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Post by sdirt » Tue Apr 03, 2007 4:00 pm

"Pussywhipped" S.O.D.

Walk the dog, do the dishes
Your lips are brown from kissing ass
Sorry guys I can't make it
Maybe next time, think I'll pass
Don't make her mad, don't make her sad
A fate for you that's worse than death
you're a slave and you don't know it
It always happens to the best

[CHORUS]
Pussywhipped, Pussywhipped
Don't you know you're pussywhipped
Pussywhipped, Pussywhipped
Don't you know you're pussywhipped

She wants to be involved with you
In every little thing you do
Always has to add her two cents
It's obvious who wears the pants
Your friends all hate you, you don't care
Cause you've been trapped in her lair
And hopefully on day you'll see
That pussy can be caught for free
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

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Post by sdirt » Tue Apr 03, 2007 4:01 pm

"Procreation (Of The Wicked)" Celtic Frost

You are blind - Deny the sun and light
Whose are the objections - From where come the doubts

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

Serenades of opposition - Absurdity, humans fate and hope
True reflections of community - Procreation of the gods and lords

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

Cain and Abel's love and death - Love and hate is what we are
Dagger and grail are- Fallen of the altar

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

"Mysteries of perversity"
"I've killed this old man, because he limped
I've done it because he shouldn't have to do it"

If god raised the abyss - you'd procreate your own
Abolism of death is - Abolism of life

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked
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Post by sdirt » Tue Apr 03, 2007 4:06 pm

"Swing Of The Axe" Possessed

Ripping tearing slashing the axe
The blood starts to flow the axe of pain
Running for safety eyes start to bleed
Red is the sight of evil pain

Swing of the axe the curse is on you
Returning to take you away
Swing of the axe your evil deeds
Friend of Satan he will succeed

You had your choice
You chose your ways
You took the devil he's wrong
Your mind is mistaken
Your soul has been taken
Your brain's been twisted and lost

I can see
The river of flames
Where you'll be cast and thrown
Heavens of fire
At Satan's desire
Hell is now your home

Sin after sin
Your brains are crushed in
This is the way that you want
Wrong from the start
You weren't so smart
Making the choice that will haunt
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Post by Paul Crisman » Sat Apr 07, 2007 4:43 pm

Harry Nielson said it well, in three song on the LIME and The coconut romp
I'll never leave you alone I'll never leave just a memory, I'll never leave you alone in the garden where nothing grows I love you so much Lady goes on if ya know it youll know my point, Can't LIVE if living is without you. Your breaking my heart your tearing it apart so fuck you.


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Time to start living again

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Post by skipp666 » Tue Apr 10, 2007 11:37 am

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Run it!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!

Yeah!

Yeah!
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].

WWMKD?

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RIP Mr. Reed :whine:


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Post by skipp666 » Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:26 am

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and mean while back

In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and mean while back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].

WWMKD?

[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]

RIP Mr. Reed :whine:

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Post by Jenzy » Tue Apr 24, 2007 10:24 am

Keeping the Faith
by Billy Joel

If it seems like I've been lost
In let's remember
If you think I'm feeling older
And missing my younger days
Oh, then you should have known
Me much better
Cause my past is something that never
Got in my way
Oh no

Still I would not be here now
If I never had the hunger
And I'm not ashamed to say
The wild boys were my friends
Oh
Cause I never felt the desire
'Til their music set me on fire
And then I was saved, yeah
That's why I'm keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith

We wore matador boots
Only Flagg Brothers had them with the Cuban heel
Iridescent socks with the same color shirt
And a tight pair of chinos
Oh
I put on my shark skin jacket
You know the kind with the velvet collar
And ditty-bop shades
Oh yeah
I took a fresh pack of Luckies
And a mint called Sen-Sen
My old man's Trojans
And his Old Spice after shave
Oh
Combed my hair in a pompadour
Like the rest of the Romeos wore
A permanent wave
Yeah
We were keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith

You can get just so much
From a good thing
You can linger too long
In your dreams
Say goodbye to the
Oldies but goodies
Cause the good ole days weren't
Always good
And tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

Learned stickball as a formal education
Lost a lot of fights
But it taught me how to lose O.K.
Oh
I heard about sex
But not enough
I found you could dance
And still look tough anyway
Oh yes I did
I found out a man ain't just being macho
Ate an awful lot of late night drive-in food
Drank a lot of take-home pay
I thought I was the Duke of Earl
When I made it with a red-haired girl
In the Chevrolet
Oh yeah
We were keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith

You know the good ole days weren't
Always good
And tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

Now I told you my reasons
For the whole revival
Now I'm going outside to have
An ice cold beer in the shade
Oh
I'm going to listen to my 45's
Ain't it wonderful to be alive
When the rock 'n' roll plays
Yeah
When the memory stays
Yeah
I'm keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith
I'm keeping the faith
Yes I am


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Post by sdirt » Thu Apr 26, 2007 4:21 pm

"My Infinity" Meathook Seed

Envolvement lacked, On your part, Mutual feelings, Unfulfilled, Lack of Trust, A circumstance, A wall is built, On disbelief, No chance to expand a new beginning shattered. Suffocate the Sprout... Suffocate the Sprout. A place I try to reach, Disconnected, Throw it away.... Turn yourself off, Throw it away... unwilling to try Inevitable denied, Envolvement lacked, On your part, Mutual feelings, Unfulfilled, Lack of Trust, A circumstance, A wall is built, On disbelief, No chance to expand a new beginning shattered. Suffocate the Sprout... Suffocate the Sprout. A place I try to reach, Disconnected, Throw it away.... Turn yourself off, Throw it away... unwilling to try Inevitable denied, My infinity, Or so it fucking seems, To never fucking change, never fucking changing,
Inevitable Denied
Inevitable Denied
Inevitable Denied
Inevitable Denied......
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Post by sdirt » Thu Apr 26, 2007 4:30 pm

"Mazuraan" O.L.D.

Marzuraan marzuraan
Screaming faces on his hand
Marzuraan marzuraan
Bastard taking what he can
Marzuraan has a plan
Leave me drowning in the sand
Marzuraan marzuraan
Bastard... I am marzuraan

Screaming faces
On my hand
I am
Marzuraan
Screaming faces
On my hand
I am
Marzuraan
He like
I take
I am...

Marzuraan marzuraan
Bastard taking what I can
Marzuraan has a plan
Leave me drowning in the sand
(He like I take)

Marzuraan is who I am
Marzuraan is who we are
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

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Post by sdirt » Thu Apr 26, 2007 4:36 pm

"Locust Furnace" Godflesh

The earth, Froze up
One dead, Pale world
And you'll swing, From the reaping hook (hearth?)
And you'll die, By a reaping hook (hearth?)

Locust, Locust
Furnace, Furnace

Corruption, In the goat herd
Flesh crumbles, In the real world

Silence
Barren
My furnace
Appealed
The locust furnace

Earth, Earth

Furnace, Furnace...
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

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Post by skipp666 » Tue May 01, 2007 1:40 pm

What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the same. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. My blood before me begs meopen up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me. Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down. And the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times. I could have cried then. I should have cried then. And as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].

WWMKD?

[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
- Skipp666 (Oct. 5th, 2007)[/SIZE]

RIP Mr. Reed :whine:

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Post by sdirt » Mon May 07, 2007 5:35 pm

"Technocratic Manipulators" VOIVOD

I've passed the entry of the system
They taught me with an anthem
It seems like I'm one of them
A kind of people I can't describe
They got a number between their eyes
Identity has been commanded
Subconscious has recorded
The orders from the big head
I'm now a part of this machine
Supervised by the telescreen
That's not for me, too much for me
That's all for me
And they're going nowhere
To find better somewhere
But can't get out of there
During the night my soul is hearing
Usual advertising
Message that I'm still learning
One thousand times it's a routine
Should be enough to fall asleep
That's not for me, too much for me
That's all for me
And they're going nowhere
To find better somewhere
But can't get out of there
Is it the same message
For the preconceived children ?
Let me know, before I go...
Death of their liberty
Feeds the supremacy
Under hypnosis I take a walk
Controlled people have to stop
Robotic voice starts to talk
Why we must be listening
I think we all had the same dreams
And they're going nowhere
To find better somewhere
But can't get out of there
I'd rather think
But there's something strong
I'd rather think
But there's something wrong
I'd rather think (6)
I'd rather think
Coz my mind despairs
I'd rather think
Coz I can't live there
I'd rather think...think !
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Post by sdirt » Mon May 07, 2007 5:38 pm

"Pre-Ignition" VOIVOD

Hey you
Tell me, what's your call name
Closed negative display
Engaged on section three
The acrid factories
You

