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| rageparty 123...Not so bare anymore since I got a number underneath my name again I also have an imaginary girlfriend. | posted on 05-15-2002 @ 10:27 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01  | I love this song! :-D By Deep Purple Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car I'm gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl She stays close on everybend Oooh she's a killing machine She's got everything Like a moving mouth body control and everything I love her I need her I seed her yeah she turns me on Alright hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head Noaw that I'm on the road again Oooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything Like a moving ground throttle control and everything I love it and I need it I seed it eight cylinders all mine Alright hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car I'm gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine Ait's got everything Like a driving power big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star!!!!11   Shit Can Happen | ||||
| HyBriD FN Moron is an indian giver!! I had my cool status for about 10 min. then it was gone. GONE! G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Agent WD40 Licensed to Kill My spoon is TOO BIG. (finally) Hanger-on to the JYDs for LIFE I INVENTED ORANGE MOTHERFUCKER This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm | posted on 05-15-2002 @ 10:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 01 | Offspring Bad Habit Hey man you know I'm really okay The gun in my hand will tell yo uthe same But when I'm in my car Don't give me no crap Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap When I go driving I stay in my lane But getting cut off makes me insane I open the glove box Reach inside I gonna wreck this fucker's ride CHORUS I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away Yeah I got a bad habit And it ain't goin' away Yeah Well they say the road's a dangerous place If you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face You drive on my ass Your fot's on the gas And your next breath is your last Drivers are rude Such attitudes But when I show my piece Complaints cease Something's odd I feel like I'm God You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker I open the glove box Reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride CHORUS   "Because we don't know when we will die, We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood? An afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it. Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless." -Brandon Lee | ||||
| worthlessnothing | posted on 05-15-2002 @ 11:53 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: May. 02 | CLUTCH SPACEGRASS Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500, All the way stars' green, gotta go. Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low, Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard. T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500. Planets align, a king is born. Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis free, Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me. Don't worry, it's coming. Don't worry, it's coming. Jesus on the dashboard. Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right I turn on the radio. Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day. We'll find us some spacegrass, Lay low, watch the universe expand. Skyway, permanent Saturday. Oh, by the way, Saturn is my rotary. Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83. Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing. Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving. Hit neutral in the tail of a comet. Let the vortex pull my weight. Push the seat back a little lower. Watch light bend in the blower. Planets align. A king is born. Dodge Swinger. Jesus on the dashboard. Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right  | ||||
| Bloody Anus P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal HYBRID THINKS I'M A GENIUS | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 12:03 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 00 | who's gonna tell you when it's too late who's gonna tell you things aren't so great you can't go on thinking nothing's wrong who's gonna drive you home tonight who's gonna pick you up when you fall who's gonna hang it up when you call who's gonna pay attention to your dreams who's gonna plug their ears when you scream you can't go on thinking nothing's wrong who's gonna drive you home tonight who's gonna hold you down when you shake who's gonna come around when you break
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| HydratedPeach So... how did you get your spiffy new status? Age-Challenged Sexual Tension Relief Worker | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 12:21 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01 | Golden Earring I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel It's my baby callin', says I need you here And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear When she is lonely and the longing gets too much She sends a cable comin' in from above Don't need no phone at all We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a wave in the air, Radar Love The radio is playing some forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong The road has got me hypnotized And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sents her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a light in the sky (Instrumental break) No more speed, I'm almost there Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care Last car to pass, here I go And the line of cars drove down real slow And the radio played that forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong And the newsman sang his same song Oh one more radar lover gone When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sents her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a light in the sky We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a thing that's called Radar Love  Daddy's Little Girl I often find my opinions stick out like an erection in a lesbian bar. | ||||
