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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: In Honor Of 4/20...some songs to "cancel your appointments" by | ||||
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This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 3:52 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | by: Bob Dylan Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good, They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home. Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table. They'll stone ya when you are young and able. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck. They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck." Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end. Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again. They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone. They'll stone you when you are walking home. They'll stone you and then say you are brave. They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. -------------------------------------------------- HAIL THE LEAF by: DOWN that brave river, I can't sail. because of that lone feeling, that I might fail. So {fuck it.} I just smoke- let me feel stoned 6th hour. I still fail to rise, and I cower in reality's eyes, so I just smoke- let me feel stoned {let that paranoia cut my head off. I'm low down crying shame today} smoke- stoned I have fallen scattered the wave alone I'm crying broken shade So I just smoke- let me feel stoned I can't feel you you can't brave(the river?) no more sadness no more pain not what feeds you but what raves no more sadness no more.... -------------------------------------------------- ...and of course, let's not forget... Sweet Leaf by: Black Sabbath Alright Now! Won't you listen? When I first met you, didn't realize, I can't forget you or your surprise You introduced me to my mind And left me (watching/wanting) you and your kind. Oh yeah I love you. Oh, you know it. My life was empty, forever on a down, Until you took me, showed me around My life is free now, my life is (clear / hemp) I love you sweet leaf though you can't hear Oh yeah Come on now - try it out! Straight people don't know what you're about, They put you down and shut you out You gave to me a new belief, And soon the world will love you, sweet leaf Oh yeah baby Come on now! Oh yeah! Try me out baby! Alright! Oh yeah-ah! I want you part of this sweet leaf! Oh yeah! Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh try me out I love ya sweet leaf, oh  Professional Slacker To look at all of my photo albums click my sig pic or just Visit this Website E-Mail Me Currently overseeing the lurking of Sluggo667 | ||||
| geedagreek | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 4:01 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | theres always "smoke two joints" by sublime....ill get the lyrics in here by the after noon....:-) "DO you know what a love letter is?...It's a bullet from a FUCKING GUN...staight through your heart....." Jesse Jones, Yuppicide | ||||
| Mi1o Yambag | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 4:26 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 |  Mr. Tambourine Man Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.  A friend with weed is a friend indeed. A friend without it is a friend in need. "Prohibition...goes beyond the bounds of reason in that it attempts to control a man's appetite by legislation and makes a crime out of things that are not crimes. A prohibition law strikes a blow at the very principles upon which our government was founded." --Abraham Lincoln "Make the most of hemp seed, sow it everywhere." --George Washington | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 4:34 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | i was gonna do this post right now but i went to get lyrics for a certain song.... and i think someone will be pissed. Smoke Two Joints By: Sublime (B. Nowell) I smoke two joints in the morning. I smoke two joints at night. I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, and then I smoke two more Smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died, toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died toke a big spliff of some good sensamill..." "Easy-E were ya ever caught slippin' Hell no! Daddy he once told me "son you be hard workin' man" and Mamma she once told me "son you do the best you can" but, then one day I met a man who came to me and said "hard work good, and hard work fine but first take care of Head" (guitar solo) Whoa, rock me tonight, whoa-oh, Jah sake, whoa-ohh   And The Earth Becomes My Throne I Adapt To The Unknown By Myself But Not Alone. I Ask No One And My Ties Are Severed Clean The Less I Have The More I Gain Off The Beaten Path I Reign She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| geedagreek | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 4:48 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | LOL..dude im not pissed, ya sicko, KUDOS... "DO you know what a love letter is?...It's a bullet from a FUCKING GUN...staight through your heart....." Jesse Jones, Yuppicide | ||||
