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Post by Phalon on Nov 1, 2005 0:23:45 GMT -6
"Tragic visions slowly stole my life Tore away everything Cheating me out of my time I'm the one who loves you No matter wrong or right And every day I hold you I hold you with my inner child"
Serenity by Godsmack
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Post by guru on Nov 1, 2005 0:47:35 GMT -6
When you're standing at the crossroads Don't know which path to choose Let me come along 'Cause even if you're wrong I'll stand by you
"I'll Stand By You" by The Pretenders
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Post by Phalon on Nov 2, 2005 0:46:22 GMT -6
'I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, Save poor Bob if you please.'
Crossroad Blues by sung by Eric Clapton
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kt
Whooshite Apprentice
Six is my favourite number...
Posts: 129
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Post by kt on Nov 2, 2005 3:27:41 GMT -6
All together now!!!! Annnnndd....
Knees up Mother Brown! Knees up Mother Brown! Under the table you must go Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh! If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off, Knees up! Knees Up! Don't get the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown!
Oh My! What a rotten song! What a rotten song! Oh, What a rotten song! Oh My! What a rotten song! What a rotten singer too!
Knees up Mother Brown! Knees up Mother Brown! Under the table you must go Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh! If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off, Knees up! Knees Up! Don't get the breeze up, Knees - up - Mother - Brown! Ow's yer farver? All right!
;D ;D Gotta love that song!! hehe...
Next word: Rotten
Katie xx
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 2, 2005 10:36:52 GMT -6
What the...? Should I be able to sing along with that? Is that a drinking song?
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
"Rotten Peaches" Elton John
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Post by Siren on Nov 2, 2005 19:51:28 GMT -6
He was long on southern justice Practiced his law out on the street Drew the line for the criminal mind to see Dedicated to keep God's children free
Travis Tritt: "Southern Justice"
next word: drew
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kt
Whooshite Apprentice
Six is my favourite number...
Posts: 129
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Post by kt on Nov 3, 2005 0:23:44 GMT -6
What the...? Should I be able to sing along with that? Is that a drinking song? Its a very, very old drinking song!! hehe...I do believe its from the 1950's Katie xx
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 3, 2005 0:56:43 GMT -6
Katie Sweetie.
Knees Up Mother Brown is an old Music Hall tune and must date back to at least the late 1800's or early 1900s.
I'm still thinking about a song with rotten in it though.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 3, 2005 23:40:14 GMT -6
"Downward spiral. a kaleidoscope view; Is what you're seeing saying so jaded? The picture I drew."
Beautiful by Sevendust
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Post by Gabbin on Nov 3, 2005 23:59:43 GMT -6
Hey! I can do this one.
Call me I'm collecting you Indigos. Gams, will you send me some of your torture music? Oh, I need to send my mugs.
I would be foolish to think that I could turn it off and stay alive The way I live when you switch on hand on the dimmer, give me just a glimmer Give me just a shadow hope around the edges, agony and rapture forever uncaptured Take these secrets to your grave Drug across your landscape and buried in your cave You're piling up and out of sight But trying to add it up just feels like counting shades of light Call me when you breeze through to your appointments what you must do Call me I'm collecting you Hang it in my window let it complicate my view The separation the glass of you But I can paint this picture any way that I see fit The art of pain the subject sits unmoved
unmoved<----imagine this bold.
This is my first attempt at being bold.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 4, 2005 0:17:23 GMT -6
Is this some kind of ransom note? "Holding mugs; send torture music." I will send a birthday cake lit with candles that I baked myself with a recording of me singing "Happy Birthday". Torture enough, I think. Don't lean in too close blowing out the candles or you'll torture hair.
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Post by Gabbin on Nov 4, 2005 0:22:05 GMT -6
A "pal" of mine sent me some "music" or "lullabies" from Helllllll. So, no, I am not asking for that type of music.
