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  • #61
    Stranger than fiction triple.

    Bad Religion - Marked

    if I'm a monster,
    I am a willing one,
    this roller coaster ride is an enticing one,
    on the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike
    through disorder carry me like a vessel to water

    everything you see leaves a mark on your soul,
    everything you feel leaves a mark on your soul,
    everything you touch leaves a mark on your soul,
    everything you make leaves a mark on your soul

    if I can touch it,
    I can destroy it,
    if it's imaginable to some degree,
    I can become it,
    like a hungry turning vortex that just flickers to existence,
    consuming bits and pieces until I'm finally extinguished

    everyone you see leaves a mark on your soul,
    everyone you bare leaves a mark on your soul,
    everyone you touch leaves a mark on your soul,
    everyone you love leaves a mark on your soul

    everything you take leaves a mark on your soul,
    everything you give leaves a mark on your soul,
    and all the fear and loneliness that's impossible to control,
    and every tear you cry leaves a mark on your soul

    Bad Religion - The Handshake

    Every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend,
    could it be that it's only superficiality?
    without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise,
    handshakes are nothing but a subtle "**** you"
    contracts determine the best friendships

    this is the way of the modern world
    everyone's vying for patronage
    this is the way of the modern world
    and something has got to give

    every time you shake someone's hand,
    and you share neither color or creed,
    you gotta overcome the obstacles of history,
    there is restrained passion, mistrust, and bigotry
    and these have created the new foundations of society,
    there's no harmony just class and race

    this is the way of the modern world,
    everyone's fighting for dominance,
    this is the way of the modern world,
    and something has gotta give

    now I believe in unity, and I am willing to compromise,
    but I'm not gonna lie or sell my soul

    every time you shake someone's hand,
    it determines where you stand,
    and if you won't uphold your side then it's better to
    fend for yourself, and shun the handshake,
    someone's gotta give

    Bad Religion - Television

    television, television, television, television

    oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light,
    submerge in electric waves,
    I need my connection to the world outside

    the world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer,
    the candidates are running, and soon the son of God is coming,
    crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution,
    whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone

    television, television, television, television

    oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light,
    submerge in electric waves,
    I need my connection to the world outside

    every atom of my body, blood and sinew, bone and fibre,
    I can't distil you from my blood,
    you're a hungry germ inside of me,
    you're my lover, you're my heroine,
    my conscience and my voice,
    and I know that I have learned to let you in I
    will lever have to be alone

    television, television, television, television

    oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light,
    submerge in electric waves,
    I need my connection to the world outside

    I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation,
    I prefer my big brother he's so gentle and understanding,
    and I learn what I can from him by the television light,
    so that when I'm all alone I know everything's gonna be alright

    television, television, television, television
    television, television, television, television

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    • #62
      Two For Tuesday; The Blues Brothers

      Shotgun Blues


      Every night I go to sleep
      The blues fall down like rain
      Every night I go to sleep
      The blues fall down like rain
      Taking pills, cheap whiskey
      Just to try to ease the pain


      Well it's hard to gamble
      When you lose every bet
      Hard to save money
      When you're twenty years in debt
      The blues is falling
      Falling down on me like rain
      I'm gonna take a shotgun now people
      And disconnect my brain
      Matt 'Guitar' Murphy!


      I made some mistakes
      Had some bad breaks
      Now my mind don't work
      And my whole body aches
      The blues is falling
      Falling down on me like rain
      My life is like water
      Just swirling down the drain


      Well I tried standin' up
      I keep on falling down
      Tried standing up
      Keep on fallin' down
      Everywhere I go
      The blues is all around

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

      Who's Making Love

      All you fellas, gather 'round me
      and let me give you some good advice
      What I'm gonna, gonna ask you now
      You'd better think about it twice
      While you're out cheatin' on your woman
      there is something I never ever dreamed of and that is


      Who's making love to your old lady
      While you were out making love
      Who's making love to your old lady
      While you were out making love


