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  • CUP OF COFFEE

    Garbage

    You tell me you don't love me over a cup of coffee
    And I just have to look away
    A million miles between us
    Planets crashing to dust
    I just let it fade away

    I'm walking empty streets hoping we might meet
    I see your car parked on the road
    The light on at your window
    I know for sure that you're home
    But I just have to pass on by

    So no of course we can't be friends
    Not while I'm still this obsessed
    I guess I always knew the score
    This is how our story ends

    I smoke your brand of cigarettes
    And pray that you might give me a call
    I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
    Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
    And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

    So no of course we can't be friends
    Not while I still feel like this
    I guess I always knew the score
    This is where our story ends

    You left behind some clothes
    My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
    My friends all say they're worried
    I'm looking far too skinny
    I've stopped returning all their calls

    And no of course we can't be friends
    Not while I'm still so obsessed
    I want to ask where I went wrong
    But don't say anything at all

    It took a cup of coffee
    To prove that you don't love me
    One day Canada will rule the world, and then we'll all be sorry.

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    • Mighty Mouse Theme Song


      Mr. Trouble never hangs around,
      When he hears this Mighty sound,

      Here I come to save the day!
      That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!

      Yes sir, when there is a wrong to right,
      Mighty Mouse will join the fight!

      On the sea or on the land,
      He's got the situation well in hand!

      Last edited by SlowwHand; May 6, 2002, 08:43.
      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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      • from benny and joon..awesome movie!

        500 Miles by The Proclaimers

        When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
        When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

        If I get drunk yes I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
        And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

        {Refrain}
        But I would walk 500 miles
        And I would walk 500 more
        Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
        To fall down at your door

        When I'm working yes I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
        And when the money comes in for the work I'll do
        I'll pass almost every penny on to you


        When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
        And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you


        When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
        I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
        When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
        Dream about the time when I'm with 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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        • funny and fitting

          SHe Hates Me by Puddle of Mud

          Met a girl
          Thought she was grand
          Fell in love
          Found out first hand
          Went well for a week or two
          Then it all came unglued

          In a trap
          Trip I can't grip
          Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
          Then I started to realize
          I was living one big lie
          She fvckin hates me
          Trust
          She fvckin hates me
          La la la love
          I tried too hard
          And she tore my feelings like I had none
          And ripped them away

          She was queen for about an hour
          After that fvckin got sour
          She took all I ever had
          No sign of guilt
          No feeling of bad
          no

          In a trap
          Trip I can't grip
          Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
          Then I started to realize
          I was living one big lie
          She fvckin hates me
          Trust
          She fvckin hates me
          La la la love
          I tried too hard
          And she tore my feelings like I had none
          And ripped them away

          That's my story
          As you see
          Learned my lesson
          And so did she
          Now it's over
          And I'm glad
          Cause I'm a fool
          For all I said

          She fvckin hates me
          Trust
          She fvckin hates me
          La la la love
          I tried too hard
          And she tore my feelings like I had none
          And ripped them away

          La la la la la la la la la love
          Trust
          La la la la la la la la la
          Trust
          La la la la la(and she tore my feelings like i had none,trust)
          la la la la
          She fvckin hates me
          "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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          • ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE (Valley Below) - Bob Dylan

            Your breath is sweet
            Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
            Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
            On the pillow where you lie.
            But I don't sense affection
            No gratitude or love
            Your loyalty is not to me
            But to the stars above.

            One more cup of coffee for the road,
            One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
            To the valley below.

            Your daddy he's an outlaw
            And a wanderer by trade
            He'll teach you how to pick and choose
            And how to throw the blade.
            He oversees his kingdom
            So no stranger does intrude
            His voice it trembles as he calls out
            For another plate of food.

            One more cup of coffee for the road,
            One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
            To the valley below.

            Your sister sees the future
            Like your mama and yourself.
            You've never learned to read or write
            There's no books upon your shelf.
            And your pleasure knows no limits
            Your voice is like a meadowlark
            But your heart is like an ocean
            Mysterious and dark.

            One more cup of coffee for the road,
            One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
            To the valley below.
            Whether you like it or not, history is on our side.
            We will bury you.

            - N.S. Khrushchev

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            • CATCHY!!!