| Mi1o Yambag | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 5:05 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | The night (mornign?) juist wouldn't be complete withougt a litle pink floyd. So, here, in its entirety, in honor of the biginning of 420 is Dark Side of the Moon  -Breathe Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and chose your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, run rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to start another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race toward an early grave. -On the Run (instrumental) -Time Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older And shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be there when UI can When I come in cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells. -The Great Gig in the Sky (Instrumenta) -Money Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and your O.K. Money it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team Money get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack. Money it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away -Us and Them Us and Them And after all we're only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side Black and Blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and Down And in the end it's only round and round and round Haven't you heard it's a battle of words the poster bearer cried Listen son, said the man with the gun There's room for you inside Down and Out It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about With, without And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about Get out of the way, it's a busy day And I've got things on my mind For want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died -Any Colour You Like (Instrumental) -Brain Damage The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me. And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon -Eclipse All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All that you feel All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All that you save All that you give All that you deal All that you buy beg, borrow or steal All you create All you destroy All that you do All that you say All that you eat everyone you meet All that you slight everyone you fight All that is now All that is gone All that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. A friend with weed is a friend indeed. A friend without it is a friend in need. "Prohibition...goes beyond the bounds of reason in that it attempts to control a man's appetite by legislation and makes a crime out of things that are not crimes. A prohibition law strikes a blow at the very principles upon which our government was founded." --Abraham Lincoln "Make the most of hemp seed, sow it everywhere." --George Washington | ||||
| Kwyjibo | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 7:51 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | The day wouldn't be complete without some Dead. Darkstar Darkstar crashes pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion shall we go, you and I While we can? Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I While we can? Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise through which the stars were set in spin Kwyjibo "Hey Booboo, you think there's any beer in that picinic basket" "But Yogi I don't think the forest ranger will like that." "F--- the forest ranger Booboo, he don't know jacksh--!"  Thanks to PanterA for the sigpic | ||||
| Banana_juice | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 8:42 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | a little cypress hill to get 4/20 rolling... Everybody Must Get Stoned "This sure is. I got data on crazy shit for round the corner you know The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit But anyway, (everybody must get stoned (x4)) You over there singin' some shit, talkin' 'bout Everybody must get stoned I don't know but that shit sounds good to me" [Verse 1] Hit the joint, up the bomb, take a puff Till you just can't get enough Of the sunk a punk Pick an endo, wanna take control But the primaso puff on the endo (keep puffin') Let me take it in then I let it out (let it out) One of you motherfuckers pass the barred owl Peace to the niggaz in all the Budha spots Slangin' fat bags o' weed and runnin from the cops (runnin' from them fools) I hit the leno then pass it on To the cypha' of dreadlocks gettin' stoned (All the dreadlocks lya') >From the fat joint twisted at the end 'Cos I get high with a little help from my friends (from my friends) [Chorus] Everybody must get stoned I said everybody must get stoned (Everybody must get stoned)*variations* (x4) [Verse 2] Hit the blunt of the bong, take your dope Now my head's in a cloud of smoke and no joke Called 'the uptight', motherfuckers puttin' me down 'Cos I talk about the green shit in every town (Everywhere I go) You right in front of me, I can't see ya I'm blind and faded and I get the G-rock And everything's gonna be alright When I pass that toochi from the left-hand side Niggaz is havin' a good time tonight Roll it up, hold it up, pass me the fucking light (Gimme that lighter) Indoor on the home-grown Light it up, everybody must get stoned (gotta get stoned) (Chorus-different variations) You know how we talkin' to talk We say, stoned is the way of the walk (x4) (Chorus till fade) proud graduate of Newbie University. Honor Student of Lord Magus's class. E-Mail Me | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 8:46 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | Can't Find My Way Home Come down off your throne And leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting so long Somebody holds the key Well I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time Well I'm wasted and I can't find my way home Come down on your own And leave your money at home Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting all these years Somebody holds the key I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time Oh and I'm wasted and I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home Still I can't find my way home And I ain't done nothing wrong But I can't find my way home  <<< | ||||
