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dedicate a song to 2the9s Love Tractor
Transcription taken from The Original Lyrics File I'm holding the key I need no liscense to ride Dad said that I'm alright The engine's still warm She'd been waiting for me in the barn Gonna make me feel, Gonna make me feel alright Well I'm bouncin' in my seat I try to remember where all the levers are I've got enough fuel this time I've got enough fuel this time to remember The engine's still warm She's been waiting for me in the barn Gonna let me feel, gonna help me feel Well I'm bouncin' in my seat I try to remember where all the levers are I've got enough fuel this time I've got enough fuel this time to remember Enter the Earth We're scratching our play on the growth of the moon Mom said, that I'm alright | |
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You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go Oh, no You say goodbye and I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello I say high, you say low You say why, and I say I don't know Oh, no You say goodbye and I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Why, why, why, why, why, why Do you say good bye Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye Oh, no You say goodbye and I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Hello | |
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I Hate Myself For Loving You
Joan Jett Midnight, gettin' uptight. Where are you? You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you. Hey, Jack, It's a fact they're talkin' in town. I turn my back and you're messin' around. I'm not really jealous, don't like lookin' like a clown. I think of you ev'ry night and day. You took my heart, then you took my pride away. I hate myself for loving you . Can't break free from the the things that you do. I wanna walk but I run back to you, that's why I hate myself for loving you . Daylight, spent the night without you. But I've been dreamin' 'bout the lovin' you do. I won't be as angry 'bout the hell you put me through. Hey, man, bet you can treat me right. You just don't know what you was missin' last night. I wanna see your face and say forget it just from spite. I hate myself for loving you . Can't break free from the the things that you do. I wanna walk but I run back to you, that's why I hate myself for loving you. I hate myself for loving you. Can't break free from the things that you do. I wanna walk but I run back to you, that's why I hate myself for loving you . I think of you ev'ry night and day. You took my heart, then you took my pride away. I hate myself for loving you . Can't break free from the the things that you do. I wanna walk but I run back to you, that's why I hate myself for loving you . I hate myself for loving you . I hate myself for loving you . | |
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Man On A Tractor lyrics
I woke up the same way this morning Like a stranger in my own life Tired and confused with too much to do Nothing left for my kids and my wife Oh I clung to that first cup of coffee Praying god, won't you show me what's real Then out in the distance I saw through the window A man on a tractor with a dog in a field The dog walked just like it was smiling The man drove like the world was all right The tractor hummed on like a part of a song That you sing to your children at night His work was laid out there before him In rows of green, his whole life was revealed Oh what I wouldn't give if I could just live Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field [Chorus:] Let me do what I'm doing Let me be where I am Let me find peace of mind On my own piece of land When I'm lost, help me to let go And find someway to feel Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field There I was watching and wondering My wife came down and sat beside me She said. "it's not about living another man's life It's about seeing your own differently Oh this home that I love and my children What more could one man hope to yield Then she touched my face And said, "there's more than one way To be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field [repeat chorus] | |
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Dear mama, well, heres a letter from your girl
Well, I think my city days are done, mom And it aint been three weeks since I came And mama, do remember what you said Say your prayers before you go to bed, child And remember city boys aint the same (chorus) Im like a john deere tractor In a half acre field Tryin to plow a furrow Where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home, mom Where the blue grass is growin And the sweet country boys dont complain And, mama, so much perfume I thought Id drown And the lord didnt seem to be nowhere around Hey, I felt just like a flower from the vine (repeat chorus) How Id like to be home, mom Where the blue grass is growin And the fire light shimmers and it shines [Edited 2/28/07 18:36pm] | |
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Keep Me Hangin' On
