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Listening To... Shitlist
~L7 When I get mad And I get pissed I grab my pen And I write out a list Of all the people That won't be missed You've made my shitlist For all the ones Who bum me out Shitlist For all the ones Who fill my head with doubt Shitlist For all the squares who get me pissed Shitlist You've made my shitlist Shitlist Shitlist When I get mad And I get pissed Shitlist I grab my pen And write out a list Shitlist Of all you assholes Who won't be missed Shitlist You've made my shitlist Shitlist Shitlist | |
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Nice lyrics  
Ohh purple joy oh purple bliss oh purple rapture! REAL MUSIC by REAL MUSICIANS - Prince "I kind of wish there was a reason for Prince to make the site crash more" ~~ Ben |
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moderatorluv4u said: Nice lyrics
Have (had) the "Natural Born Killers" soundtrack on lol  ... | |
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great lyrics....I want to crib them and make them my sig....
 He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
(George Eliot) the video for the above... 
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reneGade20 said: great lyrics....I want to crib them and make them my sig....
http://www.youtube.com/wa...b00jXAscEI
I think I scare my family lol ... | |
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Fuck yeah, I love L7.
I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell So he met some Christian's from hell Who said, "Let's go to Vegas man" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad Christian van Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Till your mind starts to gel Cuz the preacher thumps the bible With a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John Now he's growing his hair Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell ~ I'D BUY THAT FOR A DOLLAR ~
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Hello
Yeah, it's been a while Not much, how about you I'm not sure why I called I guess I really just wanted to talk to you And I was thinkin' maybe later on We could get together for a while It's been such a long time And I really do miss your smile I'm not talking about moving in And I don't want to change your life But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out And I'd really love to see you tonight We could go walking through a windy park Take a drive along the beach Or stay at home and watch TV You see it really doesn't matter much to me I'm not talking about moving in And I don't want to change your life But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out And I'd really love to see you tonight I won't ask for promises So you don't have to lie We've both played that game before Say "I love you" then say goodbye I'm not talking about moving in And I don't want to change your life But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out And I'd really love to see you tonight I'm not talking about moving in And I don't want to change your life But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out And I'd really love to see you tonight | |
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I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster from his slab began to rise And suddenly to my surprise He did the mash He did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash He did the mash It caught on in a flash He did the mash He did the monster mash From my laboratory in the castle east To the master bedroom where the vampires feast The ghouls all came from their humble abodes To get a jolt from my electrodes They did the mash They did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash They did the mash It caught on in a flash They did the mash They did the monster mash The zombies were having fun The party had just begun The guests included Wolf Man Dracula and his son The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds The coffin-bangers were about to arrive With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five" They played the mash They played the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash They played the mash It caught on in a flash They played the mash They played the monster mash Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring Seems he was troubled by just one thing He opened the lid and shook his fist And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?" It's now the mash It's now the monster mash The monster mash And it's a graveyard smash It's now the mash It's caught on in a flash It's now the mash It's now the monster mash Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band And my monster mash is the hit of the land For you, the living, this mash was meant too When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you Then you can mash Then you can monster mash The monster mash And do my graveyard smash Then you can mash You'll catch on in a flash Then you can mash Then you can monster mash ~ I'D BUY THAT FOR A DOLLAR ~
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I just listened to the salmon dance  | |
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Byron said: Shitlist
~L7 you are soo riot gurl tonite 
spearmint-*what's wrong with breaking up anyway* | |
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I am listening to the sounds of JT running back and forth packing his things to move to college today  | |
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ZombieKitten said: I just listened to the salmon dance
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Open Up
~Chic  | |
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I hope Sweeny gets you for this byron! | |
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Imago said: I hope Sweeny gets you for this byron!
You mean Ocean...Sweeny's threads are the "Post A Lyric" threads lol...  | |
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On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. | |
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love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside Lock me up inside ya dirty cage While I’m alone inside my mind I like to teach you all the rules I’d get to see them set in stone I like it when you chain me to the bed There ya secrets never shone [chorus] I need to feel you You need to feel me I can’t control you You’re not the one for me, no I can’t control you You can’t control me I need to feel you So why’s it involve I love the way you rape my skin I feel the hate you place inside I need to get your voice out of my head Cause I’m the guy you’ll never find I’m faking all of the rules There’s no expressions on your face I’m hoping some day you will let me go Release me from my dirty cage [chorus] I need to feel you You need to feel me I can’t control you You’re not the one for me, no I can’t control you You can’t control me I need to feel you So why’s it involve...you and me.. [repeat 4x] I love the way you look at me I love the way you smack my ass I love the dirty things you do I have control of you [chorus] I need to feel you You need to feel me I can’t control you You’re not the one for me, no I can’t control you You can’t control me I need to feel you So why’s it involve you and me.. [repeat 4x] You’re not the one for me, no [Edited 8/23/07 18:37pm] | |
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july said: On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. Holy shit, I was JUST listening to this lol..  | |
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EverSoulicious said: well then your poo never show
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Byron said: july said: On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. Holy shit, I was JUST listening to this lol.. | |
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Byron said: EverSoulicious said: well then your poo never show
I didn't even notice that.....shit now I have to find it again  | |
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EverSoulicious said: Byron said: I didn't even notice that.....shit now I have to find it again fixed it  | |
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EverSoulicious said: Byron said: I didn't even notice that.....shit now I have to find it again How the hell did "secrets" end up as "poo"? lol .... | |
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july said: Byron said: Holy shit, I was JUST listening to this lol.. We're psychic.  Or like the same music.  That's pretty much the same thing. | |
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Byron said: EverSoulicious said: I didn't even notice that.....shit now I have to find it again How the hell did "secrets" end up as "poo"? lol .... | |
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july said: july said: We're psychic. Or like the same music. That's pretty much the same thing. My daughter loves that song, too  ... | |
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Byron said: EverSoulicious said: I didn't even notice that.....shit now I have to find it again How the hell did "secrets" end up as "poo"? lol ....I have no idea asklyrics.com sucks poo | |
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EverSoulicious said: Byron said: How the hell did "secrets" end up as "poo"? lol ....I have no idea asklyrics.com sucks poo | |
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Byron said: july said: We're psychic. Or like the same music. That's pretty much the same thing. My daughter loves that song, too ...My 3 year old daughter like's the Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne "Girlfriend" remix. It kinda basically the same song. Well no, but anyway! | |
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Byron said: Imago said: I hope Sweeny gets you for this byron!
You mean Ocean...Sweeny's threads are the "Post A Lyric" threads lol... Well, don't I fell like an 
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