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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: he's going the distance... | ||||
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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 07-05-2001 @ 12:49 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | cake Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags go up. Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank. Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns. Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn. As they speed through the finish, the flags go down. The fans get up and they get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone In her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, He's going the distance. No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping in time that her memories will fade. Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone In her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance.  | ||||
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 07-05-2001 @ 12:55 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch I need your understanding, I need your love so much you tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care but when I need you baby, you're never there on the phone long, long distance always through such strong resistance first you say you're too busy I wonder if you even miss me never there you're never there you're never, ever, ever, ever there a golden bird that flies away, a candle's fickle flame to think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game a golden bird that flies away, a candle's fickle flame to think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game you tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care but when I need you baby take the time to get to know me if you want me why can't you just show me we're always on this roller coaster if you want me why can't you get closer? never there you're never there you're never ever ever ever there  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Oh, I believe in yesterday's got nothing for me | ||||
| MoFunk | posted on 07-05-2001 @ 7:36 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 01 | great song.... my band does that one too | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 07-05-2001 @ 10:19 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | To me, Coming from you, Friend is a four letter word End is the only part of the word That I heard, Call me morbid or absurd, But To me, Coming from you, Friend is a four letter word To me, Coming from you, Friend is a four letter word End is the only part of the word That I heard, Call me morbid or absurd, But To me, Coming from you, Friend is a four letter word When I go fishing for the words I am wishing you would say to me, I am really only praying that The words you'll soon be saying Might betray The way you feel about me But to me, Coming from you, Friend is a four letter word  Feel like I’m living at the bottom of a grave. I wish you’d hurry up and execute me So I can be on my miserable way I don’t live today. This message was edited by Brokenjaw on 7-5-01 @ 10:21 AM | ||||
| Just Jon | posted on 07-06-2001 @ 1:01 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly. How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi? And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket? Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket? Now tickets to concerts and drinking at clubs, Sometimes for music that you haven't even heard of. And how much did you pay for your rock'n'roll t-shirt That proves you were there, That you heard of them first? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? Ah, tell me. How much did you pay for the chunk of his guitar, The one he ruthlessly smashed at the end of the show? And how much will he pay for a brand new guitar, One which he'll ruthlessly smash at the end of another show? And how long will the workers keep building him new ones? As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones. And how long will the workers keep building him new ones? As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones. Aging black leather and hospital bills, Tattoo removal and dozens of pills. Your liver pays dearly now for youthful magic moments, But rock on completely with some brand new components. How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? Excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking what they're selling. Your self-destruction doesn't hurt them. Your chaos won't convert them. They're so happy to rebuild it. You'll never really kill it. Yeah, excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking what they're selling. Excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking, You're drinking, You're drinking what they're selling. -----  E-mail: JustJon@opieanthony.com AIM: JonNeedsSN Adoptee: whodawhatawhata and MamA CaZ You listen to me! While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is I am a nay-sayer and a hatchet man in the fight against violence! I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King! My concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method...is love. I love you, Sheriff Truman. | ||||
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