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  • #31
    Yeah, but Since You Been Gone was already in the Graham Bonnet era (1979). I agree that RJD is a great singer, however, and it was during his time that Rainbow had their prime.
    Follow the masses!
    30,000 lemmings can't be wrong!

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    • #32
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      Song:One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces (live at 9:30 Club)
      Artist:Ben Folds
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      September '75
      I was 47 Inches high
      my mom said by Christmas I would have
      a bad-ass mother G.I Joe
      for you little minds to blow
      I still got beat up after class - yeah!
      Now I'm big and important
      one angry dwarf and
      200 solem faces are you
      if you really want to see me
      check the papers and the tv
      looks who's telling who what to do
      Kiss my ass
      goodbye
      so don't give me that bull****
      you know who I am
      I'm your nightmare little man
      Vic you stole my lunch money made me cry
      Jane remember second grade?
      Said you couldn't stand my face
      rather than kiss me you said you'd rather die
      Now I'm big and important
      one angry dwarf and
      200 solem faces are you
      if you really want to see me
      check the papers and the tv
      looks who's telling who what to do
      Yeah - Kiss my ass
      Goodbye
      Awwwwwww ****
      You'll be sorry one day
      yeah you will - yes you will
      you shouldn't push me around
      cause I will - yes I will
      you will be sorry when I'm big
      yes you will - yes you will
      you will be sorry
      'cause I'm big and important
      one angry dwarf and
      200 solem faces are you
      if you really want to see me
      check the papers check the tv
      oh, no, looks who's telling who what to do
      kiss my ass - mother****er

      Jon Millwe
      Jon Miller-
      I AM.CANADIAN
      GENERATION 35: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.

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      • #33
        INCUBUS
        Clean
        Today, everything was fine.
        Until roundabout, quarter to nine
        I suddenly found myself in a bind.
        Was it something I said?
        Something I read and manifested that's getting you down.
        DOn't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye, I'd sonner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.

        Say what you will, say what you mean.
        You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
        Tomorrow, what price will I pay?

        Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?
        Would you then gimme the time of day?
        I need a map of your head, translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown.
        You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four letter words annd let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town.

        So say what you will, say what you mean.
        you could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
        Bunnies!
        Welcome to the DBTSverse!
        God, Allah, boedha, siva, the stars, tealeaves and the palm of you hand. If you are so desperately looking for something to believe in GO FIND A MIRROR
        'Space05us is just a stupid nice guy' - Space05us

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        • #34
          Triple Shot Thursday; Humble Pie

          Hot 'N' Nasty

          Find it)
          (Who that?)
          (Mercy)
          (Who that sayin' mercy?)
          So hot 'n' nasty
          Oh, hey Joe, don't forget to shake it
          While you sleepin' on that bed
          You know it really makes it
          Look at me shake a leg, oh
          I got my head in a cloud
          I'm gonna stand out in the crowd
          I wanna sing out loud
          Ooh, got to do it with the feelin'
          Now you gonna hit the ceiling

          Do you get the message?
          Do you get the message?
          Do you get the message?

          Hey, boogaloo, I really love you
          Look what you've done to my head
          Take all my time
          Take all my money
          But most of all you take all my bread
          Oh, I got my head in a cloud
          I wanna sing it loud
          I'm gonna stand out in the crowd
          You got to do it with the feelin'
          Well, you gonna hit the ceiling

          Do you get the message?
          Do you get the message?
          Do you get the message?

          Don't forget to shake that thing...
          Do it with the feelin'
          Then you gonna, then you gonna hit the ceiling

          Hot 'n' nasty, hot 'n' nasty
          It's hot 'n' nasty, so hot 'n' nasty
          So hot 'n' nasty

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

          Black Coffee

          Yer!
          Black coffee is my name
          Black coffee is not a thing
          Black coffee freshly ground and fully packed
          Hot black coffee boys
          Black coffee
          That's where it's at
          Mean it!
          Way back you all know
          Since I don't know when
          See I got to move on
          Before I was 10
          You see my skin is white
          But my soul is black
          So hot black coffee
          That's where it's at
          Black coffee
          That's what I'm talkin' about boys
          Black coffee
          That's what I mean
          Black coffee
          Ooh! You've got to feel it in your hand
          Black coffee
          Hmm! Yer!
          Black coffee
          Well you hear that
          Some black tea
          Well it can't compare with me
          That's right
          Black tea well it's as good as
          It's as good as
          It's as good as it can be
          But it's a cup of black coffee
          That a working man needs to see yer
          In America, well it's the land of the free
          You can get what you want if you've got some do re me
          Travelling far and I work like a slave
          Now how can you get and you know I get L.A.
          I get me a job and I build me a place
          I got a spit of black coffee
          Oh! How good it tastes!
          I said a dime is all it costs in the states
          For a cup of black coffee
          How good it tastes!
          Black coffee
          Alright
          Black coffee
          Oh!
          Black coffee
          It's what I want now
          It's what I need
          Black coffee
          To suit my soul
          To suit my soul now
          Black coffee
          It's what I want
          It's what I need
          Black coffee
          It's where it's at
          It's where it's at
          Black coffee
          It's where it's at
          It's where it's at

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

          One-eyed Trouser-Snake Rumba

          I wanna know what you're living for
          Are you the kinda girl that lives rather low
          I got the key and you got the door
          Throw away your troubles baby, gimme more

          Gimme more, yeah, gimme more of that loving
          Gimme more, oh oh, I want more

          I wanna know why your face so red
          You gotta lay down what's in your head
          Do your time, top gay bag, it's said
          No talk now honey, make the bed

          Gimme more, yeah I got loving
          Gimme more, oh oh, I want more

          I wanna know what you're living for
          Are you the kinda girl that lives rather low
          I got the key and you got the door
          Throw away your troubles honey, gimme more

          Gimme more, yeah, gimme more of that loving
          Gimme more, yeah, I said, I want more

          Gimme more, oh oh, that's right
          Gimme more, oh, I want more
          Oh
          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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          • #35
            another year of putting up the lyrics of bad songs?
            "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
            "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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            • #36
              No, another year of you running your mouth, but contributing nothing.