      I've known so, so many fellows
      All in that same old bag
      Thinkin' that a woman was made to
      to be beat on and treated so bad
      Well now fellows, let me tell you something
      Something I never ever dreamed of


      Who's making love to your old lady
      While you were out making love
      Who's making love to your old lady
      While you were out making love


      I know there are some woman guilty of this too
      I'm not trying to run you life boy, the choice is up to you
      Yeah you, you you


      Reason why I ask this question
      I used to be the same old way
      'Til I started to straighten up
      I found out it was a bit too late
      Oh yeah, that's when it all started
      Something I never ever dreamed of


      Somebody was a lovin' my old lady
      While I was out making love
      Somebody was a lovin' my old lady
      While I was out making love


      Now who's making love to your old lady
      While you were out making love
      Who's making love to your old lady
      While you were out making love


      Somebody was a lovin' my old lady
      While I was out making love


      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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      • #63
        diamond reo


        "How Your Love Makes Me Feel"


        I'm no poet and I know it
        I don't use five dollar words
        This might not sound like much compared to all the pretty things you've heard
        But here's how I'd explain it since you brought it up
        It won't sound like anybody else's version of love

        It's like just before dark
        Jump in the car
        Buy an ice cream and see how far we can drive before it melts kinda feelin'
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        There's a cow in the road and you swerve to the left
        Fate skips a beat and it scares you to death and you laugh until you cry
        That's how your love makes me feel inside

        It might not be more suitable for greeting cards and such
        But it's a true and honest feeling and if you feel it half as much
        We could go through life together without a worry or a care
        Knowing deep down in our hearts that we've got something special here

        It's like just before dark
        Jump in the car
        Buy an ice cream and see how far we can drive before it melts kinda feelin'
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        There's a cow in the road and you swerve to the left
        Fate skips a beat and it scares you to death and you laugh until you cry
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        That's how your love makes me feel

        I have always heard you can't put love into words

        It's like just before dark
        Jump in the car
        Buy an ice cream and see how far we can drive before it melts kinda feelin'
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        There's a cow in the road and you swerve to the left
        Fate skips a beat and it scares you to death and you laugh until you cry
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        That's how your love makes me feel inside
        That's how I feel
        That's how your love makes me feel
        "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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        • #64
          Bother by stone sour

          Wish I was too dead to cry
          My self-affliction fades
          Stones to throw at my creator
          Masochists to which I cater
          You don't need to bother;
          I don't need to be
          I'll keep slipping farther
          But once I hold on,
          I won't let go 'til it bleeds

          Wish I was too dead to care
          If indeed I cared at all
          Never had a voice to protest
          So you fed me **** to digest
          I wish I had a reason;
          my flaws are open season
          For this, I gave up trying
          One good turn deserves my dying

          You don't need to bother;
          I don't need to be
          I'll keep slipping farther
          But once I hold on,
          I won't let go 'til it bleeds

          [Solo: Corey]

          Wish I'd died instead of lived
          A zombie hides my face
          Shell forgotten
          with its memories
          Diaries left
          with cryptic entries

          And you don't need to bother;
          I don't need to be
          I'll keep slipping farther
          But once I hold on,
          I won't let go 'til it bleeds

          You don't need to bother;
          I don't need to be
          I'll keep slipping farther
          But once I hold on:
          I'll never live down my deceit
          "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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          • #65
            Inner Circle - Bad Boys

            Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want
            Whatcha gonna do when sherrif John Brown
            come for you tell me whatcha gonna do.

            Bad boys bad boys
            Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
            when they come for you
            Bad boys, bad boys
            Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
            when they come for you

            When you were eight
            And you had bad traits
            You go to school and you learn the golden rule
            So why are you acting like a bloody fool
            If you get hot you must get cool

            Bad boys, bad boys
            Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
            When they come for you (repeat)

            You chuck it on this one
            You chuck it on this one
            You chuck it on mother and
            You chuck it on you father
            You chuck it on you brother and
            You chuck it on you sister
            You chuck it on that one and you chuck it on me

            Nobody naw give you no break
            Police naw give you no break
            Soldier naw give you no break
            Not even you idren naw give you no break

            Why did you have to act so mean don't you know
            You're a human being born of a mother with
            The love of a father reflections come and reflections go
            I know sometimes you want to let go
            I know sometimes you want to let go
            "Paul Hanson, you should give Gibraltar back to the Spanish" - Paiktis, dramatically over-estimating my influence in diplomatic circles.

