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Post by slasher on Dec 28, 2004 20:40:02 GMT -5
well that would explain your quick answer. so....is that a problem??
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 28, 2004 20:44:29 GMT -5
so....is that a problem?? nope dude it's not a problem, don't worry. Dont want the sun to shine upon my face And i see your eyes and their glazy haze Your lips dont move But i hear what you're saying I look outside through the razor blades
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Post by Misanthropic Philanthropist on Dec 28, 2004 21:25:55 GMT -5
Puddle of Mudd - Freak Of The World
Painful, inflamed intestines Caused by bacterial infection Swollen, twisted veins Hemmorhoidal, ulcerative flare-up Irritable bowels Volvulous The twisting of intestines Intense excrutiating digestive pain
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 28, 2004 22:19:26 GMT -5
Puddle of Mudd - Freak Of The World Painful, inflamed intestines Caused by bacterial infection Swollen, twisted veins Hemmorhoidal, ulcerative flare-up Irritable bowels Volvulous The twisting of intestines Intense excrutiating digestive paincattle decapitation - constipation camp You stupid asshole You know you make me sick You stupid asshole Baby suck my dick One, two, I'm looking at you And there ain't nothing I miss Three, four, I'm closing the door 'Cause you no longer exist Guitar
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Post by Misanthropic Philanthropist on Dec 28, 2004 22:24:54 GMT -5
Mudhoney - You Stupid Asshole
Perpetually lurking through undefiled regions Like a stream of sludge - a spreading contagion Inundating all the boundaries of a dying earth Bringing complete doom wherever it sets Swinish fornication - procreating humanity
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 28, 2004 22:38:32 GMT -5
Mudhoney - You Stupid Asshole Perpetually lurking through undefiled regions Like a stream of sludge - a spreading contagion Inundating all the boundaries of a dying earth Bringing complete doom wherever it sets Swinish fornication - procreating humanity beheaded - consecrated absurdities Some will learn; many do. Cover up or spread it out. Turn around, had enough, Pick and choose or pass it on. Buying in, heading for Suffer now or suffer then. It's bad enough I want the fear... need the fear
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 29, 2004 12:28:47 GMT -5
Im amazed you dont know the artist
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Post by Misanthropic Philanthropist on Dec 29, 2004 20:45:16 GMT -5
are you talking about the Slayer cover? It hit me cuz Slayer did a punk cover album basically. It hit me when you said "i'm amazed you don't know the artist"
Chevelle - Vitamin R (Leading Us Along)
Vanquish day, behold the night eternally shall it reign the sky toll the bells of doom
For tonight we annoint the gates of oblivion
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 29, 2004 20:56:13 GMT -5
are you talking about the Slayer cover? It hit me cuz Slayer did a punk cover album basically. It hit me when you said "i'm amazed you don't know the artist" Chevelle - Vitamin R (Leading Us Along) Vanquish day, behold the night eternally shall it reign the sky toll the bells of doom
For tonight we annoint the gates of oblivion
hmm nope
Mephisto Walz - I Wanna Be Your Dog
wrong artist
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Post by Misanthropic Philanthropist on Dec 29, 2004 21:01:31 GMT -5
there's a lot of versions of that song....
The Stooges?
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 29, 2004 21:12:58 GMT -5
there's a lot of versions of that song.... The Stooges? YES
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 29, 2004 22:43:17 GMT -5
there's a lot of versions of that song.... The Stooges? the stooges are kick-ass.
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Dec 30, 2004 12:13:56 GMT -5
the stooges are kick-ass. ... and you still couldnt figure it out ?
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Dec 30, 2004 16:40:01 GMT -5
... and you still couldnt figure it out ?
I dont listen to them that often and I was too lazy to look it up.
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Post by Ockham's Razor on Jan 20, 2005 20:18:14 GMT -5
In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry. For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown, The marks of our fetters we carried. In our rusty iron chains, we cried for our wains, And the good women we left in sorrow. As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled, On the English and thoughts of tomorrow.
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