roman david
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Post by roman david on Oct 14, 2008 13:26:12 GMT
There's only one type of girl on my mind She's always on my mind When I leave the house, I see them outside They're always on my mind I think of a girl that I really really need That money can't buy I would never be mean to these girls They're always on my mind Oh I want to smile for boring girls I would walk a mile for boring girls Oh I want to touch those boring girls I hope I'm not too much for boring girls
There's only one type of girl on my mind She's always on my mind When I leave my house I see them outside They're always on my mind This is a girl that money can't b uy You know you caught my eye There's only one type of girl on my mind She's always on my mind This is a girl that money can't buy You know you caught my eye There's only one type of girl on my mind She's always on my mind
Oh I want to touch those boring girls I hope I'm not too much for boring girls Oh I want to kiss those boring girls When they're gone I miss those boring girls Oh I want to touch those boring girls I hope I'm not too much for boring girls Oh I want to kiss those boring girls I know I miss those boring girls
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Post by Blizz on Oct 14, 2008 20:36:01 GMT
If I could be a superhero I would be Awesome Man. I'd fly around the world fighting crime According to my awesome plan. And if I saw criminals trying to lie, Hurting other people and making them cry, I'd haul them off to jail in my Awesome Van 'Cos I would be Awesome Man.
"Now some criminals want you to be a criminal, and they offer you things like drugs and alcohol. But we know what to do kids, we just say 'no.'"
If I could be a superhero, I would be Drug-Free Boy, Telling the world of the evils of drugs And all of the lives they destroy. Well, I'd take all the junkies getting so high With their needles and bongs and their sticks made of thai. As I burned them alive, I would squeal with joy 'Cos I would be Drug-Free Boy.
If I could be a superhero, I'd be Immigration Dude. I'd send all the foreigners back to their homes For eating up all of our food! And taking our welfare and best jobs to boot, Like landscaping, dish-washing, picking our fruit. I'd pass a lot of laws to get rid of their brood, 'Cos I'd be Immigration Dude.
"Kids, you can make up your very own superhero. If you could...who would it be?"
If I could be a superhero, Would you be Justice Guy? Making sure people get what they deserve, Especially women who lie, Like if a wife left her husband with 3 kids and no job To run off to [censored]in' Hawaii with some doctor named Bob, You could skin them and drain them of blood so they die, Especially Bob, Then you would be Justice Guy. Or, you could be more subtle, NO! I didn't mean to be vague, Give her the mad-cow disease, let him die of the plague, As long as they suffer for their terrible lie, Especially Bob, Then you would be Justice Guy.
Yes, then you would be A superhero like me!
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Oct 15, 2008 8:16:59 GMT
Every time that I sell myself to you I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to I will tear the petals off of you Rose red, I will make you tell the truth
Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? She was asking for it Did she ask you twice?
Every time that I stare into the sun Angel dust in my dress just comes undone Every time that I stare into the sun Be a martyr, or just look like one Wild eye, rot gut do me in Do you think you can make me do it again?
Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? She was asking for it Did she ask you twice?
If you live through this with me I swear that I would die for you If you live through this with me I swear that I would die for you
Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? She was asking for it Did she ask you twice?
Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? She was asking for it Did she ask you twice?
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Post by The Shad on Oct 15, 2008 12:50:52 GMT
I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers Slipping the clippers Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires The sense of isolation inspires Inspires me I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear Intruders happy in the dark Intruder come Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark.
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Post by Mambo's Here! Look Busy! on Oct 16, 2008 6:22:29 GMT
We're Knights of the Round Table, We dance when ere we're able, We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot, We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. We're Knights of the Round Table, Our shows are formidable, But many times, we're given rhymes That are quite unsingable. We're Opera mad in Camelot, We sing from the diaphragma looooooot. In war we're tough and able, Quite indefatigable, Between our quests we sequin vests, And impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot, I have to push the pram a loooooooooot!
On second thoughts, lets not go to Camelot. It is a silly place!
