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  • gimp
    Registered User
    • Jan 2001
    • 2368

    #106
    dum de dum

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    • pharcyde
      Grand Master
      • Oct 2000
      • 228

      #107
      It's 3am, and the man is driving his brand new BMW M3 CSL down the N1 at 240km/h. He's two minutes away from home when he sees a car on the side of the road, on its roof, and flames all around.

      There's no one else in the area, his cell phone reception is dead, so he stops his car. Sure enough, there's a beautiful woman in the car, but she's bleeding to death. The guy reckons "screw it" and rushes home to fetch a blanket. He gets back, puts the blanket on the back seat of his M3, and puts the woman on the blanket. He then rushes her to the hospital.

      Six months she lies in the hospital, and he is with her every day and very night. He donates blood to keep her alive. Eventually, she recovers fully, and they get married.

      Life is cool for a few years, until one day she gets fed up and decides to leave him. His love of money is obvious, and she feels like a trophy wife.

      As she comes down the stairs, struggling with her two suitcases, she reaches into her pocket for the keys to the Jaguar. Sure enough, he stops her before she reaches the door, and asks "What are you doing?" "I'm leaving you," she says. "Oh really, and how are you going to leave? The keys in your hand are for the Jaguar I paid for. It's my car. You're not taking it anywhere."

      "Fine," she says, and throws the keys at him. "And those bulging suitcases? The clothes you're wearing? Everything, I've paid for. They are my suitcases and my clothes. You're not taking the many where."

      "Fine," she says, and throws the suitcases at him. She strips down completely and throws her clothes at him too. "And the blood in your body? I sat with you for six months in the hospital. You know half of the blood is mine. You're not going anywhere."

      She whips out her tampon and says "I'll pay you back in monthly installments."

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      • 2000Sabre
        Team AO Nightmare
        • Aug 2001
        • 439

        #108
        hello world

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        • CTG
          Registered User
          • Sep 2001
          • 37

          #109
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          booooooooom
          crash

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          • neoxone
            E-mag disciple
            • Jun 2001
            • 28

            #110
            Take 2 ...

            What will happen this time?
            "Perception is Reality"

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            • Dave
              The Neighborhood Tech
              • Oct 2001
              • 815

              #111
              All Hands on Deck-by Dogwood
              Album-Through Thick and Thin
              Rescue Records, 1997



              Sailing these seas alone
              I never though I could ever make it on my own
              Conclusion from experience
              This ark of mine has sprung a leak
              I think I feel my body weak
              I need Your help to make me right.

              I'm the captain
              Of this paper boat
              That cannot stay afloat
              Without, without Your love...

              Your love, perfect.
              I'll recollect and then reflect
              Then blessings You have given to me.
              Friends, we must try to-
              Stand tall, stand proud
              Let the Lord declare out loud
              The things He's done inside our lives

              The tides now rise
              Wahsing away, this boat of mine that was pushed by my pride
              I raise my flag of repentance
              I surrender all to You.
              I can't weather these storms alone.

              I'm the captain
              Of this paper boat
              That cannot stay afloat
              Without, without Your love...

              Your love, perfect.
              I'll recollect and then reflect
              Then blessings You have given to me
              Friends we must try to-
              Stand tall, stand proud
              Let the Lord declare out loud
              The things He's done inside our lives

              Lord, Your the captain that I wish that I could be
              and I will sail on with You, forever more from
              this day forward.

              All hands on deck...

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              • Load SM5
                Scruffy Administrator

                • Oct 2000
                • 6772

                #112
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                Moorewatch

                If you read this, thank a teacher.
                If you read this in English, thank a soldier.

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                • BTAutoMag
                  AO's Problem Child
                  • Oct 2001
                  • 7199

                  #113
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                  • Gambit1106
                    A.K.A Gambit Wang
                    • May 2001
                    • 997

                    #114
                    CRASH CRASH CRASHCRASH CRASH CRASH

                    CRASH CRASH CRASH
                    My drinking team has a paintball problem.
                    My Feedback

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                    • rifleman
                      I registered before you.
                      • Oct 2000
                      • 592

                      #115
                      DOWN!

