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Reply #30 posted 04/07/07 1:43am

xplnyrslf

Irresistiblebitch: Bob Dylan, anything from "Blood On the Tracks"
[Edited 4/8/07 9:48am]
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Reply #31 posted 04/07/07 2:01am

xplnyrslf

Jdinteractive: "Whir" Smashing Pumpkins.
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Reply #32 posted 04/07/07 2:07am

xplnyrslf

Bananacologne: "Maybe Tomorrow" Stereophonics.
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Reply #33 posted 04/07/07 2:32am

xplnyrslf

Funkpill: "Call the Doctor" JJCale. or.. "Don't go to Strangers" from the Naturally cd.....
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Reply #34 posted 04/07/07 5:32am

SureThing

xplnyrslf said:

SureThing: "Tied To the Whipping Post", Allman Brothers Band.
I been run down, i been lied to,
I don't know why i let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.

Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.

My friends tell me, that i've been such a fool,
And i have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and i look at what you've down.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And i can't run.

Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.

Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
[Edited 4/6/07 21:40pm]



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Reply #35 posted 04/07/07 6:15am

SureThing

To Spooky, and any other cranky boys here:

On the edge of a windowsill
Ponders his maker, ponders his will
To the street below, he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks the needle deep, yeah...
Whoa, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom

Oh, on the edge of a know-nothin' town
Feelin' quite superior, the aged come
To the sky above he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep, yeah...
Ooh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...uh huh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep...
Ohhh...Ohhh...

Ow...
On the edge of a Christmas clean love
Young virgin from heaven...visiting Hell
To the man above her, she just ain't nothin'
And she doesn't like the view
She doesn't like the view (2x)
But he sinks himself deep

Oh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom
Can't touch the bottom
Deep, yeah...
Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah... (6x)
Ohh...
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Reply #36 posted 04/07/07 6:16am

SureThing

To the whole org

They don't eat, don't sleep
They don't feed, they don't seethe
Bare their gums when they moan and squeak
Lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so called best friend

They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare

They don't scam, don't fight
Don't oppress an equals given rights
Starve the poor so they can be well fed
Line their holes with the dead ones bread

They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way }
Don't pack themselves together and run as one } (2x)
Don't shit where they're not supposed to }
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare... }

Rats...They don't compare (2x)
Ben, the two of us need look no more (5X
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Reply #37 posted 04/07/07 6:17am

SureThing

To the whole org

Troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight, oh...
I am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends
I am lost, I'm no guide, but I'm by your side
I am right by your side, yeah...

Young lover I stand
It was their idea, I proved to be a man
Take my fucking hand
It was their idea, I proved to be a man
Will myself to find a home, a home within myself
We will find a way, we will find our place

Drop the leash, drop the leash... } (3x)
Get outta' my fuckin' face }

Drop the leash, we are young (2x)
Oh, get outta' my fuckin' face...
Drop the leash, drop the leash...
Get outta' my, my...

Delight, delight, delight in our youth...oww...
Get outta' my fuckin' face...
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Reply #38 posted 04/07/07 6:19am

SureThing

To me:

She nursed him there, ooh, over a night
I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay
What to say...what to say
But soon she was down, soon he was low
At a quarter past...a holy no...
She had to turn around

When she couldn't hold, oh...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here

And to this day, she's glided on
Always home but so far away
Like a word misplaced
Nothing said, what a waste
When she had contact...with the conflict...
There was meaning, but she sold him to the state
She had to turn around

When she couldn't hold...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...oh...oh...

She gave him away when she couldn't hold...no...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...
Couldn't hold on...she couldn't hold...no...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never the safest place, oh...
A dissident is here
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Reply #39 posted 04/07/07 6:22am

SureThing

To me:

Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
She knows their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same.
And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.
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Reply #40 posted 04/07/07 6:24am

SureThing

to XPLNYRSLF:



She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed crazy Mary.
Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.
That old blue car we used to race.
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side.
Said 'NO LOITERING ALLOWED.'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.

One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills.
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Terrible thoughts. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all.
Oh... Oh... Oh...

Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around.
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2)

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a...
Oh yeah.
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Reply #41 posted 04/07/07 6:42am

SexOnWheels

between xplnyrslf and SureThing this thread is going to be a hit!! woot!
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Reply #42 posted 04/07/07 6:49am

JDInteractive

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xplnyrslf said:

Jdinteractive: "Whir" Smashing Pumpkins.


confused

Erm, thanks!
There's Joy In Expatriation.
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Reply #43 posted 04/07/07 7:06am

SureThing

To Gemini13:

Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that


Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear that


But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been
here
silent all these years


So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you


My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough
To get us there


But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice and it's been
here
silent all these..


