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i'm probably gonna shoot myself for this later, but sing, post stories, whatever. but no barney i say! courtesy of artemis for your lyrics pleasure:

 

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Clue Master

Brock said Albert DeSalvo — who confessed to being the serial killer known as the Boston Strangler — wrote to ask whether her restaurant might be willing to sell the choker necklaces he was making in prison. She declined.

Very cool stuff me2! Thanks a lot for posting it.

http://www.alicebrock.com
Fri, 11/24/2006 - 10:46 AM Permalink
zephyrus

(I was referring to intense bowel movements)
Sat, 11/25/2006 - 10:50 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

yeah.....

pooping is fun.
Sat, 11/25/2006 - 10:59 PM Permalink
zephyrus

yup
Sat, 11/25/2006 - 11:04 PM Permalink
zephyrus

Another Rock and Roll Christmas

light the lights, ring the chimes

come on in its party time

raise a glass for old lang syne

come on and rock it up for all mankind

good to see friends i know

kissin' under the mistletoe love to hear the children sing it looks like santa's gonna' bring...

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

presents hangin' from the tree

you'll never guess what you've got from me

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

you better be off home, shut up tight

you never know it might snow tonight

guys and gals stay up late

they're so excited they can't wait

let there be peace on earth

come on and rock and roll for all your worth

were gonna' laugh were gonna' sing

were gonna' make the rafters ring

pull my cracker

let me be the silver star upon your tree

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

all dressed up so here we go

do i hear sleigh bells in the snow?

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

tonight old santa never ever stops

he rocks around the chimney tops

and you'll be rockin' in your stockin'

when you see your big suprise

cause you'll be rockin' in your stockin

you won't believe your big blue eyes

come on in join the fun

it's christmas time for everyone

may your days be merry and bright

this aint gonna' be no silent night

see the stars glittering

soon they're gonna' see the new year in

Everyone's huggin kiss me quick

i'm gonna rock and roll for old saint nick

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

presents hangin' from the tree

you'll never guess what you've got from me

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

you're better be off home, shut up tight

you never know it might snow tonight

christmas

christmas

christmas

its christmas

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

all dressed up so here we go

do i hear sleigh bells in the snow?

(another rock and roll christmas)

another christmas rock and roll

tonight old santa never ever stops

he rocks around the chimney tops
Mon, 11/27/2006 - 5:38 PM Permalink
zephyrus

Dedicated to some of you (you know who you are)

A Christmas without weed

Shawn

Well it's Christmas time again,

I've been callin all my friends.

Well there aint no weed to buy,

So I won't be gettin high

Unless I smoke these seeds and stems.

And then I call my old friend Mike,

and he asked me what I'd like.

I'd like to find some Christmas pot,

I enjoy smoking alot,

And this towns so goddamn dry.

A Christmas without weed,

Is like a forest without trees...

It's like a song without an end,

A writer with no pen,

oh, won't someone help me please?

Now the snowflakes start to fall,

Still can't find no weed at all.

Not a nickel or a dime,

I'm running low on time,

And I'm starting to withdraw.

Santa won't you bring to me,

a big ol' sack of weed?

Ill be good next year I swear,

I'm pulling out my hair,

I'm even on my knees.

A Christmas without weed,

Doesn't sound much fun to me.

Like a bowl without a bud,

A truck stuck in the mud,

Won't someone help me please?

I'm pulling out my hair,

Santa don't you care?

Please send some pot to me.
Mon, 11/27/2006 - 5:50 PM Permalink
zephyrus

And what I should be singing to my kids... the first line of the chorus, anyway...

King Diamond

No presents for Christmas

Christmas time is here again

Santa needs a helping hand

We cannot find his evil sheet

To draw his laying for the night

So all the waiting Christmas trees

Gonna hear their master sing....

Theres no presents, not this Christmas

Theres no presents

Tom and Jerry, drinking sherry

They don't give a damn

Christmas time is here again

Santa needs a helping hand

Its getting very, very late

St.Peters' crossed the golden gate

An Donald Duck is still in bed

I wonder who he's gonna help

Theres no presents, not this Christmas

Theres no presents

Tom and Jerry, all done Sherry

They don't give a damn

Theres no presents, not this Christmas

Theres no presents

Tom and Jerry, still drinking sherry

They don't give a damn

I'm dreaming of a white.... sabbath....
Mon, 11/27/2006 - 5:56 PM Permalink
zephyrus

And then again, another happy, peaceful fundamentalist Christmas song...

South Park Merry Fucking Christmas

I heard there is no Christmas,

In the silly Middle East..

No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus,

They have different religious beliefs...

They believe in Muhammad,

And not in our holiday...

And so every December,

I go to the Middle East and say...

Hey there Mr Muslim, Merry Fucking Christmas

Put down that book, The Koran

And hear some holiday wishes

Incase you haven't noticed,

It's Jesus's Birthday

So get off your heathen Muslim ass

And fucking celebrate.

There is no holiday season in India,

I've heard..

They don't hang up their stockings,

And that is just absurd..

They've never read a Christmas story,

They don't know what Rudolph is about...

And that's why in December,

I'll go to India and shout...

Hey there Mr Hinduist, Merry Fucking Christmas

Drink eggnog, and eat some beef

and pass it to the missus

Incase you haven't noticed,

It's Jesus's birthday

So get off your heathen Hindu ass,

And fucking celebrate.

Now I heard that in Japan,

Everyone just lives in sin...

They pray to several gods,

And put needles in their skin...

On December twenty-fifth,

all they do is eat a cake...

and that is why I'll go to Japan,

and walk around and say...

Hey there Mr Shintoist, Merry Fucking Christmas

God is gonna kick your ass You infidelic pagan scum.

Incase you haven't noticed,

There's festive things to do

So lets all rejoice for Jesus

and Merry Fucking Christmas to you.

On Christmas Day, I travel round the world and say..

Taoists, Korishnas, Buddists

and all you atheists too..

Merry Fucking Christmas to you.

Thank you, Mr Hat..
Mon, 11/27/2006 - 5:58 PM Permalink
Clue Master

Thanks for posting that Z-man
Mon, 11/27/2006 - 6:48 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

that reminds me of this one.... one of my all-time favorite holiday classics...

I highly reccomend downloading this one, if you can find it on bearshare, or ares, or whatever programs you guys use...

