Desire
Whooshite Apprentice
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
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Post by Desire on Jun 23, 2006 10:56:59 GMT -6
It was late last night, when my lord come home, Inquiring about his lady; And the only answer he received, "She's gone with the Gypsy Davy, Gone with the Gypsy Dave."
"Go saddle for me my buckskin horse, And a hundred dollar saddle, Point out to me their wagon tracks, And after them I'll travel, After them I'll ride."
Well, he had not rode 'til the midnight moon, Till he saw the campfire gleaming, And he heard the Gypsy's big guitar, And the voice of the lady singing The song of the Gypsy Dave.
"Well, have you forsaken your house and home? Have you forsaken your baby? Have you forsaken your husband dear, To go with the Gypsy Davy, And sing with the Gypsy Dave?"
"Yes, I've forsaken my house and home, To go with the Gypsy Davy, And I'll forsake my husband dear, But not my blue-eyed baby, Not my blue-eyed babe."
She laughed to leave her husband dear, And her butlers and her ladies, But the tears come a-tricklin' down her cheek When she thought about her blue-eyed baby, And thought of her blue-eyed babe.
"Take off, take off the buckskin boots, They're made of Spanish leather; And give to me your lily-white hand, We'll go back home together, We'll go back home again."
(Repeat previous verse, with "gloves" substituted for "boots")
"No, I won't take off my buckskin gloves, Made of Spanish leather, I'll go my way from day to day And sing with the Gypsy Davy And sing with the Gypsy Dave."
next word :spanish
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Post by mabd on Jun 23, 2006 11:01:13 GMT -6
Gypsy Boots
Aerosmith
Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet Screamer, dreamer, disarray Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away
No good, papa's no good Sister's no good and that's a drag Sometimes you're feelin' Like your head's on the ceiling When you scream hey mama...rag When your daddy come home With an old soup bone 'Cause he drank all the money away And your mama's in the kitchen On the phone she be b*tchin' And your girlfriend who called to say:
Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet Screamer, dreamer, disarray Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away
next word: soup
Maeve
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 23, 2006 11:01:31 GMT -6
A Word in Spanish - Elton John
I don’t know why I just know I do I just can’t explain In this language that I use Something leaves me speechless Each time that you approach Each time you glide right through me As if I was a ghost
If I only could tell you If you only would listen I’ve got a line or two to use on you I’ve got a romance we could christen
And there’s a word in spanish I don’t understand But I heard it in a film one time spoken by the leading man He said it with devotion, he sounded so sincere And the words he spoke in spanish brought the female lead to tears A word in spanish, a word in spanish
If you can’t comprehend Read it in my eyes If you don’t understand it’s love In a thin disguise And what it takes to move you Each time that you resist Is more than just a pretty face To prove that I exist
When manners make no difference And my gifts all lay undone I trade my accent in on chance And fall back on a foreign tongue
word I adore Sir Elton.....
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 23, 2006 11:03:54 GMT -6
Oops.....sorry...let me try that again....lol
Medicine Man - Elton John We look at the table And we look at the time We see a short fuse burning We’re standing on a land mine
You look at the cold soup I look at the grey wall I see a red flag burning Yeah, man we need a santa claus
Down on the homeless avenue Down among the rocks and stones The cradle falls but the buck stops here Let’s think about their hearts and bones
And we all need a medicine man All need a medicine man Don’t we need a medicine man His shake and his rattle and his helping hand
See the meat of a nation On the back of a truck I think we’re waste in a dumpster Hey sorry kid it’s tough luck
She was adorable And he was a good boy They were inseparable Yeah bitten by the cold war
Rags on the shapes of millions Tears among the cuts and blows The backbone snaps and the kids can’t dance Let’s think about their hearts and bones
burning
Sorry everyone....guess I was a bit slow last time
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Post by mabd on Jun 23, 2006 11:22:53 GMT -6
Keep the Home Fires Burning
They were summoned from the hillside They were called in from the glen, And the country found them ready At the stirring call for men. Let no tears add to their hardships As the soldiers pass along, And although your heart is breaking Make it sing this cheery song:
Keep the Home Fires Burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away They dream of home. There's a silver lining Through the dark clouds shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out 'Till the boys come home.