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Post by Super Sonic on Oct 16, 2008 8:06:27 GMT
It's just a model. <__<
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Oct 16, 2008 18:54:44 GMT
He's got a gun and great big mantits He's got jug ears and tiny trunks Dame Judi Dench is FURIOUS with him He's gone completely out to lunch The Quantum of Solace (the Quantum of Solace) I don't know what that means (what does it mean?) He's having flashbacks in black and white No more raised eyebrows, no more quiffs He's got the stunt team from the Bond films And lots of drugged-up sponsored [censored] The Santum of Quolace (the Santum of Quolace) Did I get it confused? (I got it mixed up) He's (something) willy nilly It's much more pretty than before No silly gadgets, just lots more fighting With that French bloke who does Parkour The Thingy of Whatsit (the Something of Boris) I forgot what it's called (is that what it was?) Sometimes I wish Roger Moore would come back An underwater car or some kind of jetpack Or a hover-gondola and a Union Jack So get it mate, it's not the '80s He'd rather kick you in the face We've got to move on for the '00s Because the world's a terrible place The Quantum of Solace (the Quantum of Solace) I've written it down (I'll remember it now) (From here.)
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roman david
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Post by roman david on Oct 16, 2008 19:16:59 GMT
My war you're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them
You don't want to see me live You don't want me to give Cuz you're one of them
My war you're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them
I might not know what a friend is All I know is what you're not Cuz you're one of them
My war you're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them
I have a prediction, it lives in my brain It's with me every day, it drives me insane I feel it in my heart, that if I has a gun I feel it in my heart, I'd wanna kill some I feel it in my heart, the end will come Come on!!
My war you're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them
Tell me that I'm wrong Try to sing me your ego song You're one of them
My war you're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them
My War.
(Should really be in ALL CAPS. FLAAAG)
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Oct 16, 2008 21:11:47 GMT
Tender is the meat The chicken and the beef Tender is the lamb Basted in redcurrant jam Tender is the steak Wrapped in a Ginster's bake L-rd, I need to find A great big bag of Rick's Pork Rinds
Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing That we have I'm waiting for my Sunday roast, waiting for my Sunday roast Waiting for my Sunday roast to come
Oh my gravy, oh my gravy Oh why, oh my
Tender is the roast The roast I love the most Hiding in the oven Waiting for the meal to come Tender is the goose Sizzling in its own juice L-rd, I need to find A great big bag of Rick's Pork Rinds
Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing That we have I'm waiting for my Sunday roast, waiting for my Sunday roast Waiting for my Sunday roast to come
Oh my gravy, oh my baby Oh why, oh my
Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing That we have I'm waiting for my Sunday roast, waiting for my Sunday roast Waiting for my Sunday roast to come
Oh my gravy, oh my gravy Oh why, oh my
Tender is the meat The chicken and the beef Tender is the lamb Basted in redcurrant jam Tender is the goose Sizzling in its own juice Oh L-rd I need to find A great big bag of Rick's Pork Rinds
Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing Come on, come on, come on I'm hungry Come on, come on, come on Meat's the greatest thing That we have I'm waiting for my Sunday roast, waiting for my Sunday roast Waiting for my Sunday roast to come
Oh my gravy, oh my gravy Oh why, oh my Oh my gravy, oh my gravy Oh why, oh my
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Post by Zerolus on Oct 17, 2008 20:17:04 GMT
Right now you are down and out, and feeling really crappy. I'll say... And when I see how sad you are, it sort of makes me... Happy~~~~~! Happy!?
Sorry, Nicky, human nature! Nothing I can do! It's... Schadenfreude! Making me feel glad that I'm not you!
Well, that's not very nice, Garry! I didn't say it was nice, but everybody does it!
Did you ever clap when a waitress falls, and dropped a tray of glasses~~~? Yeah... And even watched a pair of figure skaters, falling on their asses~~~! Sure! Don't'cha feel all warm and cosy, watching people out in the rain! You bet! That's... Schadenfreude! People taking pleasure in your pain!
Hmm, "Schadenfreude", huh? What's that? Some kinda of Nazi word? Yep! It's German for happiness at the misfortune of others! "Happiness at the misfortune of others..." That is German!
Watching a vegetarian, being told she just ate chicken! Or watching a frat boy realize, just what he put his dick in! Being on an elevator, when somebody shouts, "Hold the door!" NO! Schadenfreude! [censored] you lady, that's what stairs are for!
Ohh! How about: Straight A students getting B's! Ex's getting STD's! Waking doormen from their naps! Watching tourists reading maps! Football players getting tackled! CEO's getting shackled! Watching actors never reaching ending their Oscar speech! Schadenfreude! *Laughing* Schadenfreude! YEAH! Schadenfreude! Woo! Schadenfreude!
The world needs people like you and me, who've been knocked around by fa~~~te! 'Cause when people see us, they don't want to be us, and that makes them feel gre~~a~~t!
