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| The Painter 1/2 a bottle of Jack Daniels... it's a cure-all | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 5:21 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00  | This just seems to fit with some things I've read in off topic. Angry Young Man There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross And likes to be known as the angry young man Give a moment or two to the angry young man With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand He's been stabbed in the back he's been misunderstood It's a comfort to know his intentions are good And he sits in his room with a lock on the door With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor And he likes to be known as the angry young man I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage I found that just surviving was a noble fight I once believed in causes too I had my pointless point of view And life went on no matter who was wrong or right And there's always a place for the angry young man With his fist in the air and his head in the sand And he's never been able to learn from mistakes So he can't understand why his heart always breaks And his honor is pure and his courage is well And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man Yes there's always a place for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross And likes to be known as the angry young man  | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 5:49 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | The best damn Billy Joel song ever (and one hell of a funny movie too)... Easy Money You don't have to talk all night I'm a man who can't say no You don't have to twist my arm Just point me where you want to go Take me to the action Take me to the track Take me to a party if they're bettin' in the back I've been working all my life Can't afford to wait Let me call my wife so I can tell her I'll be late I want the easy Easy money Easy money I could get lucky Oh, things could go right I want the easy Easy money Easy money Maybe this one time Maybe tonight You don't have to try too hard I don't need a song and dance I don't need an invitation If you've got a game of chance Take me to the tables Take me to the fights Run me like the numbers Roll me like the dice When you're counting on a killing Always count me in Talk me into losin' just as long as I can win I want the easy Easy money Easy money I want the good times Oh, I never had I want the easy Easy money I want the good life I want it bad Easy money You say I fool myself But better me than being a fool for someone else I got a hot slot machine of a system Ready to go Easy money I got a one-track mind And a good reputation laying on the line I'll either come back a bum or a king Baby I don't know You don't have to start a fight I'm a man who can't say no If you've got a little risky business Just point me where you want to go Take me to the power Take me to the heat Take me to the cleaners If it's open to the street Something's got to pay off Something's got to break Someone's got a fortune that they're begging Me to take I want the easy Easy money Easy money I could get lucky Things could go right I want the easy Easy money Easy money Maybe just this time Oh maybe tonight Easy money Oh I don't want no hard cash I just want the easy money I could get lucky  | ||||
| mikeWOW | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 6:35 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Captain Jack Saturday night and you're still hangin' around You're tired of livin' in your one horse town You'd like to find a little hole in the ground for a while So you go to the village in your tie-dye jeans And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens It's like some pornographic magazine, and you smile But Captain Jack will get you high tonight And take you to your special island Captain Jack will get you by tonight Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin' Oh yeah, yeah Your sister's gone out, she's on a date And you just sit at home and masturbate Your phone is gonna ring soon, But you just can't wait, for that call So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes But still your fingers gonna pick your nose, after all But Captain Jack will get you high tonight And take you to your special island Captain Jack will get you by tonight Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin' Oh yeah, yeah So you decide to take a holiday You got your tape deck and your brand new Chevrolet Ah, but there's no place to go anyway and what for You've got everything, but nothin's cool They just found your father in the swimming pool And you guess you won't be going back to school anymore But Captain Jack will get you high tonight And take you to your special island Captain Jack will get you by tonight Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin' La da, da Oh yeah, yeah So you play your albums and you smoke your pot And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot Oh, but still you're aching for the things you haven't got, What went wrong And if you can't understand why your world is so dead And why you've got to keep in style and feed your head Well, you're twenty one and still you mother makes your bed And that's too long But Captain Jack will get you high tonight And take you to your special island Captain Jack will get you by tonight Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin' Yeah, Captain Jack will get you by tonight Yeah, Captain Jack will get you by tonight "i hate people that dont get it!" | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 6:36 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Could this possibly be going out to me;)? Resident Board Socialist Email me here IM me at stickysituation2 or pinkorag Webmaster of the Undergound Unofficial I Hate WhackBagKid Message Board I currently have brought into the International | ||||
| Lord Duvious | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 6:42 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | It might be a little played out, but there's not a better song to sing drunk: Piano Man It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" {Bridge} La la-la di-di da La-la di-di da, da dum {Refrain} Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feeling all right Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's a quick with a joke or a light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says "Bill, I believe this is killing me" As the smile ran away from his face "Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If could get out of this place" {Bridge} Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talking with Davey who's still in the Navy And probably will be for life And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinking alone {Refrain} It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see To forget about life for awhile And the piano sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say "Man, what are you doing here" {Bridge} {Refrain}  Proud Graduate of the AFDude Academy Now I have my wings | ||||
| lyneday
