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| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-08-2001 @ 9:52 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01  | R.E.M. * Eponymous When the world is a monster Bad to swallow you whole Kick the clay that holds the teeth in Throw your trolls out the door If you’re needing inspiration Philomath is where I go by dawn Lawyer Jeff he knows the lowdown He’s mighty bad to visit home I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) Stick head jumpin off the ground, ‘round Tris is sure to shirr the deers out Brother Ray can sing my song I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) Landlocked kiss the ground Dirt of seven continents going round and round Go on ahead Mr. Citywide hypnotized, suit and tied Gentlemen, testify If your world is a monster Bad to swallow you whole Philomath they know the lowdown Throw your trolls out the door I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here) I’ve been there I know the way (Can’t get there from here)  This message was edited by LunaBabe on 11-8-01 @ 5:06 PM | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-08-2001 @ 7:49 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | The Apologist Up They call me the apologist. And now that I'm at peak. You know at first it really hurt. We joke about these things. I've skirted all my differences But now I'm facing up. I wanted to apologize for everything I was. So I'm sorry, so sorry... Did you understand me right? The people here are good. They tell me what I should have done And offer what I could. I'm good, all is good All's well, no complaints. When I feel regret, I get down on my knees and pray I'm sorry, so sorry... I live a simple life Unfettered by complex sweets. You think this isn't me? Don't be weak. There I go. I'm so sorry. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for listening, goodbye. I can forfeit selfishness I hope for you that you apply This happiness This peaceful ness I'm sorry, so sorry... I live a simple life Unfettered by complex sweets. You think this isn't me? That's no sweet. I'm so sorry  | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 8:56 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Automatic For The People Keys cut, three for the price of one. Nothing’s free but guaranteed for a lifetime’s use. I’ve changed the locks And you can’t have one. You, you know the other two. The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear, I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway. Hey love, look into your glovebox heart. What is there for me inside? This love is tired. I’ve changed the locks. Have I misplaced you? Have we lost our minds? Will this never end? It could depend on your take. You. Me. We used to be on fire. If keys are all that stand between, Can I throw in the ring? No gasoline. Just fuck me kitten. You are wild and I’m in your possession. Nothing’s free so, fuck me kitten. I’m in your possession. So, fuck me kitten. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:04 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Drive Smack, crack, bushwhacked. Tie another one to the racks, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll. Nobody tells you where to go, baby. What if I ride? What if you walk? What if you rock around the clock? Tick-tock. Tick-tock. What if you did? What if you walk? What if you tried to get off, baby? Hey, kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Hey kids, shake a leg. Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby. Maybe you did. Maybe you walked. Maybe you rocked around the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk. Maybe I drive to get off, baby. Hey kids, shake a leg. Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby. Ollie, ollie. Ollie ollie ollie. Ollie ollie in come free, baby. Hey, kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Smack, crack. Shack-a-lack. Tie another one to your backs, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll. Nobody tells you where to go, baby. Maybe you did. Maybe you walk. Maybe you rock around the clock Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk. Maybe I drive to get off, baby. Hey kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll. Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:28 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Ahh...alot of people don't really like R.E.M. I'm glad to see I am not the only one that likes them;-) I will try not to breathe. I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees. These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver and fold. I will try not to breathe. This decision is mine. I have lived a full life And these are the eyes that I want you to remember. Oh. I need something to fly over my grave again. I need something to breathe. I will try not to burden you. I can hold these inside. I will hold my breath Until all these shivers subside, Just look in my eyes. I will try not to worry you. I have seen things that you will never see. Leave it to memory me. I shudder to breathe. I want you to remember. Oh. (you will never see) I need something to fly (something to fly) Over my grave again. (you will never see) I need something to breathe. (something to breathe) Baby, don’t shiver now. Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see) I need something to fly (something to fly) Over my grave again. (I will see things you will never see) I need something to breathe. Oh. Oh. Oh. I will try not to worry you. I have seen things that you will never see. Leave it to memory me. Don’t dare me to breathe. I want you to remember. Oh. (you will never see) I need something to fly (something to fly) Over my grave again. (you will never see) I need something to breathe. (something to breathe) Baby, don’t shiver now. Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see) I need something to breathe. (something to breathe - I have seen things You will never see) I want you to remember. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:36 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | you are not alone.... This mellow, sweet, short-haired boy, woman offers pull up a seat. Take in one symphony now, we've just begun the battle. Wrap your heel in bones of steel, turn the leg, a twist of color. Autumn waited hold it to you in the colored come another. Seven Chinese brothers swallowing the ocean. Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain. She'll return, she will return. This mellow, sweet, short-haired boy, woman offers pull up a seat. Take in one symphony now, we've just begun the battle. Wrap your heel in bones of steel, turn the leg, a twist of color. Autumn waded seven seas swimming colored come another. Seven Chinese brothers swallowing the ocean. Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain. She'll return, she will return. (she'll return, she'll return) This mellow, sweet, short-haired boy, woman offers pull up a seat. Take in one symphony now, I guess we lost that battle. Wrap your heel in bones of steel, turn the leg, a twist of color. Autumn waded seven seas swimming colored come another. Seven Chinese brothers swallowing the ocean. Seven thousand years the Communi did reign. She will return, she'll return. She will return. | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:43 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I know you I know you've seen her She's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road Walking down the street Will I never meet her? She's a real woman-child Oh my kiss breath turpentine I am smitten I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) Have you seen her come around? My crush with eyeliner I'm imbibed I'm infatuated It's all too much passion She's all that I can take What position should I wear? Cop an attitude? (Fake her) How can I convince her? (Fake her) That I'm invented too, yeah I am smitten I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) We all invent ourselves and you know me Yeah, she's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road She's her own invention (She's her own invention) That gets me in the throat What can I make myself be? Life is strange, yeah (Life is strange) What can I make myself be (Fake her) To make her mine? I am smitten I'll do anything (I'll do anything) A kiss breath turpentine, my crush with eyeliner I am smitten You know me (Yeah, you know me) I could be your Frankenstein my crush with eyeliner I am smitten I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) Won't you be my valentine? My crush with eyeliner  i can't believe my dream is over i woke up this morning with nothing but light in my eyes now i'm one with the fools of love How many times do I have to tell you that you are never right?! Bow to my perfection...and stop having friends over for a cirlce jerk! ;) USA | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:46 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | What album is that on, Maynard? I love thier stuff & not necessarily the tunes that have been over-played on the radio (even tho I like those tunes, too) Out Of Time Dusk is dawn is day Where did it go? I’ve been laughing Fast and slow Moving in a still frame Howling at the moon Morning found me laughing Up and down, down Low low low Night suits me fine And morning suits me fine I’ve been so happy Way up high, high In between Down below Low low low I skipped the part about love It seems so silly and low Low low low Low low low I said the morning It isn’t your time Barefoot naked I can see your lines It doesn’t bother me That you are right Your grass is grassy wet Your light white is bright Light white light I skipped the part about love It seems so shallow and low Low low low Low low low You and me We know about time We know how things go They come and go They live and grow They pass and go And glow and glow Up and down High and low Low low low Low low low I skipped the part about love It seems so silly and low I skipped the part about love It seems so shallow and low Low low low Low low low I like your hands All full of glory All full of glory | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:59 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Reckoning.... Document This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one I love Fire. Fire. This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one I love Fire. (she's comin' down on her own, now) Fire. (she's comin' down on her own, now) This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind Another prop has occupied my time This one goes out to the one I love Fire. (she's comin' down on her own, now) Fire. (she's comin' down on her own, now) Fire. (she's comin' down on her own, now) Fire. (she's comin' down on her own, now) | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 10:17 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Ok...I will probably receive severe punishment for this, but it needed to be said: This song will forever remind me of the ~*Beckster*~ thread! Right, FMFB? ;-)sorry;-) :-)Shiny happy people laughing:-) Meet me in the crowd People people Throw your love around Love me love me Take it into town :-)Happy happy:-) Put it in the ground Where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine :-)Shiny happy people holding hands:-) :-)Shiny happy people laughing:-) Everyone around love them, love them Put it in your hands Take it take it There’s no time to cry :-)Happy happy:-) Put it in your heart Where tomorrow shines Gold and silver shine :-)Shiny happy people holding hands:-) :-)Shiny happy people laughing:-) | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 10:33 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | That's kinda funny....the song that always reminds me of Becky is this.... Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty mouth I'll be seeing you again I'll be seeing you in Hell Don't cry to me oh baby Your future's in an oblong box, yeah Don't cry to me oh baby Should have seen it a-coming on Don't cry to me oh baby Had to know it was in your cards Don't cry to me oh baby Dead-end girl for a dead-end guy Don't cry to me oh baby Now your life drains on the floor Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty mouth I'll be seeing you again I'll be seeing you in Hell Don't cry to me a baby Your future is in an oblong box Don't cry to me oh baby Should have seen the end a-coming on, a-coming Don't cry to me oh baby Had to know it was in your cards Don't cry to me oh baby Dead-end girl for a dead-end guy Don't cry to me oh baby Now your life drains on the floor Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Shut your pretty mouth I'll be seeing you again I'll be seeing you in Hell Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Die, die, die my darling Die, die, die my darling Die, die, die, die, die, die.... | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 10:40 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Holy Guacomole, Maynard! I am actually laughing so hard right now! Thanks...I needed that chuckle this morning! ;-) | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-10-2001 @ 12:52 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Out Of Time Her world collapsed early Sunday morning She got up from the kitchen table Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio Those creatures jumped the barricades And have headed for the sea, sea Those creatures jumped the barricades And have headed for the sea She began to breathe To breathe at the thought of such freedom Stood and whispered to her child, belong She held the child and whispered With calm, calm; belong Stood and whispered to her child, belong She held the child and whispered With calm, calm; belong These barricades can only hold for so long Her world collapsed early Sunday morning She took the child held tight Opened the window A breath, this song, how long And knew, knew; belong  | ||||
| Ronreddog | posted on 11-10-2001 @ 1:10 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Nice Luna! Where is my all time fav though? Losing my Religion! I am not good at putting lyrics down, so will someone do the honors? :)  Sig pic courtesy of the one and only CBH, one sick F! Please WOW this bully today! E-Mail Me | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 11-10-2001 @ 3:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | If you could see yourself now baby It's not my fault You used to be so in control You're going to roll right over this one Just roll me over, let me go You're laying blame Take this as no, no, no You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, blame, blame, blame You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, It's not my thing so let it go. If you could see yourself now baby, the tables are turned the whole world hinges on your swings your secret life of indiscreet discretions I turn the screw, leave the screen, Don't point your finger, You know that's not my thing You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, blame, blame, blame You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, It's not my thing so let it go. You can cut a little worry, I know it all too well, I've got your number, so does every kiss-and-tell who dares to cross your threshhold, happens on your way, Stop laying blame. You know that's not my thing. You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, blame, blame, blame You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, It's not my thing so let it go. You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, blame, blame, blame You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang, It's not my thing so let it go. You kiss on me, tug on me, rub on me, jump on me, bang on me, beat on me, hit on me, let go on me, You let go on me. i can't believe my dream is over i woke up this morning with nothing but light in my eyes now i'm one with the fools of love Good night Steve..... USA | ||||