Overseas there came a pleading, "Help a nation in distress." And we gave our glorious laddies Honor bade us do no less, For no gallant son of freedom To a tyrant's yoke should bend, And a noble heart must answer To the sacred word of friend.
Keep the Home Fires Burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away They dream of home. There's a silver lining Through the dark clouds shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out 'Till the boys come home.
next word: gallant
Hi ya Scrappy!!
Maeve
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 23, 2006 11:37:00 GMT -6
Howdy Maeve...good job on using both of those..you are good...lol By the way...keep your eyes peeled for the music thread...I've got a heck of a ramble in the works..lol
Strange Fruit Lewis allen
Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop. I was tempted to go with pastoral..but I think you all might kill me...lol so I picked:
fruit
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 23, 2006 14:29:20 GMT -6
Janis Joplin: Easy Rider
Hey mama, mama, come a look at sister, She's a-standing on the levee trying to do that twist, But easy rider don't you deny my name, Oh no, oh no.
Well, I got a girl with a diamond ring, I'll tell you, boys, she knows how to shake that thing. Oh! Easy rider don't you deny my name, Oh no, oh no.
Play it!
Well, I got a horse and he lives in a tree, He watches Huckleberry Hound on his TV. But easy rider don't you deny my name, Oh no, oh no.
I would buy you a plastic suit And I would even buy you some cardboard fruit. Oh! But easy rider don't you deny my name, Oh no, oh no.
next word : NAME
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Desire
Whooshite Apprentice
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
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Post by Desire on Jun 23, 2006 15:38:00 GMT -6
Chocolate by snow patrol
This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home
With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of 25
This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it at the time
You're the only thing that I love It scares me more every day On my knees I think clearer
Goodness I saw it coming Or at least I'll claim I did But in truth I'm lost for words
What have I done it's too late for that What have i become truth is nothing yet A simple mistake starts the hardest time I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time
next word:promise
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 23, 2006 18:05:38 GMT -6
Love that Snow Patrol Desire...
Breathe Again - Toni Braxton If I never feel you in my arms again If I never feel your tender kiss again If I never hear I love you now and then Will I never make love to you once again Please understand if love ends Then I promise you, I promise you That, that I shall never breathe again Breathe again Breathe again That I shall never breathe again Breathe again
And I can’t stop thinkin’ about About the way things used to be And I can’t stop thinkin’ about About the love that you make to me And I can’t get you outta my head How in the world will I begin To let you walk right out my life And blow my heart away
And I can’t stop carin’ about About the apple of my eye And I can’t stop doin’ without Without the center of my life And I can’t get you outta my head And I know I can’t pretend That I won’t die if you decide You won’t see me again
If I never feel you in my arms again If I never feel your tender kiss again If I never hear I love you now and then Will I never make love to you once again Please understand if love ends Then I promise you, I promise you That, that I shall never breathe again Breathe again Breathe again That I shall never breathe again Breathe again
And I can’t stop thinkin’ about About the way my life would be No I can’t stop thinkin’ about How could your love be leavin’ me And I can’t get you outta my mind God knows how hard I tried And if you walk right out my life God knows I’d surely die And I can’t stop doin’ without Without the rythm of my heart No I can’t stop doin’ without For I would surely fall apart And I can’t get you outta my mind Cause I know I can’t deny it And I would die if you decide You won’t see me again
If I never feel you in my arms again If I never feel your tender kiss again If I never hear I love you now and then Will I never make love to you once again Please understand if love ends Then I promise you, I promise you That, that I shall never breathe again Breathe again Breathe again That I shall never breathe again Breathe again
blow
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Desire
Whooshite Apprentice
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
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Post by Desire on Jun 23, 2006 18:26:07 GMT -6
wow that was moving
haha spice girls oh yeah i'm a ditz i still listen to this stuff. Hah its my one little crazy music thing.