We provide a vital service, to society~~~! You and me! Schadenfreude! Making the world a better place! Making the world a better place! Making the world a better pla~~~~ce... To be~~~~~~~! S-C-H-A-D-E-N-F-R-E-U-D-E!
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Post by Blizz on Oct 17, 2008 20:38:51 GMT
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor, She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gamble needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on drunk.
Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done: Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well, I got one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train. I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one!
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Post by Moo on Oct 19, 2008 13:05:24 GMT
This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction. Aperture Science We do what we must because we can. For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead. But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying till you run out of cake. And the Science gets done. And you make a neat gun. For the people who are still alive. I'm not even angry. I'm being so sincere right now. Even though you broke my heart. And killed me. And tore me to pieces. And threw every piece into a fire. As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you! Now these points of data make a beautiful line. And we're out of beta. We're releasing on time. So I'm GLaD. I got burned. Think of all the things we learned for the people who are still alive. Go ahead and leave me. I think I prefer to stay inside. Maybe you'll find someone else to help you. Maybe Black Mesa THAT WAS A JOKE. HAHA. FAT CHANCE. Anyway, this cake is great. It's so delicious and moist. Look at me still talking when there's Science to do. When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you. I've experiments to run. There is research to be done. On the people who are still alive. And believe me I am still alive. I'm doing Science and I'm still alive. I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive. While you're dying I'll be still alive. And when you're dead I will be still alive. STILL ALIVE
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Post by The Shad on Oct 24, 2008 10:47:06 GMT
Birds beneath my window Dustying their wings upon the lawn I hear them in the morning light Giving last amen to a migratory song They’re never looking round for me Their eyes are on the sky or the ground below But I’d rather be the one who loves Than to be loved and never even know
Hello blackbird Hello starling Winter’s over Be my darling A long time coming but now The snow is gone A long time coming but now The snow is gone
You were beautiful when I first saw Your feathers and confectionery airs Like the earth it up and promised you The stars but you really didn’t care I sang in exultation pulled the stops You always looked a little bored But I’m singing for the love of it Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored
Hello blackbird Hello starling Winter’s over Be my darling A long time coming but now The snow is gone
I’m underneath your window now It’s long after the birds have gone to roost And I’m not sure if I’m singing For the love of it or for the love of you But I’ve flown a long way honey Hear my confession then I’ll go I’d rather be the one who loves Than to be loved and never even know
Hello brown one Hello blue one Last night’s feathers Exchanged for new ones
Hello blackbird Hello starling Winter’s over Be my darling A long time coming but now The snow is gone A long time coming but now The snow is gone
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Oct 29, 2008 10:32:48 GMT
How weird, I was just thinking, "Bugger me, no-one's posted that song from Portal yet!" and I scroll down and lo and behold, Moo's gone and posted it.
Spring is here, ah-s-p-ring is here Life is skittles and life is beer I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring! I do Don't you? 'Course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming, the birdies all try and hide But they still go for peanuts when coated in cyanide The sun's shining bright, everything is alright When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We've gained notoriety and caused some anxiety In the Audubon Society with our games They call it impiety and lack of propriety And such a variety of unpleasant names
But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me And we'll poison the pigeons in the park? And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment Except for the few we take home to experiment My pulse will be quickening with each drop of strychnine We feed to a pigeon (It just takes a smidgeon) To poison a pigeon in the park!
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Post by The Shad on Oct 29, 2008 10:51:20 GMT
I have adapted this as my theme tune. Because its an awesome tune.
Well, I took a walk around the world To ease my troubled mind I left my body lying somewhere In the sands of time Well, I watched the world float to The dark side of the moon I feel there's nothin' I can do Yeah
I watched the world float to The dark side of the moon After all, I knew it had to be somethin' To do with you I really don't mind what happens now and then As long as you'll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy Then will you still call me Superman If I'm alive and well Will you be there holdin' my hand I'll keep you by my side with My superhuman might Kryptonite
You called me strong, you called me weak But still your secrets I will keep You took for granted all the times I never let you down You stumbled in and bumped your head If not for me, then you'd be dead I picked you up and put you Back on solid ground
If I go crazy Then will you still call me Superman If I'm alive and well Will you be there holdin' my hand I'll keep you by my side with My superhuman might Kryptonite
If I go crazy Then will you still call me Superman If I'm alive and well Will you be there Holdin' my hand I'll keep you by my side with My superhuman might Kryptonite
YEAH
If I go crazy Then will you still call me Superman If I'm alive and well Will you be there holdin' my hand I'll keep you by my side with My superhuman might Kryptonite
Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa
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Post by Blizz on Oct 30, 2008 23:42:40 GMT
When the Devil is too busy And death's a bit too much, They call on me, by name you see, For my special touch. To the gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune, To the ladies I'm Sir Prize, But call me by any name, Any way it's all the same...
