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You snatch a tune, you a match a cigarette, She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet. I don't know how much more of this I can take. She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake.
Post by poopzilla33 on Jun 8, 2006 13:34:30 GMT -5
Vernon was a company man He had an Ex-wife and ex-kid An ex-dog an ex-house He played footsies with A dead mans spouse Then the Marlboro man Dug him an early grave He's a company man He's a company man
Broken bottles, broken glass $5 baggies on the ground And the evening sky rising high above This forgotten place we found Sirens wail back in the canyons We fled here to escape And I hold your hand and feel you shiver As the summer* swirls around your face --MARAH--
Post by venusinfurs on Jun 8, 2006 14:16:46 GMT -5
I think this might be better suited for our 'Sex' thread. ;D
Neptunes lips taste like fermented wine Perfumed blokes on the ginza line Running buck wild like a concubine Whos mother never held her hand Brief encounters in mercedes benz Wearing hepatitis contact lens Bed and breakfast getaway weekends With sports illustrated moms
I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists Ill let you be my chaperone At the halfway home Im a full grown man But Im not afraid to cry -"Sexx Laws", Beck
Post by suitcasemurphy on Jun 8, 2006 15:04:52 GMT -5
If You got LOVE Trouble, You got a bad woman you can't control..... I got Just the Thing for you. Something Called Controlling Hearts and get together drops! If you work to hard, and you need a little rest. Try my _____? Rub, or put some of my ball 's fixed jazz in your breakfast...
Try a little
Gris Gris -- Dr. John ( Ican't find the actual lyrics, and I can't detect that word from my copy) Some herb i think!
Post by famousblueraincoat on Jun 8, 2006 15:27:21 GMT -5
blind man on a canyon's edge of a panoramic scene maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random, dangling a string or slumped over in a vacant room head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin' If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic? Overextended the amount of time allotted Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible -Atmosphere
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 8, 2006 15:30:16 GMT -5
Its the rythmn of the rain that falls Its a cab ride at five a.m. Manhattan goddess with your Levis and curls New York City (TENNESEEE) I'm coming home again -MOE.!!!!
Post by venusinfurs on Jun 8, 2006 16:27:16 GMT -5
Overprescribed Under the mister We had survived to Turn on the History Channel And ask our esteemed panel Why are we alive? And here's how they replied You're what happens when two substances collide And by all accounts you really should have died -"Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left", Andrew Bird
Post by anima mundi on Jun 8, 2006 17:10:28 GMT -5
In the light of the moon, too soon In a hot air balloon, he crossed the sea Once an airship tycoon, turned buffoon Leaving his home marooned, attempted to flee The life he's begun.
And I need you to recognize my friends Cause they're there even though You don't see them They got their own chair, plate, and a seat You know I won't touch my food Unless they eat
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 9, 2006 10:55:26 GMT -5
Well come on in Come on in and lay me down now And relax 'Cause the world will collapse with you Turn your red light into blue Why do you keep running around like that?
Sit back 'Cause this is gonna take a while There's no shame in going in out of style Why do you keep running around like that
The top brass don't like him Talking so much And he won't play What they say to play And he don't want to change What don't need to change
There goes the last DJ Who plays what he wants to play Who says what he wants to say Hey, hey, hey There goes your freedom of choice There goes the last human voice There goes the last DJ --- newer lesser known Petty, The Last DJ
Post by AintNoFreedom on Mar 26, 2007 21:52:54 GMT -5
"She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" Well! The nurse jumped back, She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died."
Ok, these guys won't be at Bonnaroo (even though I wish they were), but the lyrics are fitting nonetheless
Listen! You'll hear it. We're gettin' near it. It's comin' I can feel it.
- The Flaming Lips, Goin' On
Gouge, you were just one year early on this one. Nice Thread Resurrection.
WE GO OUT IN STORMY WEATHER WE RARELY PRACTICE DISCERN WE MAKE LOVE TO SOME WEIRD SIN WE SEEK OUT THE TACITURN
THAT'S THE WAY WE GET BY
WE FOUND A NEW KIND OF DANCE IN A MAGAZINE TRIED IT OUT IT'S LIKE NOTHING YOU EVER SEEN YOU SWEET TALK LIKE A COP AND YOU KNOW IT YOU BOUGHT A NEW BAG OF POT, SAID LET'S MAKE A NEW START
AND THAT'S THE WAY TO MY HEART THAT'S THE WAY WE GET BY
Post by specialist on Mar 26, 2007 23:09:15 GMT -5
There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet The curlews carve their Arabesques And sorrow fills the silence all around Come and see
Decemberists - The Island
woke up in the 20s. there were flappers and fruits in white suits. it was right before the crash. we got thrashed throughout the 30s. queuing up for soup in scabby sores. and they sent us off to war. we came back in the 40s. there were wheelchairs, guns and tickertape. we poured it on the floor and made love to the interstates. we got shiftless in the 50s. holding hands and going steady. twisting into dark parts of big midwestern cities. tripped right through the 60s with some blissful little hippie. some kennedys got shot while you were screwing san francisco. the 70s got heavy we woke up on bloody carpets. got tangled up in gaslines. i guess that's where it started. the 80s almost killed me let's not recall them quite so fondly. some kennedy o.d. while we watched on mtv. in the 90s we were wired and well connected. put it all down on technology and lost everything we invested.
"A they all came to party, and there's four to every stall, It gets frus-ta-ratin', a just a pissin' on this wall, Seems like there's another story bangin', Around every step you fake. Spiral Staircase goin' down, Paint your body red and brown, On our knees, we'll feast on a sex show."