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                      • MJS1214
                        Registered User
                        • Aug 2001
                        • 328

                        #116
                        Originally posted by Crazy
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                        • irbodden
                          Registered User
                          • Dec 2000
                          • 3413

                          #117
                          THE WALL

                          In The Flesh?
                          So you thought you might like to, go to the show.
                          To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.
                          Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine?
                          Is this not what you expected to see?
                          If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes,
                          You'll just have to blow your way through this disguise.


                          The Thin Ice
                          Momma loves her baby,
                          And Daddy loves you, too.
                          And the sea may look warm to ya, Babe,
                          And the sky may look blue.

                          Oooooo Babe.
                          Oooooooo Baby Blue.
                          Oooooo Ooohh Babe.

                          If you should go skating,
                          On the thin ice of modern life,
                          Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
                          Of a million tear-stained eyes,
                          Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice,
                          Appears under your feet.
                          You slip out of your depth and out of your mind,
                          With your fear flowing out from behind,
                          You as you claw the ice.


                          Another Brick In The Wall, Part I
                          Daddy's gone across the ocean,
                          Leaving just a memory,
                          A snapshot in the family album.
                          Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
                          Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?
                          All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
                          All in all it was just the bricks in the wall.


                          Happiest Days of Our Lives
                          Well, when we grew up and went to school,
                          There were certain teachers,
                          Who would hurt the children in any way they could,
                          By pouring their derision,
                          Upon anything we did,
                          Exposing every weakness,
                          However carefully hidden by the kids.

                          But in (but in) the town it was well known,
                          When they got home at night,
                          Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
                          Within inches of their lives.


                          Another Brick In The Wall, Part II
                          We don't need no education.
                          We don't need no thought control.
                          No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
                          Teacher, leave those kids alone.
                          Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!

                          All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
                          All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

                          We don't need no education.
                          We don't need no thought control.
                          No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
                          Teachers, leave those kids alone.
                          Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!

                          All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
                          All in all you're just another brick in the wall.


                          Goobye Blue Sky
                          Look, Mummy. There's an airplane up in the sky.

                          Did you, did you see the frightened ones?
                          Did you, did you hear the falling bombs?
                          Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter,
                          When the promise of a brave new world,
                          Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

                          Did you, did you see the frightened ones?
                          Did you, did you hear the falling bombs?
                          The flames are all long gone,
                          But the pain lingers on.
                          Goodbye, blue sky.
                          Goodbye, blue sky.
                          Goodbye.
                          Goodbye.


                          Mother
                          Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
                          Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
                          Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
                          Ooooowaa Mother, should I build a wall?

                          Mother, should I run for President?
                          Mother, should I trust the government?
                          Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
                          Ooooowaa Is it just a waste of time?

                          Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
                          Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
                          Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
                          Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
                          She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
                          Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
                          Oooo Babe.
                          Oooo Babe.
                          Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall.

                          Mother, do you think she's good enough,
                          For me?
                          Mother, do you think she's dangerous,
                          To me?
                          Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
                          Ooooowaa Mother, will she break my heart?

                          Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
                          Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
                          Momma won't let anyone dirty get through.
                          Momma's gonna wait up until you get in.
                          Momma will always find out where you've been.
                          Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
                          Oooo Babe.
                          Oooo Babe.
                          Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me.

                          Mother, did it need to be so high?


                          Empty Spaces
                          What shall we use to fill the empty spaces,
                          Where we used to talk?
                          How shall I fill the final places?
                          How shall I complete the wall?


                          Young Lust
                          I am just a new boy,
                          Stranger in this town.
                          Where are all the good times?
                          Who's gonna show this stranger around?

                          Ooooo I need a dirty woman.
                          Ooooo I need a dirty girl.

                          Will some woman in this desert land,
                          Make me feel like a real man?
                          Take this rock and roll refugee.
                          Ooo Babe, set me free.

                          Ooooo I need a dirty woman.
                          Ooooo I need a dirty girl.

                          Ooooo I need a dirty woman.
                          Ooooo I need a dirty girl.


                          One Of My Turns
                          Oh my God, what a fabulous room!
                          Are all these your guitars?
                          This place is bigger than our apartment.
                          Uh, could I have a drink of water?
                          Ya want some? Huh?
                          Oh wow! Look at this tub!
                          Wanna take a bath?
                          What're you watching?
                          Hello?
                          Are you feeling ok?