Set me free why don't cha babe Get out of my life why don't cha babe 'cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin'on Set me free why don't cha babe Get out of my life why don't cha babe You don't really need me But you keep me hangin'on Why do you keep a comin' around Playing with my heart Why don't cha get out of my life And let me make a brand new start Let me get over you The way you've gotten over me yeah You say although we broke up You still just wanna be friends But how can we still be friends When seeing you only breaks my heart again Get out, get out of my life And let me sleep at night 'Cos you don't really love me You just keep me hangin'on You say you still care for me But your heart and soul needs to be free And now that you've got your freedom You wanna still hold on to me You don't want me for yourself So let me find somebody else Why don't cha be a man about it and set me free Now you don't care a thing about me You're just using me - Hey, abusing me Get out, get out of my life And let me sleep at night 'Cos you don't really love me You just keep me hangin'on You don't really need me You just keep me - hangin'on | |
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Words fail me so here's a video instead: http://www.youtube.com/wa...4z6ezLMx2U | |
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Imago said: Words fail me so here's a video instead: http://www.youtube.com/wa...4z6ezLMx2U
Thank you, Dan. Seriously.  | |
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Artist/Band: Chesney Kenny
Lyrics for Song: She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy Lyrics for Album: Other Songs Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun Over by the gate lordy here she comes With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea I make a little room and she climbs on up Open up the throttle and stir a little dust Just look at her face she ain't a foolin' me She thinks my tractor's sexy It really turns her on She's always starin' at me While I'm chuggin' along She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan She's the only one who really understands what gets me She thinks my tractor's sexy We ride back and forth 'til we run out of light Take it to the barn put it up for the night Climb up in the loft sit and talk with the radio on She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids And one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home She thinks my tractor's sexy It really turns her on She's always starin' at me While I'm chuggin' along She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan She's the only one who really understands what gets me She thinks my tractor's sexy Well she ain't into cars or pickup trucks But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up She thinks my tractor's She thinks my tractor's sexy It really turns her on She's always starin' at me While I'm chuggin' along She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan She's the only one who really understands what gets me She thinks my tractor's sexy She thinks my tractor's sexy She thinks my tractor's sexy | |
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Something evil's watching over you
Comin' from the sky above And there's nothing you can do Prepare to strike There'll be no place to run When your caught within the grip Of the evil Unicron Transformers More than meets the eye Transformers Robots in Disguise Strong enough to break the bravest heart So we have to pull together We can't stay worlds apart To stand divided we will surely fall Until our darkest hour When the light will save us all Transformers More than meets the eye Transformers Robots in Disguise Transformers Autobots wage their Battle To destroy the evil forces Of the Decepticons It's judgment day and now we've made our stand And now the powers of darkness Have been driven from our land The Battle's over but the war has just begun And this way it will remain til the day when all are one Transformers Transformers Transformers Transformers More than meets the eye clever clever quotation - attention getting quote - sad yet witty remark - look at me! Im deep quote- song lyric about my ex cause that bitch stole my mp3 player! - line from movie I liked - Prince lyric - not very clever sig mocking other sigs | |
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The Professor's Song - Tom Lehrer
If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am I'm a genius and a physicist (and something of a ham). I have tried for numerous degrees, in fact, I've one of each: Of course, that makes me eminently qualified to teach. I understand the subject matter thoroughly, it's true, And I can't see why it isn't all as obvious to you. My lectures all are masterpieces, excellently planned, Yet everybody tells me that I'm hard to understand, And I can't think why! My diagrams are models of true art, you must agree, And my handwriting is famous for its legibility; When I write "gravitation,"* say, or any other word, For anyone to say he cannot read it is absurd. My demonstrations all get more remarkable every year, Though, frankly, what they go to prove is sometimes less than clear, And all my explanations are quite lucid, I am sure, Yet everybody tells me that my lectures are obscure. And I can't think why! Consider, for example, oscillation of a spring: The force that acts upon it is a very simple thing, It's kx3, or kx2 -- no, just kx I'll bet, The sign in front is plus (or is it minus?...I forget). Well, anyway, there is a force, of that there is no doubt; All these problems are quite trivial, if you only think them out. Yet people tell me: "I have memorized the whole term through, Everything you've told us, but the problems I can't do." And I can't think why! ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect, it means you've decided to look beyond the imperfections... unknown | |
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Has anyone done this one yet?
