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Post by Dr. Drum on Oct 22, 2006 7:04:07 GMT -5
Really enjoying this one right now...
I Will Kill Again
(Jarvis Cocker)
Build yourself a castle
Keep your friendlies safe from harm
Get into classical music
Raise rabbits on a farm
Log on in the night-time
Drink a half bottle of wine
Buy a couple of records
Look at naked girls from time to time
And people tell me, "What a real nice guy you are."
So come on serenade me on your acoustic guitar
But don’t believe me if I claim to be your friend
Cause given half the chance I know that I will kill again
I will kill again
And wouldn’t it be nice for all the world to live in peace?
And no one gets ill or ever dies
Or dies of boredom at the very least
And people tell me, "What a real nice guy you are."
So come on serenade me on your acoustic guitar
And don’t believe me if I claim to be your friend
Cause given half the chance I know that I will kill again
I will kill again (x6)
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 25, 2006 11:55:46 GMT -5
Come to think of it, those lyrics are really nice, Drum!
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Post by Fuzznuts on Dec 4, 2006 9:28:27 GMT -5
Treble in Trouble
(Ted Leo and the Pharmacists)
Hey, you’re in trouble, friend.
Borrowing time ‘til you get hurt again.
How many times you gave blood --
that many times you gave up
trying to stretch your check-book
‘til month’s end.
It’s my mind to walk this line,
banking on the fact that I’ll be fine.
But I got a friend who’s systems fail
and if she can’t even afford that cocktail,
the treble down there’s creeping up behind…
‘Cause when the C.D.C. spreads fear, who’ll ease the trouble down there?
And when the N.I.H. runs scared, who’ll ease the trouble down there?
And when the A.M.A. don’t care, who’ll ease the trouble down there?
Oh you’re in trouble…
Trouble! Trouble!
Hey, you’re in trouble, friend.
Borrowing time ‘til you get hurt again.
How many times you gave blood --
that many times you gave up
trying to stretch your check-book
‘til month’s end.
It’s my mind to walk this line,
banking on the fact that I’ll be fine.
But I got a friend who’s systems fail
and if she can’t even afford that cocktail,
the treble down there’s creeping up behind…
‘Cause when the C.D.C. spreads fear, who’ll ease the trouble down there?
And when the N.I.H. runs scared, who’ll ease the trouble down there?
And when the A.M.A. don’t care, who’ll ease the trouble down there?
Oh you’re in trouble…
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Post by Paul on Dec 20, 2006 10:56:15 GMT -5
Brainwashed by the Kinks:
You look like a real human being
But you dont have a mind of your own
Yeah, you can talk, you can breathe
You can work, you can stitch, you can sew
But youre brainwashed
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees
Youve got a job and a house
And a wife, and your kids and a car
Yeah, youre conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And be happy to be where you are
Yes you are
Get down on your knees
Get down on your knees
The aristocrats and bureaucrats
Are dirty rats
For making you what you are
Theyre up there and you re down here
Youre on the ground and theyre up with the stars
All your life theyve kicked you around and pushed you around
Till you cant take any more
To them youre just a speck of dirt
But you dont want to get up off the floor
Mister youre just brainwashed
They give you social security
Tax saving benefits that grow at maturity
Yeah, youre conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And to do what they want you to
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees
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Post by phil on Jan 7, 2007 12:02:30 GMT -5
With all this "Homeland Security" stuff, romance in airport sure ain't what it used to be ...  Donald Fagen Security Joan Lyrics Well I guess I needed a miracle If I was gonna make my flight I had to get to gate C13 And it was still way out of sight Something in my carry on bag Tipped off the x-ray machine 'Cause then an angel straight from heaven asked me to 'step behind that screen' And when I felt the wand sweep over me You know I never felt so clean Well you won't find my name on your list Honey you know I ain't no terrorist Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone You know I love you, Security Joan I hung out at the Starbucks 'til just around boarding time Then I strolled on back to the checkpoint Just one thing on my mind She flashed that crooked smile and said 'Well I believe you missed your flight'. I said 'There's been a minor change of plan, And I'll be stayin' for one more night'. I could tell from the way she looked at me Everything was gonna be all right Well you won't find my name on your list Honey you know I ain't no terrorist Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone You know I love you, Security Joan Search me now! |
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Post by Thorngrub on Jan 11, 2007 15:11:07 GMT -5
Young Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay) was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph, opening the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace
There was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace
Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace
Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed, tears wide open
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only blackened skeletons
It's found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace
Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace
"And this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace
Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the road to peace
In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace
The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?
And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He's out upon the road to peace
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace.
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Post by maarts on Mar 14, 2007 7:09:36 GMT -5
I, man, am regal - a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I'm Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see god?
"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won't lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa's a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No "x" in "Nixon"
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi," I moan
"A Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Oh no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog
(Bob, Weird Al Yankovic)
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