                          Day after day,
                          Our love turns gray,
                          Like the skin on a dying man.
                          And night after night,
                          We pretend it's all right,
                          But I have grown older,
                          And you have grown colder,
                          And nothing is very much fun, anymore.
                          And I can feel,
                          One of all my turns coming on.
                          I feel,
                          Cold as a razor blade,
                          Tight as a tourniquet,
                          Dry as a funeral drum.

                          Run to the bedroom,
                          In the suitcase on the left,
                          You'll find my favorite axe.
                          Don't look so frightened,
                          This is just a passing phase,
                          One of my bad days.
                          Would you like to watch TV?
                          Or get between the sheets?
                          Or contemplate a silent freeway?
                          Would you like something to eat?
                          Would you like to learn to fly? -- Would ya?
                          Would you like to see me try?
                          Ooohh. No!
                          Would you like to call the cops?
                          Do you think it's time I stopped?
                          Why are you running away?


                          Don't Leave Me Now
                          Ooooo Babe,
                          Don't leave me now.
                          Don't say it's the end of the road.
                          Remember the flowers I sent.
                          I need you, Babe,
                          To put through the shredder in front of my friends.
                          Oh Babe,
                          Don't leave me now.
                          How could you go?
                          When you know how I need you,
                          To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night.
                          Oh Babe,
                          Don't leave me now.
                          How can you treat me this way?
                          Running away.
                          Oh Babe,
                          Why are you running away?


                          Another Brick in the Wall, Part III
                          I don't need no walls around me.
                          And I don't need no drugs to calm me.
                          I have seen the writing on the wall.
                          Don't think I need any thing at all.
                          No. Don't think I need anything at all.
                          All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.
                          All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.


                          Goodbye Cruel World
                          Goodbye, cruel world,
                          I'm leaving you today.
                          Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

                          Goodbye all you people,
                          There's nothing you can say,
                          To make me change my mind.
                          Goodbye.


                          Hey You
                          Hey you,
                          Out there in the cold,
                          Getting lonely, getting old,
                          Can you feel me?

                          Hey you,
                          Standing in the aisle,
                          With itchy feet and fading smile,
                          Can you feel me?

                          Hey you,
                          Don't help them to bury the light.
                          Don't give in without a fight.

                          Hey you,
                          Out there on your own,
                          Sitting naked by the phone,
                          Would you touch me?

                          Hey you,
                          With your ear against the wall,
                          Waiting for someone to call out,
                          Would you touch me?

                          Hey you,
                          Would you help me to carry the stone?
                          Open your heart, I'm coming home.

                          But it was only fantasy.
                          The wall was too high, as you can see.
                          No matter how he tried he could not break free.
                          And the worms ate into his brain.

                          Hey you,
                          Out there on the road,
                          Always doing what you're told,
                          Can you help me?

                          Hey you,
                          Out there beyond the wall,
                          Breaking bottles in the hall,
                          Can you help me?

                          Hey you,
                          Don't tell me there's no hope at all.
                          Together we stand, divided we fall.


                          Is There Anybody Out There?
                          Is there anybody out there?
                          Is there anybody out there?
                          Is there anybody out there?
                          Is there anybody out there?


                          Vera
                          Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
                          Remember how she said,
                          That we would meet again,
                          Some sunny day.

                          Vera!
                          Vera!
                          What has become of you?
                          Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?


                          Nobody Home
                          I got a little black book with my poems in.
                          Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
                          When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
                          I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
                          Got those swollen hands blues.
                          Got thirteen channels of **** on the TV to choose from.
                          I got electric light,
                          And I got second sight.
                          Got amazing powers of observation.
                          And that is how I know,
                          When I try to get through,
                          On the telephone to you,
                          There'll be nobody home.

                          I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
                          And the inevitable pinhole burns,
                          All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
                          I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
                          I got a silver spoon on a chain.
                          Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
                          I've got wild, staring eyes.
                          And I got a strong urge to fly,
                          But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).
                          Ooooo Babe,
                          When I pick up the phone,
                          There's still nobody home.

                          I got a pair of Gohill boots,
                          And I got fading roots.


                          Comfortably Numb
                          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.


                          The Show Must Go On
                          Must the show go on?

                          Oooooo Pa, (Let me go, let me go, let me go.)
                          Oooooo Ma, (Take me home, take me home, take me home.)

                          There must be some mistake,
                          I never meant to let them take,
                          Away my soul.
                          Am I too old?
                          Is it too late?

