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| Kim | posted on 08-06-2001 @ 7:10 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01  | Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong, play the song with the funky break" And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Asked me if I needed a ride But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night She's gonna make it through the night But mama, that's where the fun is But mama, that's where the fun is Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner, watching the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"  The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 1:54 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Great song! Something else off the "Blow" soundtrack... Oh Black Betty bam-e-lam, oh Black Betty bam-e-lam Black Betty had a child Bam-e-lam the damn thing gone wild Bam-e-lam she said it weren't not of mine Bam-e-lam the damn thing gone blind Bam-e-lam I said: "Oh, Black Betty" Bam-e-lam oh Black Betty, bam-e-lam Oh Black Betty bam-e-lam, oh Black Betty bam-e-lam She really gets me high Bam-e-lam you know that's no lie Bam-e-lam she's so rock steady Bam-e-lam and she's always ready Bam-e-lam oh Black Betty bam-e-lam, oh Black Betty bam-e-lam Oh Black Betty bam-e-lam, oh Black Betty bam-e-lam She's from Birmingham Bam-e-lam way down in Alabam Bam-e-lam well she's shaking that thing Bam-e-lam boy she makes me sing Bam-e-lam oh Black Betty bam-e-lam, oh Black Betty bam-e-lam  | ||||
| Kim | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 6:52 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Here's another! Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you. She's a witch of trouble in electric blue, In her own mad mind she's in love with you. With you. Now what you gonna do? Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you. She's some kind of demon messing in the glue. If you don't watch out it'll stick to you. To you. What kind of fool are you? Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you. On a boat in the middle of a raging sea, She would make a scene for it all to be Ignored. And wouldn't you be bored? Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you. Strange brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew. Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you. The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo | ||||
| The Painter 1/2 a bottle of Jack Daniels... it's a cure-all | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 6:56 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | quote:and I always thought it was "Girl, what's inside of you"  | ||||
| Kim | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 7:03 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | You did? The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo This message was edited by Kim on 8-7-01 @ 7:08 AM | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 1:01 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | - Lynyrd Skynyrd Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you  | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 4:13 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Ugh, you had to put up the Manfred Mann cover... Let me redeem this thread... the original Blinded by the Light by Bruce Springsteen... Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomatIn the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hatWith a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingersclappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-menot whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the lightShe got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the eastHe says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the wayback home He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, and then boy you're on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mouse trap he bought last night Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he'd figured he'd be all right He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that's where the fun is  Is my train in vain, has my soul gone to waste Am I just a victim of, a victim of my lost faith | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 6:42 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Hey, the Manfred Mann version is good! Not as good as Springsteen's but still rockin'! | ||||
| Kim | posted on 08-07-2001 @ 7:14 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Yeah it isn't that bad... Here is another... The Rolling Stones---Can't You Hear Me Knocking Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep? Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys Alright now Hear me ringing big bell tolls Hear me singing soft and low I've been begging on my knees I've been kickin', help me please Hear me prowlin' I'm gonna take you down Hear me growlin' Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now Hear me howlin' And all, all around your street now Hear me knockin' And all, all around your town The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo | ||||
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