Years go by will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my head
Years go by will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too
easy
easy
easy


Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
but baby don't look up
The sky is falling


Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you
here take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them


But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it's been
here
silent all these years
I've been here
silent all these years
Silent all these
Silent all these
years

wink
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Reply #44 posted 04/07/07 10:33am

SureThing

I guess I'll always stop and see you
And we'll run into each other's lives
Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside
Everytime it burns my eyes with tears
But I know you're worth the pain
I've so much more to gain by waiting for you

You're going away but you're not going far
So if he decides to leave you alone and crying
You know I'm still here, the faithful one
Waiting for a message from Kathlene
Then I'll come.. faster
Than I ever thought that I could run
Cause I..
I need you more than I ever thought
That I could need someone
Someone Someone Someone else

I know I will always stop and see you
And we'll run into each other's fucked up lives
Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside
Everytime it burns my eyes with tears
But your waking up is the start of my lost cause
And then you decide to leave me alone and crying
But you know I'm still here, the faithful one
Waiting for a message from Kathlene
Then I'll come.. faster
Than I ever thought that I could run
Cause I..
I need you more than I ever thought
That I could need someone
Someone Someone Someone else
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Reply #45 posted 04/07/07 11:21am

SexOnWheels

SureThing said:

I guess I'll always stop and see you
And we'll run into each other's lives
Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside
Everytime it burns my eyes with tears
But I know you're worth the pain
I've so much more to gain by waiting for you

You're going away but you're not going far
So if he decides to leave you alone and crying
You know I'm still here, the faithful one
Waiting for a message from Kathlene
Then I'll come.. faster
Than I ever thought that I could run
Cause I..
I need you more than I ever thought
That I could need someone
Someone Someone Someone else

I know I will always stop and see you
And we'll run into each other's fucked up lives
Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside
Everytime it burns my eyes with tears
But your waking up is the start of my lost cause
And then you decide to leave me alone and crying
But you know I'm still here, the faithful one
Waiting for a message from Kathlene
Then I'll come.. faster
Than I ever thought that I could run
Cause I..
I need you more than I ever thought
That I could need someone
Someone Someone Someone else


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Reply #46 posted 04/07/07 4:33pm

Christopher

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JD-Scapegoat Wax- "Aisle 10(Hello Allison)" cool

http://www.sputnik7.com/v...c&key=ai10

(videoooo)

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[Edited 4/7/07 16:35pm]
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Reply #47 posted 04/07/07 8:50pm

xplnyrslf

SureThing said:

to XPLNYRSLF:



She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed crazy Mary.
Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.
That old blue car we used to race.
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side.
Said 'NO LOITERING ALLOWED.'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.

One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills.
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Terrible thoughts. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all.
Oh... Oh... Oh...

Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around.
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2)

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a...
Oh yeah.


Who's that by???
(I was downloading old CD's into my itunes and between downloads posted here. It was a perfect forum)
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Reply #48 posted 04/07/07 9:47pm

applekisses

For Supa, IB, Cborgman:

The government totally sucks
You motherfucker
The government totally sucks

Ben Franklin was a rebel indeed
He liked to get naked while he smoked on the weed
He was a genius but if he was here today
The government would fuck him up his righteous A!

Now let me tell you something about the government (uh huh)
They're fucking up the environment (say what?)
They're taking all the fucking beautiful animals (yeah?)
And making them fucking extinct (oh no!)

The government totally sucks
You motherfucker
The government totally sucks
The government totally sucks

Cos the land of love and freedom,
Is just a baby's breath away
And if we hold hands together
We can bring back the USA

The USAAAAA, yeah!
Bring back the USAAAA, yeah!
The fucking USAAAA yeah!
Bring back the US!

Government totally sucks!
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Reply #49 posted 04/07/07 9:57pm

Stax

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xplnyrslf said:

SureThing said:

to XPLNYRSLF:



She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed crazy Mary.
Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.
That old blue car we used to race.
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side.
Said 'NO LOITERING ALLOWED.'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.

One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills.
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Terrible thoughts. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all.
Oh... Oh... Oh...

Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around.
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2)

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a...
Oh yeah.


Who's that by???
(I was downloading old CD's into my itunes and between downloads posted here. It was a perfect forum)


victoria williams http://www.mtv.com/overdr...&vid=47623
a psychotic is someone who just figured out what's going on
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Reply #50 posted 04/09/07 5:32am

SureThing

xplnyrslf said:

SureThing said:

to XPLNYRSLF:



She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed crazy Mary.
Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.
That old blue car we used to race.
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side.
Said 'NO LOITERING ALLOWED.'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.

One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills.
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Terrible thoughts. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all.
Oh... Oh... Oh...

Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around.
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2)

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a...
Oh yeah.


Who's that by???
(I was downloading old CD's into my itunes and between downloads posted here. It was a perfect forum)



Its Pearl Jam.
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Reply #51 posted 04/09/07 6:22am

JDInteractive

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Christopher said:

JD-Scapegoat Wax- "Aisle 10(Hello Allison)" cool

http://www.sputnik7.com/v...c&key=ai10

(videoooo)

.
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[Edited 4/7/07 16:35pm]


Catchy Chops! This is for you...

The Less I Use My Brain by Guild Of Defiants

http://www.youtube.com/wa...fHYnLglTPs (video ´Let me see your breasts!´)
There's Joy In Expatriation.
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Reply #52 posted 04/09/07 8:00am

SexOnWheels

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly

Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me, somebody gave me,
somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
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