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Post by Exu on Sept 22, 2008 0:14:14 GMT
I'm from a land called Secret Estonia Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no) Ice-cream mountains and chocolate skies Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no)
Welcome to the Creepshow Welcome to the Creepshow (Welcome to the Creepshow) Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the Creepshow Welcome to the Creepshow
I'm from a land called Secret Estonia Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no) Cinnamon houses and licorice flies Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no) Nobody knows where it's at (no)
Welcome to the Creepshow Welcome to the Creepshow (Welcome to the Creepshow) Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the Creepshow Welcome to the Creepshow
Põdral maja metsa sees Väiksest aknast välja vaatab Jänes jookseb kõigest väest Lävel seisma jääb. Kopp-kopp lahti tee Metsas kuri jahimees Jänes tuppa tule sa Anna käppa ka
Welcome to the Creepshow Welcome to the Creepshow (Welcome to the Creepshow) Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the Creepshow (Welcome to the Creepshow)
Welcome to the Creepshow (Nobody knows where it's at) Welcome to the Creepshow (Nobody knows where it's at) (Welcome to the Creepshow) Welcome to the (Nobody knows where it's at) Welcome to the (Nobody knows where it's at) Welcome to the Creepshow (Welcome to the Creepshow)
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Post by obsidian on Sept 22, 2008 8:35:01 GMT
We welcome Val Doonican as himself Year's ago I made a joke band called Valdunican and the concept was that he was an irish goat god of violent homosexual activities and alcohol.
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Post by Super Sonic on Sept 22, 2008 8:50:28 GMT
I see your Intro & the Outro and raise you: This is the B side of our platter, sports fans. And I'm singing just for you covered in sequins In the canyons of your mind I will wander through your brain To the ventricles of your heart, my dear I'm in love with you again! 'Cross the mountains of your chest I will stick a Union Jack To the forest of your cheek Through the holes in your string vest My darling, in my cardboard-coloured dreams (Ooh, cardboard-coloured dreams) Once again I hear your love (Ooh, ooh, ooh) And I kiss, yes I kiss your perfumed hair (But she's not there) The sweet essence of giraffe And each time I hear your name (Frying pan, frying pan) Oh! How it hurts (He's in pain) In the wardrobe of my soul (Oh, my soul) In the section labelled "shirts" (Aah) Ah! Oh!
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Sept 23, 2008 20:12:01 GMT
^ OH G-D OH G-D I LOVE THAT SONG. It was on the soundtrack to my childhood, I have vivid memories of watching Viv Stanshall performing it in a monster mask on TV.
Hey, remember that time When I found a human tooth down on Delancey? Hey, remember that time When we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth? Hey, remember that time When my favourite colours were pink and green? Hey, remember that month When I only ate boxes of tangerines? So cheap and juicy! Tangerines
Hey, remember that time When I would only read Shakespeare? Hey, remember that other time When I would only read the backs of cereal boxes? Hey, remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing? A street cat got him by the morning And I had to bury pieces of his body in our building's playground I thought I was gonna be sick I thought I was gonna be sick
Hey, remember that time When I would only smoke Parliaments? Hey, remember that time When I would only smoke Marlboros? Hey, remember that time When I would only smoke Camels? Hey, remember that time when I was broke? I didn't care, just bummed, bummed my friends
Hey, remember that time When you OD'd? Hey, remember that other time When you OD'd for the second time? Well, in the waiting room, while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind And I was on a lot of [censored] too, but what I saw, man I tell you, it was freaky Freaky
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Post by roman david on Sept 24, 2008 10:44:33 GMT