| Psycho Bitch | posted on 11-10-2001 @ 6:00 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | Just for you Ronreddog..... REM Losing My Religion Life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm Choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt lost and blinded fool Oh no I've said too much I set it up Consider this The hint of the century Consider this The slip that brought me To my knees failed What if all these fantasies Come flailing around Now I've said too much I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try But that was just a dream That was just a dream  Said there ain't no use in crying. Cause it will only, only drive you mad Does it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had? [ÃAIMÃ ] [ÃE-MailÃ] | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-10-2001 @ 7:21 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Out Of Time This flower is scorched This film is on On a maddening loop. These clothes, These clothes don't fit us right I'm to blame You come to me with a bone in your hand You come to me with your hair curled tight You come to me with positions You come to me with excuses Ducked out in a row We've been through fake-a-breakdown Self hurt Plastics, collections Self help, self pain, EST, psychics, fuck off I was central I had control I lost my head A paper weight, junk garage Winter rain, a honey pot Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged. A hotline, a wanted ad It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had | ||||
| HydratedPeach So... how did you get your spiffy new status? Age-Challenged Sexual Tension Relief Worker | posted on 11-11-2001 @ 2:10 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01 | When your day is long And the night The night is yours alone When you're sure You've had Enough of this life Well hang on Don't let yourself go 'Cause everybody cries And everybody hurts Sometimes Sometimes everything is wrong Now it's time to sing along (When your day Is night alone) Hold on, hold on (If you feel like letting go) Hold on If you think you've had Too much of this life Well hang on 'Cause everybody hurts Take comfort In your friends Everybody hurts Don't throw your hand Oh, no Don't throw your hand When you feel Like you're alone No, no, no You're not alone If you're on your own In this life The days and Nights are long When you think You've had too much Of this life To hang on Well, everybody hurts Sometimes Everybody cries And everybody hurts Sometimes And everybody hurts Sometimes So, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on (Everybody hurts You are not alone) (Fades)  HydratedPeach Don't just stare at me...EAT ME. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-11-2001 @ 11:26 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. See you heaven if you make the list. Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool. Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Newton got beaned by the apple good. Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool. Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Here's a little ghost for the offering. Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-12-2001 @ 8:47 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Automatic For The People Hey now, little speedyhead, the read on the speedmeter says you have to go to task in the city where people drown and people serve. Don't be shy. Your just deserve is only just light years to go. Me, my thoughts are flower strewn ocean storm, bayberry moon. I have got to leave to find my way. Watch the road and memorize this life that pass before my eyes. Nothing is going my way. The ocean is the river's goal, a need to leave the water knows We're closer now than light years to go. I have got to find the river, bergamot and vetiver run through my head and fall away. Leave the road and memorize this life that pass before my eyes. Nothing is going my way. There's no one left to take the lead, but I tell you and you can see we're closer now than light years to go. Pick up here and chase the ride. The river empties to the tide. Fall into the ocean. The river to the ocean goes, a fortune for the undertow. None of this is going my way. There is nothing left to throw of Ginger, lemon, indigo, coriander stem and rose of hay. Strength and courage overrides the privileged and weary eyes of river poet search naivete. Pick up here and chase the ride. The river empties to the tide. All of this is coming your way. This message was edited by LunaBabe on 11-14-01 @ 7:34 AM | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 11-14-2001 @ 7:41 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Automatic For The People This here is the place I will be staying. There isn’t a number. You can call the pay phone. Let it ring a long, long, long, long time. If I don’t pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more. If I don’t pick up, pick up... The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. There are scratches all around the coin slot Like a heartbeat, baby trying to wake up, But this machine can only swallow money. You can’t lay a patch by computer design. It’s just a lot of stupid, stupid signs. Tell her, Tell her she can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were only kidding. That way she’ll know that it’s really, really, really, really me. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Baby, instant soup doesn’t really grab me. Today I need something more sub-sub-sub-substantial. A can of beans or blackeyed peas, some Nescafe and ice, A candy bar, a falling star, or a reading of Doctor Seuss; Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. The cat in the hat came back, wrecked a lot of havoc on the way, Always had a smile and a reason to pretend. But their world has flat backgrounds and little need to sleep but to dream. The sidewinder sleeps on his back. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her. Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her. I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her. I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her. We’ve got to moogie, moogie, move on this one. | ||||
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