If anything to hear the opening talking segment with Twiztid.... its funny as hell.... anybody who's seen ICP's movie - Big Money Hustlas already knows who Big Stank and Lil Poot are... and they're the funniest thing ever, in this track

the actual song, when it comes up, has the beat and stuff of the Snoop Doggy Dogg song - "Gin & Juice", they just rapped over it, and made it "kinda" christmassy....

you'll see if ya get it

Imma shutup and post the lyrics now


Twiztid - "A Very Twiztid Christmas"

(Big Stank and Lil Poot - talking)
Big Stank: Alright, so let me get this right, you say it's a motherfucker who come to your house...
Lil Poot: To your muthafucking house
Big Stank: And he ain't be trying to rob you?
Lil Poot: Ah hell no, that's Santa, Dawg, you ain't ever heard of Santa?
Big Stank: Nuh uh
Lil Poot: Santa Claus, Saint Nick?
Big Stank: Nah
Lil Poot: Kris Kringle?
Big Stank: Man nah!
Lil Poot: You ain't ever heard of Kris Kringle?
Big Stank: Man Hell nah!!
Lil Poot: Look (What?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they ain't got no

chimney, so he just come in tha back dooor, he may have to kick it in though, depending

it what hood he in, cause some people be bolting they shit
Big Stank: Who?
Lil Poot: You know like Kwee-Kwee and them down there on west 7 mile, you know, slangin the herb
Big Stank: Fool, I know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some DOORS?
Lil Poot: Santa, SANTA CLAUS!...Ho Ho Ho everybody's Jolly
Big Stank: Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of Churches' Chicken
Lil Poot: Something like that, except he come and he be bringing gifts, it's like religious thing

or something
Big Stank: Man, you acting like a sucker believing in that Fishtishish Bullshit!
Lil Poot: Man, I don't even like fish! so, LOOK!
Big Stank: WHAT?
Lil Poot: He's looking at his list
Big Stank: Right
Lil Poot: He's checking it twice
Big Stank: Right, Right
Lil Poot: And he gonna know who's naughty or nice
Big Stank: Man, hell nah, so what you saying, this motherfucker work for the FBI? he got a list,

what kind of list?
Lil Poot: I mean, it's kinda like that, it ain't really a list like that, I mean its Christmas list,

you know like gifts and stuff... remember when you was and you wanting Space Invaders

for the 5200 back in '86? (yea), and then nobody got it for you? (uh huh), cause you

wasn't right, Santa was like Fuck that, I ain't bringing him shit, I'mma gonna bring my

homie Lil Poot erythang.
Big Stank: Well fuck SANTA, and fuck you
Lil Poot: Man fuck you man, you don't be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg
Big Stank: I don't be beliving in that shit, that shit ain't even real, man you acting like a

little sucker beliving in some old Santa Claus shit
Lil Poot: Man, SANTA for life fool

(weird ass voice)
  • have you been a good boy this year? if not I'm gonna split your fucking head!"

    (heres where the song starts)

    (rapped to the tune of Snoop Doggs - Gin and Juice song)
  • Tue, 11/28/2006 - 2:12 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    With so much Drama in the D-E-T

    It's kinda hard putting trimin's on my Christmas Tree

    But, I some how, some way

    Keep coming up with fresh ass nizzle just to drizzle on the way

    May I, wrap another gift, so that I, can sneek up in your house in the bedroom

    Everybody tripping, roasting chestnuts, waiting on Santa to come

    I got Blaze in the living room drinking Egg-Nog

    Jamie's in the kitchen and he pulling the bomb

    I got Little Eric Loder dressed up like a Elf

    And, all they keep saying is "go fuck yourself"

    So, turn off the lights and close the doors

    (Man for what?) Santa Claus Hoe

    And, we gonna blow an ounce with him

    G's up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit

    Chorus:

    Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog.

    Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog.

    With my Mind on my presents

    And my presents on my mind

    Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog

    Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog

    With my mind on my presents

    And my presents on my mind

    Mixing Egg-Nog and Gin

    everybody got their cups but they ain't chiped in

    Well I called up Blaze told him, time for dime

    He said him and Anybody coming through at nine

    See everything is fine, cause I'm feeling all Christmassy

    And I'm standing right next to the Christmas tree

    Seeing the blinking lights made me sick

    But I always decorate every year for Saint Nick

    So, there ain't no chance he gonna pass me up

    Got some Cocoa in a cup and some Hydro in a blunt

    That I am gonna smoke with Santa Claus

    Get him all shit-faced till the break of dawn

    And, watch him fly off in the night

    Hey thanks for the presents, I hope you make it home alright

    Before he left he said "Hey, Listen Bro"

    "Your the first down by me, I gotta billon more to go".

    *Chorus*

    Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog

    Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog

    With my mind on my presents

    And my presents on my mind

    Later on Christmas Day

    My homie Violent J

    Came through with a gift for me

    And a dope ass fruit cake "aight dawg",

    With a phat ass joint with the blue cots

    That make ya choke, with some bud, ain't no choke

    Had to take a step back, sit my Egg-Nog down, knocking Rum and cot

    I'm fucked up now, but ain't no body clap, the presents are wrapped

    Shaggy's style through with a 40 in a sac "roll it up"

    Smoke with Santa, break with the elves

    They supposed to stop by at a half past twelve

    *Chorus*

    Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog

    Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog

    With my mind on my presents

    And my presents on my mind

    Shit If I would of known we was getting shit for free

    I would have pulled my dick out!
    Tue, 11/28/2006 - 2:19 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    I actually did it one better and re-wrote a buncha the lyrics about my own crew, a couple of years ago, which we then took turns spitting the lyrics out, on a really crappy recording, and then threw on a CD....

    I can post that too, if anybody really cares to see it.
    Tue, 11/28/2006 - 2:26 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Alter Bridge - Metalingus (Entrance Music for WWE Wrestler - "Edge" )

    I've been defeated and brought down

    Dropped to my knees when hope ran out

    The time has come to change my ways

    On this day I see clearly everything has come to life

    A bitter place and a broken dream

    And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind

    I'll never long for what might have been

    Regret won't waste my life again

    I won't look back

    I'll fight to remain:

    On this day I see clearly everything has come to life

    A bitter place and a broken dream

    And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind

    On this day its so real to me

    Everything has come to life

    Another chance to chase a dream

    Another chance to feel

    Chance to feel alive

    Fear will kill me, all I could be

    Lift these sorrows

    Let me breathe, could you set me free

    Could you set me free

    On this day I see clearly everything has come to life

    A bitter place and a broken dream

    And we'll leave it all behind

    On this day its so real to me

    Everything has come to life

    Another chance to chase a dream

    Another chance to feel

    Chance to feel alive
    Wed, 11/29/2006 - 3:16 PM Permalink
    KITCH

    When I'm coming home to you

    Tell you what I'm gonna do

    You gotta sit down honey

    Everything will be alright

    Eyes is like a shining pearl

    She was a high school girl

    Well, sit down honey

    Everything will be alright

    Whooooa-oh!

    Everything will be alright

    Oooooh-hoo!

    Lord, lord, it's alright

    Yeah, yeah!

    Whoooa-oh!

    Everything's alright

    Now, when you're coming through the door

    I'll tell you what I'm looking for

    You gotta sit down honey

    'Cause everything will be alright

    Ooooh-hoo!

    Everything's alright

    I say, hey

    Everything's alright

    Guitar yeah!

    Oooooh-hoo!