I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe, I'm the demon in your bed, I'm the bump on every head, I'm the peel on which you slip, I'm the pin in every hip, I'm the thorn in your side, Makes you wriggle and writhe.
And it's so easy when you're evil, This is the life you see, The Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil And I do it all for free, Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need.
While there's children to make sad, While there's candy to be had, While there's pockets left to pick, While there's grannies left to trip Down the stairs, I'll be there, I'll be waiting round the corner. It's a game, I'm glad I'm in it, 'Cos there's one born every minute.
And it's so easy when you're evil, This is the life you see, The Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil And I do it all for free, Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need.
I pledge my allegiance To all things dark and I Promise on my damned soul To do as I am told. Lord Beelzebub has never seen A soldier quite like me, Not only does his job But does it happily.
I'm the fear that keeps you awake, I'm the shadows on the wall, I'm the monsters they become, I'm the nightmare in your skull, I'm the dagger in your back, An extra turn upon the rack! I'm the quivering of your heart, A stabbing pain, a sudden start!
And it's so easy when you're evil, This is the life you see, The Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil And I do it all for free, Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need.
And I do it all for free, Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need. And I do it all for free, Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need.
It gets so lonely being evil.... What I'd do to see you smile, Even for a little while. And no one loves you when you're evil.....
I'm lying through my teeth! Your tears are all the company I need!
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Post by Samface on Nov 11, 2008 16:02:41 GMT
Reviv'd, 'cos I'm bor'd.
There was a stage and a PA Up in western Massachusetts And the kids came from miles around To get messed up on the music And she drove down from Bowdoin with a carload of girlfriends To meet some boys and maybe eat some mushrooms
And they did and she got sick Now she's pinned and way too shaky She don't wanna tell the doctor Everything she's taken The paramedics hovered over like a sombre mourning family They gave her activated charcoal They flooded her with saline
"I got really hot and then I came to in the chillout tent They gave me oranges and cigarettes"
He was rough around the edges He'd been to school but never finished He'd been to jail but never prison And it was his first day off in forever, man The festival seemed like a pretty good plan Cruise some chicks and get a suntan And his friend gave him four, but he said only take one But then he got bored and he ended up taking all four Ah, so now my man he ain't that bored anyways The paramedics found him He was shaking on the side of the stage
"Everything was spinning then I came to in the chillout tent They gave me oranges and cigarettes" "I got really hot and then I came to in the chillout tent They gave us oranges and cigarettes"
She looked just like a baby bird, all new and wet and trying to light a Parliament He quoted her some poetry, he's Tennyson in denim and sheepskin He looked a lot like Izzy Stradlin They started kissing when the nurses took off their IVs, it was kinda sexy but it was kinda creepy Their mouths were fizzy with the cherry cola They had the privacy of bedsheets, and all the other kids were mostly in comas
"He was kinda cute, we kinda kicked it in the chillout tent And I never saw that boy again" "She seemed pretty cool, we kinda kicked it in the chillout tent And I never saw that girl again"
"He was kinda cute, we kinda kicked it in the chillout tent And I never saw that boy again" "She seemed pretty cool, we kinda kicked it in the chillout tent And I never saw that girl again"
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Post by Blizz on Nov 11, 2008 22:05:07 GMT
"Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happy Folk lived. Their very existence a mystery to the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the littany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Till one day... Strange Folk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no-one noticed them: They only saw shadows. You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind."
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes, Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home. Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head, Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead, The dance of the dead, The dance of the dead.
"In time, the Strange Folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest. The Strange Folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fuelling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every morning they would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strange Folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey. For the first time, the Happy Folk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep. Then came a sound. Distant first. Then it grew into castrophony so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then.... Nothing."
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see, There's nothing you believe you want But where were you when it all came down on me? Did you call me now?
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Post by Samface on Nov 12, 2008 12:14:25 GMT
I was going to do that one.
I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME, CAPTAIN PLANET BLIZZARD!
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Post by madhair60 on Nov 12, 2008 12:33:00 GMT
I hate that [censored]ing Gorillaz track, it [censored]s up the last third of a great album. Pretentious [censored]. Then you get idiots defending it by saying "BUT IT'S DENNIS HOPPER UUUUUUUUHHHHHH".