Fish heads fish heads roly poly fish heads Fish heads fish heads eat them up yum REPEAT REFRAIN In the morning laughing happy fish heads In the evening floating in the soup REFRAIN Ask a fish head anything you want to They won't answer they can't talk REFRAIN I took a fish head out to see a movie Didn't have to pay to get it in REFRAIN They can't play baseball they don't wear sweaters They're not good dancers they don't play drums REFRAIN Roly poly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino In Italian restaurants with oriental women yeah All good things they say never last... | |
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"shut up" by kelly osbourne
You say, I should do it differently. I don't, Necessarily agree. Stand up! Sit down! Be nice! Did ya hear me ask for your advice? Don't bother, Trying to tell me your beliefs. your point of view looks pretty screwed to me Do this! Do that! On track! Do me a favor and don't talk back! Round and round, And the conversation always ends where it began Round and round, And I need a vacation. I've got a headache from you Shut up! Don't want to hear your voice. Shut up! I'm sick of all the noise. There's nothing you can say to me, that means a damn thing to me So shut up! Blah Blah, Blah Blah, Blah Blah, Blah Blah. That's what, It sounds like you said to me. You nag and you brag and I gag! There's so much beauty in what we have. You must, Have better things that you can do. Or does your life revolve around me too? What you want, What I need. Oh please! I think you get off, hearing yourself speak. Round and round, And the conversation always ends where it began. Round and round, And I need a vacation. I've got a headache from you Shut up! Don't want to hear your voice. Shut up! I'm sick of all the noise. There's nothing you can say to me, that means a damn thing to me Shut up! Don't want to be polite. It's messed up, How you always think you're right. There's nothing you can say, That's gonna change the way I am. So shut up! Round and round, And the conversation always ends where it began. Round and round, And I need a vacation. I've got a headache from you Shut up! Don't want to hear your voice. Shut up! I'm sick of all the noise. There's nothing you can say to me, that means a damn thing to me Shut up! Don't want to be polite. It's messed up, How you always think you're right. There's nothing you can say, That's gonna change the way I am. So shut up! [Edited 3/1/07 13:13pm] Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely. - Lord Acton | |
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Chorus: LleeLlee
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear 9s, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Lucie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Dan {Chorus: LleeLlee} [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear 9s, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Jersey That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Key West - you said if I'd write you you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither; he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you 9s, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Dan -- P.S. We should be together too {Chorus: LleeLlee} [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey 9s, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I love you 9s, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See 9s; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey 9s, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*} .. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} {Chorus: LleeLlee} [2the9s] Dear Dan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you? You got some issues Dan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Dan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you Damn!  [Edited 3/1/07 13:37pm] | |
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abierman said: Chorus: LleeLlee
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear 9s, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Lucie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Dan {Chorus: LleeLlee} [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear 9s, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Jersey That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Key West - you said if I'd write you you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither; he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you 9s, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Dan -- P.S. We should be together too {Chorus: LleeLlee} [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey 9s, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I love you 9s, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See 9s; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey 9s, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*} .. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} {Chorus: LleeLlee} [2the9s] Dear Dan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you? You got some issues Dan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Dan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you Damn!
[Edited 3/1/07 13:37pm] 
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abierman said: Chorus: LleeLlee
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear 9s, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Lucie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Dan {Chorus: LleeLlee} [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear 9s, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Jersey That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Key West - you said if I'd write you you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither; he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you 9s, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Dan -- P.S. We should be together too {Chorus: LleeLlee} [Imago as 'Dan'] Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey 9s, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I love you 9s, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See 9s; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey 9s, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*} .. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} {Chorus: LleeLlee} [2the9s] Dear Dan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you? You got some issues Dan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Dan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you Damn!