I am adding all of those """" cuz I cannot bold type.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 4, 2005 19:20:28 GMT -6
Smashing Pumpkins - Medellia Of The Grey Skies Lyrics
You're an empty promise You're an easy chair You're the gods forces Struck down somewhere
You're a secret noticed You're a mystery sky You're a wish floated Up to the night
Medellia of my eyes You're the emptiness of I You're the reason that I write And if you say you will I would love you still
And if I could I'd throw away this world I'd dress you all in pearls I'd give you what you wanted
You're all I notice In a crowded room Your vacant notice unmoved, revealed
Medellia of my eyes You're the emptiness of I You're the reason that I drive And if you say you will I would love you still
And if I just could Be anything for you Just anyone at all Anything that mattered, washed out
You're the silly reasons In a goldfish laugh You're the ageless seasons At rest, at last
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Post by Phalon on Nov 5, 2005 0:11:33 GMT -6
I had that cd, Gabbin: "Lullabies to Paralyze" by Queens of the Stone Age, but passed it on to a "pal" as compensation for a equally as torturous Debbie Gibbson cd that she bestowed upon me. Hope the "pal" is enjoying 'Lullabies" as much as I enjoyed "Electric Youth". Pfft.
"...but I don't know how I feel but I know I'll do the right thing, if the right thing is revealed. But it's always raining in my head; forget all the things I should have said."
Ooo, look; bold and italics at the same time.
Epiphany by Staind
Right.
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Post by Siren on Nov 6, 2005 22:40:26 GMT -6
She's right on the money She goes directly to my heart And when it comes to loving me She's everything I mean bullseye perfect She's RIGHT on the MONEY
"Right On The Money" - Alan Jackson
next word: money
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Post by Siren on Nov 6, 2005 22:42:39 GMT -6
Epiphany...wasn't she Gabrielle's curly-haired, centaur-lovin' Amazon friend?
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 7, 2005 1:39:20 GMT -6
Beer Run Todd Snider
B-double E double R U-N-beer run B-double E double R U-N-beer run all we need is a ten and five-er, car and key and a sober driver, B-double E double R U-N-beer run
a couple of frat guys from abilene drove out all night to see Robert Earl Keen at the K-pei swine and sworay dance- they wore baseball caps and khaki pants- they wanted cigarettes-so to save a little money- they got one from this hippie who smelt kina funny and-next thing they knew they were both pretty hungry- and pretty thirsty too
B-double E double R U-N-beer run B-double E double R U-N-beer ru-unn all we need is a ten and five-er, car and key and a sober driver, B-double E double R U-N-beer run
found a store with a sign-said theie beer was coldest-so they sent in Brad- cause he looked the oldest -he got a case of beer and a candy bar -walked over to where all them registers are layed his fake id on the countertop the clerk looked, he turned up, he looked he stopped. he said "son, I'm not gonna call the cops, but im gonna have to keep this card"- the guys both took it pretty hard
B-double E double R U-N-beer run B-double E double R U-N-beer ru-un oh how happy we would be- had we only brought a better fake id B-double E double R U-N-beer run
they found this nother old hippie named sleepie john-claimed to be the one from the Robert Earl Keen song so they gave him all their cash-he bought em some brew -was a beautiful day out in Santa Cruz they were feelin' so good it shoulda been a crime- the crowd was cool and the band was prime they made it back up front to their seats just in time so they could sing with all their friends they sang-"the road goes on forever and the party never ends"
B-double E double R U-N-beer run all we need is a ten and a five-er car and key and a sober driver B-double E double R U-N-beer run
new word: sober
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 7, 2005 22:24:08 GMT -6
Howdy Lolapunk. May I call you Ms. Punk? lol
Cage The Songbird
Music by Elton John and Davey Johnstone Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Sober in the morning light Things look so much different To how they looked last night A pale face pressed to an unmade bed Like flags of many nations flying high above her head
The cellophane still on the flowers The telegram still in her hand As whispers circulate all day Their back-stage baby princess passed away
And you can cage the songbird But you can't make her sing And you can trap the free bird But you'll have to clip her wings `Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies
Promises of no more lies Fell flat upon an empty stage Before the audience arrived A return in time to the cheaper seats She never knew what lay beneath Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets
Let down before the final curtain A shallow heart that left her cold She left in rouge upon the mirror A circled kiss to the faithful fans who'd miss her
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Post by Phalon on Nov 7, 2005 23:02:35 GMT -6
Lola, I was gonna ask what the heck kinda song that was, but thinking it over...uhm, no. Last time I asked you about a song I ended up with the Everyday People or whatever William Shatner thing in my head.
Ah...morning. It's gotta be one of those oldie favorites of mine...
Heading out this morning into the sun, Riding on the diamond waves, little darlin' one.
Warm wind caress her; Her lover it seems. Oh, Annie, Dreamboat Annie, my little ship of dreams.