            Eyewerks - you know you want to visit. No really, you do. Go on, click me.

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            • #66
              America Will Always Stand
              by Randy Travis

              She stands in the face of evil
              and will not lose hope or faith
              America, the land of freedom
              Still the home of the brave.

              Chorus
              So raise the banner, called Old Glory
              Let us join our fellow man
              History will tell the story,
              America will always stand.

              Walking through the fires of danger
              There are those who gave their lives
              They're the world's greatest heroes,
              And we won't forget their sacrifice.

              (Chorus):
              So raise the banner, called Old Glory
              Let us join our fellow man
              History will tell the story,
              America will always stand.

              America is not divided
              Our enemies they will be stopped.
              'Cause, we the people are united
              And still, one nation Under God.

              (Chorus):
              So raise the banner, called Old Glory
              Let us join our fellow man
              History will tell the story,
              America will always stand.
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • #67
                WHAT BECOMES OF THE BROKEN-HEARTED
                JIMMY RUFFIN

                As I walk this land with broken dreams
                I have visions of many things
                Love's happiness is just an illusion
                Filled with sadness and confusion,
                What becomes of the broken hearted
                Who had love that's now departed?
                I know I've got to find
                Some kind of peace of mind
                Maybe.
                The fruits of love grow all around
                But for me they come a tumblin' down.
                Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
                I can't stand this pain much longer
                I walk in shadows
                Searching for light
                Cold and alone
                No comfort in sight,
                Hoping and praying for someone to care
                Always moving and goin to where
                What becomes of the broken hearted
                Who had love that's now departed?
                I know I've got to find
                Some kind of peace of mind
                Maybe.
                I'm searching though I don't succeed,
                But someone look, there's a growing need.
                Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning,
                All that's left is an unhappy ending.
                Now what's become of the broken-hearted
                Who had love that's now departed?
                I know I've got to find
                Some kind of peace of mind
                I'll be searching everywhere
                Just to find someone to care.
                I'll be looking everyday
                I know I'm gonna find a way
                Nothings gonna stop me now
                I'll find a way somehow
                I'll be searching everywhere
                (fade)




                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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                • #68
                  Cover You in Kisses
                  by John Michael Montgomery

                  You say it's cold back there in Denver
                  A foot of new snow on the ground
                  You're all bundled up in blankets
                  I'd give anything to be there with you now

                  I'd cover you in kisses
                  Hold you in my arms
                  That's all that I can think of
                  Every minute we're apart
                  Darlin' I've been livin'
                  For the moment that we touch
                  So I can cover you in kisses
                  And wrap you in my love

                  Baby keep that fire burnin'
                  Pour a glass of that sweet wine
                  Let your hair down on your shoulders
                  And I'll be there just in time

                  To cover you in kisses
                  Hold you in my arms
                  That's all that I can think of
                  Every minute we're apart
                  Darlin' I've been livin'
                  For the moment that we touch
                  So I can cover you in kisses
                  And wrap you in my love

                  Darlin' I've been livin'
                  For the moment that we touch
                  So I can cover you in kisses
                  And wrap you in my love
                  I wanna cover you in kisses
                  And wrap you in my love
                  "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                  • #69
                    Blondie - Rapture

