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Post by Gabbin on Nov 18, 2005 23:25:55 GMT -6
We're on the eve of destruction.......
I am so happy when I actually get one of these.
New word: eve.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 20, 2005 0:00:36 GMT -6
Ok...had an epiphany.....or at the very least a thought.
Bitter Suite - Hate Is The Star
It begins very small
seems like nothing much at all
Just a germ, just a speck, just a grain
but the seed has been sown
and before you know it's grown
It has spread through your life like a stain
And its power will strangle your love and joy
and it's hunger consumes for it lives to destroy
Hate is the star; it becomes who you are
Not the hated, but the hater
has torment that is greater
It will eat you alive, consume you and spit you out
Hate's gonna win that there's no doubt about
Hate doesn't care who you are-Hate is the Star!
Learning hate is an art, even people who are smart
can be caught, can be crushed, can be creamed
Hate has swallowed you whole
Did you think you're in control
hate you spoke,
hate you thought,
hate you dreamed
All your hate gave me substance
your lives are undone
It's your eve of destruction, your hatred has won!
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Post by Siren on Nov 20, 2005 21:35:10 GMT -6
If the SOUTH woulda WON we'd'a had it made
I'd probably run for president of the Southern States
When Patsy Cline passed away
Would be a national holiday
If the south woulda won we'd'a had it made
"If The South Woulda Won" by Hank Williams, Jr.
next word: south
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 20, 2005 22:51:11 GMT -6
Bob Dylan - Idiot Wind
Idiot wind blowing every time your move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads heading south
Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
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Post by Phalon on Nov 26, 2005 18:48:26 GMT -6
Backroads. Pfft. Is that even a word? You take the high road, and I'll take the back road, and I'll be to wherever it is that the backroad goes you before you.
So, since I'm the only one here, I'll cheat. Don't look.
Country roads, take me home,
To the place I belong -
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.
Take Me Home Country Roads ~ John Denver
Country roads....back roads; kinda the same, no?
country is the next word
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Post by Gabbin on Nov 28, 2005 13:04:17 GMT -6
In a big country...
I forgot the rest of the lyrics. It is that Scottish band, I think, Big Country. I love to try and sing along with that old favorite of mine. Never did buy it, though.
Okay.....um...Big....not much choice there.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 28, 2005 23:10:04 GMT -6
I will skip the AC/DC song that first came to mind, and go with one from Three Doors Down, titled "Be Like That"
He spends his nights in California, watching
The stars on the big screen
Then he lies awake and he wonders, why
Can’t that be me?
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Post by Siren on Nov 28, 2005 23:42:30 GMT -6
Wayta go, Gams! Now I can quote one of the prettiest Wynonna songs of all, "Flies On The Butter":
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mamaw baking sugar cookies
We were watching cartoons
Heard her holler from the kitchen
Which one of you young'uns
Wants to lick the spoon?
Yellow jackets on the watermelon
Honeysuckle in the air
Daddy turning on the sprinkler,
Us kids running through it
In our underwear
Old dog napping on the front porch,
His ear just a-twitching
Fell asleep on Granddaddy's lap to the sound
Of his pocket watch ticking
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Me and my best friend Jenny
Set up a backyard camp
Stole one of Mama's Mason jars,
Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp
Me and Billy Monroe sneaking down by the river
And I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
I was too scared to give him
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
There's a black-top road,
A faded yellow centerline
It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you Back in time
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the SCREEN door big as your FIST,
And flies on the butter
Next word: fist
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Post by Phalon on Nov 29, 2005 0:00:51 GMT -6
I've never heard the song, Siren, but I like the lyrics.
Here's one from Mudvayne that's not quite so cozy feeling...
Fist
For breaking
These eyes
For seeing
Right through
Heart
For you to trample
from Pulling the String
next word: breaking
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 29, 2005 19:18:32 GMT -6
Breaking Us in Two...Joe Jackson
We could stay at home and stare
Into each other’s eyes
Maybe we could last an hour
Maybe then we’d see right through
Always something breaking us in two
new word: stare
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Post by Phalon on Nov 30, 2005 12:40:43 GMT -6
Oooo, Lola...thanks. Now I've got one of my favorite can't-sit-still songs stuck in my head: "Are You Gonna Be My Girl", by Jet.
"Go!!
So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me,
because you look so fine
and I really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6, c'mon and get your kicks.
Now you dont need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yeah!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yeah!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and I really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6, c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yeah!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yeah!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. C'mon!