    Everything will be alright

    Lord, lord, lord

    Everything will be alright

    Good god,

    I said everything will be alright

    Give it to me

    'Cause everything will be alright

    Rolling, rolling, rolling, yeah

    Everything will be alright.

    http://www.lyricsdomain.com/5/elf/
    Thu, 11/30/2006 - 5:13 AM Permalink
    Love4Vino

    Eddy Raven - I've Got Mexico Lyrics

    I just got tired of that same old job tired of fightin'

    that freeway mob i bet you never thought i'd really go

    i'd never get as far as mexico i've even learned to

    speak the language some down on the beach drinkin' coke and

    rum you wouldn't know me with this golden glow smoke & sun

    in mexicoI'm eatin right and i'm livin' good

     doin everything i said i wouldI should have left a long

    time agoWho needs you i've got mexicoThrough it

    all nothings really changed no matter what honey that's a

    shame i still love you that's the way it goes he's got

    you, i've got mexico
    Thu, 11/30/2006 - 1:23 PM Permalink
    mrmnmikey

    GODSMACK



    Keep Away

    Sickness spilling though your eyes. Craving everything that you though was alive. Stab me in my heart again, drag me though you wasted life are you forever dead? Do like I told you, stay away from me. Never misunderstand me, keep away form me. TwistinÂ’ everything around that you say (Yeah)! Smack me in my mouth 200 times every other day. Rag me, I donÂ’t her you anymore, not yet. Find out what it means to me I donÂ’t know who you are.? DragginÂ’ on s lonely, arenÂ’t you tiered baby Breathing life into you lungs, are you immune to me?

    Re-Align

    Decisions made from desperation - no way to go. Internal instincts craving isolation - for me to grow. My fears come alive, in this place where I once died. Demons dreaming knowing I - I just needed to realign. Fell in a river of illusion - and apathy. Drowning in a self-induced confusion - I'd rather be. Yeah! My fears come alive, in this place where I once died. Demons dreaming knowing I - I just needed to realign. Yeah!



    Awake

    Wait another minute. Can't you see what this pain has f**king done to me. I'm alive and still kickin'. What you see I can't see and maybe you'll think before you speak. I'm alive for you. I'm awake because of you. I'm alive I told you. I'm awake swallowing you Take another second. Turn your back on me and make believe that you're always happy. It's safe to say you're never alive. A big part of you has died and by the way, I hope you're satisfied. Tearing it back unveiling me. Taking a step back so I can breathe. Hear the silence about to break. Fear resistance when I'm awake.



    Straight Out Of Line

    There's no reason, there's no compromise. Change in seasons, living the high life. I don't know you So don't freak on me. I can't control you You're not my destiny. Straight out of line I can't find a reason. Why I should justify my ways. Straight out of line I don't need a reason. You don't need to lie to me. I'll confess this you're my tragedy I laid you to rest just as fast as you turned on me. Gone for ever, banished the memories. Displays of pleasure are masked by your misery. Straight out of line I can't find a reason, why I should justify my ways. Straight out of line, I don't need a reason. You don't need to lie to me. Lie to me. Straight out of line, I can't find a reason, why I should justify my ways. Straight out of line, I don't need a reason. You don't need to, donÂ’t need to lie to me!

    I Stand Alone

    I've told you this once before, can't control me If you try to take me down you're gonna break I feel your every nothing that you're doin for me I'm thinking you outta make your own way I stand alone Inside, I Stand alone You're always hiding behind your so called Godess So what. You don't think that we can see you're face? Ressurected back before the final falling I'll never rest until i can make my own way I'm not afraid of fading. . . I Stand Alone Feeling your sting down inside me, I'm not dying for it I stand alone. Everything that i believe is fading I stand Alone, inside i stand alone And now it's my time It's my time to dream dream of the skies Make me believe that this place isn't plagued by the poison in me And help me decide if my fire will burn out before you can breathe into me

    Serenity

    As I sit here, and slowly close my eyes,I take another deep breath and feel the wind pass through my body. I'm the one in your soul, reflecting inner light. Protect the ones who hold you, cradling your inner child. I need serenity, in a place where I can hide. I need serenity, nothing changes, days go by. Where do we go when we just don't know, and how do we relight the flame when it's cold? Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing and when will we learn to control? Tragic visions slowly stole my life. Tore away everything, cheating me out of my time. I'm the one who loves you, no matter wrong or right. And every day I hold you, I hold you with my inner child. I need serenity, in a place where I can hide. I need serenity, nothing changes, days go by. Where do we go when we just don't know?, and how do we relight the flame when it's cold? Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing, and when will we learn to control?

    Voodoo

    Candles raise my desire. Why IÂ’m so far away. No more meaning for my life? No more reason to stay. Freezing feeling, breathe in - breathe in, IÂ’m coming back again! IÂ’m not the one whoÂ’s so far away, When I feel the snake bit enter my veins. Never did I wanna be here again And I donÂ’t remember why I came. Hazing clouds rain on my head, empty thoughts fill my ears. Find my shade by the moon light, why my thoughts arenÂ’t so clear. Demons dreaming, breathe in - breathe in. IÂ’m coming back again. Voodoo, IÂ’m not the one whoÂ’s so far away.

    Thu, 11/30/2006 - 3:40 PM Permalink
    mrmnmikey

    Godsmack



    Whatever

    And I wonder day to day. I don't like you anyway. I don't need your s**t today. You're pathetic in your own way. I feel for you: better fu**in go away. I will behave: better fu**inÂ’ go away. I'm doing the best I ever did, I'm doing the best that I can, I'm doing the best I ever did. I don't need to fantasize. You are my pets all the time. I don't mind if you go blind. You get what you get, until you through with my life. I feel for you: better fu**in go away. I will behave, you better go away. I'm doing the best I ever did. I'm doing the best that I can. I'm doing the best I ever did. Now go away.

    Bad Religion

    Can you feel IÂ’m not like you anymore? I cantÂ’ see, I canÂ’t breath. See you quiver like the dogs on the street. Looking down on as I beat you. ItÂ’s a bad religion, from a broken nation. ItÂ’s a contradiction, and I canÂ’t take it anymore. WhoÂ’s to say I wonÂ’t like you anyway. Take a deep breath, IÂ’m alive. Can you feel me, IÂ’m alive inside you. AgonyÂ’s creeping up behind youÂ… ItÂ’s a bad religion, from a broken nation. ItÂ’s a contradiction. And I canÂ’t take it any f***ing way! Can you feel it? I gotta live with it everyday. And I canÂ’t take the pressure, IÂ’m going insane. Now go away!