Dreamboat Annie by Heart
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 11, 2005 11:43:29 GMT -6
I have no idea how to be bold or *gasp* lean to the right, so all I can do is give the new word at the end.
Tangled Up in Blue...Bob Dylan
All the people we used to know They’re an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter’s wives. Don’t know how it all got started, I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives. But me, I’m still on the road Headin’ for another joint We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue.
view ... hey, this is a great thread, by the way...
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Post by guru on Nov 11, 2005 23:32:20 GMT -6
These slow dark nights begin A ghostly figure fades into view Could it be you who drifts thru my corridor of thought? Faceless yet the mouth could be cruel
"Conversations with a Ghost" by Cathy Holland
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Post by Phalon on Nov 11, 2005 23:50:02 GMT -6
"There were voices down the corridor. I thought I heard them say, Welcome to the Hotel California."
Hotel California by the Eagles.
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Post by Siren on Nov 12, 2005 0:32:48 GMT -6
Heads, Carolina TAILS, CALIFORNIA Somewhere greener Somewhere warmer Up in the mountains, Down by the ocean Where, it don't matter Long as we're going Somewhere together I've got a quarter Heads, Carolina Tails, California
"Heads Carolina, Tails California" by Jo Dee Messina
next word: tails
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Post by Phalon on Nov 12, 2005 16:50:16 GMT -6
'I fell again, Like a baby unable to stand on my own, Tail in hand, Dizzy and clearly unable to just this go; High and surrendering to the gravity and the unknown. Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun; I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live.'
Gravity by A Perfect Circle
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 12, 2005 17:00:01 GMT -6
Ah one of my favs.
DIZZY! My head is spinning. Like a whirlpool it never ends. And it's you girl making me spin. I'm so DIZZY!
Whirlpool
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Post by Phalon on Nov 12, 2005 17:17:34 GMT -6
"I'm the sun that beats your brow in Til I finally threw the towel in Never knowing if I'd wake up in a Whirlpool got redundant My brain was just some driftwood In a cesspool I became dead From a rock star to a desk fool Was my destiny someone said Loves a tidepool Taste the waters life's abundant Taste me"
Poison was the Cure by Megadeth
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 12, 2005 17:19:39 GMT -6
Yee Gods Madam P you are cruel and unusual! I'm gonna have to really think about that word. ;D XV
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 12, 2005 20:48:48 GMT -6
Sting - We Work The Black Seam
The seam lies underground Three million years of pressure packed it down We walk through ancient forest lands And light a thousand cities with our hands Your dark satanic mills Have made redundant all our mining skills You can't exchange a six inch band For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland
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Post by Siren on Nov 14, 2005 16:02:49 GMT -6
This one deserves to have all its lyrics posted.
"She Is His Only Need" by Wynonna Written by Dave Loggins
Billy was a small town loner Who never did dream Of ever leaving southern Arizona Or ever hearing wedding bells ring
He never had a lot of luck with the ladies But he SURE had a lot of good working SKILLS Never cared about climbing any ladder He knew the way And in a small cafe he found the will
He met Miss Bonnie And a little bit of her was a little too much A few movies and a few months later The feeling got strong enough He didn't own a car so it must have been Love That drove 'em uptown for a diamond And that's when he started going
Over the line Working overtime To give her things just to hear her say She don't deserve 'em But he loved her and he just kept going Overboard Over the limit to afford To give her things he knew she wanted Cause without her where would he be You see him it's not for him She is his only need
Ring on her finger and one on the ladder A new promotion every now and then Bonnie worked until she couldn't tie her apron Then stayed at home and had the first of two children And my how the time did fly The babies grew up and moved away Left 'em sitting on the front porch rocking And Billy watching Bonnie's hair turn gray
And every once in a while You could see him get up and he'd head downtown 'Cause he'd heard about something she wanted And it just had to be found Didn't matter how simple or how much it was Love And boy ain't that love something When it's strong enough to keep a man going
Over the line Working overtime To give her things just to hear her say she don't deserve 'em But he loved her and he just kept going Overboard Over the limit to afford To give her things he knew she wanted 'Cause without her where would he be You see it's not for him She is his only need
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Nice, huh?
Next word: sure
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 18, 2005 23:20:20 GMT -6
From Phalon Her wordliness herself......
A super powered brain, (or semi colon) a mechanical canine He is saving the world from sure destruction This the theme song for Jimmy Neutron.
destruction
Too funny....
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