, not by my side
                So I take my face and bash it into a mirror
                I won't have to see the pain

                This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating
                Anticipating all the ****ed up feelings again

                My hurt inside is fading
                This ****'s gone way too far
                All this time I've been waiting
                Oh I cannot breath anymore
                For what's inside awaking
                I'm not, I'm not a whore
                You've taken everything and
                Oh I cannot give anymore

                My mind's done with this
                So hey, I've got a question
                Can I throw it all away?
                Take back what's mine
                So I take my time
                Driving humbly down the line
                Each cut, closer to the vein

                This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating
                Anticipating all the ****ed up feelings again

                The hurt inside is fading
                This ****'s gone way too far
                All this time I've been waiting
                Oh, I cannot breath anymore

                For what's inside awaking
                I'm not, I'm not a whore
                You've taken everything and
                Oh I cannot give anymore

                I'm here to stay (bring it down)
                Bring it down!
                Gonna bring it down
                Gonna break it down
                Gonna break it

                This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating
                Anticipating all the ****ed up feelings again

                My hurt inside is fading
                This ****'s gone way too far
                All this time I've been waiting
                Oh, I cannot breath anymore

                For what's inside awaking
                I'm not, I'm not a whore
                You've taken everything and
                Oh I cannot give anymore

                Give anymore
                "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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                • The Cheers Theme

                  Making your way in the world today
                  Takes everything you've got;
                  Taking a break from all your worries
                  Sure would help a lot.
                  Wouldn't you like to get away?
                  All those nights when you've got no lights,
                  The check is in the mail;
                  And your little angel
                  Hung the cat up by it's tail;
                  And your third fiance didn't show;

                  Sometimes you want to go
                  Where everybody knows your name,
                  And they're always glad you came;
                  You want to be where you can see,
                  Our troubles are all the same;
                  You want to be where everybody knows your name.

                  Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead;
                  The morning's looking bright;
                  And your shrink ran off to Europe,
                  And didn't even write;
                  And your husband wants to be a girl;

                  Be glad there's one place in the world
                  Where everybody knows your name,
                  And they're always glad you came;
                  You want to go where people know,
                  People are all the same;
                  You want to go where everybody knows your name.

                  Where everybody knows your name,
                  And they're always glad you came;
                  Where everybody knows your name,
                  And they're always glad you came;
                  (fade out)



                  Last edited by SlowwHand; May 10, 2002, 18:28.
                  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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                  • Storms in Africa by ENya (english translation on right)




                    Cá fhad é ó How far is it from?
                    Siúl tríd na stoirmeacha. Walking through the storms
                    Dul tríd na stoirmeacha. Going through the storms

                    Cá fhad é ó How far is it from?
                    An tús don stoirm. The beginning of the storm
                    An tús go deiradh. The start to the end

                    Tóg do Chroí. Take your heart
                    Tóg do chroísa. Take your beloved

                    Turas mór. Long Journey
                    Tor tríd na Stoirmeacha. Heavy through the storm

                    Turas fada. Long Journey
                    Amharc tríd na Stoirmeacha. Look through the Storm
                    "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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                    • DM - fantastic Enya rules!

                      Thunderclap Newman - Something In The Air

                      Call out the instigators
                      Because there's something in the air
                      We've got to get together sooner or later
                      Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
                      And you know that it's right

                      We have got to get it together
                      We have got to get it together now

                      Lock up the streets and houses
                      Because there's something in the air
                      We've got to get together sooner or later
                      Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
                      And you know that it's right

                      We have got to get it together
                      We have got to get it together now

                      Hand out the arms and ammo
                      We're going to blast our way through here
                      We've got to get together sooner or later
                      Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
                      And you know that it's right

                      Monty Python - Eric the Half a Bee

                      Half a bee, philosophically,
                      Must, ipso facto, half not be.
                      But half the bee has got to be
                      Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?


                      But can a bee be said to be
                      Or not to be an entire bee
                      When half the bee is not a bee
                      Due to some ancient injury?


                      La dee dee, one two three,
                      Eric the half a bee.
                      A B C D E F G,
                      Eric the half a bee.


                      Is this wretched demi-bee,
                      Half-asleep upon my knee,
                      Some freak from a menagerie?
                      No! It's Eric the half a bee!


                      Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
                      Eric the half a bee.
                      Ho ho ho, tee hee hee,
                      Eric the half a bee.


                      I love this hive, employee-ee,
                      Bisected accidentally,
                      One summer afternoon by me,
                      I love him carnally.

                      He loves him carnally,
                      Semi-carnally.
                      (Cyril Connolly?
                      No, semi-carnally!)

                      Monty Python - The Penis Song
                      Posted just to see how much of it will be censored...