              A Philly thing, it would appear.
              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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              • #37
                dont you got cows to herd, texas boy?
                "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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                • #38
                  Albert, you really don't want to start with me.
                  You really don't.
                  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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                  • #39
                    i think i can handle it, old man... try me. that is, when you're not busy beating your mexican slaves.
                    "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                    "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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                    • #40
                      Albert, I've had worse on my eyeball than the mere you.

                      Emotion
                      Samantha Sang


                      It's over and done
                      But the heartache lives on inside
                      And who's the one you're clinging to
                      Instead of me tonight

                      And where are you now
                      Now that I need you
                      Tears on my pillow
                      Wherever you go

                      I'll cry me a river
                      That leads to your ocean
                      You never see me fall apart
                      In the words of a broken heart

                      It's just emotion that's taken me over
                      Tied up in sorrow, lost in my soul
                      But if you don't come back
                      Come home to me, darling
                      You know that there'll be nobody left in this world to hold me tight
                      Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight

                      Goodnight, goodnight

                      I'm there at your side
                      I'm part of all the things you are
                      But you've got a part of someone else
                      You've got to find your shining star

                      And where are you now
                      Now that I need you
                      Tears on my pillow
                      Wherever you go

                      I'll cry me a river
                      That leads to your ocean
                      You never see me fall apart
                      In the words of a broken heart

                      It's just emotion that's taken me over
                      Tied up in sorrow, lost in my soul
                      But if you don't come back
                      Come home to me, darling
                      You know that there'll be nobody left in this world to hold me tight
                      Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight

                      Goodnight, goodnight
                      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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                      • #41
                        Janie Jones
                        The Clash

                        He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
                        He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
                        He's in love with Janie Jones
                        But he don't like his boring job, no...

                        An' he knows what he's got to do
                        So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
                        You lucky lady!
                        An' he knows when the evening comes
                        When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you

                        An' in the in-tray lots of work
                        But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
                        But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
                        That just won't run without fuel
                        Fill her up, Jacko!

                        An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
                        There's no payola in his alphabetical file
                        This time he's gonna really tell the boss
                        Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
                        It's pretty bad!

                        Let them know - how you feel
                        "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                        -Bokonon

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                        • #42
                          Chain Gang Blues
                          Ma Rainey

                          The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down (x 2)
                          Just a poor gal in trouble, I know I'm county road bound

                          Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe (x 2)
                          And a ball and chain everywhere I go

                          Chains on my feet, padlock on my hand (x 2)
                          It's all on account of stealing a woman's man

                          It was early this morning that I had my trial (x 2)
                          Ninety days on the county road, and judge didn't even smile.
                          "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                          -Bokonon

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                          • #43
                            stereophonics - more life in a tramp's vest

                            I get camping eyes in the final hour
                            Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
                            The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car
                            They always moan, moan it's not so cheap
                            Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street
                            Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there
                            Closing down, they're closing down another road
                            One way, system steals the show
                            Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away

                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest

                            The flower man sits down in the street
                            Surrounded by, the stock he bought last week
                            Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth
                            Make up, we make up a crappy joke
                            Sit back, relax and have a smoke
                            Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away

                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest

                            I get camping eyes in the final hour
                            Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
                            Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away

                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
                            "The Christian way has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found to be hard and left untried" - GK Chesterton.

                            "The most obvious predicition about the future is that it will be mostly like the past" - Alain de Botton

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                            • #44
                              Rhythm Of The Rain
                              The Cascades


                              Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
                              Telling me just what a fool I've been.
                              I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
                              And let me be alone again.

                              Now the only girl I've ever loved has gone away.
                              Looking for a brand new start!
                              But little does she know that when she left that day.
                              Along with her she took my heart.

                              Rain, please tell me, now does that seem fair
                              For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
                              I can't love another, when my heart's somewhere far away.

                              Rain, won't you tell her that I love her so
                              Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
                              Rain in her heart and let the love we know start to grow.
                              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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                              • #45
                                Nice one Sloww... Time for another depressing song:

                                Sinatra, One for my baby (Mercer/Arlen)

                                It’s quarter to three,
                                There’s no one in the place ’cept you and me
                                So set ’em’ up joe
                                I got a little story I think you oughtta know

                                We’re drinking my friend
                                To the end of a brief episode
                                So make it one for my baby
                                And one more for the road

                                I know the routine
                                Put another nickel in that there machine
                                I’m feeling so bad
                                Won’t you make the music easy and sad

                                I could tell you a lot
                                But you gotta to be true to your code
                                So make it one for my baby
                                And one more for the road

                                You’d never know it
                                But buddy I’m a kind of poet
                                And I’ve got a lot of things I wanna say
                                And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me
                                Till it’s all, all talked away

                                Well, that’s how it goes
                                And joe I know you’re gettin’ anxious to close
                                So thanks for the cheer
                                I hope you didn’t mind
                                My bending your ear

                                But this torch that I found
                                It’s gotta be drowned
                                Or it soon might explode
                                So make it one for my baby
                                And one more for the road
                                Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
                                And notifying the next of kin
                                Once again...

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