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Awww Yah! Billy’s at the bar, he’s been there all night First ten beers he’s had, since her goodbye HEY! HEY! She left him broke, in his new truck He don’t smoke, but he lights one up Temporary fix, for his heartache He’s hurting bad, but he’s feeling great He’s on the dance floor yelling Freebird Singing off pitch but he knows every word Grabs him a girl and he holds on tight He’s chasing everything in sight He’ll fall apart when he gets home But right now his worries are gone Life looks good, good, good Billy’s got his beer goggles on Hey! Lot of drunks, get real mean They’ll pick a fight, over anything Billy wants to laugh, that’s why he’s here You won’t see him cry, unless you spill his beer He’s on the dance floor yelling Freebird Singing off pitch but he knows every word Grabs him another girl and he holds on tight Now he’s chasing everything in sight He’ll fall apart when he gets home Right now his worries are gone Life looks good, good, good Billy’s got his beer goggles……. on He’s on the dance floor yelling Freebird Singing off pitch but he knows every word Grabs him another girl he hold on tight He don’t see ugly Through blood shot eyes He’ll fall apart when he gets home But right now his worries are gone Cause life looks good, good, good So good, good, good, Life looks good, good, good Billy’s got his beer goggles…….on | |
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monty python's philosopher's song
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar Who could think you under the table. David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel, And Wittgenstein was a beery swine Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel. There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya 'Bout the raising of the wrist. Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed. John Stuart Mill, of his own free will, On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill. Plato, they say, could stick it away-- Half a crate of whiskey every day. Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle. Hobbes was fond of his dram, And Ren Descartes was a drunken fart. 'I drink, therefore I am.' Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed, A lovely little thinker, But a bugger when he's pissed.  She couldn't stop crying 'cause she knew he was gone to stay | |
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DENIS LEARY - *HOLE
(Spoken) Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know. (Sung) I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job. I'm your average white suburbanite slob. I like pools and tractors and books with letters. I've got an average flat with a nice gravel floor. My wife and my job, my kid and my John Deere. My feet on my table and a big plastic steer. But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no) no way (uh-uh) No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense (oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I teach really slow in the ultra-fast lane, While people trying to learn are going insane. I'm an orger (He's an orger, what an orger) I'm an orger (He's an orger, such an orger) I use public toilets and remove the seat, I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?" I'm an orger (He's an orger, what an orger) I'm an orger (He's the world's most annoying orger) Sometimes I post in P & R, with a fake (tracklist) argument, turning BVH a star. I'm an orger (He's an orger, what an orger) I'm an orger (He's a real fucking orger) Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong YEAAAHHH! I'm an orger (he's an orger, what an orger) I'm an orger (he's the world's biggest orger) (Spoken) Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 typewriter, hot-fuckin'-pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for the backspace... yeah! And I'm gonna type around in that baby doing 1.15 keys an hour, getting 1 post inbetween diapers, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non- biodegradable styrofoam containers... yeah! And when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the class, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the haikus, that's why... yeah! Two words--nuclear fuckin' haikus, OK? Russia, Czechoslovakia, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of fuckin' difference, because we got the haikus, OK? Ezra Pound's not dead--he's frozen! And when we find a cure for wrong forums, we're gonna thaw out Ezzie and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times--that's how pissed off Ezzie's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Ezzie and Proust and Stani Lem and a case of fuckin' ripple and drive... I'm an orger (I'm an orger, he's an orger) I'm an orger (He's the world's biggest orger) O-R-G-E-R Everybody, O-R-R-G-E-R-R Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay A-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom Oooooo (Spoken) I'm 2THE9S and I'm proud of it! [Edited 3/2/07 12:38pm] You don't scare me; i got kids | |
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Alf, why did you change the lyrics?? The original Asshole-lyrics were quite applicable as well!
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True that! You don't scare me; i got kids | |
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Some of them are hairy
Some of them are bald Some are kinda scary And this is what they're called Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Some belong to virgins They're really tight and strong But big or small, I love 'em all That's why I sing my song Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Vagina Some of them are smelly Like clams and fish and such Some smell like a summer's eve Cause they've been duesched too much Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Nothin could be finer Than to be in a vagina In the morning | |
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shausler said: Some of them are hairy
Some of them are bald Some are kinda scary And this is what they're called Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Some belong to virgins They're really tight and strong But big or small, I love 'em all That's why I sing my song Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Vagina Some of them are smelly Like clams and fish and such Some smell like a summer's eve Cause they've been duesched too much Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Vagina! Vagi-hoo-a! They call that thing Vagina Nothin could be finer Than to be in a vagina In the morning | |
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Poppys, daisys life is crazy | |
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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All About You
The Rolling Stones Well if you call this a life Why must I spend it with you? If the show must go on Let it go on without you So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you Who'll tell me those lies And let me think they're true? What am I to do You want it, I got it too Though the lies might be true That's just cause the joke's about you I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you You're the first to get laid, always the last bitch to get paid Oh, tell me those lies Let me think they're true I heard one or two They weren't about me, they weren't about her They were all about you I may miss you But missing me just isn't you I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you Tell me those lies Let me think they're true I heard one or two, and they weren't about me, they weren't about her They're all about you I'm so sick and tired What should I do You want it, you get it... So how come I'm still in love with you? 23 more days to Ball Dangle Day!!!!! | |
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