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OPM * chick
posted on 05-13-2001 @ 5:04 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Mar. 01
Filter (from Short Bus... lol ;) )





~* Hey Man, Nice Shot *~


I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late
What you could've taught me
I could have saved some face
They think that your early ending
Was all wrong
For the most part they're right
But look how they all got strong
That's why I say hey man, nice shot
What a good shot man
A man
Has gun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice shot
Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
That's why I say hey man, nice shot
What a good shot man
A man
Has gun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice shot
I wish I would have met you
I wish I would have met you
I'd say
Nice shot





Rone
posted on 05-13-2001 @ 6:27 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Jan. 01
You take my money
You think you're great
you think it's funny
I hate your face
Yeah
You got your Jesus
And I got my space
You Got your reasons
And I got my case

You just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
You get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay

You think yo're precious
And I think you're shit
And I'd kill your father
To destory his seed
Ohhh nothing with ever
Destory your greed

Now when you break yourself down
And go to this place
You give yourself the reason
To get off your case
And when you break it down yeah
And see through this shit
You give yourself the reason
To live though this
Break down

Mama give me my medicine
Mama give me my medicine
Mama give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel taller
Mama give me my medicine
Mama give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel tall like a tall tree
Mama give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree yeah yeah yeah yeah

You're celebrating nothing
and you feel a-okay
you're celebrating nothing
and you feel a-okay

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do




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This message was edited by Rone on 5-13-01 @ 6:30 PM
SLASH
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STRIKE 3
(I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)
posted on 05-14-2001 @ 12:55 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 00
OPM * chick, I hear "Hey Man, Nice Shot" was about Kurt Coabain




Funny how ev'rything was roses
When we held on to the guns

Write To Me Here

Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable?
Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music?



OPM * chick
posted on 05-14-2001 @ 6:25 AM      
Psychopath
Registered: Mar. 01
Oh really? I didn't know that... but yeah, the lyrics seem to be about him. Thanks 4 that lil info Slash!



Banana_juice
posted on 05-14-2001 @ 10:52 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Jan. 01
quote:

OPM * chick, I hear "Hey Man, Nice Shot" was about Kurt Coabain


Actually, that song is not about Kurt Cobain. I was reading an interview with filter a few years ago and that song is actually about that congressman or senator that blew his head off on National TV in the 1980's. If i remember correctly, his name was Bud Dwyer. I think O and A have talked about that before when the guy was at the podium in front of a lot of people, and then took a gun out of an envelope and shot himself in the head. But that is what the song is about.

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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 05-14-2001 @ 5:18 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 00
Banana Juice, thanks for roooon it

I have the MPEG Movie file of Bud Dwywer LOL Black and white, but pretty cool



Funny how ev'rything was roses
When we held on to the guns

Write To Me Here

Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable?
Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music?



Banana_juice
posted on 05-15-2001 @ 8:32 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Jan. 01
quote:

Banana Juice, thanks for roooon it


OOPS.. my bad. sorry slash..

and I have only seen the bud dwyer tape once.. it is some fucked up stuff.

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OPM * chick
posted on 05-21-2001 @ 6:28 AM      
Psychopath
Registered: Mar. 01
Sine this went into the direction of the meaning behind songs, I'll add At The Drive In. The song's about how there's this place in Mexico where over 5,000 women have been raped and killed and the police didn't investigate or do anything about it. The video for it's the saddest thing I've ever seen.


~ Invalid Litter Dept. ~


intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
as their shoes gripped the dirt floor
in the silhouette of dying
dancing on corpses' ashes


yeah, they had plans for him
they has spun the last of the pimps
corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips
while the guillotine just laughed again
dancing on the corpses' ashes


paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of contraband


they had been defected and excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks


a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
semi-automatic colonies
and a silencing that still walks the streets


in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales performed
their custodial customs quite well


callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels


on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well





1st girl graduate of Jon Benet Norton's school of kid touching

~* here comes a storm in the form of a girl *~





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