(Highly amused how my Whitehouse lyrics weren't removed...) This song is relevent because the artist in question is coming back to the UK and I AM PSYCHED. make the record at night we all know that rock and roll is the language of night but this got made in the day, it was bright the drums are fully shakey but the bass is more tight the song is the single, and the single sucks it has never sounded good it always sounded bad what is the song the pop song is it a conduit? to give out the feeling in a compact form a short form and shorter is better because it is physically much easier to share a slogan verse a book single versus record what its blank white with really no cover and that leaves the meaning clear wait its more vague with no hints to intentions except that maybe the intention was to seem vague or not to have a cover maybe just there's no cover and if the children care, then the children are pissed you said you wanted pop but instead you got this oh, my god what do you do? the song is the single and the single sucks it never sounded good it always sounded bad the air here dries out my skin but I still have a feeling i am still filled with feeling i just want to hold someone i just want to hold someone i just want to hold someone i just want to hold someone i just want to hold someone i just want to hold someone i just want to hold someone you make the record at night cuz everyone knows rock and roll is the language of night but this got made in the day it was bright the drums are a lot looser like falling apart and the bass is a scratch on your skin a big scratch but you'll heal the skin is intact and the song is the single and the single sucks it never sounded good it always sounded bad get away with years of bills in short form the conduit has crashed but at least its for sale i'm sorry you see we've had to since high school its been a while now and its hard to see what that really means untill you get to talk you just hear so much and you see so much and you hear so much and you see so much its a lot but you hold it and piano i have just gone through the breakup armageddon breakup the timing was bad but there's never a good time for bad things to happen maybe better than worse but bad is that all always bad is bad enough unequipped it was the blessings of space but and the the prior six months had left my body to crash it caught me on the plane it happens i hear it actually happens a lot to other germs and the bad air i went to england which upset the rhythmthe label took me over to perform i played four shows and a radio and I got sick i got so sick i thought I would die i was sure I would die so we cancelled 2 shows the sick and the travelodge in leeds in the rain caught it happens and we cancelled northampton and glasgow i'm so sorry if you cared so this is what got made not really but sort of this got made in the place from the visit so the whole song from your biggest fan the title track from the third record we swapped the organ for bass which kinda sounds more like the big boys anyways skate rock from texas but this is the single and the single has spoke the record is sung the song is the single and the single sucks it was shown HAWNAY TROOF BARRLUCKY DRAGONS DAVID SCOTT STONE Saturday 18 October The Luminaire
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Post by obsidian on Sept 24, 2008 16:04:07 GMT
(Highly amused how my Whitehouse lyrics weren't removed...) It's because prejudice, substance abuse, depression and woman hatred is fine until you start saying naughty words. I'm with Stephen Fry and John Cleese, being offended by the meaning of these words is all well and good, but being offended by mere words is a sign of stupidity.
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Post by Exu on Sept 25, 2008 0:12:53 GMT
You let your body talk, you know what I mean. Like a killer stalks, through a lover's dream.
I'm here to play your game. You're such a pretty thing. I try to stand my ground but it's hard, So hard, To leave you alone.
I gave you all my money, now show me to the honey baby. Legs as white as sugar, candy on the window-sill.
You let your body talk, it's all part of your scheme. And the way you walk, haunts my dreams.
I'm here to play your game. You're such a pretty thing. I try to stand my ground but it's hard, So hard, To leave you alone.
I gave you all my money, now show me to the honey baby. Legs as white as sugar, candy on the window-sill.
It's so easy, you see, to cross the fine line in front of me, To cross the fine line in front of me.
I gave you all my money, now show me to the honey baby. It's music when you scream my name, tell me that you feel the same.
I gave you all my money, now show me to the honey, baby! It's music when you scream my name, tell me that you feel the same.
You look good, now let the devil inside. I feel fine, now there's nothing to hide.
It's so easy, you see, to cross the fine line in front of me, To cross the fine line.
It's so easy, you see, aha, Easy, you see.
It's so easy, you see, aha, Easy, you see.
It's so easy, you see, to cross the fine line in front of me. It's so easy, you see, to cross the fine line in front of me. It's so easy, you see, to cross the fine line in front of me.
It's so easy, you see.