I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yeah!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yeah!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yeah."
Next word is back. Now excuse me...gotta go dance or something.
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Post by Siren on Dec 1, 2005 2:00:55 GMT -6
This tune is a hoot, and must be heard to be really appreciated.
"Back In The Saddle", written and sung by Matraca Berg.
I came down from the Cadillac dude ranch, health spa
Nestled on the edge of town
For fourteen days I've been herbal wrapped, mud packed
Now I'm bustin' out
Well, I thought the wild west wasn't for me
You walked up like a bow-legged dream
When you said yes ma'am I thought I'd scream
Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
Take me to the rodeo
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
And I can't do-si-do
But I can put you BACK in the SADDLE, baby
Yeah, stand you up tall
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
Yeah, and that ain't all
Well, it must've been the burned out new age coffee house
So called sensitive guys
I never thought a leatherneck suckin' on a long neck
Could make my temperature rise
But you're so sweet, baby, you're so fine
You bring the barbecue and I'll bring the wine
We'll dance all night Ôtil your belt buckle shines
Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
Take me to the rodeo
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
And I can't do-si-do
But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
Yeah, stand you up tall
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
Every time you fall
Well, I might be in a yuppie funk
You might think I'm a little bit drunk
But all I know is a hunk is a hunk
Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
Take me to the rodeo
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
And I can't do-si-do
But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
Yeah, stand you up tall
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
Yeah, and that ain't all
next word: saddle
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 1, 2005 13:24:30 GMT -6
Hey Siren...absolutely love that Wynonna song...
Bob Dylan - Country Pie
Just like old Saxophone Joe
When he's got the hogshead up on his toe
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
Listen to the fiddler play
When he's playin' 'til the break of day
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
Rasberry, strawberry, lemon and lime
What do I care ?
Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plum
Call me for dinner, honey, I'll be there.
Saddle me up on my big white goose
Tie me on 'er turn her loose
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
I don't need much and that ain't no lie
Ain't runnin' any race
Give to me my country pie
I won't throw it up in anybody's face.
Shake me up that old peach tree
Little Jack Horner's got nothin' on me
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
Good luck...LMAO
Duck....duck......goose
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 1, 2005 23:58:22 GMT -6
Gams-I would like to hear that song. What the heck?
Siren-Yes. That is hilarious.
That is all. I bow wow out now. I cannot think of a goose song right now.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 2, 2005 17:22:19 GMT -6
Gabbin, I will e-mail you "Do You Wanna Be My Girl". You will like; it is not the typical stuff you call my scary music, but more just good old rock and roll. And you will never do housework the same; play it while cleaning and watch the dust fly.
Goose....I got this one. I remember singing it in school, but had to look up the lyrics because I couldn't quite remember how it went. Many, many different versions but this is the closest to the one we sang...
Go Tell Aunt Rhody
Written By: Unknown
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving
To make a feather bed.
The goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning,
Because their mother's dead.
The old gander's weeping,
The old gander's weeping,
The old gander's weeping,
Because his wife is dead.
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond
From standing on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
Old is the next word.
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 2, 2005 21:15:48 GMT -6
When I Grow Up...Michelle Shocked
When I grow up I want to be an old woman
When I grow up I want to be an old woman
Oh, an o-o-o-o-old, an old, old woman
Then I think I'm gonna find myself an old man
Then I think I'm gonna marry myself that old man
An old, an old, an old, an old, a really old man
We're gonna have a hundred and twenty babies
A hundred and five, ten, fifteen, twenty babies
Uh huh, that's what I said a hundred and twenty babies
We'll raise 'em on tiger's milk and green bananas
Mangoes and coconuts and WATERMELON
We're gonna give 'em that watermelon when they starts yellin'
Here's what they'll yell...
In the summer we'll sit in a field and watch the sun melt
In the winter we'll sit by a fire and watch the moon freeze
Me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
Me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
I said, me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
Oh, when I grow up I want to be an old woman
When I grow up I want to be an oooooold...
New word: watermelon
p.s. I do not want to get old
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Post by Siren on Dec 2, 2005 22:56:33 GMT -6
Lola! Nice to see you, sista!
He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some but obey the law
If you drink don't drive do the WATERMELON CRAWL
"Watermelon Crawl" by Tracy Byrd
next word: crawl
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Post by Phalon on Dec 3, 2005 5:55:54 GMT -6
"I don’t have to go by plane
I ain’t gotta go by car
I don’t care just where my darling is
People I just don’t care how far
I’m gonna crawl
I don’t care if I got to go back home
I don’t care what I got to stand to her back
I’m gonna crawl
I’m gonna move the car, baby
She give me good lovin
Yes I love her, I guess I love her
I’m gonna crawl."