                          Where has the feeling gone?
                          Will I remember this song?
                          The show must go on.


                          In The Flesh
                          So ya thought ya might like to go to the show.
                          To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.
                          I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine.
                          Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel,
                          And he sent us along as a surrugate band.
                          We're gonna find out where you fans really stand.
                          Are there any *****s in the theatre tonight?
                          Get 'em up against the wall. -- 'Gainst the wall!
                          And that one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me.
                          Get him up against the wall. -- 'Gainst the wall!
                          And that one looks Jewish, and that one's a coon.
                          Who let all this riffraff into the room?
                          There's one smoking a joint, and another with spots!
                          If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot.


                          Run Like Hell
                          You better make your face up,
                          In your favorite disguise,
                          With your button-down lips,
                          And your roller blind eyes.
                          With your empty smile,
                          And your hungry heart,
                          Feel the bile rising,
                          From your guilty past.
                          With your nerves in tatters,
                          As the cockleshell shatters,
                          And the hammers batter,
                          Down your door,
                          You better run.

                          You better run all day,
                          And run all night.
                          And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
                          And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight,
                          You better park the car well out of sight.
                          'Cause if they catch you in the back seat,
                          Trying to pick her locks,
                          They're gonna send you back to Mother,
                          In a cardboard box.
                          You better run!


                          Waiting For The Worms
                          Oooo You cannot reach me now,
                          Oooo No matter how you try.
                          Goodbye cruel world, it's over.
                          Walk on by.

                          Sitting in a bunker,
                          Here behind my wall,
                          Waiting for the worms to come. ( Worms to come. )
                          In perfect isolation,
                          Here behind my wall,
                          Waiting for the worms to come. ( Worms to come. )

                          Waiting, to cut out the deadwood.
                          Waiting, to clean up the city.
                          Waiting, to follow the worms.
                          Waiting, to put on a black shirt.
                          Waiting, to weed out the weaklings.
                          Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors.
                          Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain.
                          Waiting, to follow the worms.
                          Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
                          Waiting, for the *****s and the coons and the Reds and the Jews.
                          Waiting, to follow the worms.

                          Would you like to see Britannia,
                          Rule again, my friend?
                          All you have to do is follow the worms.
                          Would you like to send our colored cousins,
                          Home again, my friend?
                          All you need to do is follow the worms.


                          Stop
                          I wanna go home,
                          Take off this uniform and leave the show,
                          But I'm waiting here in this cell because I have to know,
                          Have I been guilty all this time?


                          The Trial
                          Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
                          The Crown will plainly show,
                          The prisoner who now stands before you,
                          Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
                          Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
                          This will not do.

                          Call the schoolmaster!

                          I always said he'd come to no good,
                          In the end, Your Honour.
                          If they'd let me have my way,
                          I could have flayed him into shape.
                          But my hands were tied.
                          The bleeding hearts and artists,
                          Let him get away with murder.
                          Let me hammer him today.

                          Crazy.
                          Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
                          Truly gone fishing.
                          They must have taken my marbles away.
                          (Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy.)

                          You little ****, you're in it now.
                          I hope they throw away the key.
                          You should've talked to me more often than you did.
                          But no! You had to go your own way.
                          Have you broken any homes up lately?
                          Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,
                          Him and me alone.

                          Baaaaaabe!
                          Come to Mother, baby.
                          Let me hold you in my arms.
                          M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
                          Why'd he ever have to leave me?
                          Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.

                          Crazy.
                          Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
                          Bars in the window.
                          There must have been a door there in the wall.
                          For when I came in. . .
                          (Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy.)

                          The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
                          There's no need for the jury to retire.
                          In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
                          Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
                          The way you made them suffer,
                          Your exquisite wife and mother,
                          Fills me with the urge to deficate! -- No, Judge, the jury!
                          Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
                          I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
                          Tear down the wall!


                          Outside The Wall
                          All alone, or in twos,
                          The ones who really know you,
                          Walk up and down outside the wall.
                          Some hand in hand,
                          Some gather together in bands,
                          The bleeding hearts and artists,
                          Make their stand.
                          And when they've given you their all,
                          Some stagger and fall.
                          After all it's not easy,
                          Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.