    Speak

    Free? You better love me. Hide or runaway from all your yesterdays. (Chorus) Speak the truth or make your peace some other way. Well I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me will speak to me Way beyond your controlling mind And no more believing in all your precious lies. (Chorus) In finding balance between lies and trust theyÂ’ll never be a better source than to speak your truth or make your peace in some other way

    The Enemy

    Hey! Mr. Back stabbing son of a bitch YouÂ’re livinÂ’ in a world that willl soon be dyinÂ’ And I know, everybody knows you try to be like me. But even at your best as a man you couldnÂ’t equal half o f me I am realizing that everybodyÂ’s lost their simple ways. And now that itÂ’s here, I see it oh so clearly. IÂ’ve come face to face with the enemy. You! YouÂ’re another shit talkinÂ’ punk to me. YouÂ’re a living inspiration for what I never wanna be. I see, youÂ’ve been blinded by what you believe. Now back up and sit down, shut up and act like you need to be (Chorus) Come to meÂ…The enemy So predicting, youÂ’re the reason why I lie. Simple decision took me too much time to fly. Check Mate!!!

    Shine Down

    So tired sleeping through the day. Blood-shot eyes and the sweat from my body. I picked my head up yesterday. Found no reason or hope left inside of me. But I still believe in immortal love. And I know thereÂ’s someone above. (Chorus) Shine downÂ…donÂ’t take it away from me, no. And I know you know how. Shine downÂ…just give me a chance to feel it. ItÂ’s taken forever to get me off the ground. A dead silence overwhelming me. Day and night takes its toll on my sanity. And I know IÂ’ve been away too long. All these years IÂ’ve been hiding. A felling IÂ’m coming strong! But it still believe in immortal love. And I know thereÂ’s someone that up above. Show me a path to find my way. And give me a reason to pray

    Thu, 11/30/2006 - 3:41 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Psychostick sent this out earlier



    Psychostick wants you to make your own video for the hit song "Beer."

    Check out http://www.beerbeerbeerbeer.com to see some samples of already

    submitted videos.

    The winner of the contest will recieve unparalleled fame and fortune. And

    good karma. And your video will be posted on our awesome new site,
    http://www.beerbeerbeerbeer.com. And you'll get good karma. And tacos.

    To enter:

    1) Make your video.

    2) Upload it to the contest YouTube group (You need to join the group first)
    http://www.youtube.com/group/psychostickcontest

    3) Be over the age of 13.

    4) Do not show actual beer drinking in your video if you are under tha age

    of 21.

    5) Pray pray pray that you win.

    The winning videos will be chosen by the Rock Ridge Crew. The contest runs

    till we say stop. Which could be at any moment, so get going. Now.

    Seriously, stop reading and start recording. NOW.
    Thu, 11/30/2006 - 4:03 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Alanis Morissette - "Unsent"

    dear matthew I like you a lot I realize you're in a relationship

    with someone right now and I respect

    that I would like you to know that if you're ever single

    in the future and you want to come visit me in california

    I would be open to spending time with you and finding

    out how old you were when you wrote your first song

    dear jonathan I liked you too much I used to be attracted to boys

    who would lie to me and think solely about themselves and you

    were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time I used to say

    the more tragic the better the truth is whenever I think of the early 90's

    your face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday

    dear terrance I love you muchly you've been nothing

    but open hearted and emotionally available and supportive

    and nurturing and consummately there for me I kept drawing you in

    and pushing you away I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep

    on your couch and cry in front of you for the first time you

    were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself what

    was wrong with me

    dear marcus you rocked my world you had a charismatic way

    about you with the women and you got me

    seriously thinking about spirituality and you wouldn't let me get away

    with kicking my own ass but I could never really feel relaxed and looked out

    for around you though and that stopped us from going any further

    than we did and it's kinda too bad becasue we could've had much more fun

    dear lou we learned so much I realize we won't be able to talk for some time

    and I understand that as I do you

    the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could

    we were together during a very tumultuous time

    in our lives I will always have your back and be curious about you

    about your career about your whereabouts
    Sat, 12/02/2006 - 5:47 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Anthrax - "Among The Living"



    Disease! Disease! Spreading the disease.

    With some help from Captain Trips, he'll bring the world down to his knees.

    Power, yes Power! He'll show them all his power.

    It pulses through his ice cold blood, a whole world to devour!

    He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy he's spawning.

    He's coming, corrupting, among the living!

    Murder! Murder! Commit cold blooded murder!

    Like Nazis during World War Two, they only follow orders.

    Hatred! Hatred! A crucifix is your bed,

    Once he turns his eye on you, you'll be better off dead!

    I'm the walkin' dude, I can see all the world!

    Twist your minds with fear, I'm the man with the power.

    Among the living, follow me or die!

    Man, fights Man! Divided they can't stand!

    United, they can battle back, and make him force his hand!

    Fear, yes fear! His end is growing near,

    He didn't count on Man's good faith, and their will to persevere.

    Follow me or die!

    FIRE! HOT FIRE!! Purge the world with fire!!

    Damnation is the price he'll pay, for an evil man's desire!

    Good, versus evil! The stand to vanquish evil!

    Man can only live one way, that place right in the middle.

    Follow me or die!

    Among
    Sat, 12/02/2006 - 5:48 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Bon Jovi - "Living In Sin"

    I don't need no license

    To sign on no line

    And I don't need no preacher

    To tell me you're mine

    I don't need no diamonds

    I don't need no new bride

    I just need you, baby

    To look me in the eye

    I know they have a hand time

    And your Daddy don't approve

    But I don't need your Daddy

    Telling us what we should do

    Now there's a million questions

    I could ask about our lives

    But I only need one answer

    To get me through the night

    So baby, can you tell me just where we fit in

    I call it love they call it living in sin

    Is it you and me or just this world we live in

    I say we're living on love they say we're living in sin

    Is it right for both our parents

    Who fight it out most nights

    Then pray for God's forgiveness

    When they both turn out the lights

    Or wear that ring of diamonds

    When your heart is made of stone

    You can talk but still say nothing

    You stay together but alone

    Or is it right to hold you

    And kiss your lips goodnight

    They say the promise is forever

    If you sign it on the dotted line

    Baby, can you tell me just where we fit in

    I call it love they call it living in sin

    Is it you and me or just this world we live in

    I say we're living on love they say we're living in sin

    [Solo]

    Baby, can you tell me just where we fit in

    I call it love they call it living in sin

    Is it you and me or just this world we live in

    I say we're living on love they say we're living in sin

    I call it love they call it living in sin

    Living in sin

    I don't know where to begin

    I don't know where we fit in

    Living in sin
    Sat, 12/02/2006 - 5:49 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Bruce Springsteen - "Rosalita"

    Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins

    You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game

    You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun

    And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run

    You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son

    The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and

    Rosie you're the one

    Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats

    Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats

    Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus

    Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us

    She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know we ain't gonna come

    I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun

    Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire

    I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire

    Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there

    Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air

    We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool

    Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright

    Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight

    Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor

    Closets are for hangers winners use the door

    Rosalita jump a little...

    Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band

    And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand

    Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room

    I'm comin' to lend a hand

    I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man

    Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny

    But now you're sad your mama's mad

    And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money

    Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance

    Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance

    My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy

    My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey

    Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong

    By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms

    I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way

    There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day

    You can hear them in the back room strummin'

    So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'

    Rosalita jump a little...
    Sat, 12/02/2006 - 5:50 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Prince - "The Morning Papers"

    He realized that she was new 2 love

    Naive in every way

    Every schoolboy's fanstasy she was

    That's why he had 2 wait

    If he poured his heart into a glass

    And offered it like wine

    She could drink and be back in time for the morning papers

    They could take a walk down the oceanside

    Make a wish on every wave

    They could find a carousel

    And ride or kiss in every cave

    They could contemplate the entire universe

    Or just one star

    Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers

    Let me play it for u one time, oh oh

    Well

    Hey

    Shucks

    Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love?

    Should we ask the ones who speculate

    When they don't know what it's made of?

    Should we ask the moonlight on your face

    Or the raindrops in your hair

    Or should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?

    Should we ask the moonlight on your face

    Or the raindrops in your hair

    Should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?

    Somebody help me sing it now

    La-la-la-la-la-la

    La-la-la-la-la-la

    La-la-la-la-la-la-la

    Oh yes

    La-la-la-la-la-la

    La-la-la-la-la-la

    La-la-la-la-la-la-la

    Go play

    La-la-la-la-la-la

    La-la-la-la-la-la

    La-la-la-la-la-la-la

    Ok
    Sat, 12/02/2006 - 5:50 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    I dont know which I'd rather do more - just look at this chick, or listen to her sing

    Liz Phair - "fuck and run"

    And I want a boyfriend

    I want a boyfriend

    I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas

    And I can feel it in my bones

    I'm gonna spend another year alone

    It's fuck and run, fuck and run

    Even when I was seventeen

    Fuck and run, fuck and run

    Even when I was twelve

    And I can feel it in my bones

    I'm gonna spend my whole life alone

    It's fuck and run, fuck and run

    Even when I was seventeen

    Fuck and run, fuck and run

    Even when I was twelve

    You almost felt bad

    You said that I should call you up

    But I knew much better than that

    And almost immediately you felt sorry

    'Cause you didn't think this would happen again

    No matter what you could do or say

    Just that you didn't think this would happen again

    Without or without your best intentions

    And whatever happened to a girlfriend

    The kind of chick who tries to win you over?

    And whatever happened to a girlfriend

    The kind of chick who makes love 'cause she's in it?

    And you want a girlfriend

    You want a girlfriend

    You want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas

    Letters and sodas

    Letters and sodas

    Letters and sodas
    Sat, 12/02/2006 - 5:52 AM Permalink
    KITCH

    Would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather be a mule

    A mule is an animal with long funny ears

    He kicks up at anything he hears

    His back is brawny - and his brain is weak

    Hes just plain stupid with a - stubborn streak

    And by the way, if you hate to go to school

    You may grow up to be a mule

    Would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather be a pig

    A pig is an animal with dirt on his face

    His shoes are a terrible disgrace

    He aint got no manners when he eats his food

    Hes fat and lazy - and extremely rude

    But if you dont care a feather or a fig

    You may grow up to be a pig

    Would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather be a fish

    A fish wont do anything but swim in a brook

    He cant write his name or read a book

    And to fool the people is his only thought

    Though he slippery - he still gets caught

    But then if that sort of life is what you wish

    You may grow up to be a fish

    And all the monkeys arent in a zoo

    Every day you meet quite a few

    So you see its all up to you

    You can be better than you are

    You could be swinging on a star
    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 8:17 AM Permalink
    KITCH

    http://www.cfhf.net/lyrics/out-of.htm

    I KNEW I'D FIND IT....

    AS HEARD ON SHOW

    Would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather go to earth

    An earthling's a creature who is plain as can be

    He's not as unique as you or me

    His body comes in lots of different shapes

    They say his relatives were chimps and apes

    But if you take my advice for what it's worth

    You could be happy there on earth

    Or would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    You could be swinging on a star

    You could be swinging on a star

    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 8:22 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    That rocks
    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 10:11 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    I think I heard Ernie sing a different version of this on Sesame Street, one time.
    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 3:09 PM Permalink
    KITCH

    Sesame Street Lyrics

    Swinging On A Star Lyrics

    Would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather be a mule?

    A mule is an animal with long funny ears

    Kicks up at anything he hears

    His back is brawny but his brain is weak

    He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak

    And by the way, if you hate to go to school

    You may grow up to be a mule

    Or would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather be a pig?

    A pig is an animal with dirt on his face

    His shoes are a terrible disgrace

    He has no manners when he eats his food

    He's fat and lazy and extremely rude

    But if you don't care a feather or a fig

    You may grow up to be a pig

    Or would you like to swing on a star

    Carry moonbeams home in a jar

    And be better off than you are

    Or would you rather be a fish?

    A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook

    He can't write his name or read a book

    To fool the people is his only thought

    And though he's slippery, he still gets caught

    But then if that sort of life is what you wish

    You may grow up to be a fish

    A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish

    And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo

    Every day you meet quite a few

    So you see it's all up to you

    You can be better than you are

    You could be swingin' on a star
    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 3:20 PM Permalink
    mrmnmikey

    I like this new song

    Flyleaf

    Fully Alive

    Telling layla's story spoken

    About how all her bones are broken

    hammers fall on all the peices

    two months in the cover creases

    Fully alive, more than most

    ready to smile and love life.

    Fully alive and she knows

    How to believe in futures.

    All my complaints shrink to nothing.

    I'm ashamed of all my somethings.

    She's glad for one day of comfort

    Only because she has suffered.

    Fully alive, more than most

    ready to smile and love life.

    Fully alive and she knows

    How to believe in futures.
    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 5:10 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Three Days Grace - "The Animal I Have Become"

    I can't escape this hell

    So many times i've tried

    But i'm still caged inside

    Somebody get me through this nightmare

    I can't control myself

    So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

    No one will ever change this animal I have become

    Help me believe it's not the real me

    Somebody help me tame this animal

    (This animal, this animal)

    I can't escape myself

    (I can't escape myself)

    So many times i've lied

    (So many times i've lied)

    But there's still rage inside

    Somebody get me through this nightmare

    I can't control myself

    So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

    No one will ever change this animal I have become

    Help me believe it's not the real me

    Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

    Help me believe it's not the real me

    Somebody help me tame this animal

    Somebody help me through this nightmare

    I can't control myself

    Somebody wake me from this nightmare

    I can't escape this hell

    (This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)

    So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

    No one will ever change this animal I have become

    Help me believe it's not the real me

    Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

    Help me believe it's not the real me

    Somebody help me tame this animal

    (This animal I have become)
    Mon, 12/04/2006 - 11:03 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Run DMC - "Here We Go"

    1 2 3 in the place to be

    as it is plane to see

    He is DJ Run and I am DMC

    Funky fresh from 1983 DJ Jammaster J

    Inside the place with all the bass

    He leads us by the trace

    And we came here tonight to get on your case

    And we are the crush grooving

    The body moving directly makin' and directly breakin'

    And it goes a little somethin' like this:

    It goes a one two three and

    Here we go here we go here we go

    here we here we here we go

    DMC and DJ Run, dum diddi dum didi didi dum dum

    We're rockin' on the mic so that you know where we are from

    Dum didi dum didi didi dum dum

    We hope your pray for the big big drum

    Drum didi drum didi didi drum drum

    So people in the place have a big beater

    Here we come here we come here we ?dipi? come come

    So come on everybody let's all get down

    What we have is a brand new sound

    So nobody out there be misled

    We make a more beat rhymes inside our head

    The other MCs can't have a peak

    When we rock on the mic to this big beat

    The beat is peak it's kind of taw

    When we're on the mic very taw

    It's like that yo (that yo) it's like that yo (that yo)

    It't like that or like that or like that yo (that yo)

    Cool chief rapper I don't trick further

    You keep a bag of sugar inside my live (HA!)