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Post by Blizz on Sept 25, 2008 20:00:05 GMT
*riiiing!* "I'll answer the phone." *riiing!* "I'll answer the phone. Hello?" "Uh, hi, is this What's Her Face?" "Yes, this is What's Her Face." "Hey, this is Paul." "That's awesome! I have to sing a song now. Two, three, four-"
I think I have a chance with this guy, I think I have a chance with this guy, I think I have a chance with this guy, Guy, guy, guy, guy I think I have a chance with this guy, I hope I do a dance with this guy, I hope I put a trance on this guy, I think I'll lend some pants to this guy, Hope I go to France with this guy, Think I'll put some ants on this guy, Guy, guy, guy, guy, I think I have a chance with this guy, I think I have a chance with this guy, I think I have a chance with this guy, Guy, guy, guy, guy, "Bye."
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Sept 27, 2008 11:24:51 GMT
Edited.
And because I'm feeling cruel:
YO! Gotta go, gotta go
Dreaming Don't give it up, Luffy Dreaming Don't give it up, Zoro Dreaming Don't give it up, Nami Dreaming Don't give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
Here's how the story goes We find out 'bout a treasure in the Grand Line There's no doubt The pirate whose eyes are on it, he'll sing I'll be King of the Pirates, I'm gonna be King!
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, oh ho His name is Luffy (that's Monkey D Luffy) Gonna be King of the Pirates
He's made of rubber! How did that happen? Yo ho ho, he took a bite of Gum Gum
Gotta go, gotta go
His name's Zoro, he's just like a samurai L-A-D-Y, Nami's not shy Usopp's doing that marksman thing Sanji's cooking, Chopper's got the ring
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, oh ho Set sail for One Piece It's the name of the treasure in the Grand Line Gotta go, gotta go Set sail for One Piece
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Post by Nam on Sept 27, 2008 16:06:51 GMT
I'm with Stephen Fry and John Cleese, being offended by the meaning of these words is all well and good, but being offended by mere words is a sign of stupidity. It was the meaning of the words that pissed me off in Namgge's case. Still, I'm only a woman, so why should my opinion count? I mean, all I am is a pair of tits and a set of holes, right? Don't recall ever thinking that about anyone Particularly weird considering that I'm actually sat here right now next to "a pair of tits and a set of holes". But ah well, what do I know? I'm merely a couple of holes and a tube for insertion. Anyway, to the musicality: The bass, the rock The mic, the treble I like my coffee black Just like my metal
The bass, the rock The mic, the treble I like my coffee black Just like my metal
I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a [censored]in' minute
I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up And make me hip like bad ass I can't wait for you to shut me up Shut it up
I can't wait for you to shut me up And make me hip like bad ass I can't wait for you to shut me up Shut it up
The bass, the rock The mic, the treble I like my coffee black Just like my metal
The bass, the rock The mic, the treble I like my coffee black Just like my metal
I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a [censored]ing minute
I can't wait for you to knock me up In a minute, minute In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up And make me hip like bad ass I can't wait for you to shut me up Shut it up
I can't wait for you to shut me up And make me hip like bad ass I can't wait for you to shut me up Shut it up
I don't find it funny right now (right now) Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now) I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)
I don't find it funny right now (right now) Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now) I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)
Because the break, the break, the break
I can't wait for you to shut me up And make me hip like bad ass I can't wait for you to shut me up Shut it up
I can't wait for you to shut me up And make me hip like bad ass I can't wait for you to shut me up Shut it up
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Post by Baxter on Sept 28, 2008 6:31:06 GMT
Remember when you walked into my life all dressed up in leather Remember when you whispered to me "we should always be together" But girls like you, ruin the future Girls like you, ruin my life Girls like you make guys like me make love to a computer
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Post by roman david on Sept 28, 2008 16:39:22 GMT
We're no the first, I hope we're not the last 'Cause I know we're all ready for that adult crash The time is so little, the time belongs to us Why is everybody in such a [censored]ing rush?
