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Offline Froderik

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Neil Young & Crazy Horse
« Reply #570 on: December 02, 2009, 09:16:29 PM »
BARSTOOL BLUES

If I could hold on to just one thought
For long enough to know
Why my mind is moving so fast
And the conversation is slow.
Burn off all the fog
And let the sun through to the snow
Let me see your face again
Before I have to go.

I have seen you in the movies
And in those magazines at night
I saw you on the barstool when
You held that glass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares
But I'll see you in my dreams
And I might live a thousand years
Before I know what that means.

Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths
His life was filled with parasites
And countless idle threats.
He trusted in a woman
And on her he made his bets
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths.
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #571 on: December 17, 2009, 06:43:18 PM »
Cisco kid.   was a friend 'a' mine.(War)
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If you would have justice in this world, then begin to see that a human being is not a means to some end.  People are not commodities.  When human beings are just to one another government becomes obsolete and real freedom is born; SPIRITUAL ANARCHY.

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P.I.L. - "Careering"
« Reply #572 on: December 17, 2009, 11:37:48 PM »
A face is raining
Across the border
The pride of history
The same as murder
Is this living

He's been careering
The steady hand as planned
Behind the reasoning
No claim for property
Both sides of the river
There is bacteria
Is this living

He's been careering
Trigger machinery
Mangle the military
No one should be there
Is this living

Blown into breeze
Scatter concrete
The jagged metal bad life
Manufactured
He's been careering
Is this living

A face is raining
Across the border
The pride of history
The same as murder
Is this living careering

There must be meaning
Behind the moaning
Spreading tales
Like coffin nails
Is this living
He's been careering
It's raining

I need to hide
Trigger machinery
I've been careering
Across the border
Is this living
Both sides of the river
There is bacteria
Armoured machinery
Mangled
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Tom Waits - "Tango 'Til They're Sore"
« Reply #573 on: December 22, 2009, 05:35:24 AM »
Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roar
The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore

Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'til I get back in town
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
So send me off to bed for evermore

Just make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town, and just
And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Will you send me off to bed for evermore

Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Send me off to bed for evermore, send me off to bed for evermore
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Daniel Johnston
« Reply #574 on: December 28, 2009, 08:26:21 AM »
I had lost my mind.
I lost my head for a while was off my rocker outta line, outta whack.
See I had this tiny crack in my head
That slowly split open and my brain snoozed out,
Lyin' on the sidewalk and I didn't even know it.
I had lost my mind.

Why, I was sitting in the basement when I first realized it was gone.
Got in my car, rushed right over to the lost and found.
I said, "Pardon me but I seem to have lost my mind."
She said, "Well can you identify it please?"
I said, "Why sure, it's a cute little bugger,
about yea big a little warped from the rain."
She said, "Well then sir, this must be your brain."
I said, "Thank you ma'am, I'm always losing that dang thing."

I had lost my mind.
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Urge Overkill - The Candidate
« Reply #575 on: January 09, 2010, 08:14:17 PM »
I am the candidate, I hope you're voting for me,
Candid candidate, making promises so easily
I am the candidate,
But I'm not your favorite son - you say
I hope you come out on election day

I am the candidate, but you don't need me,
Looking down like a satellite, oh, how I wish I could see.
I am the candidate,
But I'm not your favorite son - you say.
I hope to see you on election day.

All these people that I call friends,
Can't beleive what I've done.
I'm just a criminal lost on my own.
I've got to run, got to run, got to run, got to run...
I'm running

I am the candidate,
I am your candidate,
I hope you're voting for me...
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The Shaggs - "Philosophy Of the World"
« Reply #576 on: January 14, 2010, 10:17:36 AM »
Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got.
And the poor people want what the rich people's got.
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got.
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got.
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T.S.O.L. - "I'm Tired of Life"
« Reply #577 on: January 17, 2010, 10:46:47 AM »
I'm tired of looking (It's not in my vision)
I'm tired of seeing (I don't wanna see this)
I'm tired of hearing (Don't tell me your shit)
I'm tired of being (So why am I here?)