Anyway, The Fall.
Computer doesn't work for me I had a Sinclair back in 1983 OL2QU, pre-warranty And don't forget he's still up to it That Steve Albini He's in collusion with Virgin trains Against me
I'm a fifty year old man I'm a fifty year old man
But it won't get me
Go down Manchester town Can't navigate it The club scene, man You can't compare with it One third of securities count I can't understand that Again
You're not real boy I say you're not real boy You're a gym [teacher] You're a Cancer and I expect A little [censored]
I'm a fifty year old man And I like it
I got a three foot rock hard on But I'm too busy to use it
I'm a fifty year old man
I'm a fifty year old man What you gonna do about it?
I go round a hotel I see "Throw the towel on the floor" On The Green Man I throw it on the floor and I piss in it
I'm a fifty year old man And I like it
I'm trying to...
And don't forget You try to destroy me You're in collusion with the trains Don't try and kid me
I'm a fifty year old man
Go down to the town Can't navigate it The club scene, man You can't get in there
[Banjo interlude]
[Backing vocals repeat: 50 year old man]
I'm a fifty year old man And I like it I'm a fifty year old man What're you gonna do about it?
And don't forget, you tried to destroy me Steve Albini You're in collusion with the trains Don't try and kid me
I'm a fifty year old man And I like it I'm a fifty year old man What're you gonna do about it?
I've got a three foot rock hard on But I'm too busy to use it
I'm a fifty year old man And I like it I'm a fifty year old man What're you gonna do about it?
Go down Manchester town Can't navigate it The club scene, man You can't compare with it
I'm a fifty year old man And I like it I'm a fifty year old man What're you gonna do about it?
And don't forget he's still up to it
[Interlude]
An inferior product mess An inferior product man Just over two thirds the price I'm proud of it I'm proud of it
I'm a type of guy who knows what is on CD And then they lecture me on turning rubbish out While shouting themselves out of existence
If they care so much, why don't they try eating some of those cardboard cut-outs themselves And they stuff the complimentary catering down their neck Do the fifth re-take of their attempt to be scruffy On a train And go back to counselling and communicating
I'm an inferior product man I'm an inferior product mix They call me "Bad Head" Don't ever forget it And here is the fade out Fade out Fade out
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Post by Ringo (2015 Edition) on Nov 12, 2008 14:51:36 GMT
Cool for Cats Lyrics
The indians send signals From the rocks above the pass The cowboys take positions In the bushes and the grass The squaw is with the corporal She is tied against the tree She doesnt mind the language Its the beating she dont need She lets loose all the horses When the corporal is asleep And he wakes to find the fires dead And arrows in his hats And davy crockett rides around And says its cool for cats The sweeneys doing ninety cos theyve got the word to go They get a gang of villains In a shed up at heathrow Theyre counting out the fivers When the handcuffs lock again In and out of wandsworth With the numbers on their names Its funny how their missus Always look the bleeding same And meanwhile at the station Theres a couple of likely lads Who swear like hows your father And theyre very cool for cats Theyre cool for cats
To change the mood a little Ive been posing down the pub On seeing my reflection Im looking slightly rough I fancy this, I fancy that I wanna be so flash I give a little muscle And I spend a little cash But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash And by the time Im sober Ive forgotten what Ive had And evrybody tells me that its cool to be a cat Cool for cats
Shake up at the disco And I think Ive got a pull I ask her lots of questions And she hangs on to the wall I kiss her for the first time And then I take her home Im invited in for coffee And I give the dog a bone She likes to go to discos But shes never on her own I said Ill see you later And I give her some old chat But its not like that on the tv When its cool for cats Its cool for cats
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Nov 12, 2008 21:32:55 GMT
Don't stop that talking, I could talk all night My mind is sleepwalking while I'm putting the world to rights Call Korea's information Have you got yourself an occupation?
Oliver's army is here to stay Oliver's army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else than here today
There was a Checkpoint Charlie, he didn't crack a smile But it's no laughing party when you've been on the Murder Mile Only takes one itchy trigger One more widow, one less white [Ban this user Elvis Costello, not me, kthx. He wrote this song, not me.]
Oliver's army is here to stay Oliver's army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else than here today
Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no danger, it's a professional career Though it could be arranged with just a word in Mr Churchill's ear If you're out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg
Oliver's army is here to stay Oliver's army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else than here today And I would rather be anywhere else than here today And I would rather be anywhere else than here today
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Post by Exu on Nov 17, 2008 0:49:18 GMT
Just tell me what you've come to say to me, I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth. It comes as no surprise at all, you see, So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.