              I See Sound by Moth

              I do care what you have to say
              But I'm sure I'm having a very bad day
              I'm tired of being sick
              And I'm sick of being tired

              Once a long time ago
              I caught a glimpse
              Of you alone

              I see sound
              I see sound
              I see sound

              I was so very scared
              Now I've learned
              A new way to care

              I see sound
              I see sound
              From all around

              I see sound
              From all around
              From all around
              From all around

              What you do inside of me
              You turned around
              And everything was no longer
              What you had planned
              And all their faces were not friends

              And everything you thought you were
              Might be a mistake from when you start
              You'd change it if you could
              You know you would
              But there is no one else to be

              She climbed out onto the fire escape
              And said whadya doing
              You know it's late

              People told me you were back
              But I'm kinda wonderin'
              Why is that?

              Once a long time ago
              I caught a glimpse of you alone
              And I was so very scared

              But I took the thoughts
              And tripped some acid

              Hey now who ya lovin'
              Hey now who ya lovin'

              I saw you on the television
              Saw you on the television

              I see sound
              I see sound
              From all around

              I see sound
              From all around
              From all around
              From all around

              I see sound
              I see sound
              From all around

              I see sound
              From all around
              From all around
              From all around

              I see sound
              I see sound
              I see sound
              "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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              • Medicine Bottle- The Red House Painters

                giving into love and sharing my time
                letting someone into my misery
                i told it all step by step
                how i landed on the island
                and how i swam across the sea
                and it crosses my mind
                that i may wake to a knife in me
                no more breath in my hair
                or ladies' underwear
                tossed up over the alarm clock
                blood dripping from the bed
                to a neatly written poem
                a heartfelt last line reading
                there is no more mystery
                it it going to happen my love

                it's all in your head she said
                morning after nightmare
                you're building a wall she said
                higher than the both of us
                so try living life
                instead of hiding in the bedroom
                show me a smile
                and i'll promise not to leave you

                it happened under a rainy cloud
                passing through the dark south
                we went into a big house
                and slept in a small bed
                i didn't know you then
                as well as you of me
                we talked of our sad lives
                and we went off separately
                i found your overseas souvenirs
                holiday greeting cards
                and some long forgotten high school fears
                it's all in my head i said
                banging a piano
                i've not been so alone i thought
                since kicking in the womb
                i drank so much tea
                i wrote my letters in kanji
                around the block i walked and walked
                pretending you were with me
                not wanting to die out here
                without you

                the hurting never ends
                like birthdays and old friends
                we forget what is flesh blood and bone is human
                turning phone lines to airlines
                unwilling to face
                the love is found on the inside not the outside
                and like a medicine bottle
                in the cabinet i'll keep you
                and like a medicine bottle
                in my hand i will hold you
                and swallow you slowly
                as to last me a lifetime
                without holding too tight
                i do not want to lose
                the thrill that it gives me
                to look out from my window
                and scowl at the houses
                from my world in the bedroom
                it's all in my head she read
                in her girlfriend's self-help book
                it's all his own making
                a war with himself
                like two sides of a wall
                that separates two countries
                he shuts out the world
                and wants only to love you

                not wanting to die out here
                without you
                The genesis of the "evil Finn" concept- Evil, evil Finland

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                • Michael- The Red House Painters

                  (Buy, steal or download this. If it doesn't stick a lump in your throat then you have a heart of stone)

                  michael, where are you now?

                  somehow in my excitement the last time you called,
                  it slipped again to ask your hidden whereabouts
                  i got a lead from your old triple ex-girlfriend, she said
                  "i heard he lost his mind again"
                  "again?" i said
                  i didn't know that you ever did

                  michael, where are you now?

                  sleeping through the morning in flannel impaired
                  getting high in southern air
                  shoeless, sandy eveing down the unfamiliar
                  last whiff of salt-water freedom
                  skipping shells in the dead zone
                  with the ghost on your side
                  of the state borderline
                  whispering
                  "take it. . ."

                  do you remember our first subway ride?
                  our first heavy metal haircuts?
                  our last swim on the east coast?
                  and me with my ridiculous looking pierced nose?
                  i remember your warm smile in the sun
                  the daydreaming boy without a shirt on
                  the birmingham barfly father
                  left the mother of three sons
                  you're the oldest juvenile delinquent bum

                  my best friend
                  The genesis of the "evil Finn" concept- Evil, evil Finland

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                  • LEADER OF THE BAND
                    Dan Fogelberg

                    An only child alone and wild
                    A cab'net maker's son
                    His hands were meant for diff'rent work
                    And his heart was known to none
                    He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
                    And he gave to me a gift
                    I know I never can repay

                    A quiet man of music
                    Denied a simpler fate
                    He tried to be a soldier once
                    But his music wouldn't wait
                    He earned his love thru' discipline
                    A thund'ring velvet hand
                    His gentle means of sculpting souls
                    Took me years to understand