                    Toe to toe dancing very close
                    Body breathing almost comatose
                    Wall to wall people hypnotized
                    And they're stepping lightly
                    Hang each night in rapture
                    Back to back sacroiliac
                    Spineless movement and a wild attack
                    Face to face sightless solitude
                    And it's finger popping
                    Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
                    Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
                    DJ spinning I said "My My"
                    Flash is fast Flash is cool
                    Francois c'est pas flashe non due
                    And you don't stop sure shot
                    Go out to the parking lot
                    And you get in your car and drive real far
                    And you drive all night and then you see a light
                    And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
                    And out comes the man from Mars
                    And you try to run but he's got a gun
                    And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
                    And then you're in the man from Mars
                    You go out at night eating cars
                    You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too
                    Mercurys and Subaru
                    And you don't stop
                    You keep on eating cars
                    Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
                    And eat up bars where the people meet
                    Face to face
                    Dance cheek to cheek
                    One to one
                    Man to man
                    Dance toe to toe
                    Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars
                    He's eating bars
                    Yeah wall to wall
                    Door to door
                    Hall to hall
                    He's gonna eat 'em all
                    Rapture
                    Be pure
                    Take a tour through the sewer
                    Don't strain your brain
                    Paint a train
                    You'll be singing in the rain
                    Said don't stop to the punk rock
                    Well now you see what you wanna be
                    Just have your party on TV
                    Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where the TV's on
                    And now he's gone back up to space where he won't have a hassle with
                    the human race
                    And you hip hop
                    And you don't stop
                    Just blast off sure shot
                    Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars
                    And eating bars
                    And now he only eats guitars
                    Get up!
                    "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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                    • #70
                      Mother's Talk by Tears for Fears

                      My features form with a change in the weather
                      Weekend
                      We can work it out
                      My features form with a change in the weather
                      Weekend
                      We can work it out
                      When the wind blows
                      When the mothers talk
                      When the wind blows
                      When the wind blows
                      When the mothers talk
                      When the wind blows
                      We can work it out

                      It's not that you're not good enough
                      It's just that we can make you better
                      Given that you pay the price
                      We can keep you young and tender
                      Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre
                      You were paid not listen now your house is on fire

                      Wake me up when things get started
                      When everything starts to happen

                      My features form with a change in the weather

                      Some of us horrified
                      Others never talk about it
                      But when the weather starts to burn
                      Then you'll know that you're in trouble
                      Following in the footsteps of a soldier girl
                      It is time to put your clothes on and to face the world

                      Don't you feel your luck is changing
                      When everything starts to happen
                      Put your head right next to my heart
                      The beat of the drum is the fear of the dark

                      My features form with a change in the weather
                      "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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                      • #71
                        Check my signature... if interested

                        Beyond the Sun by Babylon Whores (1997)

                        If a tree falls down
                        Does it make a sound
                        If there's no one to see
                        And if I'm all alone
                        Everybody's gone
                        Then it's the real me
                        Right?

                        And if you found yourself
                        To be like no one else
                        Who would that no one be
                        And if you blew your cool
                        With life as an april's fool
                        The truth could be seen?
                        Right?

                        Didn't see no world in a grain of sand
                        No flowers to hold in our hands
                        Didn't got no million in prizes
                        The shoe didn't fit in none of the sizes

                        Pull down the shade on your window
                        Go paint it a smiling face
                        Lose yourself in the shadows like days

                        And everything is new and bright
                        like vomit kisses on summer nights
                        A tooth for an eye and eye for a tooth
                        A truth for an eye a lie for a tooth
                        They say
                        If there is a Beast
                        And your soul's diseased
                        Would you take its hand
                        If God don't love you
                        Just be a man
                        And be God damned
                        Oh won't you just let it come
                        Say hi, the enemy of sun
                        Oh it's there just look deep within
                        Growing bigger with your feeble sins

                        Pull out your heart through the rib cage
                        Go paint it a smiling face
                        Leave a scarab in its place

                        Would you believe that the earth is hollow
                        And our path is the straight and narrow
                        Toothe fairies and Santa Claus
                        There's troll's blood in all of us

                        Would you believe that there's nothing more for us
                        No more hate
                        No more love
                        No fight and fuss
                        When everything is said, denied and done
                        Beyond the sun


                        Beyond the Sun by Babylon Whores (1996, different lines in italic)

                        If a tree falls down
                        Does it make a sound
                        If there's no one to see
                        And if I'm all alone
                        Everybody's gone
                        Then it's the real me
                        Right?

