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Author: | Squidge [ Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:51 pm ] |
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hogeymack wrote: What is this song?
Bright Eyes - Hit The Switch |
Author: | hogeymack [ Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:55 pm ] |
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Squidge wrote: Bright Eyes - Hit The Switch
Thanks |
Author: | Cloudy O'Rabia [ Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:28 pm ] |
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Trevor Eve in "Framed" on Monday night on BBC. Stank the house out bad. |
Author: | NoddytheAdlingtonBlue [ Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:37 pm ] |
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Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up rhe hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'Il soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the tilnes they are a-changin'. |
Author: | Emigre [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 3:58 am ] |
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Adam Green I did not ask for a lot this year Every single day Looking for an answer to the words you say Never got to meet the President Never got to shake his squirly hand Oh, don't you know the President Is out for tea with Tony Blair He won't be back for hours maybe, homeboy I'd be so happy if I got to meet George Bush He's like an angel when Rebecca hears me calling I would dance on NBC and say 'George Bush shook hands with me' Then I'd go and choke on a cock And Guinevere would find me leaving home And Johnny Depp would call me on the phone And Johnny Depp would call me on the phone, I know I'd be the greatest singer on the radio Leaning on the raging river flats Sliding off a single blade of grass Oh, don't you know the A.D.A. Is brushing teeth with Johnny J They won't be smashing flowers, meet me no more I'd be so happy if I bid it all on you And never answer when Rebecca asks me questions I'd lay down to some degree And say John Stern locked lips with me And then I'd go and choke For then I'd go and choke For then I'd go and choke on a cock |
Author: | Micahrichardsatemybaby [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 9:13 am ] |
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Rusholme Ruffians - The Smiths tbf The last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine She is famous She is funny An engagement ring Doesn't mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout Then someone falls in love And someone's beaten up Someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" La ... This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" La ... So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Oh ... And though I walk home alone I just might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout La ... |
Author: | Half Bassman Half Biscuit [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:41 am ] |
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Roy Harper - Black Cloud of Islam I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free to watch women and children be killed on T.V. which satan delivers a child a death curse in the name of a worn out collection of verse I've not read the book so I cannot recite but I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about right underneath the black cloud of islam What kind of publicity needs so much blood that's not for some sad diablical god selling himself as a two-bit Macbeth as the expect in sentencing cousins to death and what kind of god can this be anyway that you have to prostrate to him five times a day with hate in your heart and a gun in your hand is force the only thing to understand underneath the black cloud of islam? and the butchers who've got all this blood on their hands are the ones who need god to be stood where he stands blessing this kidnapping, murder and war with books written hundreds of ages before and woman in veils walking paces behind doesn't sit easy in my mind it speaks of oppression and no other choice that rigid compliance with the loudest voice underneath the black cloud of islam You can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar 'cos I'm not overjoyed with the story so far sharing a world with the nutters of god is as good as being six feet under the sod words that are written are all here to say and these are the latest there are anyway and I am the prophet so don't believe me I'm the same as the old ones expect that I'm free to give you a piece of my mind which is this you're the worst of jehovas blind witlessnesses with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss which is underneath the black cloud of islam |
Author: | Benny [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:54 am ] |
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This thread is in parts like watching people coming out. Soooooooooooooooooo gay. |
Author: | Micahrichardsatemybaby [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:02 am ] |
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Benny wrote: This thread is in parts like watching people coming out. Soooooooooooooooooo gay.
Sad that your heart is dead |
Author: | Benny [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:03 am ] |
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Micahrichardsatemybaby wrote: Sad that your heart is dead
Gay. |
Author: | Micahrichardsatemybaby [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:05 am ] |
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Benny wrote: Gay.
...? Gay that your heart is dead then. If you want. |
Author: | Cloudy O'Rabia [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:19 am ] |
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songdog - days of armaggedon |
Author: | Louie [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 3:08 pm ] |
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Half Bassman Half Biscuit wrote: what about The Manchester Rap, by The Bosnians?:approve:
Haha.. good one |
Author: | Benny [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 3:14 pm ] |
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Can't quite see that cloudy. |
Author: | Cloudy O'Rabia [ Thu Sep 03, 2009 3:34 pm ] |
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Benny wrote: Can't quite see that cloudy.
It wouldn't let me cut and paste and I couldn't find it anywhere else. |
Author: | Squidge [ Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:12 pm ] |
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As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt And my head told my heart "Let love grow" But my heart told my head "This time no This time no" We'll be washed and buried one day my girl And the time we were given will be left for the world The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague So let the memories be good for those who stay And my head told my heart "Let love grow" But my heart told my head "This time no" Yes, my heart told my head "This time no This time no" Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved Was the same that sent me into your arms Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone And no hope, no hope will overcome And if your strife strikes at your sleep Remember spring swaps snow for leaves You'll be happy and wholesome again When the city clears and sun ascends And my head told my heart "Let love grow" But my heart told my head "This time no" And my head told my heart "Let love grow" But my heart told my head "This time no This time no" |
Author: | Cloudy O'Rabia [ Sun Oct 11, 2009 9:29 am ] |
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In love again then Squidger? |
Author: | Squidge [ Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:14 am ] |
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Cloudy O'Rabia wrote: In love again then Squidger?
Sadly not. Was just listening to Mumford and Sons last night and thought those lyrics were brilliant. |
Author: | Squidge [ Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:49 pm ] |
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Reviving this thread again First with your hands, then with your mouth A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds I was a fool, you were my friend We made it happen You took off your clothes, left on the light You stood there so brave, you used to be shy Each feature improved, each movement refined And eyes like a showroom Now they're spreading out the blankets on the beach That weatherman's a liar, he said it'd be raining But it's clear and blue as far as I can see Left by the lamp, right next to the bed On a cartoon cat pad, she scrached with a pen: "Everything as it's always been, this never happened Don't take it too bad, it's nothing you did Just once something dies, you can't make it live You're a beautiful boy, you're a sweet little kid But I am a woman" So I laid back down, wrapped myself up in the sheets And I must have looked like a ghost Because something frightened me And since then I've been so good at vanishing Now I do as I please, and I lie through my teeth Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me Should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free And a little bit empty No, it isn't so hard to get close to me There'll be no arguments, we'll always agree And I'll try to be kind when I ask you to leave We'll both take it easy If you stay too long inside my memory I will trap you in a song tied to a melody And I'll keep you there so that you can't bother me |
Author: | Cloudy O'Rabia [ Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:02 am ] |
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One, two, three, four - Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face Do You Realize - we're floating in space - Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know You realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun don'-go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh Do You Realize - that everyone you know Someday will die - And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know You realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun don'-go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face Do You Realize Do you realize?? |
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