    You let us cool everything (HA!)

    when it's time for the peng (HA!) (HA!)

    Because I'm rockin' on the mic until the break of day

    And all the things I do make me a star

    And you can be too if know who you are

    So put your mind tuned to go real far

    And next thing is to know what happens so far

    Liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy

    Listen to the beat NO I say

    because it's not routine in the way I play (Ahh yah?)

    sittin in my house all time of the day and then I

    move the time Jammaster J

    Hey they used to call me easy D

    because I rock on the mic so easily

    But now the call me DMC

    The DMC of the party

    The D's for duly all of the time

    M is for the rhymes that are all mine

    C's for cool cool as can be

    -and why you wear the classes?-

    so I can see

    rhymes so deep rhymes rhymes galore

    rhymes that you've never even heard before

    now if you say you hurt my mind we gonna have to fight

    cause I've just made the motherfuckers joggle last night

    kick of your sheet relax your feet

    party all down to the DJ Run beat

    the beat to get you off to get you outta your seat

    make you booby to a savvier so that you know what you need

    wait a time a minute don't break on me

    the rhymes come faster and the DJ cheats

    the DJ cuts the record for the value below

    while you boogie you ass till it's time to go

    and when it's time to go girl takin' you home

    so straighten you dress up but on the way it's so cold

    And I'm the microphone master super rhyme maker

    I get def when as the others get shaky

    It's me DMC in the place to be

    And I still got the same old harmony

    I'm the devastating mic controller

    The word we say and the chief rocks puller

    That beat boy made for the beat girls

    Rock through the rhymes in the turntable turns

    Some brand new was born to turn

    And it could be init rap king Alex Sore

    Rock about the cheats and the games we play

    See DJ come everyday

    We rock round town think hard rhymes

    Get paid real well don't have charge

    We've got big pocket seen

    Can't remand that wanted reward ready is to pay

    We've got all out there, do what they abase

    Place the game with the boy in arrest

    And the game's so light or really for

    He put your hand up to play until the game is done

    So play all to the break of dawn

    As we rock ya all to the early mornin'

    He's Jammaster J the big big blaster

    He gets better cause he knows he has to

    It's 83 and he's a little faster

    And only practise make a real Jammaster

    JMJ are the letters of his name

    Cuttin' and sratchin' are the aspects of his game

    so check out the scratcher as his cuts the jam

    they look at us with da mics in da hands

    then take a bow 1 2 3 Jammaster J Run DMC
    Tue, 12/05/2006 - 12:49 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    this track is one reason why I've always liked KRS-ONE

    Boogie Down Productions - "My Philosophy"

    [Verse One]

    Let's begin, what, where, why, or when

    will all be explained like instructions to a game

    See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational

    when I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"

    This one or that one, the white one or the black one

    pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one

    KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew

    right up to your face and dis you

    Everyone saw me on the last album cover

    Holding a pistol something far from a lover

    Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T

    I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me

    This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"

    Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's me

    This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn

    I'm not flammable, I don't burn

    so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect

    'cause that's just what KR collects

    see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk

    you walk down the street and get jumped

    You got to have style, and learn to be original

    and everybody's gonna wanna diss you

    like me, we stood up for the South Bronx

    and every sucka mc had a response

    You think we care? I know that they are on the tip

    my posse from the Bronx is thick

    and we're real live, we walk correctly

    a lot of suckas would like to forget me

    but they can't, cause like a champ

    I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second

    on the mic, I believe that you should get loose

    I haven't come to tell you I have juice

    I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level

    I'll be back, but for now just seckle!

    [Verse Two]

    I'll play the nine and you play the target

    you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it

    or should I say, "Start this," I am an artist

    of new concepts at their hardest

    cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar

    It ain't about money cause we all make dollars

    That's why I walk with my head up

    when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up

    Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games

    a lot of suckas with colorful names

    I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that

    huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack

    I'm not white or red or black

    I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down

    Productions, of course our music be thumpin'

    others say their bad, but they're buggin

    let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop

    about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock

    I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker

    mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker

    some mc's be talkin' and talkin'

    tryin' to show how black people are walkin

    but I don't walk this way to portray

    or reinforce stereotypes of today

    like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon

    talk broken english and drug sellin'

    See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts

    The way some act in rap is kind of wack

    and it lacks creativity and intelligence

    but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it

    It's my philosophy, on the industry

    Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd

    soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics

    Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it

    And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man

    A vegetarian, no goat or ham

    or chicken or turkey or hamburger

    'cause to me that's suicide self-murder

    let us get back to what we call hip hop

    and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock...

    [Verse Three]

    How many mc's must get dissed

    before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"

    this is just one style, out of many

    Like a piggy bank, this is one penny

    My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker

    My other brother I.C.U. is much darker

    Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers

    the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker

    Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher

    It's not about a salary it's all about reality

    Teachers teach and do the world good

    kings just rule and most are never understood

    If you were to rule or govern a certain industry

    All inside this room right now would be in misery

    No one would get along nor sing a song

    'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!

    So yo, what's up, it's me again

    Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again

    many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend

    We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten

    Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records

    no more than four minutes and some seconds

    the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'

    they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin'

    why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital

    to take KRS-One's title

    to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity

    in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?

    or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock

    but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped

    I don't play around nor do I f*** around

    and you can tell by the bodies that are left around

    when some clown jumps up to get beat down

    broken down to his very last compound

    see how it sounds? a little unrational

    a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL!

