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Post by Dr. Drum on Jun 30, 2004 6:15:59 GMT -5
Let you two go to a Slayer show without a chaperone and look what happens.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jun 30, 2004 12:13:47 GMT -5
Thank you for the poem Shane.  |
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I lived my dreams today, I lived it yesterday
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Post by angel on Jun 30, 2004 13:57:50 GMT -5
rockkid -i even downloaded it a coupla weeks back along with "What a Feeling (flashdance)" and Head over Heels by tears for fears, I need a Hero, Lets Hear it For the Boys and ....Ive Had the Time of My Life (dirty dancing) then i smoked a fat marley and had an 80s dance-off in my bedroom on a sunny saturday morning lmao
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angel
Struggling Artist
I lived my dreams today, I lived it yesterday
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Post by angel on Jun 30, 2004 13:58:17 GMT -5
a solo dance-off lofl
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angel
Struggling Artist
I lived my dreams today, I lived it yesterday
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Post by angel on Jun 30, 2004 14:13:19 GMT -5
so jesus and christina - when are we meeting up? shall we make a date for august some time?
lettuce know your schedules and we can liaise. we would love to meet one of our favourite rolling stoners, and his "special friend" (as my mum would say)
you can email me - jesus has my address - looking forwrd to hearing from one of you (to be fair, jllm is a bit of a slackass so we might have to bypass him, x-tina) lol
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Post by Meursault on Jun 30, 2004 21:29:29 GMT -5
i've been bred
to drink a little alcohol
i've been bred
to have a little fun
i've been bred
from tyranny and mutation
i've been bred
right in the deep end
the dirt under my nails
comes from playing guitar
the dirt on my face
says it's time for a vaccine
i've been bred
to slide under the radar
i've been bread
the crooked tree makes no home
i've been bred
impossible to settle down
i've been bred
to a slack string out of this town
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Post by Proud on Jun 30, 2004 22:07:46 GMT -5
now THAT's a real poem. run, chester bennington! run!
*drinks some alcoholic coffee* mm, 100 proof.
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Post by Thorngrub on Jul 1, 2004 11:11:07 GMT -5
LOVE the Blue Oyster Cult reference, Shaner (nice work).  |
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Post by strat-0 on Jul 1, 2004 11:30:02 GMT -5
Dominance (Submission)
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Post by Meursault on Jul 1, 2004 11:33:15 GMT -5
Canadian mounted baby, red & black, that's my color scheme.
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Post by strat-0 on Jul 1, 2004 15:17:16 GMT -5
With a whip... in my hand, baby
And a girl or a husky... at leather's end...
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Post by Meursault on Jul 1, 2004 20:17:24 GMT -5
...7 screaming Dizbusters!!!!!!
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Post by Meursault on Jul 1, 2004 20:17:53 GMT -5
The Blue Oystery Culty Shop.
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Post by stratman19 on Jul 1, 2004 20:34:34 GMT -5
I think I'm in heaven! |
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Post by Meursault on Jul 1, 2004 22:28:08 GMT -5
Song I wrote jsut tonight, i'm happy with it. It's kinda country soul...Shelby Lynne meets Van Morrison.
sing that song, you wrote just for me
you haven't sung it, in so long
you said you love me, never leave me
but now things have changed, and you've said so long so long (hold A chords into 2nd verse)
heaven closed behind you, when you took that plane
and these summers showers, have left me covered in rain
when it's hot, i still remember, all the good times
we had in vain they weren't all in vain, were they? (em am cm thingy here)
your the church
i use to pray at
but how can i praise you, when your so far away, and i can't touch you
when my head was heavy, you were my pillow
but now I AINT sleeping, not without you in my room, what am i going through
(instrumental solo or something)
how's the weather, where you are
i you hope feel me in sunshine, and the nights still-far away
so yeah, this what'd i tell you, if i could pick up the phone
but you've probably forgotten me, and moving on your way....but you'd know what i'd say...anyways
your the church
i use to pray at
but how can i praise you, when your so far away, and i can't touch you
when my head was heavy, you were my pillow
but now I AINT sleeping, not without you in my room, what am i going through
your the church
i use to pray at
but how can i praise you, when your so far away, and i can't touch you
when my head was heavy, you were my pillow
but now I AINT sleeping, not without you in my room, what am i going through
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