At the party after the show I see a face I wanna get to know (wink wink, nudge nudge - tell me do you Like the rude this stuff) Show me how you gotta make your move Boy you know you gotta let ya prove (wink wink, nudge nudge - are you man Enough? )
You gotta answer to up my stare And now you walking from over there I ..easy on make it hard for you - ...
If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind) If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind)
Now you stand real close to me I feel the heat you wanna get with me (wink wink, nudge nudge - tell me do You like the rude this stuff) I love the feeling wanna make it right Baby Im gonna keep it up on mind (wink wink, nudge nudge - are you man Enough? )
Why dont you tell me how you unwant And if youre open, Ill BLOW your mind Ill take you places you never been before - ...
If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind) If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind)
If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind) If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind)
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Why dont you tell me how you unwant And if you open Ill BLOW your mind Ill take you places you never been before
If you want to have some fun (something on your mind) If you want to have some fun (something on your mind)
If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind) If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind)
If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind) If you wanna have some fun Track me down, and get my number You could be the one (something on your mind)
next word: wink
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Post by Siren on Jun 23, 2006 19:28:41 GMT -6
It was getting mighty close to nice o’clock, What the hell, I had one more shot. Then I WINKed at a boy at the end of the bar, Guess I mighta musta gone a little too far. Cause a big ole girl walked outta the blue, 10 foot 2 with a bad attitude Stepped right up and knocked out my tooth, Guess I had it coming. I deserved the due
'Cause I was all Jacked up, all Jacked up, Don’t believe I’ve ever had this much. One thing I’ve learned when you get TORE UP Don’t start no stuff when you’re all Jacked up.
"All Jacked Up" - Gretchen Wilson
tore up
Yes, Maeve, it is an interesting group in here. Many styles and tastes of music are represented. "Strange Fruit"? What a cool pick, Scrappy!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 23, 2006 20:27:43 GMT -6
"Strange Fruit"? What a cool pick, Scrappy! OMG....I first read that when having a discussion with a friend about hate crimes and racial terrorism in america. And no I have never actually heard that song. As for the Toni Braxton....how can you not like it? LOL...very intense. Fall Like Rain - Eric Clapton Tell me why did I fall in love with you? Tell me why did I fall in love with you? Tore me all to pieces, cut me half in two. Tell me why did I fall in love with you? Tell me why do my tears fall like rain? Tell me why do my tears fall like rain? Tore me all to pieces, nothing else remains. Tell me why do my tears fall like rain? Worry, worry, worry; Worry all day long. Don’t know where I’m going; Don’t know right from wrong. Tell me why, tell me why. Tell me why, tell me why. Fall like rain, fall like rain. Fall like rain, fall like rain. Fall like rain, fall like rain. Fall like rain, fall like rain. tears
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Post by mabd on Jun 23, 2006 21:44:16 GMT -6
For Scrappy Growltiger’s Last Stand
Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head She wouldn't have nothing, no, not that much said If it come to an argument or a dispute She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye But when we was happy, and just a bit dry Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had
And say "Billy, Billy M'Caw! Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer
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100 Tears Away Vonda Shepard
Go ahead and cry now Just give in to the madness The only way to feel your joy Is to first feel the sadness
Go ahead and sail now Just give in to the ocean The only way to tame your fear Is to feel her rocky motion
You're a long way from somewhere you call home There's a place in your heart, you're not alone
All of the happiness you seek All of the joy for which you pray Is closer than you think It's just 100 tears away
Go ahead and listen Just give into the voices You think you're backed into a corner But you've got so many choices You can't save all the hungry The lonely or the dying Sometimes we wanna give up But fools like us keep trying
next word: corner
Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Jun 24, 2006 0:14:32 GMT -6
Open Your Eyes, (Break the Cycle) ~ Staind
As I walk along these streets I see a man that walks alone Distant echo of people's feet He has no place to call his own A shot rings out from a roof overhead A crackhead asks for change nearby An old man lies in an alleyway dead A little girl lost just stands there and cries
What would you do, if it was you Would you take everything For granted like you do