    Fresh for '88, you suckas..
    Tue, 12/05/2006 - 12:50 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Public Enemy - "Welcome To The Terrordome"

    I got so much trouble on my mind

    I refuse to lose

    Here's your ticket

    Hear the drummer get wicked

    The crew to you to push the back to Black

    Attack so I sat and japped

    Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)

    Now I'm ready to mike it

    (You know I like it) huh

    Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"

    Never be a brother like to go solo

    Lazer, anastasia, maze ya

    Ways to blaze your brain and train ya

    The way I'm livin', forgiven'

    What I'm givin' up

    X on the flex hit me now

    I don't know about later

    As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid

    Man I've had it up to here

    Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear

    Rhetoric said

    Read just a bit ago

    Not quittin' though

    Signed the hard rhymer

    Work to keep from gettin' jerked

    Changin' some ways

    To way back in the better days

    Raw metaphysically bold

    Never followed a code

    Still dropped a load

    Never question what I am God knows

    Cause it's comin' from the heart

    What I got better get some

    (Get on up) hustler of culture

    Snakebitten

    Been spit in the face

    But the rhymes keep fittin'

    Respects been givin' how's ya livin'

    Now I can't protect a pad off defect

    Check the record

    An reckon an intentional wreck

    Played off as some intellect

    Made the call, took the fall

    Broke the laws

    Not my fault they're fallin' off

    Known as fair square

    Throughout my years

    So I growl at the livin' foul

    Black to the bone my home is your home

    So welcome to the Terrordome

    Subordinate terror

    Kickin' off an era

    Cold deliverin' pain

    My 98 was 87 on a record yo

    So now I go Bronco

    Crucifixion ain't no fiction

    So called chosen frozen

    Apology made to who ever pleases

    Still they got me like Jesus

    I rather sing, bring, think reminisce

    'Bout a brother while I'm in sync

    Every brother ain't a brother cause a color

    Just as well could be undercover

    Backstabbed, grabbed a flag

    From the back of the lab

    Told a Rab get off the rag

    Sad to say I got sold down the river

    Still some quiver when I deliver

    Never to say I never know or had a clue

    Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard

    Lies, scandalizin', basin'

    Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?

    I rope a dope the evil with righteous

    Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even

    C'mon down

    And welcome to the Terrordome.

    Caught in the race against time

    The pit and the pendulum

    Check the rhythm and rhymes

    While I'm bendin' 'em

    Snakes blowin' up the lines of design

    Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em

    How to fight the power

    Cannot run and hide

    But it shouldn't be suicide

    In a game a fool without the rules

    Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize

    Every brother ain't a brother

    Cause a Black hand

    Squeezed on Malcom X the man

    The shootin' of Huey Newton

    From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger

    It's weak to speak and blame somebody else

    When you destroy yourself

    First nothing's worse than a mother's pain

    Of a son slain in Bensonhurst

    Can't wait for the state to decide the fate

    So this jam I dedicate

    Places with racist faces

    Just an example of one of many cases

    The Greek weekend speech I speak

    From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)

    I don't smile in the line of fire

    I go wildin'

    But it's on bass and drums even violins

    Watcha do gitcha head ready

    Instead of gettin' physically sweaty

    When I get mad

    I put it down on a pad

    Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'

    Fear of high rollin'

    God bless your soul and keep livin'

    Never allowed, kickin' it loud

    Droppin' a bomb

    Brain game intellectual Vietnam

    Move as a team

    Never move alone

    But

    Welcome to the Terrordome
    Tue, 12/05/2006 - 12:57 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    ODB's verse, alone - makes this one a classic in my books.

    Wu- Tang Clan - "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'"

    [Wu-Tang movie dialogue]

    The game of chess, is like a swordfight

    You must think first, before you move

    Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon

    When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

    [Verse One: U-God]

    Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia

    Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia

    My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation

    like the Emancipation Proclamation

    Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead

    you might as well run into the wall and bang your head

    I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'

    I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

    [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]

    Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire

    Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah

    I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from

    is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns

    so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin

    you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection

    Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk

    Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk

    A man vexed, is what the projects made me

    Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me

    Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler

    with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

    [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]

    Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah

    Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there

    Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks

    Bald heads, braids, blow this hook

    We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs

    Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks

    I only been a good nigga for a minute though

    cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo

    I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth

    lampin in a Lexus eatin beef

    Straight up and down don't even bother

    I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

    [Chorus: Method Man]

    My peoples are you with me where you at?

    In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack

    my peoples are you with me where you at?

    Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

    [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

    Here I go, deep type flow

    Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm

    cherry bombin shits... BOOM

    Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom

    Rappinin is what's happenin

    Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and

    At the party when I move my body

    Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!

    Grab the microphone put strength to the bone

    DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone

    Sure enough when I rock that stuff

    Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff

    rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly

    or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes

    comin raw style, hardcore

    Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store

    Comin to buy gro-cery from me

    Tryin to be a hip-hop MC

    The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang

    You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang

    Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck

    Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow

    Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!

    No one could get illa

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]

    Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right

    Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life

    On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit

    You reneged tried again, and got blasted

    Half mastered ass style mad ruff task

    When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask

    Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack

    That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat

    and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy

    strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy

    Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs

    Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs

    So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin

    Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son

    (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)

    [Verse Six: Masta Killa]

    Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty

    What justifies the homicide, when he dies?

    In his own iniquity it's the

    Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha

    We have an APB on an MC Killer

    Looks like the work of a Master

    Evidence indicates that's it's stature

    Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture

    The flow, changes like a chameleon

    Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger

    This technique attacks the immune system

    Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim

    You scream, as it enters your bloodstream

    Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain

    Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede

    and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER

    [Chorus]
    Tue, 12/05/2006 - 12:59 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    you know.... maybe if somebody would have given these guys a hug...

    -

    -

    -

    N.W.A. - "Straight Outta Compton"

    You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

    Verse One: Ice Cube

    Straight outta Compton crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube

    From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes

    When I'm called off I got a sawed off

    Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off

    You too boy if ya fuck with me

    The police are gonna hafta come and get me

    Off yo ass that's how I'm goin out

    For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out

    Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble

    Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo

    Goin off on a motherfucker like that

    with a gat that's pointed at yo ass

    So give it up smooth

    Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move

    Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin

    with a crime record like Charles Manson

    AK-47 is the tool

    Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool

    Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe

    I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily

    yo weekly, monthly and yearly

    until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly

    that I'm down with the capital C-P-T

    Boy you can't fuck with me

    So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck

    Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck

    As I leave, believe I'm stompin

    but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

    Chorus:

    [City of Compton, City of Compton]

    [Eazy E] Yo Ren

    [MC Ren] Whassup?

    [Eazy E] Tell em where you from!

    Verse Two: MC Ren

    Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga

    More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger

    I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this

    But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this

    But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps

    If not from the records, from jackin the crops

    Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'

    And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'

    Shoot a motherfucker in a minute

    I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it

    So if you're at a show in the front row

    I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho

    You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to

    But that shows me, slut, you're composed to

    a crazy muthafucker from tha street

    Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit

    MC Ren controls the automatic

    For any dumb muthafucker that starts static

    Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself

    every time I pull a AK off the shelf

    The security is maximum and that's a law

    R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw

    See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain

    The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin

    that's takin place without a clue

    And once you're on the scope, your ass is through

    Look, you might take it as a trip

    but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip

    Straight outta Compton...

    Chorus:

    [City of Compton, City of Compton]

    [Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...

    Verse Three: Eazy-E

    ...straight outta Compton

    is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother

    and make ya sister think I love her

    Dangerous motherfucker raises hell

    And if I ever get caught I make bail

    See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem

    I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him

    But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while

    And when I see a punk pass, I smile

    To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin

    but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin

    lookin for the one they call Eazy

    But here's a flash, they never seize me

    Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark

    except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation

    and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration

    Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin

    But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin

    So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!