| Turk408 | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 12:34 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | I Can't Drive 55 Sammy Hagar One foot on the brake and one on the gas HEY!!!! Where there's too much traffic I can't pass NO So I drive my best and lead on the move, A big black and white comes and cuts my groove AGAAAAAAAAAAAIN Go on and write me up for one twenty-five Post my face wanted dead or alive Take my licsence and all that jive Cause I can't drive....FIFTY-FIIIIIIIIIIVE So I sign my name on number twenty-four hey, Yeeeeeah the Judge saud "Boy just one more" huh "I'm gonna throw your ass in the city joint," Looked me in the eye and said"You get my point?" I said YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH OH YEAH!!!!! (Repeat Chorus) When I drive that slow you know it's hard to steer... And I can't get my car outta second gear... What used to take to hours now takes all day, HUH, It took me sixteen hours to get to L.A. (Repeat chorus and fade) Also recommend Fuel by Metallica, Fueled by Anthrax and Dragula by Rob Zombie A heavy dose of reality, with a shot of piss and vinegar I love the kindredbabe, the MamaCaz, the SyKoPaThCHiK, and especially the RF and my little walking Disaster Area!!!! This message was edited by Turk408 on 5-16-02 @ 12:46 AM | ||||
| IrishAlkey Chucky Official OA.com Homo CUNT ROCKETTE Look who's laughing now, fuckers!!! Is It In Yet? JYD-4-LIFE [Sarcasm]Subzero316 fan since day one!!1!![/Sarcasm] "my mod powers are on temporary hiatus" This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 2:30 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Aug. 01 | Da, Da, Da... | ||||
| Fuct | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 3:35 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Aug. 01 | Deftones featureing Maynard James Keenan of TOOL hear I lay still and breathless just like always still I want some more mirrors sideways who cares what's behind just like always still your passenger chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces these and other lucky witnesses now to calm me take me around again drive faster roll the windows down this cool night air is curious let the whole world look in who cares who sees anything I'm your passenger I'm your passenger drop these down and put them on me nice cool seats there to cushion your knees now to calm me take me around again just don't pull over this time would you please drive faster roll the windows down this cool night air is curious let the whole world look in who cares who sees what tonight roll these misty windows down to catch my breath again and then go and go and go just drive me home then back again here I lay just like always don't let me go take me to the edge Action without vision is a daydream Vision without action is a nightmare | ||||
| Fuct | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 3:37 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Aug. 01 | Deftones This town dont feel mine I'm fast to get away-FAR I dressed you in her clothes Now drive me far - away, away, away It feels good to know your mine Now drive me far - away, away, away FAR away I dont care where just FAR - away And I dont care FAR - away And I dont care where just FAR - away Action without vision is a daydream Vision without action is a nightmare | ||||
| Beans Malone | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 5:14 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 02 | Any Beach Boy Car Song and of course...... All my friends know the low rider The low rider is a little higher The low rider drives a little slower Low rider, is a real goer Hey Low rider knows every street, yeah Low rider, is the one to meet, yeah Low rider don't use no gas now The low rider don't drive too fast Take a little trip, take a little trip Take a little trip and see Take a little trip, take a little trip Take a little trip with me  This message was edited by Beans Malone on 5-17-02 @ 3:14 AM | ||||
| I swear it was this big Tussle King | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 10:58 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | Any song that is playing at the time I drive by a horrific, gruesome, bloody, fatality-laden car crash. ___________________________________________________________________ I'm bigger than the Devil combined with Schindler's list. Sig pic coming soon...kinda soon... | ||||
| SickLife | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 11:36 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Mar. 02 | meshuggah - future breed machine | ||||
| PlasticMan G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Dhalsim-Style Hand to Hand Specialist | posted on 05-16-2002 @ 11:39 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 02 | Foo Fighters - Everlong Hello I've waited here for you Everlong Tonight I throw myself into And out of the red, out of her head she sang Come down And waste away with me Down with me Slow how You wanted it to be I'm over my head, out of her head she sang And I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang Breathe out So I can breathe you in Hold you in And now I know you've always been Out of your head, out of my head I sang And I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang And I wonder If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang Okay, so the lyrics are kinda gay, but the song still kicks ass. Perfect driving song.  It wasn't lies, it was just...bullshit. | ||||
| Drusilla fag-hag | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 12:20 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | um, i do believe someone has stolen our song. & i think he better give it back. :mad:  | ||||
| Nana's Precious | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 8:46 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague Haunting mass appeal Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive, oh oh It's driven me before, it seems to be the way That everyone else get around Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there Would you choose water over wine Hold the wheel and drive Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there  09-11-01 Never Forget, Never Forget | ||||
