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The Lyrics thread
Froderik:
--- Quote from: "Loli" ---This is the ultimate Private Strip Show song. woo hoo
--- End quote ---
:D :o ::evil:: :D
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:
--- Quote from: "TheWho" ---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.
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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.
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