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spitfire421
| posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:40 AM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00
| OK, here's mine:
It Stoned Me
Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain keep pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver half a crown
Hands are full of a fishin' rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet
With our backs against the fence
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Hope it don't rain all day
Chorus:
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned
And he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention fishing poles
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Let it run all over me
Chorus
On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said Hey! There you are
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream
My adopted troubled children are Atomic Punk & Weinie....all problems with either of them should be addressed to me spitfire@opieanthony.com
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Rommel
| posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:53 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00
| Hello there ! Gotta light ? I'd like to burn this spliff with you :)
Shamrocks And Shenanigans -House Of Pain
I kicks the flavor like Stephen King writes horror
If I was a Jew, then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya
Excuse me seniora
Are you a whore or
Are you a lady
Is it Erica Boyer
Or Marsha Brady
Let me know hun
The deed'll get done
Just listen to my position
I take my rod and then I go fishin'
I'll get your river flowin'
It comes to givin' pleasure
I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body
So let me do my job
I've never been laid off
My rhymin's still paid off
'Cause now we're makin' records
Now we're makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes
Scoopin' up the loot
Puttin' suckers on the run
Pull my gun
And then I shoot
I've never been a front
I've never been a fraud
I got a natural skill
For that I thank the Lord
'Cause I feel blessed
I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun
But I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw
Like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon
Boon-Shalach-Lach
chorus
Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom
Alright now
Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom
A little louder
Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom
Everybody
Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom
Alright now
Breaker, breaker here comes the caper
Straight with the taper
The lyric skyscraper
Hits you like the lyrical murderer
I know you think I have
But yo I never heard of ya
Just because ya heard of me kid
Fuck around with D you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt and leave your ass for dead
When it comes to tools
These are the sharpest in the shed
'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
It ain't no thing
My car don't ring
We'll bust you in the grill
I got the skill
Ya got's to chill
'Cause I bring doom
I to the Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom
chorus
I rock mad styles
I hop turnstyles
I rock all mics
I last all night
I puff fat blunts
I rock fine stunts
Step up bold
I'll knock out your gold fronts
Everlast, that's my name
My unique rhymestyle's my claim to fame
The House of Pain's
The name of my clique
Ya can't be down
Punk get off my dick
You make me sick
Like strawberry Quick
Your style is wack
You ain't the mack
So yo step back
Get off the crack
And sing a new tune
Like Boom-Shalach-Lach-Boom
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Cap'n Fudge
| posted on 03-16-2001 @ 12:11 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| My entry..the beauties from the Emerald Isle, the Corrs...
Go on go on
Leave me breathless
Come on
Hey... yeah...
The daylight's fading slowly
The time with you is standing still
I'm waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak
I cannot lie, from you I cannot hide
And I'm losing the will to try
Can't hide it (can't hide it),
can't fight it (can't fight it)
So go on, go on,
come on, leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny
This loving feeling (loving feeling)
Make me long for your kiss
Go on (go on), go on (go on)
Yeah...
Come on
Yeah...
And if there's no tomorrow
And all we have is here and now
I'm happy just to have you
You're all the love I need somehow
It's like a dream
Although I'm not asleep
And I never want to wake up
Don't lose it (don't lose it),
don't leave it (don't leave it)
So go on, go on,
come on, leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny
This loving feeling (loving feeling)
Make me long for your kiss
Go on (go on), go on (go on)
Yeah...
Come on
Yeah-ie, yeah, yeah-ie, yeah...
And I can't lie
From you I cannot hide
And I've lost my will to try
Can't hide it (can't hide it),
can't fight it, (can't fight it)
So go on, (go on) go on, (go on),
come on, leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny
This loving feeling (loving feeling)
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, (go on) go on,
(go on) come on, leave... me breathless
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on)
come on, leave... me breathless
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on)
come on, leave... me breathless
Go on... go on
It's time for the smoking of the green! St. Patty's Day
capnfudge@opieanthony.com
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American Fing Psycho
| posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:57 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01
| u2
Props to Pantera
"Hey i never said I was a good drunk"
"I don't hate the seals. I just hate the enjoyment they give to people." Bachman |
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gosoxcsucker
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 12:50 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00
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A traditional irish tune, covered by both of my fav irish bands, thin lizzy and U2.
Whiskey In The Jar (traditional)
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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
http://www.uncg.edu/~edpoole/
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Rusty Trombone
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 2:04 AM | |
Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 00
| Well considering i just got home from The Corrs concert i might as well share my favorite Corrs song
RUNAWAY
Say it's true there's nothing like me and you
i'm not alone tell me you feel it to
And i would runaway, i would runaway yeah
I would runaway with you
Cuz i am falling in love with you
No never i'm never gonna stop falling in love with you
Close the door, lay down upon th efloor
By candlelight make love to me all through the night
Cause i have runaway
I have runaway yeah
I have runaway, runaway
I have runaway with you
Cause i have fallen in love with you
No never i'm never gonna stop falling in love with you.
