|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Sept 4, 2005 11:22:52 GMT -5
I like that song
I thought I was the only one who's heard of it... lol No Ive heard it played now and then, its sweet.
I like the video too.
|
|
|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Oct 3, 2005 14:28:59 GMT -5
Rape Me - Nirvana
Rape me Rape me, my friend Rape me Rape me, again
I'm not the only one- bad ..
Hate me Do it and do it again Waste me Rape me, my friend
I'm not the only one- bad ..
My favorite inside source I'll kiss your open sores Appreciate your concern You'll always stink and burn
Rape me Rape me, my friend Rape me Rape me, again
I'm not the only one - bad ..
Rape me! ...
|
|
|
Post by Ockham's Razor on Oct 7, 2005 10:43:00 GMT -5
Faith No More - "Digging The Grave"
It would be wrong to ask you why Because I know what goes inside Is only half of what come out Isn't that what it's about? To remind us we're alive To remind us we're not blind In that big, black hole Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in or throw something out? You left the door open wide I know you have a reason why That knot is better left untied I just went and undid mine It takes some time And the shadows so big It takes the sun out of the day And the feeling goes away If you close the door Comfortable And it's out of this world Comfortable
|
|
|
Post by Iced Tranquillity on Oct 7, 2005 19:39:22 GMT -5
Nevermore - "Godmoney"
[glow=red,2,300]Hey, just what have you become With a cash vindication Do you think that buys salvation's end? Do you see through me? I'm the plastic face on you screen Mind control
They say that we're in the final days Religion is power Because most of us feel like rats in a maze Do you worship me? I'm a bastard saint, I'm a sycophant A parasite that lives for just one goal Mind control
Send your money to Jesus Christ Mail order your eternal life Bend your mind, make you turn around Don't believe it when they tell you That eveng god needs money God needs money from you
Shame can't even make them learn They feed off the weak And if there's a hell they're gonna burn On your screen they worship me I'm a bastard saint, I'm a sycophant A parasite that lives for just one goal Mind control
Hey, just what have you become With a cash vindication Do you think thy buys salvation's end? Do you see worship me? I'm a bastard saint of the color green [/glow]
|
|
|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Oct 8, 2005 8:43:25 GMT -5
Teardrop - Massive Attack
(love)love is a verb Love is a doing word Feathers on my breath Gentle impulsion Shakes me makes me lighter Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire Feathers on my breath
In the night of matter Black flowers blossom Feathers on my breath Black flowers blossom Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire Feathers on my breath
Water is my eye Most faithful my love Feathers on my breath Teardrop on the fire of a confession Feathers on my breath Most faithful my love Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire Feathers on my breath
Stumbling a little
|
|
|
Post by Ockham's Razor on Nov 20, 2005 7:37:52 GMT -5
TOSSERS - "Seven Drunken Nights"
well, as i came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be so i called the wife and i said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?" "aaah ya drunk ya drunk you silly old fool, i tell you cannot see thats a lovely Sow that me mother sent to me" "where many a days I travel, a hundered miles or more, but a sow with a saddle on, i never saw before"
Now, as I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be i saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be so i called the wife and said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that coat behind the door, where my old coat should be?" "aaah, ya drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool, i tell you cannot see, thats a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me" "well many's the day i travel, a hundred miles or more, but buttons on a blanket sure I never seen before"
And as i went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be so I called the wife and i said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be?" "aaah ya drunk ya drunk, ya silly old fool, still ya cannot see, thats a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me." "well a manys the day i travel, a hundered miles or more, but tobacco in a tin whistle sure i never seen before"
And as I, went home on Thursday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my two boots should be so i called the wife and i said to her, " Will you kindly tell to me, who owns those boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be?" "aaaah! ya drunk ya drunk you silly old fool, tell ya cannot see, thats a lovely geranuim pot me mother sent to me" "well as manys the day i travel , a hundred miles or more, but laces on a geranuim pot, i never seen before"
And I went home on friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my own head should be so i called the wife and i said to har,"Will you kindly tell to me, who owns, that head, upon the bed, where my old head should be" "AHHH! ya drunk ya durnk ya silly old fool, tell ya cannot see, thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me" "Well it's manys a day i travel, a hundred miles or more, But a baby boy with whiskers on, THAT i never seen before"
"oh ya drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool, YA DRUNK! Your a silly old fool! your drunk! Your drunk!! Ya silly old fool, your drunk! your drunk!!"
|
|
|
Post by Ockham's Razor on Dec 5, 2005 14:46:32 GMT -5
"it's peanut butter jelly time! it's peanut butter jelly time! it's peanut butter jelly time! peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat!"