Putrid perfect product
Proper platinum parts
Proficient prototypes
Steadily spew from these pipes
Are you

Generated by waste
Arid quarry displaced
Environmental squeeze
Aluminum disease
You

Conscious of origin
Intent is in the wind
Atmosphere infected
Descendants defected
Are you

Novel stroke of design
Or relics from this mine
Casually choke
Noxious nourishment
Embodied illicit cure
Ground and rock and sand
Come crumble tumble down
Grinding round
The hydraulic wheel
Extraction
The ultimate greed
Now...hidden from view
Surveying stable shifts
A feeble groove
Unintentional split
Then they return to work
As if they're not disturbed
Cybernetic beings
Omniscent regiment
Thriving with vigor
Incessant loom

An assumed order
Auspicious tool
Franticly flow
Spumous sediment
Remedied, neurotic fuse
Ground and rock and sand
Come crumble tumble down
Yonder sound an echoing gong
Disjunction
Of their disowned gods
Now...some are set free
Emotions flood their gaze
Synthetic breed
The pre-ignition phase

Pre-ignition
Flares up in you
Pre-ignition
Provokes me too
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Post by sdirt » Mon May 07, 2007 5:44 pm

"Events In Concealment" Deathrow

Nowadays the essential crimes of blue
Take place behind closed black doors
Unrevealed, at green tables discussed
To paint over the grey with colors

Their projectors are pointed at you
In the want of clearness they're undisturbed
Blinded by the gladly seen light
But appearences are deceptive cause they treat us like dirt

The cause are too extensive
Inference is disincentive
The consequences are insignificant
Signals too weak and population unobservant
We walk with blinkers in the corridor
Which is embraced from "causes-consequences-walls"
They are immaculated

You wear glasses with pink-tinted lenses
'Cause colored pictures set at rest the minds
They have an alibi and a clean slate
But if you look twice, dirt is what you'll find

They place the beautiful face into the foreground
For fear, so you don't see the flaggelated back
The mediums, the "subjective objectivity-support"
They hide and seek and thereby break our neck

The causes will be rash decided
From irresponsibility guided
The consequences won't be prevented
No opponents and noone who is reprehended
The walls which hug the corridor
Have indeed windows and doors
But you will be sobered
They are walled up

Do you know the paradisiac state ?
A state of programmed end
Paradoxical ongoings, ongoings are prevalent
Our conduct enforce a day
And this day is not pleasant
The cause for this "gift" are all the concealed events

The day will come when you're impeached for false pretence
And space will be filled with laughter
You know the paradisiac state
A state of programmed end
Paradoxial world, a world in retirement
Our conduct is typified, typified
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Post by sdirt » Mon May 07, 2007 5:47 pm

"Argonne Forrest" Watchtower

red memories of ypres,so long ago
fiery troops left as smoldering embers
broken dreams,shattered like glass
the edges still sharp,to slash and dismember

wasted lives? or noble ends?-innocent victims,lay staring in wonder..
troubled minds go over the edge,fall to the ground, and are torn asunder....

battle weary patriots,in blood stained uniforms...
trading death with the enemy,in the volleying cannon storms...

noble lives, with wasted ends-fates are controlled by impersonal friends..
fragile lives,hang on delicate threads...
woven through hell-and cut short.

charging towards,the battlefront,..attacking underfire
injured soldiers in the aftermath,waiting in pain,to die!
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

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Post by sdirt » Mon May 07, 2007 5:50 pm

"Collapse Into Despair" Confessor

confronted with illusions
of twisted untold dreams
a fragment piece of none
falls slowly into place

collapse into despair
who will you find there
collapse into despair

I, I've endured in doubt
rapture's just a dream
to placate my mind
I must placate my soul

sorrow is all I feel today
Tomorrow is just another day

Darkness confronting all my dreams
Wasting away towards tomorrow's pain
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Post by sdirt » Mon May 07, 2007 5:54 pm

"Frozen Rapture" Cathedral

You gave to me
Affection I couldn't see
It felt like a rope
Tightening on me

Frozen rapture
Your warmth I couldn't trace
Echoed laughter
Bring sadness to my face
Hereinafter
Plagued by my own embrace

In my frailty
Your splendour did penetrate
Onto the cold
Floors of responsiveness

Frozen rapture
Your warmth I couldn't trace
Echoed laughter
Bring sadness to my face
Plagued by my own embrace

Buried within walls
Of ex-communication
Torch light never shines
Upon my isolation
"There can be no fifty-fifty Americanism in this country. There is room here for only 100 per cent Americanism, only for those who are Americans and nothing else."

