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| Maynard | posted on 12-30-2001 @ 1:14 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01  | 6 Days to go till CLUTCH! When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare men. My my tire knockers rock the parking lot quite a lot yeah. Rolled along 40 and roared down 10, Released my cargo around the Big Bend. I always take my time, A maverick moonminer sipping sunshine. Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah. He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows. Steve McQueen's got nothing on me, I take you back west of Pleiades. If you want someone to talk to, Well I'm your man. I've seen it all, And I know where you live. High time honey, hell yeah, watcha know, I'm back again, yeah. Roll Roll down highways with a vengeance, yeah. I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game. Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane. I always pay my dues, So sit your ass down, and I'll show you how they used to. If you want someone to talk to, Well I'm your man. I've seen it all, And I know where you live. A preacher, a trucker, a highroller, A holy roller preacher rolling trucker. A preacher, a trucker, a highroller, A holy roller preacher rolling trucker.  I used to love her But I had to kill her She bitched so much, She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way This message was edited by Maynard on 12-30-01 @ 1:21 PM | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 12-30-2001 @ 1:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | HEY! You're going too?!? In the north they call us Rebels, In the south they call us Yankees, Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokey With the skillet lickin' time keepers, The grinning reapers Of a missionary rock star. You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus, But even in it's genesis It's really quite ridiculous, 'Lectric hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble hot rod gang, Revelator big bang. You can't hang with the heavinesses hung Among the houses of the rising tongue. No fun to crack the axle, But it's got to be done Beaus whenever you wobble the weebles You know that they get ticked off. And in the season of bol-weevil speaking evil in your ear, And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears, We yabbadabbadoo all the way to Shangri-la. Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw. Where rock is criminal, criminals rock. Where rock is criminal, they rock like this. Where rock is criminal, criminals rock. Where rock is criminal, they rock like this. Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, I'm a rock and roll outlaw.Where rock is criminal, criminals rock. Where rock is criminal, they rock like this.  Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 12-31-2001 @ 9:48 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | 5 Once again I'm denied my choice. Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about destruction. It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. Good God Almighty we was panning for gold down at the banks of mighty Colorado, when all of a sudden came an awful sound; ten thousand buffalo were running us down. Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord! Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch. Must be the workings of the Old West Witch. I crossed her once when I was just a youth. Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth. Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord! She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about the voodoo. and all the things I'm losing when I pay no mind. Get off on the good foot and start another day. Maybe head for Hazel, California. Oh, but sooner or later she'll go to town sure as the Earth runs around and around. Again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord! At the side of the road a bundle of twine, and on it I found a note. It read, "You'll be running until the end of time." She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about destruction. It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. I used to love her But I had to kill her She bitched so much, She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way This message was edited by Maynard on 12-31-01 @ 12:18 PM | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 12-31-2001 @ 9:52 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | quote:nice typo, lmao! Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring. But inside they're not answering. Peering through the window, to his surprise, The door flies open, "Come inside!" "I am Jason the Freemason, what you're selling i do not need. Mr. Patrick, orthodox Catholic, is more likely in your league." At that very moment Mr. Softee rings his bells, Ding-a-ling ding-a-ling. Quickly thereafter, Choco-Taco delight While reclining on his brand new mountain bike. Now watch you most closely, for here the plot does twist. Enter Simon, the super Scientologist. "I'm opining sailing Simon. Is you stupid or is you just high? Mother Hubbard got me covered like Sarah Lee on her cherry pie." Norman says to Simon, "Hey, if there are really aliens, I would think that L. Ron Hubbard would have to be one of them." "Oh My Lord! Oh My Lord! Oh My Oh My!" The Pie Man passes by on his way to the fair (and he says) "Reason, won't you put your blue dress on? Reason, won't you put your blue jeans on?" At that very moment Mr.Softee rings his bells. So before Simon could bring his crushing blow, Norman raises his hands, "Oh no, oh no!" Simon says, "Hey, we ain't even finished this!" Norman says, "Yes we have. Here come them Witnesses." "Reason, won't you put your blue dress on? Reason, won't you put your blue dress on?" Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 01-01-2002 @ 5:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | 4 For you Sluggie! We have been waiting and it has begun So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue We have been waiting and it has begun Prostrate yourself, your time has come We have been waiting and it has begun Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on We have been waiting and it has begun So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue In full submission we are reborn We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword So we're lock, stock, and barrel Hook, line, and sinker Your freedom was your master And your liberties the flint for A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers The fire, the flame, the passion, the power Too little, too late High caliber consecrator I used to love her But I had to kill her She bitched so much, She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-01-2002 @ 5:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Thank you, Everything gonna be all-right I went deep down into that river now. I rose up. I felt that sun beat down upon this sinner's face. I went deep in that water now. I rose up. I felt that sun beat down upon my face Everything gonna be all-right So the I smash the palace like the son of Samson, Hollerin' louder than all of Bedlam, Take me to higher ground, The bury my body six feet down. I walked forty miles out into that desert now. Wailed and moaned, till a Lion, He called my name. And He said that Old Ship of Zion is taking way way out, Out into outer space. And He said everything gonna be all-right I climbed the highest of the heights. Atop that mountain I watched the day turn into night. Oh I tell you I was a wretched sight, But I stood long and hard until the light. Rubbing needles in my eyes, eating dirt. I stood up, and everything was all-right. Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 01-01-2002 @ 11:36 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas, succotash and rudebagas. Then came turkey from the oven. Broke the wishbone. Covenants were sealed and set. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. Christmas Eve we ate at Aunty's. We had some ham glazed with honey. Rolled the Yule log on the fire. Threw the hambone to the dogs and went to bed. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. In the morning the weathercock was heard asking what he had learned of the Earth. "Is it a round place with deserts and oceans, housing as many winds as one might wish?" We were standing by the gate. He said, "Oh my, it's getting late!" Then he took off flying to the south with a black snake in his mouth. You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end. You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end. For St. Patrick's we had cabbage, corned beef stew, egg salad sandwich. Then came the whiskey from the basement. Danced all night into the dawn, then held our heads. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. 
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| Maynard | posted on 01-02-2002 @ 10:28 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | 3 Won't you come over and stay for a while? Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time. Turn on the TV I believe it's prime time. I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five. There's a woman down at 314 who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor clean. And there's a man who's been knockin' on his door for three years, or has it been four? I don't wanna spend the winter in this house all alone. Those neighbors of mine keep coming on over and playing with my mind. I would like to love you, I sure would treat you right. We could take the trash out every Thursday night. Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing - green buckets every Friday at every driveway. They're filled with glasses, plastics, and newspapers, too. They say they recycle and bring them back to you. I would like to love you, I sure would treat you right. We could take the trash out every Thursday night. We could be a family, consume many goods. We could be the pillars of the neighborhood. Ah babe, I'm a real hard worker with the proper tools, I'll make you anything you yearn for. The barbarians are at the gate, come in before it's too late. I have food enough to last the two of us about a year. A thousand cans of chowder and a thousand cans of beer. I love my neighbors like I love my own brothers, but every year they're getting odder and odder. I would like to love you, I sure would treat you right. We could take the trash out every Thursday night. We could be a family, consume many goods. We could be the pillars of the neighborhood. I used to love her But I had to kill her She bitched so much, She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-02-2002 @ 12:20 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | There's GOT to be more CLUTCH fans around here... Standing waist high in snow, what brought me here I do not know. Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes and their greatest deeds. Satellites move across the sky, and every year they multiply. Father bear is sound asleep and will be so for several weeks. Across the plain I see a figure, every instant growing bigger. Instinct tells me to run away while faith proposes that I wave. He approaches to a rod. I whisper up a prayer to God. The stranger asks me with a grin, "Do you have the time my friend?" Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence). Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence.) The author looms above his page and thinks it strange that at his age he can not find the proper words to describe his only world. One would think that in a life where no two snowflakes are alike one would have a brilliant rhyme for each and every bit of time. Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence). Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence.) Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-04-2002 @ 1:00 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | For my Little Buddy... 2 Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door. I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more. One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?" He said, "I have seen them." I said, "O.K., it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out, And the town becomes anarchy. Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured. The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure. Get out. Eject. Escape From the Prison Planet. Get out. Eject. Escape From the Prison Planet. And to the tune of a billion dollars, I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology. And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years. The Men In Black have been bending my ear. As a matter of fact, they were just here today, But I escaped them through a secret passageway. Once I lived there for one thousand days. Get out. Eject. Escape From the Prison Planet. Get out. Eject. Escape From the Prison Planet. I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans. Move out west and buy some desert lands. Maybe up North, just past Alaska. You know nothing of this if they ask you. Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over. So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove. By Jove, I think it's started. Oh yeah, Escape From the Prison Planet. Billion people harvest on Mars. Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk, One mile from the pyramid. Escape From the Planet of the Apes. Go forth, ad infinitum. Return the relics to the Elephant. And Atlantis rises. Get out. Eject. Escape From the Prison Planet. Ejector seat ignite. Billion people harvest on Mars. Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk, One mile from the pyramid. Escape From the Planet of the Apes. Go forth, ad infinitum. Return the relics to the Elephant. And Atlantis rises. Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. This message was edited by Sluggo667 on 1-4-02 @ 1:01 AM | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-04-2002 @ 10:18 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | WOO-HOO!!! 1! Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done? The path to hell is paved With least resistance But those less traveled by Shall make a world of difference Beating myself to a pulp Extracting from my skull All those things I've learned to live with All those things I've loved All these things are killing me A perpetual fall from grace But the hand that feeds Is the hand that beats me Fiercely in the face So I will build myself an effigy No longer mope in mediocre hell Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness Sacred profane Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness What have I done? Effigy Effigy Effigy Effigy Behold the man Behold the man The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and filth The icon, what have I done? Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-05-2002 @ 4:17 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | GODDAMN!!! JUst a few more hours... I rolled up some fat ones... And I'm more than ready... So... Moron... Maynard... Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock? Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 11:33 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | OK...Since my fellow gear heads didn't bring this up... CLUTCH FUCKING ROCKED!!! Absolutely the best set I've ever seen from them. The drummer busted a kick pedal on like the 2nd or 3rd song...FUCKING HARD CORE!!! They hardly did anything off the new album... No cheese like "Carefull with that mic". Just 90 mins. of hard driving "Hillbilly Hardcore"!!! Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 1:16 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Setlist for those who care. I got it from Clutch's message board, so it may not be 100% accurate, but it looks right on. Immortal Sea of Destruction Sink em Low Pure Rock Fury (drummer broke his bass pedal) Who Wants To Rock? 12 oz. Epilogue Smoke Banshee Tight Like That Impetus High Caliber Consecrator Red Horse Rainbow Elephant Riders Basket of Eggs Brazenhead Texan Book Of The Dead The House That Peterbilt One eye dollar A Shogun Named Marcus Spacegrass End Jam w/ lead guitarist from Biohazard This show SOOOO FUCKIN ROCKED! Also, I'm not a huge Biohazard fan, but live, they kicked ass. They had alot of energy. The NYC fans just love to see their local bands.  I Well he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck. Well he never eats and he never rusts And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 01-07-2002 @ 5:25 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | hey... i was at that show... yeah... what they said... | ||||
| crx girl Newbie! vg Y's me ugo girl Limey Mothercocker | posted on 01-08-2002 @ 5:06 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | quote:ha, my boyfriend does that on a regular basis...  need me? try: crxgirl@opieanthony.com | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 01-08-2002 @ 10:16 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | yeah...so... Is he in CLUTCH?!? And I feel pretty safe in assuming this drummer starts every show with a new one. Besides...Your boyfreind has a mustache on his ass. :) Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! It is written, I have spoken. So put this in your pipe, and smoke it. | ||||
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