                    The leader of the band
                    Is tired and his eyes are growing old
                    But his blood runs thru' my instrument
                    And his song is in my soul
                    My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
                    I'm just a living legacy
                    To the leader of the band

                    My brother's lives were diff'rent
                    For they heard another call
                    One went to Chicago and the other to St. Paul
                    And I'm in Colorado
                    When I'm not in some hotel
                    Living out this life I've chose
                    And come to know so well

                    I thank you for the music
                    And your stories of the road
                    I thank you for the freedom
                    When it came my time to go
                    I thank you for the kindness
                    And the times when you got tough
                    And papa I don't think I said
                    "I love you" near enough

                    The leader of the band
                    Is tired and his eyes are growing old
                    But his blood runs thru' my instrument
                    And his song is in my soul
                    My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
                    I'm just a living legacy
                    To the leader of the band
                    I am the living legacy
                    To the leader of the band
                    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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                    • ARMY DREAMERS

                      Kate Bush

                      'B.F.P.O.'
                      Army dreamers.
                      'Mammy's hero.'
                      'B.F.P.O.'
                      'Mammy's hero.'

                      Our little army boy
                      Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
                      I've a bunch of purple flowers
                      To decorate a mammy's hero.

                      Mourning in the aerodrome,
                      The weather warmer, he is colder.
                      Four men in uniform
                      To carry home my little soldier.

                      'What could he do?
                      Should have been a rock star.'
                      But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
                      'What could he do?
                      Should have been a politician.'
                      But he never had a proper education.
                      'What could he do?
                      Should have been a father.'
                      But he never even made it to his twenties.
                      What a waste --
                      Army dreamers.
                      Ooh, what a waste of
                      Army dreamers.

                      Tears o'er a tin box.
                      Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
                      Like a chicken with a fox,
                      He couldn't win the war with ego.

                      Give the kid the pick of pips,
                      And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
                      Now he's sitting in his hole,
                      He might as well have buttons and bows.

                      'What could he do?
                      Should have been a rock star.'
                      But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
                      'What could he do?
                      Should have been a politician.'
                      But he never had a proper education.
                      'What could he do?
                      Should have been a father.'
                      But he never even made it to his twenties.
                      What a waste --
                      Army dreamers.
                      Ooh, what a waste of
                      Army dreamers.
                      Ooh, what a waste of all that
                      Army dreamers,
                      Army dreamers,
                      Army dreamers, oh...

                      ('B.F.P.O.')
                      Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
                      Army dreamers.
                      Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
                      ('Mammy's hero.')
                      ('B.F.P.O.')
                      Army Dreamers.
                      ('Mammy's hero.')
                      ('B.F.P.O.')
                      No harm heroes.
                      ('Mammy's hero.')
                      ('B.F.P.O.')
                      Army dreamers.
                      ('Mammy's hero.')
                      ('B.F.P.O.')
                      No harm heroes.

                      B.F.P.O - British Forces Posted Overseas.
                      One day Canada will rule the world, and then we'll all be sorry.

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                      • Runrig - Big Songs of Hope & Cheer

                        The satellites are raining down
                        On the international room
                        There's nothing secret, nothing sacred anymore
                        All the soldiers of the world are turning history around
                        They're with me now, they're breaking down the door

                        One mother's daughter has seen her brothers
                        Taken to the shadowlands
                        Now she's waiting for six soldiers to return
                        And another mother's daughter 's down on channel 21
                        Where stie's opened up her life to let it burn

                        And the company say. give us more of these
                        Big songs of hope and cheer
                        Hits and hooks and riffs that shine as new
                        As the refugees come in, live and dying, miles across the snow
                        And there's nothing that this stunning world can do

                        The satellites are raining down
                        On a Sunday afternoon
                        She's opened for the world to take it all
                        Where we face our sweetest demons in the hands of flesh and love
                        She's aching at the stations of the fall

                        Pictures in a room
                        I can't take it anymore
                        Have I awakened to a strange land
                        Pictures in a room
                        Somebody help me please
                        'Cause I can't sing the paeans of hope in a torn world
                        "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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                        • THE BALLAD OF JOHN STEELE by Peter Mayer

                          I fell from the sky June 1945
                          To fight the good fight was my mission
                          A hero I’m gonna be oh Lord have mercy on me
                          A dead or alive one is the question
                          Down to the fields of France into enemy hands
                          Quite a hopeless proposition
                          But I never hit the ground I got caught on a steeple like a
                          circus clown
                          Another unjustified crucifixion