-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Post by skipp666 » Wed May 09, 2007 10:29 am

Truckin got my chips cashed in. keep truckin, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, new york, detroit and its all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New yorks got the ways and means; but just wont let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time theyre sittin and cryin at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you dont layem down,

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

What in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isnt the same
Livin on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is aint it a shame?

Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.

Sittin and starin out of the hotel window.
Got a tip theyre gonna kick the door in again
Id like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess youre gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin pin.
Knocked down, it gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

Youre sick of hangin around and youd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin and you want to settle down.
I guess they cant revoke your soul for tryin,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.
Hey now get back truckin home.
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Originally Posted by Shitcock Jr
Skipp and the Spice 5[the first pressing of "Douche, the cleaner of the beast" gets my fist in the air everytime!!!].

WWMKD?

[SIZE="1"]"Fatwa has been declared on my ass by the Joanothin. AKA Hippie Gnome."
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RIP Mr. Reed :whine:

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Post by Chris Slack » Wed May 09, 2007 11:28 am

Shining -Submit To Self-Destruction

Cruel punishment of self-destruction, a way of letting him in
Burning flesh, repenting sins of past
A hope of future bliss but my soul is doomed to slavery
My wounds can not be counted in numbers - all everything for his glory!
A solid trip with a dark desire to deprave the (remaining) chastity of my haunted soul
Pale, hungry i wait for his command...
Bitter is the journey to hell - for i must bow before the fires of hell
A child of the dark, a hunter, with a blessing of evil,
That is a curse with which i wander - hand in hand
This is a leason in demonic possession
Possession of evil - possession of my lovely end...
"Regrettable... I was hoping for a colleague, but at least we have
another experimental subject..." -Mesa of Lost Women

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Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip - "Thou Shalt Always Kill"

Post by Blake NWR » Wed May 09, 2007 8:10 pm

Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile - Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME. (note: this references a magazine, not Kurt's band)
Thall shalt not stop likin' a band just 'cause they’ve b'come popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thall shalt not buy Coca-Cola products. Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants - Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you done your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles - Were just a band.
Led Zepplin - Just a band.
The Beach Boys - Just a band.
The Sex Pistols - Just a band.
The Clash - Just a band.
Crass - Just a band.
Minor Threat - Just a band.
The Cure - Were just a band.
The Smiths - Just a band.
Nirvana - Just a band.
The Pixies - Just a band.
Oasis - Just a band.
Radiohead - They're just a band.
Bloc Party - Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band.
The Next Big Thing - JUST A BAND.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.
When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”.
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.

[Ah, forgot where I was, hang on]

Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at the club last night by saying “Is it.”
Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always, thou shalt always... kill.
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Post by Jenzy » Sun May 13, 2007 9:01 pm

Lowdown
by Boz Skaggs

Baby's into running around
Hanging with the crowd
Putting your business in the street talking out loud
Saying you bought her this and that
And how much you done spent
I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent
Hey boy you better bring the chick around
To the sad truth the dirty lowdown

(Who I wonder who) taught her how to talk like that
(Who I wonder who) gave her that big idea

Nothing you can't handle nothing you ain't got
Put the money on the table and drive it off the lot
Turn on that ole lovelight and turn a maybe to a yes
Same old schoolboy game got you into this mess
Hey son better get back to town
Face the sad old truth the dirty lowdown

(Who I wonder who) put those ideas in your head
(Who I wonder who) yeah
Come on back down little son
Dig the low low low low lowdown

You ain't got to be so bad got to be so cold
This dog eat dog existence sure is getting old
Got to have a Jones for this Jones for that
This running with the Joneses boy
Just ain't where it's at
You gonna come back around
To the sad sad truth the dirty lowdown

(Who I wonder who) got you thinking like that boy
(Who I wonder who)
(Who I wonder who said who I wonder who)
Oh look out for that lowdown
That dirty dirty dirty dirty lowdown
(Who I wonder who ohh ohh)
Got you thinking like that
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"

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Post by Jenzy » Sun May 13, 2007 9:08 pm

Miss Riddle
by Boz Skaggs


Hey Miss Riddle, I'm stuck in the middle again
I don't know how but you've got me playing both ends
of a game I should know all about
but you came and turned inside out
Hey Miss Riddle, I'm stuck in the middle again.