                        And if I see the moon
                        In the afternoon
                        Is it day or night

                        And is it self pity
                        Or plain stupidity
                        To mourn a live that has died


                        Didn't see no world in a grain of sand
                        No flowers to hold in our hands
                        Didn't got no million in prizes
                        The shoe didn't fit in none of the sizes

                        Pull down the shade on your window
                        Go paint it a smiling face
                        Lose yourself in the shadows like days

                        And everything is new and bright
                        like vomit kisses on summer nights
                        A tooth for an eye and eye for a tooth
                        A truth for an eye a lie for a tooth
                        A truth for a lie a lie for truth
                        They say

                        If there is a Beast
                        And your soul's diseased
                        Would you take its hand

                        Just let it blow your cool
                        And your life's an april's fool
                        In never neverland


                        Well don't you just let it come
                        Say hi, the enemy of sun
                        Oh it's there just look deep within
                        Growing bigger with your feeble sins

                        Pull out your heart through the rib cage
                        Go paint it a smiling face
                        Leave a scarab in its place

                        Would you believe that the earth is hollow
                        And our path is the straight and narrow
                        Toothe fairies and Santa Claus
                        There's troll's blood in all of us

                        Would you believe that there's nothing more for us
                        No more hate
                        No more love
                        No fight and fuss
                        When everything is said, denied and done
                        Beyond the sun
                        You make my life and times
                        A book of bluesy Saturdays

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                        • #72
                          Zwei fur Dienstag - The Beatles

                          Just cos I've had random songs by them floating through my head all day...

                          Yellow Submarine

                          In the town where I was born
                          Lived a man who sailed to sea
                          And he told us of his life
                          In the land of submarines
                          So we sailed up to the sun
                          Till we found a sea of green
                          And we lived beneath the waves
                          in our yellow submarine

                          We all live in a yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
                          We all live in a yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

                          And our friends are all aboard
                          Many more of them live next door
                          And the band begins to play

                          We all live in a yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
                          We all live in a yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

                          (Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead
                          Full speed ahead it is, Sgt.
                          Cut the cable, drop the cable
                          Aye, Sir, aye
                          Captain, captain)

                          As we live a life of ease
                          Every one of us has all we need
                          Sky of blue and sea of green
                          In our yellow submarine

                          We all live in a yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
                          We all live in a yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
                          Yellow submarine...


                          Ob La Di, Ob La Da

                          Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
                          Molly is the singer in a band
                          Desmond say to Molly, girl I like you face
                          And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand

                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da,
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on
                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on

                          Desmond take a trolley to the jewelers store
                          Buys a twenty carat golden ring
                          Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
                          And as he gives it to her she begins to sing

                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on
                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on

                          Yeah, In a couple of years they
                          have built a home sweet home
                          With a couple of kids running in the yard
                          of Desmond and Molly Jones

                          Happy ever after in the market place
                          Desmond lets the children lend a hand
                          Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
                          And in the evening she's a singer with the band

                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on
                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on

                          Happy ever after in the market place
                          Molly lets the children lend a hand
                          Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
                          And in the evening he's a singer with the band

                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on
                          Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
                          Life goes on, bra
                          La la how the life goes on
                          And if you want some fun
                          take Ob-la-di-bla-da
                          "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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                          • #73
                            DEDICATED TO POISON FLOWER: cheer up

                            C is for Cookie - Cookie Monster

                            Now what starts with the letter "C"?
                            "Cookie" starts with "C"!
                            Let's think of other things that starts with "C"!
                            Uh. . .Uh. . . Who cares about other things?!

                            "C" is for Cookie that's good enough for me,
                            "C" is for cookie that's good neough for me,
                            "C" is for cookie that's good enough for me,
                            Oh! cookie, cookie, cookie starts with "C"!

