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« Reply #45 on: September 22, 2005, 09:41:00 PM »
LOVE STINKS   :tup:
J. Geils Band

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
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« Reply #46 on: September 22, 2005, 10:06:00 PM »
I like "No Anchovies, Please" from the same album.....
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« Reply #47 on: September 22, 2005, 10:24:00 PM »
No Anchovies Please J Geils

(Peter Wolf/Seth Justman) - 1981
Now some people think the world is what it ain't
To some I'm a sinner, to others a saint
Some folks say the world ain't what is is
All I know is I just got to take a wiz
Where am I goin' and where have I been
My head's in the clouds and my tail's in a spin
Jumpin' out of planes for the thrill of it all
Then I bounce back and take a Piss On The Wall
Politics - Shmolitics
They oughta save their breath
Mean streak - blue streak
They sentence me to death
Harangue me from a tree
Twist and shout until I crawl
Do the flip - do the flop
Piss On The Wall
Well the Yanks hate the Reds
And the Greeks hate the Turks
I really hate to say it
But they're all a bunch of jerks
Seems like everybody's shakin'
'Cause the big one's 'bout to fall
I'm just tryin' to hold it steady while I
Piss On The Wall
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« Reply #48 on: September 23, 2005, 01:13:00 PM »
That's "Piss On the Wall" , not "No Anchovies, Please".  You know, the one that ends "That bowling ball! It's my wife!"
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« Reply #49 on: September 23, 2005, 02:54:00 PM »
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On 2005-09-23 10:13:00, Anonymous wrote:

"That's "Piss On the Wall" , not "No Anchovies, Please".  You know, the one that ends "That bowling ball! It's my wife!""



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« Reply #50 on: September 23, 2005, 02:57:00 PM »
Flying on a free flight
Driving all night
With my machinery
'Cause I, I got the power
Any hour
To show the man in me
I got reputations
Blown to pieces
With my artillery
Whoa ho
I'll be guided in
We'll be ridin'
given what you got to me

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight

CHORUS:
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

Oh, Like a fever
Burning faster
You spark the fire in me
Crazy feelings
Got me reeling
They got me raising steam

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight
Yeah

CHORUS

Cut it
Let me, let me
Oooh

CHORUS

Oh

Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me give it all
Let me give it all
To you, to you

Give it all

If we choose to violate the rights of the innocent in order to discover and act against the guilty, then we have transformed our country into a police state and abandoned one of the fundamental tenants of a free society. In order to win the war on drugs, we must not sacrifice the life of the Constitution in the battle.
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« Reply #51 on: September 23, 2005, 03:02:00 PM »
Well, I'm upper upper class high society.
God's gift to ballroom notoriety.
And I always fill my ballroom, the event is never small.
The social pages say I've got the biggest balls of all.

I've got big balls, I've got big balls.
They're such big balls, and they're dirty big balls.
And he's got big balls. And she's got big balls.
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all!)

And my balls are always bouncing.
My balls are always full.
And everybody comes and comes again.
If your name is on the guestlist, no one can take you higher.
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!

I've got big balls. Oh, I've got big balls.
They're such big balls and they're dirty big balls.
And he's got big balls. And she's got big balls.
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all!)

Some balls are held for charity, and some for fancy dress.
But when they're held for pleasure they're the balls that I like best.
My balls are always bouncing to the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.

Oh, we've got big balls, we've got big balls.
We've got big balls, dirty big balls.
And he's got big balls, and she's got big balls.
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!

And I'm just itching to tell you about them!
Oh, we'll have such wonderful fun.
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...

...the people have a right to keep and bear arms.
-- Patrick Henry and George Mason Debates

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« Reply #52 on: September 25, 2005, 05:53:00 PM »
Violence is what you breed
Racism is what you breed
Hate is what you breed
What do you expect me to be ?

Peace brother, fuck you bastard
I don't need your false friendship
Freedom is a bunch of shit
This is world of shit

Misery is what we see
Murder is what we see
Ignorance is what we see
What do you expect me to be ?
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« Reply #53 on: September 26, 2005, 10:23:00 AM »
Worked the bars and sideshows along the twilight zone
Only a crowd can make you feel so alone
And it really hit home
Booze and pills and powders, you can choose your medicine
Well here's another goodbye to another good friend

After all is said and done
Gotta move while it's still fun
Let me walk before they make me run
After all is said and done
I gotta move, it's still fun
I'm gonna walk before they make me run

Watched the taillights fading, there ain't a dry eye in the house
They're laughing and singing
Started dancing and drinking as I left town
Gonna find my way to heaven, `cause I did my time in hell
I wasn't looking too good but I was feeling real well

After all is said and done
I gotta move I had my fun
Let us walk before they make me run

After all is said and done
I did alright, I had my fun
But I will waddle 'fore they make me run
But I will walk 'fore they make me run
I will walk 'fore they make me run
I will walk 'fore they make me run

After all is said and done
Gotta move, I had my fun
Let me walk before they make me run
I'm gonna walk before they make me run
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« Reply #54 on: September 26, 2005, 11:49:00 AM »
Talk to me softly
     There's something in your eyes
     Don't hang your head in sorrow
     And please don't cry
     I know how you feel inside I've
     I've been there before
     Somethin's changin' inside you
     And don't you know

     Don't you cry tonight
     I still love you baby
     Don't you cry tonight
     Don't you cry tonight
     There's a heaven above you baby
     And don't you cry tonight

     Give me a whisper
     And give me a sigh
     Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye
     Don't you take it so hard now
     And please don't take it so bad
     I'll still be thinkin' of you
     And the times we had... baby

     And don't you cry tonight
     Don't you cry tonight
     Don't you cry tonight
     There's a heaven above you baby
     And don't you cry tonight

     And please remember that I never lied
     And please remember
     How I felt inside now honey
     You gotta make it your own way
     But you'll be alright now sugar
     You'll feel better tomorrow
     Come the morning light now baby

     And don't you cry tonight
     An don't you cry tonight
     An don't you cry tonight
     There's a heaven above you baby
     And don't you cry
     Don't you ever cry
     Don't you cry tonight
     Baby maybe someday
     Don't you cry
     Don't you ever cry
     Don't you cry
     Tonight

All contemporary religions and churches, all and every kind of religious organization, Marxism has always viewed as organs of bourgeois reaction, serving as a defense of exploitation and the doping of the working-classes.
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« Reply #55 on: September 27, 2005, 09:25:00 AM »
Gimme Back My Bullets
(Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you

(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets

Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back... where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way

(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets

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« Reply #56 on: September 28, 2005, 12:51:00 AM »
One of my very favorite songs in the entire world
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Wonderful Tonight
by Eric Clapton
It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."
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« Reply #57 on: September 28, 2005, 05:39:00 PM »
Somebody calls me on the phone
Say hey-hey-hey is Dee Dee home
You wanna take a walk
You wanna go cop
You wanna go get some Chinese rock

I'm livin' on a Chinese rock
All my best things are in hock
I'm livin' on a Chinese rock
Everything is in the pawn shop

The plaster fallin' off the wall
My girlfriend cryin' in the shower stall
It's hot as a bitch
I should've been rich
But I'm just diggin' a Chinese ditch
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« Reply #58 on: September 28, 2005, 08:40:00 PM »
Avril Lavigne's Complicated? Much appreciated!

PS. The lyrics to Don't Cry... what a killer for anyone going through a break up when yous till love the person.
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« Reply #59 on: September 28, 2005, 09:12:00 PM »
Google it. Google is your friend.
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