                      Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?
                      Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
                      It's swell to have a stiffy.
                      It's divine to own a ****,
                      From the tiniest little tadger
                      To the world's biggest *****.
                      So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
                      Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
                      Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
                      Your Percy, or your ****.
                      You can wrap it up in ribbons.
                      You can slip it in your sock,
                      But don't take it out in public,
                      Or they will stick you in the dock,
                      And you won't come back.
                      "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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                      • Hm. Only three censored. Not too bad
                        "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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                        • smac: she is great for relaxing and just letting go. here's her one from LOTR

                          May It Be by Enya


                          May it be an evening star
                          Shines down upon you
                          May it be when darkness falls
                          Your heart will be true
                          You walk a lonely road
                          Oh!How far you are from home

                          Mornie utlie (darkness has come)
                          Believe and you will find your way
                          Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen)
                          A promise lives within you know

                          May it be shadows call
                          Will fly away
                          May it be your journey on
                          To light the day
                          When the night is overcome
                          You may rise to find the sun

                          Mornie utlie (darkness has come)
                          Believe and you will find your way
                          Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen)
                          A promise lives within you

                          A promise lives within you
                          "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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                          • Love IN an Elevator by Aerosmith

                            workin' like a dog for the boss man (whoa)
                            workin' for the company (whoa-yeah)
                            bettin' on the dice I'm tossin' (whoa)
                            I'm gonna have a fantasy (whoa-yeah)
                            where am I gonna look?
                            they tell me that love is blind
                            I really need a girl like an open book
                            to read between the lines
                            love in an elevator
                            livin' it up when I'm going down
                            love in an elevator
                            lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
                            Jackie's in the elevator (whoa)
                            lingerie second floor (whoa yeah)
                            she said can I see you later (whoa)
                            and love you just a little more (whoa yeah)
                            I kinda hope we get stuck
                            nobody gets out alive
                            she said I'll show you how to fax in the mailroom honey
                            and have you home by five
                            love in an elevator
                            livin' it up when I'm going down
                            love in an elevator
                            lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
                            in the air, in the air
                            honey one more time now it ain't fair
                            love in an elevator
                            lovin' it up when i'm going down
                            love in an
                            elevator
                            going down
                            gonna be a penthouse pauper
                            gonna be a millionaire
                            gonna be a real fast talker
                            and have me a love affair
                            gotta get my timing right
                            it's a test that I got to pass
                            I'll chase you all the way to the stairway honey
                            kiss your sassafrass
                            "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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                            • The Psychedelic Furs- "Pretty in Pink"

                              caroline laughs and it's raining all day
                              she loves to be one of the girls
                              she lives in the place in the side of our lives
                              where nothing is ever put straight
                              she turns her self round and she smiles and she says
                              "this is it that's the end of the joke"
                              and loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
                              and her lovers walk through in their coats

                              pretty in pink
                              isn't she pretty in pink
                              isn't she...

                              all of her lovers all talk of her notes
                              and the flowers that they never sent
                              and wasn't she easy
                              and isn't she pretty in pink
                              the one who insists he was first in the line
                              is the last to remember her name
                              he's walking around in this dress that she wore
                              she is gone but the joke's the same

                              pretty in pink
                              isn't she pretty in pink
                              isn't she...

                              caroline talks to you softly sometimes
                              she says "i love you" and "too much"
                              she doesn't have anything you want to steal
                              well, nothing you can touch
                              she waves...she buttons your shirt
                              the traffic is waiting outside
                              she hands you this coat
                              she gives you her clothes
                              these cars collide

                              pretty in pink
                              isn't she pretty in pink
                              isn't she...
                              The genesis of the "evil Finn" concept- Evil, evil Finland

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                              • Kosheen - Hungry

                                You're like a child with old eyes,
                                cynical and sensible, always full of surprises
                                you travel far and wide
                                looking for the feeling, lost inside you

                                They don't understand you, no
                                until it's too late
                                with everything they've handed you
                                on a silver plate

                                -CHORUS-
                                Are you hungry for a little more
                                than what you've had before?
                                Are you hungry for a taste of life?
                                whet your appetite, are you hungry?

                                Now give me this mountainside
                                cool waters to lie beside
                                give me these two strong eyes
                                to see the difference between truth and lies
                                Ah, give me this feeling when you kiss me baby
                                every day and every night
                                That's all I need, yes
                                Everything is gonna be all right

                                -CHORUS-

                                You're like a sight for sore eyes, lyrical and gentle
                                borderlining sentimental
                                You're like a dream realised
                                so why do I keep falling back to sleep,
                                I'm so serious and deep.

                                -CHORUS-
                                "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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