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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: I've been staring down the barrel of a gun | ||||
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| Maynard | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 8:44 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01  | Do you mean this horny creep set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep that doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness who's longing for some rest and feeling numb What do you expect of me What is it you want Whatever you've planned for me I'm not the one A vicious appetite visits me each night and won't be satisfied Won't be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain that leaves the mark of cain right here inside What am I supposed to do when everything that I've done is leading me to conclude I'm not the one Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun Is there something you need from me Are you having your fun I never agreed to be your holy one Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun  down to the pub for a two shilling ale the bread on the counter is going stale if I don't get some fresh bread soon gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon People suck. | ||||
| heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 9:37 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01 | Dennis Leary- No Cure for Cancerquote:  | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 11:15 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | nirvana Come as you are, as you were, As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, don't be late Take a rest as a friend as an old memoria Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria And I swear that I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun down to the pub for a two shilling ale the bread on the counter is going stale if I don't get some fresh bread soon gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon People suck. | ||||
| heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 12:04 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01 | Henry Rollins >> GUN IN MOUTH BLUES Hard times, got hard times, hard times Got blues, got blues, you got, you got, got, got, got, got, got, got, got Yeah! Blues! You got "My boss, man, is a bastard and I wanna kill him" blues. You got "My boyfriend's a motherfucker and I wanna cut his balls off and shove 'em right down his throat" blues. Can't take it, can't take it no more, can't take it, can't take it no more Blues! I got gun in my mouth blues I got gun-in-my-mouth blues. Lookin' out my window, sun comes up, sun comes burnin' down No answer, no answer, no aswer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer I'm alone in my room, but I'm not by myself I'm alone in my room, but I'm not by myself I've got my hands wrapped 'round my gun I've got my hands wrapped 'round my gun No answer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer, no answer Can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me, can't touch me Suck in. Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it. Billy Idol >> DON'T NEED A GUN A human heart goes out tonight Yes a red hot love on a red stop light I see a scene so cold it echoes in blue Oh those twisting tongues they are after you Wop bop a lu bop Son you gotta move up Flip flop fly Lawdy Miss Clawdy Of what a story dreams to buy Don't need a knife to violate my life It's all so insane When the other man has none You don't need a gun Yes a Russian roulette no fun I don't need a gun I just need someone I don't need a gun Blood red lights a domination street yeah Just need your love and I feel that heat yeah You can drive me through That red stop light With a whiplash smile Wop bop a lu bop Son you gotta move up Flip flop fly Lawdy Miss Clawdy Of what a story dreams to buy Don't need a knife to violate my life It's all so insane When the other man has none You don't need a gun Yes a Russian roulette no fun I don't need a gun I just need someone I won't need a gun Oh yeah You will always be crying yeah Oh you will always be dying Oh you will always be dying Elvis a fight the dying light Johnny Ray he's always crying Gene Vincent he cried who slapped John, John, John. Yes and me, I'm movin', movin', movin', movin' on. Yeah to be someone I don't need a gun. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 12:46 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Hey joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand Hey joe, i said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know i caught her messin' 'round with another man Yeah, i'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know i caught her messin' 'round with another man Huh! and that ain't cool Huh hey hoe, i heard you shot your mamma down You shot her down now Hey joe, i heard you shot your lady down You shot her down in the groud yeah! Yeah! Yes, i did, i shot her You know i caught her messin' round messin' round town Huh, yes i did i shot her You know i caught my old lady messin' 'round town And i gave her the gun And i shot her Alright Shoot her one more time again baby! Yeah! Oh dig it Oh alright Hey joe, Where you gonna run to now where you gonna go Hey joe, i said Where you gonna run to now where you gonna go I'm goin' way down south Way down to mexico way Alright I'm goin' way down south Way down where i can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hang-man gonna He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey, joe You better run on down Goodbye everybody Hey hey joe down to the pub for a two shilling ale the bread on the counter is going stale if I don't get some fresh bread soon gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon People suck. | ||||