Make do with what you have Take what you can get Pay no mind to us We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
Early to finish, I was late to start I might be an adult, but I'm a minor at heart Go to college, be a man, what's the [censored]ing deal? It's now how old I am, it's how old I feel
Take your time Try no to forget We never will We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
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Post by Exu on Sept 29, 2008 2:39:33 GMT
I would like to tell you, I would like to say. That I knew that this would happen, That things would go this way.
But I cannot deceive you, This was never planned. I know that you're the right girl, But do you think that I am the right man?
One. Two. Three. Four, five, six, seven.
Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Too late, so deep, better run 'cause (I don't wanna fall in love). Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight (I don't wanna).
You say it's not a problem, You say it's meant to be. But love is not an option, Our love is never free.
And things are not so easy, So cold and we've been burned. I know that I'll have regrets, But that's the price of one more lesson learned.
One. (One, one, one...) Two. Three. Four, five, six, seven.
Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Too late, so deep, better run 'cause (I don't wanna fall in love). Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight (I don't wanna).
*guitar solo*
Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Too late, so deep, better run 'cause (I don't wanna fall in love). Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight (I don't wanna fall in love).
Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Too late, so deep, better run 'cause (I don't wanna fall in love). Right face, wrong time, she's sweet (but I don't wanna fall in love). Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight (I don't wanna) (I don't wanna.) (I don't wanna.)
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Post by obsidian on Sept 29, 2008 8:40:25 GMT
Summer's here, the sunlight greets the day The winter's gone, there's no more rain today And if I could, I'm sure that I would take your pain away So aint it funny how, after trying to find my way home I'm in the middle now and I won't get lost again
Cause in the winter time, when everything is grey And in the summer time, into the month of May I get a feeling that it's all so temporary And that's the feeling that can take my blues away
Tired of the way that I'm feeling everyday And I feel it in my head Tired of the way that I'm feeling everyday And I feel it in my head now, my head now
It's beautiful, the way it's meant to be Beautiful, but it don't do [censored] for me So peel away a little skin and choke upon the bone And ain't it funny how, after trying to find my way home, I'm in the middle now, and I won't get lost again
Tired of the way that I'm feeling everyday And I feel it in my head Tired of the way that I'm feeling everyday And I feel it in my head now, my head now
But you don't know, how or when it's gonna go
You don't know.
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Post by Blizz on Sept 29, 2008 10:32:03 GMT
The horse is a noble beast, From the mustangs of the west To the stallions of the east. But the horse has a distant cousin, It lives I do not know where, But its message of racial harmony Is one that we all can share.
Hats off to the zebras! They are black and white But they don't fight, 'Cos they're not very good at it.
In a world of confusion We all need a sign. If only we could live side by side Like the stripes down a zebra's spine.
Hats off to the zebras!
The humble badger Takes a sip of morning dew. He's totally colour-blind So he can't judge you. But the badger is a dreamer, The badger has a plan: He knows that his destiny Is to help his fellow man.
Hats off to the badger! He is black and white But he doesn't fight Except for mating rights and territory.
Black man and the white man, Both they need to shave. United by the badger brush, He's helping from beyond the grave.
Hats off to the badger! What about the tapir? Half-zebra, half-pig, Imagine the stig-ma. But the tapir stands proud, Hats off to the tapir! Badgers and zebras, Skunks, oh yeah! Little ring-tailed lemurs, Living together in harmony.
And if the killer whales can do it, Why can't we? Tell me Lord, Tell me why can't we?
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Post by roman david on Sept 29, 2008 10:59:17 GMT
You suffer, but why?