                          DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

                          Speak to Me (Instrumental)

                          Breathe
                          Breathe, breathe in the air
                          Don't be afraid to care
                          Leave but don't leave me
                          Look around and chose your own ground
                          For long you live and high you fly
                          And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
                          And all you touch and all you see
                          Is all your life will ever be

                          Run, run rabbit run
                          Dig that hole, forget the sun,
                          And when at last the work is done
                          Don't sit down it's time to start another one
                          For long you live and high you fly
                          But only if you ride the tide
                          And balanced on the biggest wave
                          You race toward an early grave.


                          On the Run (Instrumental)

                          Time
                          Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
                          You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
                          Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
                          Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

                          Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
                          You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
                          And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
                          No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

                          And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
                          And racing around to come up behind you again
                          The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
                          And shorter of breath and one day closer to death

                          Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
                          Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
                          Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way
                          The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

                          Home, home again
                          I like to be there when I can
                          When I come in cold and tired
                          It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
                          Far away across the field
                          The tolling of the iron bell
                          Calls the faithful to their knees
                          To hear the softly spoken magic spells.


                          The Great Gig in the Sky (Instrumental)

                          Money
                          Money, get away
                          Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
                          Money it's a gas
                          Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
                          New car, caviar, four star daydream,
                          Think I'll buy me a football team

                          Money get back
                          I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack.
                          Money it's a hit
                          Don't give me that do goody good bull****
                          I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling section
                          And I think I need a Lear jet

                          Money it's a crime
                          Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
                          Money so they say
                          Is the root of all evil today
                          But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.


                          Us and Them
                          Us and Them
                          And after all we're only ordinary men
                          Me, and you
                          God only knows it's not what we would choose to do

                          Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died
                          And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side

                          Black and Blue
                          And who knows which is which and who is who
                          Up and Down
                          And in the end it's only round and round
                          And round
                          Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
                          the poster bearer cried
                          Listen son, said the man with the gun
                          There's room for you inside

                          Down and Out
                          It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
                          With, without
                          And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
                          Get out of the way, it's a busy day
                          And I've got things on my mind
                          For want of the price of tea and a slice
                          The old man died.


                          Any Colour You Like (Instrumental)

                          Brain Damage
                          The lunatic is on the grass
                          The lunatic is on the grass
                          Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
                          Got to keep the loonies on the path

                          The lunatic is in the hall
                          The lunatics are in my hall
                          The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
                          And every day the paper boy brings more

                          And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
                          And if there is no room upon the hill
                          And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
                          I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

                          The lunatic is in my head
                          The lunatic is in my head
                          You raise the blade, you make the change
                          You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane

                          You lock the door
                          And throw away the key
                          There's someone in my head but it's not me.

                          And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
                          You shout and no one seems to hear
                          And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
                          I'll see you on the dark side of the moon


                          Eclipse
                          All that you touch
                          And all that you see
                          All that you taste
                          All that you feel
                          All that you love
                          All that you hate
                          All you distrust
                          All that you save
                          All that you give
                          All that you deal
                          All that you buy
                          beg, borrow or steal
                          All you create
                          All you destroy
                          All that you do
                          All that you say
                          All that you eat And everyone you meet
                          All that you slight And everyone you fight
                          All that is now
                          All that is gone
                          All that's to come
                          and everything under the sun is in tune
                          but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

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                          • OhMyAMoose
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                            • Dec 2001
                            • 366

                            #118
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                            • neoxone
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                              • Jun 2001
                              • 28

                              #119
                              Take 5

                              What will happen this time?


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                              • IWannaRiot979
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                                • Aug 2001
                                • 380

                                #120
                                My tribute to the Clash!!!!!!!

                                LONDON CALLING
                                london calling to the faraway towns now that war is declared-and battle come down london calling to the underworld come out of the cupboard, all you
                                boys and girls london calling, now don't look at us all that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust london calling, see we ain't got no swing 'cept for the
                                ring of that truncheon thing chorus the ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin a nuclear error, but
                                i have no fear london is drowning-and i live by the river london calling to the imitation zone forget it, brother, an' go it alone london calling upon the
                                zombies of death quit holding out-and take another breath london calling-and i don't wanna shout but when we were talking-i saw you nodding out
                                london calling, swee we ain't got no highs except for that one with the yellowy eyes chorus london calling, yeah, i was there, too an' you know what
                                they said? well, some of it was true! london calling at the top of the dial after all this, won't you give me a smile?