I'm tired of life (and all of its jokes)
Imaginary lines (to fool the fools)
Imaginary rules (to live your life by)
And all the worlds' fools

Life is so easy when you're told what to do
Where to work and how to be you
But the joke wears off and you're still laughing
Caught in your own trap and you're all happy

Too stupid to know it (Just try and use your head)
Too stupid to care (You've all been fooled)
Just one voice screaming (???)
Just one in a million (a little speck of flesh)
Who's gonna hear it (Scream till you die)
Who's gonna know it (your conscience your mind)
Who even cares (no one but yourself)
It's hopeless (You're hopeless)

Because of the process, because of the system,
Because you're still laughing, because you don't listen,
Because of the process, because of the system,
Because you're still laughing, because you don't listen.
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The Exploited - "Fuck The U.S.A."
« Reply #578 on: January 17, 2010, 02:29:52 PM »
There really is nothing nice about USA
You go to the hospital you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
they don't really bother about the radiation leak

FUCK THE USA

They keep their secrets undercover
the rich don't bother about those that suffer
this ain't the land of milk and honey
cause all they want is money money money

FUCK THE USA

Nuclear bombs are fuck all new
you'd better start running when they drop on you
run into a shelter, play hide and seek
cause when you die your body reeks

FUCK THE USA

There really is nothing nice about USA
You go to the hospital you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
they don't really bother about the radiation leak

FUCK THE USA
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #579 on: January 20, 2010, 10:18:01 PM »
Chase the gringo-rasta thru the field...WAR   :poison:  :peace:

Right on Frod.
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Black Sabbath
« Reply #580 on: January 21, 2010, 11:02:55 AM »
I need someone to show me
The things in life that I can find
I can't see the things
that make true happiness
I must be blind.
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The Clash
« Reply #581 on: January 28, 2010, 12:39:16 AM »
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Black man gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
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Daniel Johnston - Desperate Man Blues
« Reply #582 on: February 23, 2010, 04:51:02 PM »
There ain't no color in the sky, anymore
And I don't feel much like singing
Can't see what for
There ain't no comfort in this life, anymore
All that I can see that's ahead of me
Looks like such a chore
Maybe something will happen
To make it all better, better
Maybe something will come along
And make me happy, happy
There ain't no fun in living, anymore
And I don't feel much like living
Can't see what for
There ain't no life left in me
I feel a bit funny
Like a ghost with nowhere to go
My hope is gone and left me
A desperate man
There’s no spunk left in me
I feel so hollow in me
So empty, so empty, so empty, so empty
A big chunk of what I was is gone
And left me a desperate man
Now I'm a desperate man
A lonely, scared, sad, sorry man
And I just can’t see no color
In the sky, anymore
There's color there I'm sure
But it ain't mine and it's made me blind
A desperate man, desperate
I’m a desperate man
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Jack Shit--"Boney Was A Warrior"
« Reply #583 on: March 07, 2010, 07:28:33 AM »
Boney was a warrior
A warrior a terrier
Boney beat the Prussians
The Austrians, the Russians
Boney went to school in France
He learned to make the Russians dance
Boney marched to Moscow
Across the Alps through ice and snow

Boney was a Frenchy man
But Boney had to turn again
So he retreated back again
Moscow was in ruins then
He beat the Prussians squarely
He whacked the English nearly
He licked them in Trafalgar's Bay
Carried his main topm'st away

Boney went a crusing
Aboard the Billy Ruffian
Boney went to Saint Helen's
He never came back again
They sent him into exile
He died on Saint Helena's Isle
Boney broke his heart and died
In Corsica he wished he stayed
Boney was a warrior
A warrior a terrier
Boney was a warrior
A warrior a terrier
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Gavin Friday--"Baltimore Whores"
« Reply #584 on: March 07, 2010, 08:59:06 AM »
Four Old Whores
There were four old whores from Baltimore
Drinking beer and wine.
The topic of conversation was
"Mine is bigger than thine.'
cho: Roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,

Smell of my slimy slough.

Then drag your nuts across my guts,

I'm one of the whorey crew.
The first old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the air.
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
And never touch a hair."
The second old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the moon.
The men jump in, the men jump out,
And never touch the womb."
The third old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the sea.
The ships sail in, the ships sail out,
And leave their rigging free."
"You're a liar" said the fourth old whore
"Mine's the biggest of all.
The fleet sailed in on the first of June,
And didn't come out till fall."
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