I'm Gonna Crawl ~ Led Zeppelin
gonna
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Post by Phalon on Dec 3, 2005 7:21:50 GMT -6
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 4, 2005 0:52:09 GMT -6
I am rockin' out on this music, Gams. I thought it would be Joan Jett, though, but that is okay. I am very familiar with this song. It is played on alt stations quite a lot. It is always funny to me the difference between lyrics and singing style.
I am so impressed with your techy abilities.
Zots! This is something to note! You and I like the same song! I am sure there are others.
Oh, and Debbie Gibson is on Broadway now. I was perusing the channels and saw her on a game show hosted by Donnie Osmond.
I almost forgot where I was.
I'm gonna getchou I'm gonna getchou,
come on boy, I gonna getchou,
I'm goin' make you love me,
OH, yes I will..
Yeah, I got another one.
getchou.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 4, 2005 1:01:59 GMT -6
Gesundheit.
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 4, 2005 1:15:22 GMT -6
What the heck? Spelling doesn't count, right?
A Blondie classic...
I’ll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall, where I can see it all, find out who ya call.
Lead you to the SUPERMARKET, check out some specials and rat food.
Get lost in the crowd.
One way or another, I’m gonna getcha.
I’ll getcha.
I’ll getcha getcha getcha getcha.
Where I can see it all, find out who ya call.
Next word: supermarket
Hey, can I answer my own lyric?
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Post by Phalon on Dec 4, 2005 12:42:58 GMT -6
from "Lost in the Supermarket" by The Clash
"I'm all lost in the supermarket.
I can no longer shop happily.
I came in here for that special offer:
A guaranteed personality."
personality
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 5, 2005 2:43:38 GMT -6
Exactly the song I was thinking, probably my favorite Clash tune.
Definately specific memories with this next song...
Cult of Personality ... Living Colour
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I EXPLOIT you still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the cult of personality
Like joseph stalin and gandi
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights a nobel prize
A leader speaks, that leader dies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set you free
You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You gave me power in your god’s name
I’m every person you need to be
I’m the cult of personality
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
New word...exploit
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Post by Phalon on Dec 5, 2005 7:15:47 GMT -6
"...I'm me, we're us and that's all
Closed mind with a forum to criticize,
Keep your policy and I've got mine
Exploit me, fabricate your lies
We empower these cowards just to be left in
Silence
Listen here...
Stand on my soapbox,
And speak my own piece,
Whatever you may think,
It's real,
Prevail through what is me,
And step on your beliefs
Thieving spineless sellouts, robbing our integrity
Sticker this, censor this, ban this
We've got something to say
Police this, condemn this, damn this
We'll be heard anyway...."
from Silenced by Mudvayne.
And dang; the song speaks of censorship, (among other things), which is exactly what I had to do to post these partial lyrics here.
fabricate
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 5, 2005 23:35:42 GMT -6
Neil Young - Sample And Hold
Perfection in every details
Fabricated from the curl of the hair
To the tip of the nail
Because our units never fail
We know you'll be happy.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 6, 2005 22:49:44 GMT -6
...curl like smoke
and breathe again
down your throat
inside your ribs
and through your spine
and every nerve
where I watch and I wait....
from The Last Remaining Light by Audioslave.
spine
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Post by Siren on Dec 6, 2005 23:50:15 GMT -6
Hey there, Gams!
Some things I've done make my conscience burn
My very SPINE SHUDDER and squirm
I only hope that I've learned from my sin
Pat Green - "Poetry"
next word: shudder
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Post by Phalon on Dec 14, 2005 0:11:47 GMT -6
...And I'll cry for you.
Yes, I'll die for you.
Pain in my heart it is real,
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside.
Feel in my heart it's for you,
And I'll take everything,
As it comes my way.
Pushin' your pain 'round my door.
Will I cry for you, as I die for you
Is this blood on my hands all for you?
You shiver
And shudder...
You by Candlebox
shiver
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Post by Siren on Dec 17, 2005 11:25:39 GMT -6
Don't know why every time you cross my mind
I can feel that old chill run down my spine
I can know that I'm over you
I can be so sure of myself
Feel so free, then just one memory
And a SHIVER of LONESOME runs through me
"Shiver of Lonesome" by Danni Leigh
next word: lonesome
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