                                BRAND NEW CADILLAC
                                driiiiiiiive!!! my baby drove up in a brand new cadillac she said, "hey, come here, daddy i ain't never comin' back!" baby, baby, won't you hear my
                                plea? c'mon, sugar, come on back to me she said, "balls to you, big daddy." she ain't never coming back!

                                JIMMY JAZZ
                                the police walked in for jimmy jazz i said, he ain't here, but he sure went past oh, you're looking for jimmy jazz sattamassagana for jimmy dread cut off
                                his ears and chop off his head police came looking for jimmy jazz so if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town maybe put it down somewhere
                                over the other side see it gets to jimmy jazz don't you bother me, not anymore i can't take this tale, oh, no more it's all around, jimmy jazz j-a-zee zee
                                j-a-zed zed j-a-zed zed jimmy jazz and then it sucks, he said, suck that! so go look all around, you can try your luck, brother and see what you found
                                but i guarantee that it ain't your day chop! chop!

                                HATEFUL
                                well, i got a friend who's a man what man? the man who keeps me from the lovely he gives me what i need what you need? what you got? i need it all
                                so badly chorus oh, anything i want he gives it to me anything i want he gives it, but not for free it's hateful and it's paid for and i'm so grateful to be
                                nowhere this year i've lost some friends some friends? what friends? i dunno, i ain't even noticed you see, i gotta go out again again? my friend i gotta
                                see that mainman i killed all my nerves my nerves? what swerves? and i can't drive so steady i've lost my memory my mind? behind! i can't see so
                                clearly chorus

                                RUDIE CAN'T FAIL
                                sing, michael, sing-on the route of the 1980s! hear them sayin' how you get a rude and a reckless? don't you be so crude and a feckless you been
                                drinking brew for breakfast rudie can't fail so we repty i know that my life make you nervous but i tell you that i can't live in service like the doctor
                                who was born for a purpose rudie can't fail we hear them sayin' now first you must cure your temper then you find a job in the paper you need
                                someone for a saviour oh, rudie can't fail so we sa-ay now we get a rude and a reckless we been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless we been drinking
                                brew for breakfast so rudie can't fail okay! so where you wanna go today? hey boss man! you're looking pretty smart in your chicken skin suit you
                                think you're pretty hot in your pork pie hat but... look out, look out... sky juice!...10 cents a bottle!

                                SPANISH BOMBS
                                spanish songs in andalucia the shooting sites in the days of '39 oh, please, leave the vendanna open fredrico lorca is dead and gone bullet holes in the
                                cemetery walls the black cars of the guardia civil spanish bombs on the costa rica i'm flying in a dc 10 tonight chorus spanish bombs, yot' quierro y
                                finito yote querda, oh ma corazon spanish bombs, yot' quierro y finito yote querda, oh ma corazon spanish weeks in my disco casino the freedom
                                fighters died upon the hill they sang the red flag they wore the black one but after they died it was mockingbird hill back home the buses went up in
                                flashes the irish tomb was drenched in blood spanish bombs shatter the hotels my senorita's rose was nipped in the bud chorus the hillsides ring with
                                "free the people" or can i hear the echo from the days of '39? with trenches full of poets the ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
                                spanish bombs rock the province i'm hearing music from another time spanish bombs on the costa brava i'm flying in on a dc 10 tonight spanish songs
                                in andalucia, mandolina, oh ma corazon spanish songs in granada, oh ma corazon

                                THE RIGHT PROFILE
                                say, where did i see this guy? in red river? or a place in the sun? maybe the misfits? or "from here to eternity"? everybody say, "what's he like?"
                                everybody say, "is he all right?" everybody say, "he sure look funny." that's...montgomery clift, honey! new york, new york, new york, 42nd street
                                hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat monty clift is recognized at dawn he ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn i see a car smashed at night cut
                                the applause and dim the light monty's face is broken on a wheel is he alive? can he still feel? nembutol numbs it all but i prefer alcohol he said go out
                                and get me my old movie stills go out and get me another roll of pills there i go again shaking, but i ain't got the chills arrrghhhgorra buh bhuh do
                                arrrrgggghhhhnnnn!!!!