                          I miss my baby back home
                          Caught in the crossfire I’m so alone
                          I keep holding on tryin’ to be strong

                          Let me down let me down
                          Put my feet back on the ground
                          I’m danglin’ dancin’ clown let me down
                          Let me go let me go
                          I’m caught between heaven and earth below
                          Take my life or let me know let me go

                          All the Jacks and Joan of Arcs gave their sweat they gave their hearts
                          Then took their place in history
                          So was it just my luck to be the most famous sitting duck
                          It’s a mystery to me

                          I miss my baby back home caught in the crossfire I’m so alone
                          I keep holding on tryin’ to be strong

                          Let me down let me down
                          Put my feet back on the ground
                          I’m danglin’ dancin’ clown let me down
                          Let me go let me go
                          I’m caught between heaven and earth below
                          Take my life or let me know let me go

                          I say na na na na na………..

                          You do your best to prepare you study hard you comb you hair
                          Get ready for your glorious debut
                          Then the cosmic comedian comes and turns
                          her trick again
                          That’s when you find the punchline is you

                          I say na na na na na………..
                          "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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                          • Two For Tuesday; Alice Cooper

                            Eighteen

                            Lines form on my face and hands
                            Lines form from the ups and downs
                            I'm in the middle without any plans
                            I'm a boy and I'm a man

                            I'm eighteen
                            and I don't know what I want
                            Eighteen
                            I just don't know what I want
                            Eighteen
                            I gotta get away
                            I gotta get out of this place
                            I'll go runnin in outer space
                            Oh yeah

                            I got a
                            baby's brain and an old man's heart
                            Took eighteen years to get this far
                            Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
                            Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
                            Cause I'm

                            Eighteen
                            I get confused every day
                            Eighteen
                            I just don't know what to say
                            Eighteen
                            I gotta get away

                            Lines form on my face and my hands
                            Lines form on the left and right
                            I'm in the middle
                            the middle of life
                            I'm a boy and I'm a man
                            I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
                            Yes I like it
                            Oh I like it
                            Love it
                            Like it
                            Love it
                            Eighteen!
                            Eighteen!
                            Eighteen!
                            Eighteen and I LIKE IT
                            -----------------------------------------------------------------

                            School's Out


                            Well we got no choice
                            All the girls and boys
                            Makin all that noise
                            'Cause they found new toys
                            Well we can't salute ya
                            Can't find a flag
                            If that don't suit ya
                            That's a drag

                            School's out for summer
                            School's out forever
                            School's been blown to pieces

                            No more pencils
                            No more books
                            No more teacher's dirty looks

                            Well we got no class
                            And we got no principles
                            And we got no innocence
                            We can't even think of a word that rhymes

                            School's out for summer
                            School's out forever
                            School's been blown to pieces

                            No more pencils
                            No more books
                            No more teacher's dirty looks

                            Out for summer
                            Out till fall
                            We might not go back at all

                            School's out forever
                            School's out for summer
                            School's out with fever
                            School's out completely



                            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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                            • slowwhand: i'm impressed!! he was the marilyn manson of his day! you wild guy!

                              Blind World by Flybanger

                              When are we going to finally meet destruction
                              When are we gonna finally meet disorder


                              Pretend you're not blind and just see there's no more time


                              Try to make what will break
                              Just another fool in a blind world
                              Lived a lie with all the hype
                              Just another fool like the other ones
                              When are we going to finally meet destruction
                              When are we going to finally meet destruction
                              Pretend you're not blind and just see there's no more time
                              Try to make what will break
                              Just another fool in a blind world


                              Somewhere inside you tried to hide just another fool like the other ones just like the other ones
                              "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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                              • emotionally moving

                                Never Let You Down by THe Verve Pipe

                                i’m trying to keep my feet on the ground

                                i’m getting to like this feeling i’ve found

                                i’m getting to love the thought of

                                having you around and

                                i will never let you down

                                your friends were all well-meaning

                                when they said no one is good enough for you

                                but if they play with your emotions

                                dismiss the notion

                                and do what you have to do

                                cause people don’t take chances with their hearts

                                since i’ve met you i am past the hardest part

                                so remember one thing

                                i will never let you down

                                i’m trying to keep...

                                sometimes you feel defeated

                                but it’s ok...

                                you’re not the only one

                                and all the complications,

                                the bad situations - happen to everyone

                                it doesn’t matter how it ended or began

                                sometimes the best that you can do is change your plans

                                i hope you understand that

                                i will never let you down

                                i’m trying to keep...
                                "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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