                            A Little Help From My Friends by the Beatles

                            What would you do if I sang out of tune
                            Would you stand up and walk out on me
                            Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
                            and I'll try not to sing out of key

                            I get by with a little help from my friends
                            I get high with a little help from my friends
                            Gonna try with a little help from my friends

                            What do I do when my love is away
                            Does it worry you to be alone
                            How do you feel by the end of the day
                            Are you sad because you're on your own

                            I get by with a little help from my friends
                            I get high with a little help from my friends
                            Gonna try with a little help from my friends

                            Do you need anybody
                            I need somebody to love
                            Could it be anybody
                            I want somebody to love

                            Would you belive in a love at first sight
                            Yes, I´m certain that it happens all the time
                            What do you see when you turn out the light
                            I can´t tell you, but I know it's mine

                            I get by with a little help from my friends
                            I get high with a little help from my friends
                            Gonna try with a little help from my friends

                            Do you need anybody
                            I need somebody to love
                            Could it be anybody
                            I want somebody to love

                            I get by with a little help from my friends
                            Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends
                            With a little help from my friends
                            "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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                            • #74
                              U2 - The Playboy Mansion

                              If Coke is a mystery
                              Michael Jackson.... History
                              If beauty is truth
                              And surgery, the fountain of youth
                              What am I to do
                              Have I got the gift to get my through
                              The gates of that mansion

                              If OJ is more than a drink
                              And a Big Mac bigger than you think
                              If perfume is an obsession
                              And talk shows, confession
                              Another push and we'll be through
                              The gates of that mansion

                              I never bought a Lotto ticket
                              I never parked in anyone's space
                              The banks feel like cathedrals
                              I guess casinos took their place
                              Love, come on down
                              Don't wake her, she'll come around

                              Chance is a kind of religion
                              Where you're damned for plain hard luck
                              I never did see that movie
                              I never did read that book
                              Love, come on down
                              Let my numbers come around

                              Don't know if I can hold one
                              Don't know if I'm that strong
                              Don't know if I can wait that long
                              Until the colors come flashing
                              And the lights go on

                              Then there will be no time for sorrow
                              Then there will be no time for shame
                              And though I can't say why
                              I know I've got to believe

                              We'll go driving in that pool
                              It's who you know that gets you through
                              The gates of the playboy mansion
                              But they don't mention.... the pain

                              There will be no time for sorrow
                              There will be no time for shame
                              There will be no time for sorrow
                              There will be no time for shame
                              "Everything for the State, nothing against the State, nothing outside the State" - Benito Mussolini

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                              • #75
                                Alanis Morisette - Ironic

                                An old man turned ninety-eight
                                He won the lottery and died the next day
                                It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
                                It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
                                And isn't it ironic... don't you think?

                                (chorus)
                                It's like rain on your wedding day
                                It's a free ride when you've already paid
                                It's the good advice that you just didn't take
                                And who would've thought it figures?

                                Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
                                He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
                                He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
                                And as the plane crashed down he thought
                                "Well, isn't this nice."
                                And isn't it ironic ... don't you think?

                                (repeat chorus)

                                Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
                                When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
                                And life has a funny way of helping you out when
                                You think everything's gone wrong and everthing blows up
                                In your face

                                A traffic jam when you're already late
                                A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
                                It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
                                It's meeting the man of my dreams
                                And then meeting his beautiful wife
                                And isn't it ironic... don't you think
                                A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think...

                                (repeat chorus)

                                Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
                                And life has a funny way of helping you out
                                Helping you out.


                                10,000 Maniacs - Like The Weather

                                The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
                                Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.
                                With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
                                A quiver in my lips as if I might cry.

                                Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe.
                                Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave.
                                Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
                                Quiver in my voice as I cry,

                                "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away."

                                I hear the sound of a noon bell chime.
                                Now I'm far behind.
                                You've put in 'bout half a day
                                while here I lie
                                with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
                                A quiver in my lip as if I might cry,

                                "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"

                                Do I need someone here to scold me
                                or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward.
                                For it is such a long time since my better days.
                                I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.

                                The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.
                                Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
                                with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
                                A quiver in my voice as I cry,

                                "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
                                I shiver, quiver, and try to wake
                                "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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