A boy just thirteen on the corner for sale Swallows his pride for another hit Overpopulation there's no room in jail But most of you don't give a sh!t That your daughters are X-rated material stars And your sons sell death to kids You're so lost in your little worlds Your little worlds you'll never fix
You turn away As I walk along the streets Soaking up the acid rain Underneath the taxi cabs I hear the streets cry out in vain
Next word - thirteen
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 24, 2006 0:30:27 GMT -6
For Scrappy Growltiger’s Last Stand VERY COOL! Sunday Bloody Sunday Well it was sunday bloody sunday When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the free derry air Is there any one amongst you Dare to blame it on the kids? Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lids! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday’s the day! You claim to be majority Well you know that it’s a lie You’re really a minority On this sweet emerald isle When stormont bans our marches They’ve got a lot to learn Internment is no answer It’s those mothers’ turn to burn! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday’s the day! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday’s the day! You anglo pigs and scotties Sent to colonize the north You wave your bloody union jack And you know what it’s worth! How dare you hold to ransom A people proud and free Keep ireland for the irish Put the english back to sea! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday’s the day! Well, it’s always bloody sunday In the concentration camps Keep falls road free forever From the bloody english hands Repatriate to britain All of you who call it home Leave ireland to the irish Not for london or for rome! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday’s the day! bloody
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Post by Phalon on Jun 24, 2006 0:39:40 GMT -6
Bleeding Me ~ Metallica
I am the beast that feeds the beast I am the blood, I am the release Come make me pure Bleed me a cure I'm caught under
release
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Post by mabd on Jun 24, 2006 1:06:01 GMT -6
Patriot Game Dominic Behan
Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing, For the love of one's country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame, And it makes us all part of the patriot game.
My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen. My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned I learned all my life cruel England's to blame, So now I am part of the patriot game.
This Ireland of ours has too long been half free. Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny. But still De Valera is greatly to blame For shirking his part in the Patriot game.
They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair, His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare. His fine body twisted, all battered and lame They soon made me part of the patriot game.
It's nearly two years since I wandered away With the local battalion of the bold IRA, For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same To play out my part in the patriot game.
next word: patriot
Maeve
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Post by mabd on Jun 24, 2006 2:05:43 GMT -6
Joe McDonnell Brian Warfield
O me name is Joe McDonnell from Belfast town I came That city I will never see again For in the town of Belfast I spent many happy days I love that town in oh so many ways For it's there I spent my childhood and found for me a wife I then set out to make for her a life But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate I soon found myself inside a prison gate
Chorus: And you dare to call me a terrorist while you looked down your gun When I think of all the deeds that you had done You had plundered many nations divided many lands You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand. And you brought this reign of terror to my land
Through those many months internment In the Maidenstone and the Maze I thought about my land throughout those days Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail Imprisoned without crime or without trial And though I love my country I am not a bitter man I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's hand For right or wrong I'd release my land
Chorus:
Then one cold October morning trapped in a lion's den I found myself in prison once again I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or more On the Blanket the conditions they were poor Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of man But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn But now, I'm a saddened man I've watched my comrades die If only people cared or wondered why
Chorus:
May God shine on you Bobby Sands for the courage you have shown May your glory and your fame be widely known And Francis Hughes and Ray McCreesh who died unselfishly And Patsy O Hara and the next in line is me And those who lie behind me may your courage be the same And I pray to God my life is not in vain Ah but sad and bitter was the year of 1981 For everything I've lost and nothing's won.
next word: courage
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Jun 24, 2006 7:44:37 GMT -6
Very powerful lyrics there, Maeve. Brought to mind what those being held at Guantanamo Bay might be thinking.