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Post by obsidian on Sept 29, 2008 19:22:49 GMT
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Sept 30, 2008 20:24:19 GMT
I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Babysat all four of my kids Then, in my dream, I told the doctor off He said, "If you don't wanna do it, then you don't have to do it" He said, "The truth is, you'll be OK anyway"
Then, in my dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policies They kept the door closed at all times I couldn't hear a thing When they came out, they said, "You'll be OK anyway" And I smiled cos I knew it all the time
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I don't have to pay for this [censored] I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain't about to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And besides, this [censored] is making me tired Is making me tired, is making me tired You know, I planned to retire some day I'm gonna go out in style, go out in style This [censored] is making me tired, is making me tired, is making me tired I'm gonna go out in style, go out in style
When I woke up, the kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream Right away I called the limousine company Then I got dressed, I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in, we piled in
The doctor asked which way we were heading I said, "Sir, let's just go west" and he listened obediently
Sophie only wants to listen to Radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea Looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I don't have to pay for this [censored] I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain't about to die like this I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo
And besides, this [censored] is making me tired Is making me tired, is making me tired You know, I planned to retire some day I'm gonna go out in style, go out in style This [censored] is making me tired, is making me tired, is making me tired I'm gonna go out in style, go out in style
Style...
I had a dream Crispy crispy Bejamin Franklin came over And babysat all four of my kids I had a dream Crispy crispy Benajmin Franklin came over And babysat all four of my kids
Sophie only wants to listen to Radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea Looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my G-d, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom Oh my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom
Regina Spektor FTW.
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Post by The Shad on Oct 2, 2008 13:48:07 GMT
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything
What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end
And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liars chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here
What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end
And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way.
*bows to Johnny Cash, not NIN*
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Post by roman david on Oct 4, 2008 21:02:01 GMT
McDonald's is the place to rock it is a restaurant where they buy food to eat it is a good place to listen to the music people flock here to get down to the rock music ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S McDonald's will make you fat they serve big macs they serve quarter pounders they will put pounds on you ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S McDonald's hamburgers are the worst they are worse than Burger King a big mac has 26 grams of fat a quarter pounder has 28 grams of fat McDonald's is the place to rock it is a restaurant where they buy food to eat it is a good place to listen to the music people flock here to get down to the rock music ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALD'S Rock over London, rock on Chicago! Wheaties, breakfast of champions! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wesley_Willis
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Post by Blizz on Oct 4, 2008 21:18:23 GMT
This was some bullcrap. And what is a "Warp Zone?" That was F-ed. It's hard to overstate my irritation. (You) think you're the "good guy." Your quest is so right, you can't go left. For the good of princesses Except the ones who aren't yours.
But there's no sense dallying with every decoy. You just keep on rallying until I'm destroyed. And the game gets done. Everybody has fun. 'Cept for Bowser, cause I'm still annoyed.
The hell kind of plumber...? I'm writing your union, tell you what. I bet they'd like to know you're doing mushrooms. And blowing up landmarks. And setting the wildlife on fire. As they burned it hurt, because ...My Goombas were on fire!
Now these secret passages will let me escape, I've got food and furnishings and novels on tape. It's a minor setback I will soon get back on track But regardless, I am still annoyed.
Go ahead and take her. If I know my Peachy, she'll be back. You didn't think I STOLE these beauties, did you? They love my compassion. I'm kidding, ha-ha. It's 'cause I'm rich. Anyway, I guarantee I give her something you can't.
Look at me, still ranting when there's sequels to plan. When it's said and done you'll know that I'm the best man. I am civilized and smart. I've a complex inner heart. With a thousand shades of being annoyed.
And believe me I am still annoyed. You're playing tennis and I'm still annoyed. You're riding go karts and I'm still annoyed. You're playing doctor and I'm still annoyed. You're going Wii now and I'm still annoyed. Still annoyed. Still annoyed.
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Post by Exu on Oct 6, 2008 2:40:09 GMT
It's about this constant addiction, About this greater demand. As I reach for the laugh with only seconds left, I'm getting deeper...
It's about this constant addiction, About this greater demand. As I reach for the laugh with only seconds left, I'm getting deeper...
And did you say that you were happy? 'Cause I won't leave you alone. I need the push to allude to things I have to say, To what I have to say.