| mckinks | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 9:38 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Purple haze all in my brain Lately things they don't seem the same Actin' funny but I don't know why 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Don't know if I'm coming up or down Am I happy or in misery Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me Help me, help me, oh no! Yeah, purple haze all in my eyes Don't know if it's day or night You've got me blowing, blowing my mind Is it tomorrow or just the end of time Ooh, help me, oh yeah, oh no!  DEAD CATS DON'T SCRATCH!! | ||||
| Kwyjibo | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 1:53 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Ok McKinks you win, nice call. Of course the entire Dark Side of the Moon is a great touch. Kwyjibo "Hey Booboo, you think there's any beer in that picinic basket" "But Yogi I don't think the forest ranger will like that." "F--- the forest ranger Booboo, he don't know jacksh--!" Thanks to PanterA for the sigpic | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 3:59 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second, Don't get me wrong it's not a new method, Inhale, Exhale, Just got a ounce in the mail, I like a blunt or a big fat coal, But my double barrel bong is gettin' me stoned, I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it, It smells like shit on the carpet, Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit, Of the skunky funky smelly green shit, Sing my song, puff all night long, As I take Hits from the bong... Hits From The Bong y'all Gonna get high, Hits From The Bong Gonna get high, Hits From The Bong Gonna get high, Hits From The Bong Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong, And then take that finger off of that hole, Plug it, unplug it, Don't straaaain, I love you Mary Jane, She never complains, when I hit Mary, With that flame, I light up the cherry, She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen, Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water, Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it, Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it, Get my four-footer and bring it on... As I take Hits from the bong, Hits From The Bong Gonna get high Hits From The Bong Gonna get high Hits From The Bong Gonna get high Hits From The Bong Gonna get high Hits From The Bong Gonna get high Straighten your dick out... Gonna get high...  | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 10:02 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | I can't believe noone posted this yet...and I don't even smoke anymore. Alright Now!Won't you listen? When I first met you, didn't realize, I can't forget you or your surprise You introduced me to my mind And left me (watching/wanting) you and your kind. Oh yeah I love you. Oh, you know it. My life was empty, forever on a down, Until you took me, showed me around My life is free now, my life is (clear / hemp) I love you sweet leaf though you can't hear Oh yeah Come on now - try it out! Straight people don't know what you're about, They put you down and shut you out You gave to me a new belief, And soon the world will love you, sweet leaf Oh yeah baby Come on now! Oh yeah! Try me out baby! Alright! Oh yeah-ah! I want you part of this sweet leaf! Oh yeah! Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh try me out I love ya sweet leaf, oh  Life's a gas, Life's a gas, Life's a gas, a gas, oh yeah Life's a gas, Life's a gas, Life's a gas, a gas, oh yeah So don't be sad 'cause I'll be there Don't be sad at all ---Joey Ramone. | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 04-20-2001 @ 11:11 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | quote: um...ok, look... you musta smoked alot when you did smoke, 'cuz you're still stoned.... quote: Perhaps you missed this in FN's orignal post Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... | ||||
| Rone | posted on 04-21-2001 @ 12:48 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Who's got the herb 311 (1,2,3,4) 2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos What are we looking for? Sinsemilla It's are we hoping for What are we hoping for? Sinsemilla Who's got the herb? is what the young boys ask me Who's got the herb? and then elders tell me Who's got the herb? is what the young girls ask me Who's got the herb? not the dread-locks Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, la arriba Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, la arriba When we roll a big one it feels so right (it feels so right) When we smoke it in our bong it feels so nice (it feels so nice) Who's got the herb? is what the young boys ask me Who's got the herb? and then the elders tell me Who's got the herb? is what the young girls ask me Who's got the herb? in New Orleans Who's got the herb? Who's got the herb? Who's got the herb? Who's got the herb? What I'm talkin' 'bout Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca From a coppa, yes I'm tellin' you Cramacaca cayaca, die shocka fryaca From a coppa Who's got it? Who's got the herb? Who's got it? Who's got the herb? 311, whoa, whoa, whoa Who's got the herb?  | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 04-21-2001 @ 7:21 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | quote:You have a good point there, ooops. Life's a gas, Life's a gas, Life's a gas, a gas, oh yeah Life's a gas, Life's a gas, Life's a gas, a gas, oh yeah So don't be sad 'cause I'll be there Don't be sad at all ---Joey Ramone. | ||||
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