Now I know your heart, I know your mind, You don't even know you're being unkind. So much for all your high brow Marxist ways, Just use me up and then you walk away! Boy, you can't play me that way.
Well I guess what you say is true, I could never be the right kind of girl for you, I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman.
When I saw my best friend yesterday, She said she never liked you from the start. Well me, I wish that I could claim the same, But you always knew you held my heart.
And you're such a charming handsome man, Now I think I finally understand. Is it in your genes? I don't know, But I'll soon find out, that's for sure! Why did you play me this way?
Well I guess what you say is true, I could never be the right kind of girl for you, I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman.
Well I guess what you say is true, I could never spend my life with a man like you, I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman. I could never be your woman.
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Post by The Tikal who had no Toes on Nov 17, 2008 19:46:55 GMT
There was one in the gang who had Scalextric And because of that, he thought he was better than you Every day after school, you'd go round there to play it Hoping to compete for some kind of championship And it always took about 15 billion hours to set the track up And even when you did, the thing never seemed to work
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again A dodgy transformer, again and again It was a dodgy transformer, again and again A dodgy transformer that cost £3.10
So he'd send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders To get the Subbuteo out of the loft It had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere The crowd and the dug-out and the floodlights too You'd always get palmed off with a headless centre forward And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like his
And he managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit Cos hid uncle owned a sports shop and he kept it to one side And after only 5 minutes you'd be down to ten men Cos he'd sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger Cut to half time, you were losing 4-0 Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty So you'd smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned And the dog would bark and you'd be banned from his house And your travelling army of synthetic supporters Would be taken away from you and thrown in the bin
Now he's working in a job with a future And he hands me my giro every two weeks And me, I'm on the lookout for a proper transformer...
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Post by Exu on Nov 18, 2008 2:27:49 GMT
Allo, I'ma Guiseppi, I gotta something speciala for you, Ready, uno, duo, tres, quattro!
When I was a boy, just abouta eighth grade, Mama used to say "don't stay out late "With the bada boys, always shoota pool, "Guiseppi going to flunka school."
Boy it makea me sick, all the ting I gotta do, I can'ta geta no kicks, I always gotta follow rules Boy it makea me sick, just to makea lousy bucks, Gotta feela like a fool. And the mama used to say all the time,
What'sa matter you, hey, gotta no respect, Whatta you tink you do, why you looka so sad? It'sa not so bad, it'sa nicea place, Ahh shaddap you face!
That'sa my mama, I can remember, Big accordian solo! Ah-hah, play that thing, Really nice, really nice
But soona come a day, gonna be a big star, Thena make a TV shows and the movies, geta myself a new car, But still I be myself, I don'ta wanta to change a thing, Stilla dance anda sing, I think abouta the mama, she used to say
What'sa matter you, hey, gotta no respect, Whatta you tink you do, why you looka so sad? It'sa not so bad, it'sa nicea place, Ahh shaddap you face!
Mama, she said it alla da time,
What'sa matter you, hey, gotta no respect, Whatta you tink you do, why you looka so sad? It'sa not so bad, it'sa nicea place, Ahh shaddap you face!
That'sa my mama.
Hello everybody, outs outta dere in a-radio and a-TV land, Did you know I hadda bigga hitta song in Italy witha dis? Shaddap You Face. I singa dissa song, alla my fans applaud, they clappa dere hands... That make-a me-a feel so good. You oughta learna dissa song, it'sa real simple, See, I sing, "What'sa matta you", You sing, "Hey", Then I singa the rest, And then at the end we can alla sing "Ah shaddap you face", OK let'sa try it real like that.
Uno, duo, tres, quattro!
What'sa matter you, (hey!), gotta no respect, (hey!) Whatta you tink you do, (hey!) why you looka so sad? (hey!) It'sa not so bad, (hey!) it'sa nicea place, Ahh shaddap you face!
That'sa great, we cana do it better this time I bet. Hey.
What'sa matter you, (hey!), gotta no respect, (hey!) Whatta you tink you do, (hey!) why you looka so sad? (hey!) It'sa not so bad, (hey!) it'sa nicea place, Ahh shaddap you face!
Okay, onea time for mama, hey.
What'sa matter you, (hey!), gotta no respect, (hey!) Whatta you tink you do, (hey!) why you looka so sad? (hey!) It'sa not so bad, (hey!) it'sa nicea place, Ahh shaddap you face!
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