| posted on 07-31-2001 @ 7:27 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | ahhh piano man can never be played out.. i think billy joel is timeless with the majority of his songs This is the Time We walked on the beach beside that old hotel They're tearing it down now But it's just as well I haven't shown you everything a man can do So stay with me baby I've got plans for you This is the time to remember Cause it will not last forever These are the days To hold on to Cause we won't Although we'll want to This is the time But time is gonna change You've given me the best of you And now I need the rest of you Did you know that before you came into my life It was some kind of miracle that I survived Some day we will both look back And have to laugh We lived through a lifetime And the aftermath This is the time to remember Cause it will not last forever These are the days To hold on to Cause we won't Although we want to This is the time But time is gonna change I know we've got to move somehow But I don't want to lose you know Sometimes it's so easy To let a day Slip on by Without even seeing each other at all But this is the time you'll turn back and so will I And those will be the days you can never recall And so we embrace again Behind the dunes This beach is cold On winter afternoons But holding you close is like holding the summer sun I'm warm from the memory of days to come This is the time to remember Cause it will not last forever These are the days To hold on to But we won't Although we'll want to This is the time But time is gonna change You've given me the best of you But now I need the rest of you Honesty If you search for tenderness It isn't hard to find You can have the love you need to live But if you look for truthfulness You might just as well be blind It always seems to be so hard to give Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you I can always find someone To say they sympathize If I wear my heart out on my sleeve But I don't want some pretty face To tell me pretty lies All I want is someone to believe Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you I can find a lover I can find a friend I can have security Until the bitter end Anyone can comfort me With promises again I know, I know When I'm deep inside of me Don't be too concerned I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone But when I want sincerity Tell me where else can I turn Because you're the only one that I depend on Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you  I just can't believe all the things people say. Why must I deal with this shit every fucking day. ever stop to think ..... and forget to start again?? | ||||
| The Painter 1/2 a bottle of Jack Daniels... it's a cure-all | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 9:12 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Just reading Piano Man, and boy, who does it remind me of? Brother Joe! Just substitute guitar, for piano, and Tuesday at Bar 9, for Saturday. | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 10:52 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | quote:Very true, Painter, very true. quote:And the musicians' drinks smell like shit because of nasty water dripping from the pipes over the stage. | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 07-31-2001 @ 10:55 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Funny you should mention that Painter, because I was going to request Piano Man as a goof next week. You care to join us for once? BTW - i love the sig pic. It's funny how many people I actually know ask me about it.  Is my train in vain, has my soul gone to waste Am I just a victim of, a victim of my lost faith | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 1:37 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | It is my goal in life to memorize all the words of this song!! Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser aand Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc Roy hn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock" Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez CHORUS Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai" Lebanon, Charlse de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide Buddy Holly, "Ben Hur", space monkey, Mafia Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo CHORUS Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land" Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion "Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say CHORUS Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodsto, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan "Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore CHORUS We didn't start the fire But when we are gone Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...  | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 2:12 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | quote:Ahh, it's always refreshing to see that today's youth has their priorities in order. :-) | ||||
| Kim | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 7:12 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | quote: I actually memorized the words...I made my family nuts when the song came out -- I played it over and over until I got it down lol :) You're My Home When you look into my eyes and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul it always comes as a surprise when i feel my withered roots begin to grow well i never had a place that I could call my very own but that's all right my love cuz you're my home. when you touch my weary head and you tell me everything will be all right You say use my body for your bed and my love will keep you warm throughout the night well i'll never be a stranger and i'll never be alone wherever we're together that's my home. Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike Indiana's early morning dew high up in the hills of California home is just another word for you Well I never had a place that i could call my very own but that's all right my love cuz you're my home If i travel all my life and i never get stop and settle down long as i have you by my side there's a roof above and good walls all around you're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome i need you in my house cuz you're my home,.. you're my home.  The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation." "Nunc scio quit sit amor." "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo | ||||
