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spitfire421	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 2:45 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	Story of My Life Bartender won’t you give me a refill And don’t hold back on the line Cuz it’s Friday night and I’m ready Feeling right, damn I’m looking fine Keep it coming and I’ll keep drinkin’ And everyone will be doing right But if you cut me off like a woman You bet your ass, boy, there’s gonna be a fight Ride on Ride it, halfway ride This little number come up beside me Believe me, boy, she was looking tight “Bartender, a drink for the lady” She might be coming home with me tonight Turn and look at me like I was an asshole Always tryin to play hard to get Then she said, “If you’re trying to score man, I’ll take your drink, but It’s you I’ll soon forget” Ride on The story of my life One Inch Man, lonely soul...Two Inch Man, gimme more...Always so lonely, lonely, lonely...One Inch Man, he's so lonely, oh, he's breathin'...Damn my thoughts for you, do you really wanna fuck me?...Love my time for you, do you really wanna hold me?...Had my time for you, do you really wanna hold me?...Love my time for you, do you really wanna? NEVER FORGET!!!
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 01-10-2002 @ 8:39 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Hey Spit, Great CD! Somebody actually left me a copy of it at a local Quick Check convenience store :D Story Of My Life High school seemed like such a blur I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections And in class i dreamed all day About a rock 'n' roll weekend And the girl in the front of the room So close yet so far Y'know she never seemed to notice That this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend Chorus: Life goes by so fast You only want to do what you think is right Close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life And i went down to my old neighborhood The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to And the pool hall i loved as a kid is now a seven eleven I went downtown to look for a job I had no training, no experience to speak of I looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back Life goes by so fast You only want to do what you think is right Close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life Good times come and good times go I only wish the good times would last a little longer I think about the good times we had and why they had to end So I sit at the edge of my bed I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song Wonderin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back Life goes by so fast You only want to do what you think is right Close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life 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?
Dan-O	posted on 01-13-2002 @ 11:35 PM
Psychopath Registered: Nov. 00	Music and Lyrics: Michael John LaChiusa Scene 4: The College Boy/The Young Wife I have to -- Relax and -- Just let her -- Sweet Jesus -- Enjoy it -- Stay focused -- Her tongue is -- Her lips are -- I know there's trouble ahead. Why can't I get it up And keep it up Without all the work? Story of my life. It's just the sorry little story of my life. Impotence! I'd never dreamed it would occur; That is, till I met her: The one I think I love. Let's face the music instead. I've never worked so hard To keep it hard -- And then I met her. And had her. And then I Lost interest. It's her fault. It's my fault. To think that stealing someone's Lonely little wife Would be the greatest of adventures In the sorry little story Of my life... "If it wasn't for the weed, I don't think I'd get nothin' done!" -- Snoop Dogg, "The Daily Show"

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