And i must tell you all, the sisters, Andrea, Sharon and Caroline are F'n beautiful. i was 4th row and i just about reached em with my goo
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fatty chopped meat
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 2:21 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01
| i happen to love that little dittie by that old gag PADDY O'FURNITURE
formerly adopted by OPAK
This message was edited by fatty chopped meat on 3-17-01 @ 2:22 AM |
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BigYellowOne
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 3:11 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00
| Dropkick Murphys (W/Mike McColgan)
Boys On The Docks:
Chorus:
Say hey Johnny boy the battle call.
United we stand divided we fall.
Together we are what we can't be alone,
We came to this country, you made our home.
This man so humble, this man so brave,
A legend to many, he fought to his grave.
Save family and friends from the hardship and horror,
In a land of depression he gave hope for tommorow.
Say Johnny B boy, this one's for you,
The strength of many, the courage of a few.
To what do we owe this man's whose fight was for the masses he gave his life.
Chorus
Friend to the locals who dabbled in crime,
He'd give you a job, he'd give you his time.
He wasn't a crook, but he couldn't be conned.
John knew the difference between right and wrong.
Say Johnny B boy knew them no longer,
Others forgotten you memory's stronger.
Let's drink to this causes in you life,
Your family, your friends, you union, your wife.
Chorus
And the boys on the docks needed John for sure,
When they came to this country, he opened the door.
He said men I'll tell ya, they don't like our kind,
though it starts with your fists, it must end with your mind.
Chorus.
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Fyfetallica
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 8:26 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00
| ive always had a place for some good Cranberries tunes...
and hey, gosoxcsucker, didnt thin lizzy originally do Whiskey in the Jar? Metallica Coverd it, and im guessing U2 also, but i think thin lizzy wrote the song
Thanx to NiceSignDeek for the O & A art
Newly adopted by Drunk Boy
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IAmMighty
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 3:36 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00
| Whiskey in the Jar
Recorded by the Dubliners, then covered by Thin Lizzy, and so on....
"Did you punch her in the bunt!?" |
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gosoxcsucker
| posted on 03-17-2001 @ 8:34 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00
| All i know is that thin lizzy made it a more popular song. U2 never released it officaly, but on bootlegs i have it. Here's a song by my fav irish hip hop band ,called seanchai.
A SUNDAY AT THE TURN
OF THE CENTURY
Pint glass of water
At the side of the bed
Ain't nothing like the uisce
To clear up the head
The morning after
The night before
One of these days
I'm gonna split before four
Run for the door
Yelling please sir, no more,
Walk the straight and narrow
Pure like the Corrs
Next week I swear
Then I say a little prayer
Thank you God
For another days light
No need to go to mass
Cos I went last night
Pull up the shades
Invent a cliché
Sunday finally
Lived up to its name
Super looking sun
Throw on New York One
Don't need a coat
Its says seventy one
Out the door onto the street
People to meet, places to go
And when the sun goes down
Do a Seanchaà show
So keep this disk rolling
If you want to roll with me
On a Sunday, at the turn of the century
Some say Saturday's
A phatta day
Ix nay, Sunday's a humming day
Don't let Monday
Get in your way
You'll be dead a long time
So cut the cards and lets play
That's right,
Lets play anything at all
Sundays for chilling
Not for shopping at a mall
Attention shoppers!
Special deal buyers!
Courtesy of the kids
Kathy Lee lets us hire
throw her phony ass
To the Molly McGuires
Liars!
All these celebrity shills
They know the dough
Don't grow on the hills
Uh-Oh! I'm supposed
To keep this track mellow
My God SeanchaÃ,
Your such an angry fellow
Hello!
I'm just sharing what I see
On a Sunday, at the turn of the Century
Call me a block-o-phile
Cos I love where I am
That tight knit shit
Like in Summer of Sam
Where you know everybody
And they all know you
I got their back
And they got my back too
On a Sunday afternoon
The whole block is alive
The young, the old, the between,
And I've decided for today
I'm gonna plant my ass here
in my own stratosphere
Where I can see clear
I'm having a smoke
Watching kids running wild
I'm fully awoken
By a Spanish girls smile
Sit on the stoop
And have a good think
Container of coffee
Feel I'm on the brink
Of another great day
Like when the seven gets to Shea
Roman holiday, happening per se
Like Joey used to say
Gabba Gabba Hey!
On a Sunday, at the turn of the Century
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johnny hairdo
| posted on 03-18-2001 @ 7:46 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00
| BigYellowOne, you rock,
here's another,
Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy's,
Face down in the gutter
won't admit defeat
though his clothes are soiled and black
he's a big strong man
with a child's mind
don't you take his booze away.
He's a hero to most he meets
but inside he cries balck swollen eyes
This man he sheds no tears
now his wife and kids sing a different tune,
as they worry about their daddy dyin',
but th arrogant fool, breakin' every rule.
It'll be nothing but pride that kills him.
(Chorus):Could he listen, no he won't that's all she wrote,
He'll be dead before the daylight shines.
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
might keep this boy from dyin'.
He's a legend in a bar with every scar,
fights a thousand bigger men,
but now he fights and losses
got all the bruises
will someone please step in?
Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart,
he keeps climbing back into the ring.
In the low down circles
where he holds his court
this man, he once was king.
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