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Post by ringjester on Aug 15, 2005 20:49:42 GMT -5
Post any lyrics you want, they can be crazy, they can be sad, they can be dumb, they can be awesome, they can be happy, they can be gay, they can be shitty, they can be weird...Just post lyrics.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 15, 2005 21:42:11 GMT -5
How can lyrics be gay?
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Post by ringjester on Aug 15, 2005 21:42:48 GMT -5
There are a bunch of gay lyrics.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 15, 2005 21:59:08 GMT -5
Well, I guess if they can be happy they can be gay. >_> My brain's a bit off today.
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Post by Kari on Aug 17, 2005 2:26:12 GMT -5
my baby does the hanky panky my baby does the hanky panky my baby does the hanky panky my baby does the hanky panky woooooooooooooo see that pretty girl going down the line .....*forgets the rest*
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Post by Flamey on Aug 17, 2005 22:49:06 GMT -5
When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was a fool. So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm -- their half-assed smiles and the book of rules. So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply, He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines -- how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son when that was just an accident of Birth. I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song `cos that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
<3 Jethro Tull.
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Post by James on Aug 18, 2005 2:30:42 GMT -5
On the first day of school I got stabbe din the head with a pencil <_< But it's cool It's an education my job with a good reputation. *Funky Guitar solo*
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Post by James on Aug 21, 2005 5:15:26 GMT -5
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
GREAT GREEN GLOBS OF, "GREASY GRIMY GOPHER GUTS" "MUTILATED MONKEY MEAT" "DIRTY LITTLE BIRDY FEET"
"FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS SWIMMING IN A POOL OF BLOOD" "BUT I GOT A STRAW~~~~~*
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Post by ringjester on Aug 21, 2005 20:04:01 GMT -5
What the...?
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Post by night on Aug 21, 2005 21:56:32 GMT -5
I'm still laughing about "porkchopers"
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Post by seraph_phoenix on Aug 22, 2005 6:07:06 GMT -5
I'm not saying who this is by, I love this song and I hate the artist. Its such a beautiful song. It kinda reached me when I was getting over something last year....namely...my break-up with my former fiance.......
Notice me Take my hand Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me?
Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you baby
I make believe That you are here It's the only way I see clear What have I done You seem to move on easy
Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby Everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you baby
I may have made it rain Please forgive me My weakness caused you pain And this song is my sorry
At night I pray That soon your face Will fade away
Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you baby
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Post by ringjester on Aug 24, 2005 22:04:03 GMT -5
Ok, now I post the best song ever made.
Don McLean's American Pie.
A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock ’n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died.
I started singin’, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone, But that’s not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from james dean And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while lennon read a book of marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died.
We were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance! `cause the players tried to take the field; The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?
We started singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space With no time left to start again. So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick! Jack flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell Could break that satan’s spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan laughing with delight The day the music died
He was singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died.
And they were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
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Post by Kari on Aug 24, 2005 23:25:37 GMT -5
sagasou yume no KAKERA hiroiatsume setsunakute mo ima nara sagaseru darou mekurumeku mainichi no katachi kaete setsunakute mo tashika na ima o kanjiyou mikake yori mo tanjun de dakedo tsutaekirenakute iitai KOTO wa itsumo POKETTO ni shimatteru NE
kodomojimita KOTO nante ima sara ienai toki ga kaiketsu suru to ka yuu kedo wakariaezuni
24 (nijuuyo) jikan kimi o shinjiteru yo mitsumeteru yo arifureta kotoba demo toki wa itsumo isogi ashi de warau omoide yori motometai ima o mitsukeyou
ugokidasanakya hajimannai nayamidasu to tomerannai hitoyo kagiri no yume ni amaete itaku wa nai shi
otome CHIKKU na negai mo sono mama okizari ai ga subete SA bokura no jidai wa koko kara hajimaru sora o tsukinuketeku tori mitai ni NE oozora mau IMEEJI ga ugokidasu arukou michi wa tooku tsuzuku keredo itsu no ma ni ka kagayakidasu DAIYAMONDO 24 (nijuuyo) jikan kimi o shinjiteru yo mitsumeteru yo arifureta kotoba demo toki wa itsumo isogi ashi de warau omoide yori motometai ima o mitsukeyou
sagasou yume no KAKERA hiroiatsume setsunakute mo ima nara sagaseru darou mekurumeku mainichi no katachi kaete setsunakute mo tashika na ima o kanjiyou
guess the song
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Post by Flamey on Aug 24, 2005 23:35:42 GMT -5
I'll have to disagree with Ring, even though that song is awesome.
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