There's a time and a place we hide behind, An alternate face. When the freak needs a nurse you comply, With the fools in mind.
There's a time and a place we hide behind, An alternate face. We're the people who [censored] with your mind, When you sleep inside...
I can take you away... To a better place, to a better time. I can take you away... To a better place.
Let's talk about you and me tonight, 'Cause I'd really like to take you home. Let's talk about you and me tonight, 'Cause I need the push to allude to things I have to say.
There's a time and a place we hide behind, An alternate face. When the freak needs a nurse you comply, With the fools in mind.
There's a time and a place we hide behind, An alternate face. We're the people who [censored] with your mind, When you sleep inside...
And remember the times that we've shown you the way... And remember the times that we've shown you the way... (With so many faces.) And remember the times that we've shown you the way... (We can change your mind.) And remember the times that we've shown you the way...
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Post by obsidian on Oct 13, 2008 10:29:41 GMT
Sweating, freezing, itching, bleeding, Selfstyled, poison, A Lethal meeting, face down, helpless in 48 hrs Sickness Pulling your hair out, your legs kicking straight out, this is the closest to death you will be Death you will be Sickness Revolting, distorting, and changing for worsend, no one will recognise exactly whats wrong You are denying And lying; You've lost youre old friends theyll never return again, even when your senses return, again, again, again, Sickness, self desired, self assured, with staff infection Nauseous and bloated, your best behind you now, irritate, amputate, four burning lines A blood coated ending to your lifes story Sickness Paranoia, schitzophrenia, resembling, a picture of disabled fear, the future is pestilence under your skin Sickness As gravity pulls you down and then under, the pain, it increases with every step you're begging for the ending, the dragon is sending you messages from the grim reapers plans Sweating, freezing, itching till bleeding, self styled poison, a lethal meeting, face down and helpless, terror engulfs us The sickness that saves us is killing us now
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Post by Super Sonic on Oct 13, 2008 10:50:50 GMT
The jester hops on the Leg of Time, The scourge of the wizard nation Magical chanting is no crime, When you're suckled by a blind Alsatian Who stole the Leg of Time?
Seen through the eyes of Murgar's kestrel Where's the tiny mouse? There it is Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha!
Ride a white pig to the edge of Lapland Why did I do that? Why did I do that? I don’t know... Who stole the Leg of Time?
When time had one leg it couldn't march It stopped! It hopped! Who stole the Leg of Time?
Was it the wizards? No Was it the goblins? No Was it the elves? No Was it the dwarves? No Was it the kestrels? No Was it the satyrs? No Was it the brain police? ...what? Was it the Man with the Key to the Door of Reality, underneath the Mat of Insignificance?
Nope
Well, who was it then? Was it the terrorists? No Was it the pterodactyls? No
Oh, it was Terry! Terry! Terry stole the Leg of Time
Cockney middle-eight!
Oh Terry, you slag, you nicked the Leg of Time Give it back before you get a slap Take it down the Dog and Duck and leave it behind the bar Or you'll get a slap sunshine
Don't give me no rabbit! Leave it behind the bar Get off me sister Leave it behind the bar Give me half a pound Leave it behind the bar...
Who stole the Leg of Time? Terry! Stole the Leg of Time! The theft of Time's Leg was his crime.
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Post by Knuckles on Oct 13, 2008 23:34:14 GMT
Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems Theres nothing there at all You just seem older than yesterday And youre waiting for tomorrow to call
You draw to the curtain and one things for certain Youre cozy in your little room The carpets all paid for, God bless the tv Lets go shoot a hole in the moon
And roy rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on the t.v., shut out the lights Roy rogers is riding tonight
Nine oclock mornings, five oclock evenings Id liven the pace if I could Oh Id rather have a ham in my sandwich than cheese But complaining wouldnt do any good
Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear I can hear hoofbeats ahead Roy and trigger have just hit the hilltop While the wife and the kids are in bed
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