| StayOutDaBushes | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 4:06 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | another great Billy Joel song, I also love many of the others posted and also Only the Good Die Young and River of Dreams. Scenes From An Italian Restaurant A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhap a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days Got a good job, got a good office Got a new wife, got a new life And the family's fine We lost touch long ago You lost weight I did not know You could ever look so good after So much time. I remember those days hanging out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the Popular steadies And the king and the queen Of the prom Riding around with the car top Down and the radio on Nobody looked any finer Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner We never knew we could want more Than that out of life Surely Brenda and Eddie would Always know how to survive. Brenda and Eddy were still going Steaday in the summer of '75 when they decided the marriage would Be at the end of July Everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that Kind of life." But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. They got an apartment with deep Pile carpet And a couple of paintings from Sears A big waterbed that they bought With the bread They had saved for a couple Of years They started to fight when the Money got tight And they just didn't count on The tears. They lived for a while in a Very nice style But it's always the same in the end They got a divorce as a matter Of course And they parted the closest Of friends Then the king and the queen went Back to the green But you can never go back There again. Brenda and Eddie had had it Already by the summer of '75 Fromhe high to the low to The end of the show For the rest of their lives They couldn't go back to The greasers The best they could do was Pick up the pieces We always knew they would both Find a way to get by That's all I heard about Brenda nd Eddie Can't tell you more than I Told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda And Eddie goodbye. A bottle of red, a bottle of white Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian Restaurant.  | ||||
| Lord Duvious | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 4:12 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | Scenes from an Italian Restaurant might be my favorite Billy Joel song ever. I love the part with the piano (is it a bridge, a piano solo? Sorry, I'm not musically inclined). Proud Graduate of the AFDude Academy Now I have my wings | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 08-01-2001 @ 11:39 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | quote: Of course, Ill only memorize them AFTER I've learned how to write with my toes. :) Another great Billy Joel Tune: Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question of when I've lived long enough to have learned The closer you get to the fire the more you get burned But that won't happen to us Because it's always been a matter of trust I know you're an emotional girl It took a lot for you to not lose your faith in this world I can't offer you proof But you're going to face a moment of truth It's hard when you're always afraid You just recover when another belief is betrayed So break my heart of you must It's a matter of trust You can't go the distance With too much resistance I know you have doubts But for God's sake don't shut me out This time you've got nothing to lose You can take it, you can leave it Whatever you choose I won't hold back anything And I'll walk a way a fool or a king Some love is just a lie of the mind It's make believe until its only a matter of time And some might have learned to adjust But then it never was a matter of trust I'm sure you're aware love We've both had our share of Believing too long When the whole situation was wrong Some love is just a lie of the soul A constant battle for the ultimate state of control After you've heard lie upon lie There can hardly be a question of why Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start But that can't happen to us Because it's always been a matter of trust | ||||
| Jennitalia | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 7:05 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Scenes from an Italian Restaurant is my favorite Billy Joel song, as well as these 2: She's Got A Way She's got a way about her I don't know what it is But I know that I can't live without her She's got a way of pleasin' I don't know what it is But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway She's got a smile that heals me I don't know why it is But I have to laugh when she reveals me She's got a way of talkin' I don't know why it is But it lifts me up when we are walkin' anywhere She comes to me when I'm feelin' down Inspires me without a sound She touches me and I get turned around She's got a way of showin' How I make her feel And I find the strength to keep on goin' She's got a light around her And ev'rywhere she goes A million dreams of love surround her ev'rywhere She comes to me when I'm feelin' down Inspires me without a sound She touches me and I get turned around She's got a smile that heals me I don't know why it is But I have to laugh when she reveals me She's got a way about her I don't know what it is, But I know that I can't live without her anyway Only The Good Die Young Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait You Catholic girls start much too late But sooner or later it comes down to fate I might as well be the one They showed you a statue and told you to pray They built you a temple and locked you away But they never told you the price that you pay For things that you might have done... Only the good die young You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud We might be laughing a bit too loud But that never hurt no one Come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal I'll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind Never lets in the sun And only the good die young You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation You got a brand new soul And a cross of gold But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information You didn't count on me When you were counting on your rosary They say there's a heaven for those who will wait Some say it's better but I say it ain't I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints Sinners are much more fun... And only the good die young You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation She never cared for me But did she ever say a prayer for me?  | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 7:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | i love threads of great music from before i was born... Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait You Catholic girls start much too late But sooner or later it comes down to fate I might as well be the one They showed you a statue and told you to pray They built you a temple and locked you away But they never told you the price that you pay For things that you might have done... Only the good die young You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud We might be laughing a bit too loud But that never hurt no one Come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal I'll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind Never lets in the sun And only the good die young You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation You got a brand new soul And a cross of gold But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information You didn't count on me When you were counting on your rosary They say there's a heaven for those who will wait Some say it's better but I say it ain't I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints Sinners are much more fun... And only the good die young You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation She never cared for me But did she ever say a prayer for me? last time, the insects got me, but  | ||||
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