The Lyrics thread

[Froderik]

This is the ultimate Private Strip Show song. woo hoo

   ::evil::  

[Froderik]

When the people of the country have forgotten how to disagree
And the national economy is said to be O.K.
And the wages that you get will help you to forget
Will you keep your ideologies or throw them all away?

When the system has you beaten even now you haven't eaten
Cos you can't afford to eat and drink to keep your brain alive
You blame the system for the weather but carry on as ever
You go to work at half past eight and come back home at five

You can go blue in the face talking about about the human race
How they got to outer space but it never stopped the wars
And how the whole of this humanity is based on greed and vanity
The ones who make decisions are the ones who make the laws

But you're still in this society so what's your main priority?
Remain in the majority who never really cared?
Or cultivate the hate to annihilate the state
Are you prepared to die for your beliefs or just to dye your hair?

The anarchist, the nihilist, but can you prove that you exist
To a population who insist you're just a bunch of fakes?
You cannot change the system 'til you change your own restrictions
Communication and conviction got to kick until it breaks

[Froderik]

My smile is stuck
I cannot go back to your Frownland
My spirit's made up of the ocean
And the sky 'n' the sun 'n' the moon
'n' all my eyes can see
I cannot go back to your land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom
I want my own land
Take my hand and come with me
It's not too late for you
It's not too late for me
To find my homeland
Where a man can stand by another man
Without an ego flying
With no man lying
'n' no one dying by an earthly hand
Let the devils burn and the beggar learn
'n' the little girls that live in those old worlds
Take my kind hand
My smile is stuck
I cannot go back to your Frownland
I cannot go back to your Frownland

[TheWho]

I Talk to the wind

McDonald-Sinfield

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

[Anonymous]

I Talk to the wind

McDonald-Sinfield

Said the Str8 man to the lame man
Why are you here
I'm sent here and I'm sent there
And I'm trolling your asses.

I piss in the wind
My words are all pissing away
I piss in the wind
The piss does not hear
The piss cannot hear.

I'm on the outside looking inside
What shall "we" be
Much confusion, disillusion
spammed around by "we".

You all possess me
I impress me
Facts upset my mind
Can't instruct me only fuck me
Right up my behind.

I piss in the wind
My words are always laughed away
I piss in the wind
Fornits does drink beer
The Who gets no beer.

BRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!

You been dick ridin' us for ages, troll shit.  Shove it up your arse and fuck off while you're doing it.  You picked a good song for yourself.  Ian McDonald whored himself musically by starting the most lame Muzak group Foreigner.  Peter Sinfield writes drivel for Celine Dion these days.

Hacks like yourself, Whobag.

[TheWho]

Queen Jimson wrote:

You been dick ridin' us for ages, troll shit. Shove it up your arse and fuck off while you're doing it. You picked a good song for yourself. Ian McDonald whored himself musically by starting the most lame Muzak group Foreigner. Peter Sinfield writes drivel for Celine Dion these days.

Hacks like yourself, Whobag.

Response



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[Froderik]

Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl 'round
He's embedded in the ground

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

[TheWho]

The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

[Anonymous]

Here is our bitch singing sweetly to Ursus. It figures the chickenshit would act like a cunt to someone who won't engage him.  Nice.  He's the kind of pissant who gets bitched at by his Aspen bosses and goes home to kick the shit out of his wife (interesting fact: Who's wife has not always been a woman!) and kids (Interesting fact:  Who's kids are not his. They know)

@Who:  Eat a dick Newton, eunuch.  Read what you said to Ursus.  You were unconsciously revealing your self loathing.  Make this your mantra to yourself to keep you from assuming.  Ponder what makes you the dick you are.  Then don't be such a prick.

Sing, wanna be tough guy.  Weakling.

Why are you so assuming?  Why are you being a dick? .  Dont be such a prick.
Why are you so assuming?  Why are you being a dick? .  Dont be such a prick.  
Why are you so assuming?  Why are you being a dick? .  Dont be such a prick.
Why are you so assuming?  Why are you being a dick? .  Dont be such a prick.  
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[TheWho]

Wooo Hooo!!!  Seems I hit a nerve somewhere!!  