It's a long way home, it's late and yet we pretend
It's a long way home, you called last night "just friends"
So cool, so clear, so nonchalant, so absolutely what I want
Hey Miss Riddle, I'm stuck in the middle again.

I've heard a lot of talk about how you were sizing me up,
A line or two you've dropped about but don't let me interrupt
Your game, Miss Riddle, I'm stuck in the middle again.

I've found out why those birds go looking for spring
I've found out what those dizzy heights can bring
'cuz I've found your lips are awfully nice
one stop south of paradise
Whatcha say Miss Riddle, I say we do it again.

Hey Miss Riddle, I'm stuck in the middle again
I don't know how but you've got me playing both ends
of a game I should know all about
but you came and turned inside out

Hey Miss Riddle, I'm stuck in the middle...again.
Whatcha say Miss Riddle, I say we do it again.
It's a long way home
Whatcha say we stop it.
Whatcha say we drop it.
Whatcha say Miss Riddle, I say we do it again...
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"

~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]

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These lyrics just don't do the real song justice but. . .

Post by Jenzy » Thu May 17, 2007 7:52 pm

Take My Hand
by Ben Harper and Blind Boys of Alabama

Lord I work to serve you
And I hope I've served you well
Oh - I've lived a life to join you
And now only time will tell

Oh - Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home

Father dear father
Pulled his car to the side of the road
Looked at his children with tears in his eyes
Said life is too heavy a load

Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home

Some days I'm struck with sorrow
Need a place to hide
There's nowhere else you can put life
But way down deep inside

Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home

Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand to lead you home
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home

Take my hand...
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"

~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]

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Post by Jenzy » Thu May 17, 2007 8:44 pm

Three Point One Four
by Bloodhound Gang

My last girlfriend didn't like me thought she might be,
Most likely a dyke she just didn't excite me,
Lefty? Yeah but that was alright,
She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn't that bright,
My mistake she was more flaky than a leper colony,
I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company,
Ass like a donkey acting funky gave her "L" now she's a flunky,
So my love for her died quicker than a batch of Sea Monkeys,
Early bird gets the worm spread your legs or spread the word,
So what if I'm not the smartest peanut in the turd,
I'm white which goes with everything but I can come in any color,
And I'm looking for the kind of girl that reminds me of my mother,
But it's hard to find a girl with a viper tattooed on her tushy,
And how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their pussies?
Like em' easy and hot and sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat, gee,
You know what I really want in a girl? Me,

I need to find a new vagina,
Any kind of new vagina,
It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina,
Calvin Klein? Kind of North Carolina,

Women are like dog, doo, hear me through don't interrupt,
It's just the older that they are the easier they get to pick-up,
I'd fill the generation gap clean the cobwebs from her rafters,
Old hens would rather put out than be put out to the pasture,
No age just ain't a gauge I like my girls like my cheese,
Preferably for me fat-free American singles only,
I want my next chick anorexic, the winner is the thinner,
Won't have to take her skinny ass out to a fancy dinner,
Like Sizzler she got a beef we'll chew the fat,
If I forget to put the seat up I can put up with her crap,
Let her lash out and crack the whip but not in bed I don't play rough,
No I can't be tied down with a girl that wants me tied up,
Just independent like NOFX ,smart like Janeane Garafolo,
She'd use big words to make fun of me so that I would never know,
Bestow upon me all her wisdom of the Dewey Decimal System, gee,
You know what I really want in a girl? Me,

I need to find a new vagina,
Any kind of new vagina,
It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina,
Kevin Klein? Kind of South Carolina,
Vagina vagina vagina vagina,
Vagina vagina vagina vagina.
[font="Arial Black"][color="White"]"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"

~John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"[/color][/font]

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Just for Skipp666

Post by Evil Red » Fri May 18, 2007 2:59 am

My little buttercup has the sweetest smile
Dear little buttercup, won't you stay awhile
Come with me where moonbeams paint the sky
And you and I might linger in the sweet by and by, oh...

Dear little buttercup, with your eyes so blue
Oh little buttercup, you' re a dream come true
You and I will settle down in a cottage built for two
Oh, dear little buttercup, I love you...

Everybody !

My little buttercup, has the sweetest smile
Dear little buttercup won't you stay awhile
You and I will settle down in a cottage built for two, oh

Dear little buttercup
Sweet little buttercup,
My little buttercup
I love you
I made the Devil do it.


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