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mojojojo
mojojojo
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Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:01
Touch my bum, this is life

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ps: the should wipe them, then life wouldn't grow there...
Nat
Nat
1905 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:02
Stop it... you're making me cry... lol

xxx
mojojojo
mojojojo
1940 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:36
How about these? I'm not really joking either...

Verse 1
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then

Verse 2
We build our world together
With a love so clear and strong
But that was on the outside
Where did I go wrong?

Chorus
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around

Verse 3
Last night I dreamed we were together
Sharing all the love we'd known
'Til I had to face the nightmare
Of waking up alone

Repeat Chorus

New Chorus
On the inside the roses grow
They don't mind the stoney ground
But the roses here are prisoners too
When morning comes around

Verse 4
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then



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meurglys III
meurglys III
1085 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:46
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines... He never
Waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from
The rest of us... He's all
To himself... I think I know
Why... He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see... He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying... and
What about all those packages
He sends. What's he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What's he building
In there... I'll tell you one thing
He's not building a playhouse for
The children what's he building
In there?

Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor... and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low... and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show...
He has a router
And a table saw... and you
Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink
Of course... But there's also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse... What's he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
consulting business in Indonesia...
but what is he building in there?
What the hell is building in there?

He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little
Time in jail...
I heard he was up on the
Roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's
Always whistling...
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?

We have a right to know...
mojojojo
mojojojo
1940 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:47
Oh yeah - good one!

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Nat
Nat
1905 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:48
LOL... stop it!!! :o) >snigger<

You sure you can't make lunch on Saturday? You could entertain us during the starters!! LOL....

That song always reminds me of this one:

I realized the way your eyes deceived me
with tender looks that i mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me
And send the kind that you remind me of
Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh How real those roses seem to be
But there only imitation like your imitation love for me
I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed full of sweetness at the start
But like a big red rose thats' made of paper
There isnt any sweetness in your heart
Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But there only imitation like your imitation love
for me
supercat
supercat
4257 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 14:50
Ha! ;-D xx you'll always be young Ron xxxx
anthonyqkiernan
anthonyqkiernan
7087 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 15:00
They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good
Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood
She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand
She had to face eternity, so why not this mumbling man?
Who bought himself a wedding suit at a local war on want sale
It belonged to some old Turkish man who'd owed and gone to jail
He would caox her mind with talk of love to make her body kind
Because people hate the truth, you know; they need their pack of lies

Growing tired of being foreign, being spat on and shortchanged
He demanded that she leave with him for the land from whence he came
They were herded on like cattle to a ferry at high tide
This unkempt, aging orphan and his helpless, dying bride
But he left her at the other shore crying on the deck
She was slumped against the rail as he had struck to free his neck
and the customs shed was empty as he made his way inside
There were no chimpanzees in uniform to hear his pack of lies

Now she's ascending into heaven with contentment on her face
and Holy God is there to greet and batter her into her place

But meanwhile back on Earth, we see the prodigal's returned
and they're making him the chieftain and they've come to him to learn
How the neighbours in he rich land better steal and kill and lie
and when they ask who calls the weaklings there he just shrugs and says, "Not I!"
Though surrounded by diseases, I stood tall and kept my health
I could have been important if I'd been somebody else
The moral of this story is: This land's a victim-farm
Don't you ever feed a beggar here, he'll eat your fucking arm
and don't blaspheme the strong ones if you want to stay alive
Now smile and give them thanks when they say, "Here's a pack of lies!"
supercat
supercat
4257 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 15:02
No wonder your finger's aren't working properly you've got RSI AQK. ;-D xxxxxx
mojojojo
mojojojo
1940 posts

Re: Favorite Lyrics
Aug 03, 2005, 15:03
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection.
Before the flash takes two weeks' food, pile the sacks of earth and hide. All of us here know it, we grew it.
Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire, a little blood on the floor.
Locks and bars across the door, well versed in violation, our children beat each other in the garden.
Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge. Push it to the edge.
This is no natural aggression composing death, I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist,
The perfect hand that turns against itself, the perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade, or leads to death,
Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool or takes the forest with a single flame
Leaves the nest an empty shell. Human kind condemns the hunting beast yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat.
The military dream of blood, their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men who work towards our bloody end.
They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting... waiting, give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass.

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