| Lgaia | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 12:57 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | Me and A Gun 5am friday morning thursday night far from sleep I'm still up and driving can't go home obviously So I'll just change direction cause they'll soon know where I live And I wanna live Got a full tank and some chips It was me and a gun and a man on my back And I sang "holy holy" as he buttoned down his pants You can laugh Its kind of funny Things you think Times like these Like I haven't seen barbados so I must get out of this Yes I wore a slinky red thing Does that mean I should spread for you, your friends Your father, Mr Ed It was me and a gun and a man on my back But I haven't seen barbados so I must get out of this And I know what this means Me and Jesus a few years back used to hang And he said "it's your choice babe just remember I don't hink you'll be back in 3 days time so you choose well" Tell me whats right Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville It was me and a gun and a man on my back But I haven't seen barbados so I must get out of this and do you know carolina Where the biscuits are soft and sweet These things go through your head when there's a man on your back And you're pushed flat on your stomach it's not a classic caddilac It was me and a gun and a man on my back But I haven't seen barbados so I must get out of this I haven't seen barbados so I must get out of this  | ||||
| heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 1:51 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01 | Jethro Tull >> I'm Your Gun Blew my smoke on a sunny day when the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold --- to win fair lady and take your gold. I know it hardly seems the time --- (I am your gun) to talk of blue steel so sublime. I can understand your point of view. To tell the truth I'd scare me too. Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye. Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size. I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes. But I don't choose the company I keep --- and it shows. I am your gun. Love me, I'm your gun. Maxim and Browning, they helped me along. Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song. Now one of me exists, for each one of you, So how can you blame me for the things that I do? Now I take second place to the motor car in the score of killing kept thus far. And just remember, if you don't mind --- it's not the gun that kills but the man behind. I am your gun. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 2:18 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | aerosmith Dum dum dum honey what have you done Dum dum dum it's the sound of my gun Dum dum dum honey what have you done Dum dum dum it's the sound it's the sound... Nah nah nah nah nah nah.... Janie got a gun Janie got a gun Her whole world's come undone From lookin' straight at the sun What did her daddy do What did he a put you through They say when Janie was arrested They found him underneath the train But man he had it comin' Now that Janie's got a gun She ain't never gonna be the same Janie got a gun Janie got a gun Her dog day's just begun Now everybody is on the run Tell me now it's untrue What did her daddy do He jacked the little bitty baby The man has got to be insane... yeah They say the spell that he was under The lightnin' and the thunder Knew that someone had to stop the pain Run away run away from the pain Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away run away from the pain Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away run away run run away... wooh Janie got a gun Janie's got a gun Her dog day's just begun Now everybody is on the run What did her daddy do It's Janie's last I.O.U. She had to take him down easy And put a bullet in his brain She said 'cause nobody believes me The man was such a sleaze He ain't never gonna be the same Run away run away from the pain Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away run away from the pain Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away run away run run away Janie's got a gun Janie got a gun Janie's got a gun Everybody is on the run Janie got a gun Her dog day's just begun Now everybody is on the run (Honey honey what's your problem) 'Cause Janie got a gun (Tell me it ain't right) Janie got a gun (Was it daddys cradle robbin') Her dog day's just begun (That made you scream at night) Everybody is on the run Janie got a gun Janie got a gun Her dog day has just begun Now everybody is on the run down to the pub for a two shilling ale the bread on the counter is going stale if I don't get some fresh bread soon gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon People suck. | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 11-29-2001 @ 2:29 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Jimi Hendrix "HAPPY NEW YEAR FIRST OF ALL. I HOPE WE'LL HAVE A MILLION OR TWO MILLION MORE OF THEM... IF WE CAN GET OVER THIS SUMMER, HE HE HE. RIGHT I'D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS ONE TO THE DRAGGIN' SCENE THAT'S GOIN' ON ALL THE SOLDIERS THAT ARE FIGHTIN' IN CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE AND NEW YORK... OH YEAS, AND ALL THE SOLDIERS FIGHTIN' IN VIETNAM. LIKE TO DO A THING CALLED 'MACHINE GUN'." MACHINE GUN TEARING MY BODY ALL APART MACHINE GUN TEARING MY BODY ALL APART EVIL MAN MAKE ME KILL YA EVIL MAN MAKE YOU KILL ME EVIL MAN MAKE ME KILL YOU EVEN THOUGH WE'RE ONLY FAMILIES APART WELL I PICK UP MY AXE AND FIGHT LIK A BOMBER (YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN) HEY AND YOUR BULLETS KEEP KNOCKING ME DOWN HEY I PICK UP MY AXE AND FIGHT LIKE A BOMBER NOW YEAH BUT YOU STILL BLAST ME DOWN TO THE GROUND THE SAME WAY YOU SHOOT ME DOWN BABY YOU'LL BE GOING JUST THE SAME THREE TIMES THE PAIN AND YOUR OWN SELF TO BLAME HEY MACHINE GUN OOOOOOOOOO I AIN'T AFRAID OF YOUR MESS NO MORE, BABE I AIN'T AFRAID NO MORE AFTER A WHILE YOUR YOUR CHEAP TALK DON'T EVERN CAUSE ME PAIN SO LET YOUR BULLETS FLY LIKE RAIN 'CAUSE I KNOW ALL THE TIME YOU'RE WRONG BABY AND YOU'LL BE GOIN' JUST THE SAME YEAH MACHINE GUN TEARING MY FAMILY APART YEAH YEAH ALRIGHT TEARING MY FAMILY APART DON'T YOU SHOOT HIM DOWN HE'S ABOUT TO LEAVE HERE DON'T YOU SHOOT HIM DOWN HE'S GOT TO STAY HERE HE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE HE'S BEEN SHOT DOWN TO THE GROUND OH WHERE HE CAN'T SURVIVE NO NO YEAH THAT'S WHAT WE DON'T WANNA HEAR ANY MORE, ALRIGHT NO BULLETS AT LEAST HERE, HUH HUH NO GUNS, NO BOMBS HUH HUH NO NOTHIN', JUST LET'S ALL LIVE AND LIVE YOU KNOW INSTEAD OF KILLIN'  You can unlock any door, if you only have the key. NEVER FORGET!!! | ||||
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