And the game continues....
Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant She was staring at her coffee cup He was trying to keep his COURAGE up By applying BOOZE
"Third Rate Romance" - Amazing Rhythm Aces
booze
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 24, 2006 7:57:11 GMT -6
AC/DC : Aint no fun waitin round to be a millionaire
I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million
And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue When they used to be new When they used to be clean
But I've got a Momma whose a hummer Whose keeping me alive While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys She's working 9 to 5 (She knows her place that woman)
Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock ‘n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze No summer time blues Shouting out, “Look at me” In my rock ‘n' roll voice Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
next word; Blues
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 24, 2006 10:12:52 GMT -6
Lady Sings The Blues - Billie holiday / Herbie nichols
Lady sings the blues She’s got them bad She feels so sad Wants the world to know Just what the blues is all about
Lady sings the blues She tells her side Nothing to hide Now the world will now Just what the blues is all about The blues ain’t nothing but a pain in your heart When you get a bad start When you and your man have to part I ain’t gonna just sit around and cry And now I won’t die Because I love him
Lady sings the blues She’s got ’em bad She feels so sad The world will know She’s never gonna sing them no more
No more Lady
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Desire
Whooshite Apprentice
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
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Post by Desire on Jun 24, 2006 11:20:37 GMT -6
Lady marmalade
Where’s all my souls sisters Let me hear ya’ll flow sisters
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister (oh) Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge Struttin’ her stuff on the street (street) She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?" (woah)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya da da (yeah-ey) Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah) Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ah, oh) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister) He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up (Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister) Boy drank all that Magnolia wine Upon her black satin sheets I swear he started to freak yeah
Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya da da (yeah-ey) Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah) Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ah, oh) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
We come through with the money and the garter belt Let 'em know we got that cake Straight up the gate We independent women, some mistakes us for whores I'm sayin‘ why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I’m sorry I'm a keep playing these cats out like Atari High heeled shoes getting love from the dudes Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sisters, soul sisters Better get that dough sisters
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass By the case the meaning of expensive taste You wanna gitchie, gitchie, ya ya (come on) Mocha Chocolata what? Creole Lady Marmalade (One more time c’mon)
Marmalade (ooh) Lady Marmalade (ooh yeah) Marmalade (ooh, hey hey hey) Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, hey Colour of café au lait (all right) Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried More (more) more (more) more (more)
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5 (9 to 5) Livin' the grey flannel life (oh pity) But when he turns off to sleep memories creep More (more) more (more) more (more)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya da da (yeah-ey) Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah) Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ah, oh) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Christina (oh yeah ooh) Pink (Lady Marmalade) Lil’ Kim (hey hey uh uh uh uh uh uh uh) Mya (oh oh ooooh) Rot wilder baby (baby) Moulin Rouge Misdemeanour here
Creole Lady Marmalade ooh yes
next word-silky
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 24, 2006 11:33:33 GMT -6
Anything but Down - Sheryl Crow I light your cigarettes I bring you apples from the vine How quickly you forget I run the bath and pour the wine I bring you everything that floats into your mind
But you don’t bring me anything but down You don’t bring me anything but down You don’t bring me anything but down When you come ’round
You are a raging sea I pull myself out everyday I plea insanity Cause I can’t leave but I can’t stay You say won’t you come find me and yes is what I say
You don’t bring me anything but down You don’t bring me anything but down Everything is crashing to the ground Maybe I’m not your perfect kind Maybe I’m not what you had in mind Maybe we’re just killing time
You with your silky words And your eyes of green and blue You with your steel beliefs That don’t match anything you do It was so much easier before you became you
You don’t bring me anything but down You don’t bring me anything but down Everything just crashes to the ground When you come around When you come around
No more playing seek and hide No more long and wasted nights Can’t you make it easy on yourself
I know you wish you were strong You wish you were never wrong Well I got some wishes of my own insanity
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Post by mabd on Jun 25, 2006 22:24:39 GMT -6
I plead insanity Brenda Carlisle (fronted the The Go-Go's)
I can't be responsible For anything I do now or say now I get too excitable To control the way I behave now
I'm afraid of what I'll do If I find myself alone with you It's just a crime of passion baby Don't hold it against me I'm innocent I'm just out of my mind
CHORUS: I plead insanity Whoa, I'm so mad about you I can't think straight, I can't see straight I plead insanity All I do is obsess about you I can't work days, I can't sleep nights I plead insanity....