| Nana's Precious | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 9:11 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | One more..... took a drive today...time to emancipate i guess it was the beatings made me wise but i'm not about to give thanks, or apologize i couldn't breathe, holdin' me down hand on my face, pushed to the ground enmity gauged, united by fear forced to endure what i could not forgive... i seem to look away...wounds in the mirror waved it wasn't my surface...most defiled head at your feet, fool to your crown fist on my plate, swallowed it down enmity gauged, united by fear tried to endure what i could not forgive saw things saw things saw things saw things clearer clearer once you, were in my... rearviewmirror... i gather speed from you fucking with me once and for all i'm far away i hardly believe, finally the shades...are raised... saw things so much clearer once you, once you... rearview mirror saw things so much clearer once you, once you... rearview mirror saw things so much clearer once you, once you... rearview mirror saw things so much clearer once you... 09-11-01 Never Forget, Never Forget | ||||
| PlasticMan G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Dhalsim-Style Hand to Hand Specialist | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 1:14 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 02 | quote: Eh? You talkin' to me? Ah, probably not... Anyhow, Nursery Rhyme/Breather by U.N.K.L.E. kicks ass too...just in case I have to step away from the Foo... It wasn't lies, it was just...bullshit. | ||||
| Bloody Anus P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal HYBRID THINKS I'M A GENIUS | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 1:22 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 00 | 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 rumble tweeter Dial is turned and there it's stayin' The next day where Stern is playin' You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down to 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's there's none 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 engine glow erupt and blow And overflow like volcano So far to go but can't turn back though Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe Fuelin' my body jumpstartin' my soul Set my mind on cruise control You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down to 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's there's none 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 we're back 'On The Road' like Keroauc Down the turnpike high rate of speed Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood You're taking it down to 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's there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel
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| kindredbabe | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 2:04 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 01 | quote: Don't step too far away from the Foo, PlasticMan. I love this song!!  Thank You, Barch | ||||
| FirstTime LongTime | posted on 05-19-2002 @ 6:01 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 02 | Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes, Long as I have my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Through all trials and tribulations, We will travel every nation, With my plastic Jesus I'll go far. {Refrain} Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Through all trials and tribulations, We will travel every nation, With my plastic Jesus I'll go far. I don't care if it rains or freezes As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus Glued to the dashboard of my car, You can buy Him phosphorescent Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant, Take Him with you when you're travelling far {Refrain} I don't care if it's dark or scary Long as I have magnetic Mary Ridin' on the dashboard of my car I feel I'm protected amply I've got the whole damn Holy Family Riding on the dashboard of my car {Refrain} You can buy a Sweet Madonna Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a Pedestal of abalone shell Goin' ninety, I'm not wary 'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell {Refrain} I don't care if it bumps or jostles Long as I got the Twelve Apostles Bolted to the dashboard of my car Don't I have a pious mess Such a crowd of holiness Strung across the dashboard of my car {Refrain} No, I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I have my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car But I think he'll have to go His magnet ruins my radio And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar {Refrain} Riding through the thoroughfare With his nose up in the air A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind Trouble coming, he don't see He just keeps his eyes on me And any other thing that lies behind Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Though the sun shines on his back Makes him peel, chip, and crack A little patching keeps him up to par When pedestrians try to cross I let them know who's boss I never blow my horn or give them warning I ride all over town Trying to run them down And it's seldom that they live to see the morning Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car His halo fits just right And I use it as a sight And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far When I'm in a traffic jam He don't care if I say Damn I can let all sorts of curses roll Plastic Jesus doesn't hear For he has a plastic ear The man who invented plastic saved my soul Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Once his robe was snowy white Now it isn't quite so bright Stained by the smoke of my cigar God made Christ a Holy Jew God made Him a Christian too Paradoxes populate my car Joseph beams with a feigned elan From the shaggy dash of my furlined van Famous cuckold in the master plan Naughty Mary, smug and smiling Jesus dainty and beguiling Knee-deep in the piling of my van His message clear by night or day My phosphorescent plastic Gay Simpering from the dashboard of my van When I'm goin' fornicatin I got my ceramic Satan Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home The women know I'm on the level Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home Leering from the dashboard of my van If I weave around at night And the police think I'm tight They'll never find my bottle, though they ask Plastic Jesus shelters me For His head comes off, you see He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Ride with me and have a dram Of the blood of the Lamb Plastic Jesus is a holy bar  At the end of the day or at the end of the party, when everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself. - Layne Staley | ||||
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