                                LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET
                                chorus i'm all lost in the supermarket i can no longer shop happily i came in her for that special offer guaranteed personality i wasn't born so much as
                                i fell out nobody seemed to notice me we had a hedge back home in the suburbs over which i never could see i heard the people who lived on the
                                ceiling scream and fight most scarily hearing that noise was my first ever feeling that's how it's been all around me chorus i'm all tuned in, i see all the
                                programmes i save coupons from packets of tea i've got my giant hit discoteque album i tempty a bottle and i feel a bit free the kids in the halls and
                                the pipes in the walls make me noises for company long distance callers make long distance calls and the silence makes me lonely chorus and it's not
                                hear it disappear

                                CLAMPDOWN
                                what are we gonna do now? taking off his turban, they said, is this man a jew? 'cause they're working for the clampdown they put up a poster saying
                                we earn more than you! when we're working for the clampdown we will teach our twisted speech to the young believers we will train our blue-eyed
                                men to be young believers the judge said five to ten-but i say double that again i'm not working for the clampdown no man born with a living soul can
                                be working for the clampdown kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall how can you refuse it? let fury have the hour, anger can be power d'you
                                know that you can use it? the voices in your head are calling stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming only a fool would think someone could
                                save you the men at the factory are old and cunning you don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' it's the best years of your life they want to steal you
                                grow up and yo ucalm down you're working for the clampdown you star wearing the blue and brown you're working for the clampdown so you got
                                someone to boss around it makes you feel big now you drift until you brutalize you made your first kill now in these days of evil presidentes working
                                for the clampdown but lately one or two has fully paid their due for working for the clampdown but ha! gitalong! gitalong! and i've given away no
                                secrets who's barmy now?

                                THE GUNS OF BRIXTON
                                when they kick at your front door how you gonna come? with your hands on yoru head or on the trigger of your gun when the law break in how you
                                gonna go? shot down on the pavement or waiting on death row chorus you can crush us yo ucan bruise us but you'll never have to answer to oh-the
                                guns of brixton the money feels good and your life you like it well but surely your time will come as in heaven, as in hell you see, he feels like ivan
                                born under the brixton sun his game is called survival at the end of the harder they come you know it means no mercy they caught him with a gun no
                                need for the black maria goodbye to the brixton sun you can crush us you can bruise us yes, even shoot us but oh-the guns of brixton

                                WONG 'EM BOYO
                                stagger lee met billy and they gto down to gambling stagger lee throwed seven billy said that he throwed eight so billy said, hey stagger! i'm gonna
                                make my big attack i'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back why do you try to cheat? and trample people under your feet don't you know it is
                                wrong? to cheat the trying man so you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo you lie, steal, cheat and deceit in such a small, small game don't you know
                                it is wrong billy boy has been shot and stagger lee's come out on top don't you know it is wrong to cheat the trying man to cheat stagger man you'd
                                better stop so you must start all over again-all over again you got to play it, billy, play, you got to play it, billy, play and you will find it is the right 'em
                                boyo but if you must lie and deceit and trample people under your feet don't you know it is wrong it is the wrong 'em boyo

                                DEATH OR GLORY
                                every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world and ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his
                                hands the hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how death or glory becomes just another story 'n' every gimmick hungry yob
                                digging gold from rock 'n' roll grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold but i believe in this-and it's been tested by research that he who ****s
                                nun will later join the church >from every dingy basement on every dingy street i hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat that's just
                                the beat of time-the beat that must go on if you been trying for years-then we already heard your song

                                KOKA KOLA
                                elevator! going up! in the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor the money can be made if you really want some more executive decision-a clinical
                                precision jumping from the windows-filled with indecision i get good advice from the advertising world treat me nice says the party girl koke adds life
                                where there isn't any so freeze, man, freeze it's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power when top men need a top up long before the happy
                                hour your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot you won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet! koka kola advertising and kokaine
                                strolling down the broadway in the rain neon light sign says it i read it in the paper-they're crazy! suit your life, maybe so in the white house-i know all
                                over berlin (they've been doing it for years) and in manhattan! coming through the door is a snub nose 44 diggadum...diggadum...diggadum what the
                                barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor your eyeballs feel like pinballs and your tongue feels like a fish diggadum...diggadum...diggadum you're
                                leaping from the windows-saying don't give me none of this! ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! hit the deck!