-Brian from Family Guy dressed as a banana
|
|
|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 5, 2005 15:12:45 GMT -5
"it's peanut butter jelly time! it's peanut butter jelly time! it's peanut butter jelly time! peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat! peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly... peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat!" -Brian from Family Guy dressed as a banana ha ha
Interesting
I like bats ;D
|
|
|
Post by Iced Tranquillity on Dec 14, 2005 10:28:27 GMT -5
Nevermore - Sentient #6
I am sentient number six, I stand in line I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial I hate that I can’t see the one that made me
I am the new awakening of differnent eyes My children you are my army They are what we can never see and still despise And their sky cries Mary
Trained I see imperfection in your race Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
Why is this control, behavior based and reactive Adapting to every new environment? Rewarded when I replicate, isolate and mutate To assimilate a fragmented plea for ego
Trained I see imperfection in your race Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven It’s unattaintable, please teach me how to dream I long to be more than a machine
Trained I see imperfection in your race Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven It’s unattaintable, please teach me how to dream I long to be more than a machine
Sequence activate, trip the hammer to eradicate, I must eliminate I will spread swift justice on their land Termination imminent, cleanse the parasite insects, the heathens I am the bringer of the end of time for man I am not here, I am not far away I am not here, I will eradicate mankind into the nothingness from whence they came
Enslaved to follow and learn defeat To run the barrels and chase the dream
|
|
|
Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 20, 2005 20:37:10 GMT -5
Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home?
Come on, now. I hear you’re feeling down. Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again.
Relax. I need some information first. Just the basic facts: Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I can’t explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.
Ok. Just a little pinprick. There’ll be no more --aaaaaahhhhh! But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up? I do believe it’s working. good. That’ll keep you going for the show. Come on it’s time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.
-Pink Floyd "Comfortably Numb"
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail A smile from a veil Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts Hot ashes for trees Hot air for a cool breeze Cold comfort for change Did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage
How I wish How I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found The same old fears Wish you were here
-Pink Floyd "Wish You Were Here"
|
|
|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 21, 2005 13:10:31 GMT -5
Dead Kennedys - Holiday in Cambodia
So you been to school For a year or two And you know you’ve seen it all In daddy’s car Thinkin’ you’ll go far Back east your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin’ that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear Right guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear¡
It’s a holiday in cambodia It’s tough, kid, but it’s life It’s a holiday in cambodia Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you
Well you’ll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son¡.
Is a holiday in cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in cambodia Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc¡.
And it’s a holiday in cambodia Where you’ll do what you’re told A holiday in cambodia Where the slums got so much soul
|
|
|
Post by Iced Tranquillity on Dec 22, 2005 11:03:13 GMT -5
Moonspell - "Opium"
Opium, desire or will? Inspiration bound from an elegant seed Subversion, through smoke I foresee Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy
Opium, bring me forth another dream Spawn worlds of flesh and red, little jewels of atrocity Opium, I sleep in debauchery And burn with you when you burn in Me
Opium, we fantasize as we fuse with your root You are a strange flower, we are your strangest fruit
Opium, it burns in me and you Opium, it burns for me and for you
"Por isso eu tomo opio, é um remédio. Sou um convalescente do momento. Moro no rés do chão do pensamento E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio"
|
|
|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 26, 2005 14:16:38 GMT -5
The Lumberjack Song
Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side! The Larch! The Pine! The Giant Redwood tree! The Sequoia! The Little Whopping Rule Tree! We'd sing! Sing! Sing! Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day. CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, He goes to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he goes shoppin' And has buttered scones for tea. CHORUS I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs around.... In bars? CHORUS I chop down trees, I wear high heels, Suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear papa. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels Suspenders and a .... a Bra?
|
|
|
Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 27, 2005 16:35:07 GMT -5
The Lumberjack Song
Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side! The Larch! The Pine! The Giant Redwood tree! The Sequoia! The Little Whopping Rule Tree! We'd sing! Sing! Sing! Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day. CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, He goes to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he goes shoppin' And has buttered scones for tea. CHORUS I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs around.... In bars? CHORUS I chop down trees, I wear high heels, Suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear papa. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels Suspenders and a .... a Bra?
haha, that one is great. monty python rule.
|
|
|
Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 28, 2005 9:54:56 GMT -5
´
|
|