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[Anonymous]

Wooo Hooo!!!  Seems I hit a nerve somewhere!!  

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After someone did worse to you obviously:

Geez Louise, Who, now you're calling me names!? Dick, prick...that's some pretty mean-spirited language there... I'll try to see a back-handed compliment in all that somehow.
 

See?  You always criticize the survivors for being "overly sensitive" and look at the example of "balanced" you present.  Pathetic.  Ursus could have called you a most pungent cunt and rightly so but he took the high road while you took the lowest of dirt trails.

Then there was the whining plea for pity:

@ Ursus, Sorry I got overly emotional with my response.  I was thinking of another post at the same time I was responding to yours so the energy flowed over into yours.  I understand what you are saying.
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No you don't.  Lying slunk trader.   If you did you would have stayed gone the first time you gave your worthless promise to f-f-f-fade away.  As Ursus notes you are given to rapid mood shifts and violent outbursts that make you look like a schizo freak.  At least Ursus is diplomatic and refrained from calling you an A1 nutboy who should never been allowed to exercise the "parental choice" that landed your kid in ASR. (If that isn't just another lie)  You shouldn't be allowed to make decisions for yourself.  Get treatment.

Although...and no offense intended by this, but...sometimes it really does seem as though more than one person may be posting as "TheWho."

I know a good boot camp for adults.  We'll sign custody of you over to the program.  They'll break you down, humiliate you, over medicate you. Some counselor without a GED will beat you shitless because you remind him of the assholes who caused him to drop out in ninth grade.  Tough love is what you need Who.  You want workin' on, boy.[/quote]

[TheWho]

See? You always criticize the survivors for being "overly sensitive"

Aw, sorry if I hurt your feelings.  I am sure you have compassion for program parents and dont criticize them.  We will both have to be more careful.

See? You always criticize the survivors for being "overly sensitive" and look at the example of "balanced" you present. Pathetic. Ursus could have called you a most pungent cunt and rightly so but he took the high road while you took the lowest of dirt trails.

No, you must be new here.  Ursus knows I am a guy and would call me a Dickwad or something like that.

I know a good boot camp for adults. We'll sign custody of you over to the program. They'll break you down, humiliate you, over medicate you. Some counselor without a GED will beat you shitless because you remind him of the assholes who caused him to drop out in ninth grade. Tough love is what you need Who. You want workin' on, boy.

If someone is getting beat shitless I don’t think it matters to them if the person has a GED or if it is a doctor who is frustrated because he is stuck working in a TBS when he wanted to be department head at Mass general.  Its going to hurt like hell either way, still don’t understand what everyone here has against GED’s.



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[Anonymous]

I am indeed a most pungent cunt.
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That is a more apt description of you than "dickwad".

Ursus wouldn't and didn't call you anything.  He knows what you are.  

LOL.  "A most pungent cunt".  That is a name that will follow you my friend.   :sue:

[TheWho]

Badge
eric clapton and george harrison

Thinkin bout the times you drove in my car.
Thinkin that I might have drove you too far.
And Im thinkin bout the love that you laid on my table.

I told you not to wander round in the dark.
I told you bout the swans, that they live in the park.
Then I told you bout our kid, now hes married to mabel.

Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down.
Dont you notice how the wheel goes round?
And you better pick yourself up from the ground
Before they bring the curtain down,
Yes, before they bring the curtain down.

Talkin bout a girl that looks quite like you.
She didnt have the time to wait in the queue.
She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.

[Froderik]

Stiches in my head
Scars that never heal
Feelings that I dread
So comforting and real

I want you dead
I want you dead
I want you dead

I wanna kill Dr. Newton
I wanna kill Cash-shun
I wanna kill ol' Virgil
Just for fun!

Newton's Burning and Son of Sam
Manson Family that's what I am

I wanna kill somebody
I wanna kill someone
I wanna kill somebody
Just for fun

Adolf Hitler and Son of Sam
Manson Family that's what I am

I wanna kill somebody
I wanna kill someone
I wanna kill somebody
Just for fun. Ha-ha yeah.