                                THE CARD CHEAT
                                there's a solitary man crying, "hold me." it's only because he's lonely if the keeper of time runs slowly he won't be alive for long! if he only had time
                                to tell of all of the things he planned with a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? it means nothing! to the opium den and the barroom gin in the
                                belmont chair playing violins the gambler's face cracks into a grin as he lays down the king of spades but the dealer just stares-there's something
                                wrong here, he thinks the gambler is seized and forced to his knees and shot dead but his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in and he lay on the
                                floor from the hundred year war to the crimea with a lance and a musket and a roman spear to all of the men who have stood with no fear in the
                                service of the king before you met your fate be sure you did not forsake your lover may not be around anymore

                                LOVER'S ROCK
                                yeh, you must treat your lover girl right if yo uwanna make lover's rock you must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock 'cause everybody
                                knows it's a crying shame but nobody knows the boor babie's name when she forgot that thing that she had to swallow you western man, you're free
                                with your seed when you make lovers rock but woops! there goes the strength that you need to make real cool lovers rock 'cause a genuine lover
                                takes off his clothes and he can make a lover in a thousand go's an' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow

                                FOUR HORSEMEN
                                well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun that loosen the screws at the back of the tongue but they told no one where they had
                                begun-four horsemen they were given al lthe foods of vanity and all the instant promises of immortality buyt they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four
                                horsemen one was over the edge, one was over the cliff one was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff when they picked up the hiker he didn't want
                                the lift >from the horsemen but you! you're not searching, are you now? you're not looking anyhow you're never gonna ride that lonely mile or put
                                yourself up on trial oh, you told me how your life was so bad an' i agree that it does seem sad but that's the price that you gotta pay if you're lazing all
                                around all day four horsement coming right through four horsemen and they're pissing by you they make you look like you're wearing a truss four
                                hosemen and it's gonna be us well they gave useverything for bending the mind and we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind it's a long
                                way to the finish so don't get left behind by those horsemen and they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun that loosen the scews at the back of
                                the tongue but we still told nothing 'bout what was to come four horsemen

                                I'M NOT DOWN
                                if it's true that a rich man lead s a sad life n' that's what they from day to day then what do all the poor do with their lives? have nothing to say on
                                judgment day? i've been beat up, i've been thrown out but i'm not down, i'm not down i've been shown up, but i've grown up and i'm not down, i'm not
                                down on my own i faced a gang of jeering in strange streets when my nerves were pumping and i fought my fear in, i did not run i was not done and i
                                have lived that kind of day when one of your sorrows will go away it goes down and down and hit the floor down and down and down some more
                                depression but k now there'll be some way when i can swing everything back my way like skyscrapers rising up floor by floor, i'm not giving up so you
                                rock around and think that you're the ferfest in the world, the whole wide world but you're streets away from where it gets the roughest you ain't been
                                there

                                REVOLUTION ROCK
                                revolution rock, it is a brand new rock a bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock careful how you move, mac, you dig me in me back an' i'm so pilled
                                up that i rattle i have got the sharpeest knife, so i cut the biggest slice but i have no time to do battle everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
                                brand new beat this here music mash up the nation this here music cause a sensation tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all right can't
                                you feel it? don't ignore it gonna be arl-right revolution rock, i am in a state of shock so bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock careful how you slide,
                                clyde, all you did was glide and you poured your beer in me hat with my good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete and i ai't got no time for that

                                TRAIN IN VAIN (STAND BY ME)
                                say you stand by your man tell me something i don't understand you said you love me and that's a fact then you left me, said you felt trapped well
                                some things you can explain away but my heart aches me still this day chorus you can stand by me you're not alone you can stand by me no way roll
                                the dice and stay real close i remember these things the most i see all my dreams come tumbling down i won't be happy without you around so all
                                alone i keep the wolves at bay there is only one thing that i can say chorus you must explain why this must be did you lie when you spoke to me you
                                can stand by me you're not alone now i got a job but it don't pay i need new clothes i need some today but without all these things i can do without your
                                love i won't make it through but you don't understand my point of view i suppose there's nothing i can do chorus you must explain why this must be did
                                you lie when you spoke to me you can stand by me you can stand by me you're not alone you can stand by me always you can stand by me you're not
                                alone you can stand by me always
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