next word: innocent
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Jun 25, 2006 22:52:33 GMT -6
How weird! I was just listening to this obscure country tune today, never dreaming the lyrics would come in handy.
There's too much wrong in the world tonight Too much I can't understand I wanna BOARD up these windows And turn out these lights And lie down with an INNOCENT man Lie down with an innocent man
"Innocent Man" by Sherrie Austin
board
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 25, 2006 23:01:30 GMT -6
Yeah! Finally one popped into my head. A fun summer classic no less. Nothing like Beach Boyz in the hood.
Catch a wave and your sittin' on top of the world
So take a lesson from a top-notch surfer boy Get yourself a big board But don't you treat it like a toy Just get away from the shady turf And baby go catch some rays on the sunny surf And when you catch a wave you'll be sittin on top of the world
Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world
top-notch
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Post by mabd on Jun 25, 2006 23:20:01 GMT -6
Carmel City Curt Smith
Enter my flow so I can hit this show with somethin rugged It’s mainly how all the honies dug it Like every single day and, bounce around the way and Chicks are never waitin when the bodies start marinatin We expand in player’s land to unknowns To turn my stumbling blocks, into my stepping stones The pound donna karan new york down found Where there can be no type of slackin in your mackin The whole agenda is for me to decide; the major hustle Is god, when brothers coincide, with the bonafide Cl smooth, you know the mecca don With lovers only for me, in carmel city
Top notch, butterscotch, lyrics hits the mode To make the most gorgeous women wanna get nude...
next word: stumbling
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Jun 26, 2006 16:04:39 GMT -6
Maeve, you've surprised me again. What an unusual choice!
Our love is alive, And so we begin. Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table, STUMBLIN' in. Our love is a flame Burnin' within. Now, and then TWILIGHT will catch us, Stumblin' in.
"Stumblin' In" - Suzi Quatro & Chris Norman
twilight
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 26, 2006 18:14:30 GMT -6
Shawn Colvin: Round of Blues
All this time I been making deals Shades of black and white On a hollywood reel All this time I been missing Something so real, so real All this time I been a face in the crowd Now I'm living in color And laughing out loud All these names For just fooling aound It's a new breakthrough It's an old breakdown
We smoked a lot of hope We did our cryin' too We're finally waking up To what real love can do Oh, down a lost highway Under the twilight moon A chorus in your eyes Another round of blues
next word:EYES
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Post by mabd on Jun 28, 2006 18:28:03 GMT -6
Hey Siren, thanks. I'm know I'm getting obscure, but I've been trying to organize the CDs and realized that I have stuff I don't know why I have...like this. Easy choice would have Guess Who, but this is way more fun. Through These Eyes Social Distortion Through these eyes I've seen love and I've seen hate I've seen the violence and the tears Through these eyes, I got my schooling on the streets I've seen the things in life you don't wanna see Through these eyes I've seen the shape of things to come and I've watched them all fall apart Through these eyes I've seen the broken homes they cry I've seen the poor man's face as he stands in line chorus: And though my heart has made me weary On a road less traveled on Through the heart it hurts so dearly, and the pain it lingers on Through these eyes, I've looked the devil in the face and I've seen God's holy grace Through these eyes, I've tried to walk the straighter line I found myself again, I nearly lost my mind next word: shape Maeve
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