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SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 04-08-2002 @ 2:05 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Asleep At The Wheel Do you ever stop to count all the invitations At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention All these sugars with no vitamin sensation Do you ever stop to look over old relations Or look to the belly of another one's emotions Someone young in the winds of a revolution Trying to save his face in the evolution Asleep at the wheel, no windshield But you know that the streets here don't change He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration Unlike you who seem bred from corruption Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation Asleep at the wheel, no windshield But you know that the streets here don't change With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention Smelling like a rose in the flowers of devotion Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion With a face full of mud even though you were only joking As if you really understood the value of isolation Asleep at the wheel, no windshield But you know that the streets here don't change Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin' Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from closin' Every engine burn as a sign of the explosion Locked in neutral your engines are broken Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station You can color in the lines of Mother Earth's addictions And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction Asleep at the wheel, no windshield But you know that the streets here don't change AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?

Drusilla fag-hag JYD-4-LIFE Hey, smell my head!	posted on 04-08-2002 @ 2:56 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01	BLOODHOUND GANG Asleep At The Wheel Bloodhounds shall cruise rendezvous Break curfew new trip ensues You never know Bloodhounds just go Pack backpack up for down the road No change of clothes but change for tolls Pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee Sugar Daddy Rand McNally A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak The phantom black stacked Pontiac Hot rod dual quads and in the back Is the beat keeper big ass speaker Jumbo woofer rattle tweeter Dial is turned and there it's stayin' The next day where Stern is playin' You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel I-95 eight lanes wide Midnight drive take a ride Alongside east coast tide Getting high so am I Bloodshot red eyes from the fumes I consume engine zoom then engine boom Then enging glow erupt and blow And overflow like volcano So far to go can't turn back though Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe Fuelin' my body jumstartin' my soul Set my mind on cruise control You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel 24-7 Truck Stop Plaza Turn off headlights turn on hazards 3 A.M. is when I gazed Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade To black now were back 'On The Road' like Kerouac Down the turnpike high rate of speed Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel }>i<{ i love the ants & the alkey }>i<{ we'll always have ben orr If you perceive others as failures, it makes you feel better about yourself

Syndrummer LOOK!! All my "N"s are capitalized!!!	posted on 04-08-2002 @ 12:19 PM
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 02	Slash, is that from Suicidal Tendencies?

SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 04-08-2002 @ 1:28 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	quote: Slash, is that from Suicidal Tendencies? Yea, it is an extremely rare version w/alternate lyrics. If you want a copy of the mp3, my AIM is below. AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?

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