    You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!

    This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me

    You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother

    word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton

    Chorus:

    [City of Compton, City of Compton]

    [Damn that shit was dope!]
    Tue, 12/05/2006 - 1:01 PM Permalink
    diggin4it

    I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness.

    All that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess.

    If I were walking in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none.

    While you and your friends are worrying 'bout me, I'm having lots of fun.

    Counting flowers on the wall,

    That don't bother me at all.

    Playing Solitaire till dawn,

    With a deck of fifty-one.

    Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.

    Now, don't tell me I've nothing to do.

    Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town.

    As long as I can dream, it's hard to slow this swinger down.

    So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doing fine.

    You can always find me here, having quite a time.

    Counting flowers on the wall,

    That don't bother me at all.

    Playing Solitaire till dawn,

    With a deck of fifty-one.

    Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.

    Now, don't tell me I've nothing to do.

    Well, it's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright.

    Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light.

    And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete.

    So I must go back to my room and make my day complete.

    Counting flowers on the wall,

    That don't bother me at all.

    Playing Solitaire till dawn,

    With a deck of fifty-one.

    Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.

    Now, counting flowers on the wall,

    That don't bother me at all.

    Playing Solitaire till dawn,

    With a deck of fifty-one.

    Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.

    Now, don't tell me I've nothing to do.

    Don't tell me I've nothing to do.
    Fri, 12/08/2006 - 11:55 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    R.I.P. Dimebag :frown: :frown:

    Artist: Pantera

     Song: Cemetary Gates Lyrics



    Reverend, Reverend,

    Is this a conspiracy?

    Crucified for no sins

    No revenge beneath me

    Lost within my plans for life

    It all seems so unreal

    I'm a man cut in half in this world

    Left in my misery

    The reverend he turned to me

    Without a tear in his eyes

    It's nothing new for him to see

    I didn't ask him why

    I will remember

    The love our souls had

    Sworn to make

    Now I watch the falling rain

    All my mind can see

    Now is your (face)

    Well I guess

    You took my youth

    I gave it all away

    Like the birth of a

    New-found joy

    This love would end in rage

    And when she died

    I couldn't cry

    The pride within my soul

    You left me incomplete

    All alone as the

    Memories now unfold.

    Believe the word

    I will unlock my door

    And pass the

    Cemetery gates

    Sometimes when I'm alone

    I wonder aloud

    If you're watching over me

    Some place far abound

    I must reverse my life

    I can't live in the past

    Then set my soul free

    Belong to me at last

    Through all those

    Complex years

    I thought I was alone

    I didn't care to look around

    And make this world my own

    And when she died

    I should've cried and spared myself some pain...

    Left me incomplete

    All alone as the memories still remain

    The way we were

    The chance to save my soul

    And my concern is now in vain

    Believe the word

    I will unlock my door

    And pass the cemetery gates

    Fri, 12/08/2006 - 12:35 PM Permalink
    KITCH

    lennon 2
    Fri, 12/08/2006 - 1:40 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    I always remember both of them on 12/8 :frown:

    Fri, 12/08/2006 - 2:43 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    My favorite Pantera song :smile: Thanx!!
    Fri, 12/08/2006 - 8:13 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    Father Christmas

    When I was small I believed in Santa Claus

    Though I knew it was my dad

    And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas

    Open my presents and I'd be glad

    But the last time I played Father Christmas

    I stood outside a department store

    A gang of kids came over and mugged me

    And knocked my reindeer to the floor

    They said: Father Christmas, give us some money

    Don't mess around with those silly toys.

    We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over

    We want your bread so don't make us annoyed

    Give all the toys to the little rich boys

    Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit

    Don't give my sister a cuddly toy

    We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money

    We only want the real McCoy

    Father Christmas, give us some money

    We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed

    Father Christmas, give us some money

    Don't mess around with those silly toys

    But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one

    He's got lots of mouths to feed

    But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun

    So I can scare all the kids down the street

    Father Christmas, give us some money

    We got no time for your silly toys

    We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over

    We want your bread so don't make us annoyed

    Give all the toys to the little rich boys

    Have yourself a merry merry Christmas

    Have yourself a good time

    But remember the kids who got nothin'

    While you're drinkin' down your wine

    Father Christmas, give us some money

    We got no time for your silly toys

    Father Christmas, please hand it over

    We'll beat you up, so don't make us annoyed

    Father Christmas, give us some money

    Don't mess around with those silly toys

    We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over

    We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed

    Give all the toys to the little rich boys
    Sat, 12/09/2006 - 8:46 AM Permalink
    zephyrus

    "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)"

    -----Ramones

    Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight

    Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight

    Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you

    Where is Santa? At his sleigh?

    Tell me why is it always this way?

    Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby?

    Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas

    All the children are tucked in their beds

    Sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads

    Snowball fighting, it's so exciting baby

    I love you and you love me

    And that's the way it's got to be

    I loved you from the start

    'Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's hearts

    Where is Santa? At his sleigh?

    Tell me why is it always this way?

    Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby?

    Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas

    All the children are tucked in their beds

    Sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads

    Snowball fighting, it's so exciting baby

    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    I love you and you love me

    And that's the way it's got to be

    I loved you from the start

    'Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's hearts

    Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight

    Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight

    Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you
    Sat, 12/09/2006 - 8:48 AM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    gotta chance to check out his artwork that was on display over in DT MPLS yesterday....

    really, really cool stuff.

    the hotel is pretty cool too.
    Sat, 12/09/2006 - 5:30 PM Permalink
    me2

    hmmmmmmmmmm

    interesting timing
    Sun, 12/10/2006 - 4:21 PM Permalink
    me2

    I'm suprised that I knew this hard rock band and you boys didn't. I love their music.

    Ive been trying to find this on cd for months for a good price ....I guess $20 is a good price? wow.

    Hard to find item --- geeeesh - used for $18 --- new for $20

    http://www.amazon.com/Silk-Steel-Giuffria/dp/B0000509UK/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_k2a_3_txt/104-7421894-7146313

    http://cgi.ebay.com/Giuffria-Giuffria-CD-Brand-new-and-sealed_W0QQitemZ200057417122QQihZ010QQcategoryZ307QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

    Giuffria was formed in the early '80s by ex-Angel keyboardist Gregg Giuffria. The band included vocalist David Glen Eisley, guitarist Craig Goldy (who later went on to play with Dio), bassist Chuck Wright, and drummer Alan Krigger.

    Similar to the power pop/arena hard rock style of Journey, Giuffria's 1984 self-titled debut met with marginal success, spawning the hit single "Call to Your Heart." Giuffria went on to open for Deep Purple and Foreigner before headlining a tour of their own in Japan. Replacing Goldy and Wright with Lanny Cordola and David Sikes, Giuffria's second, 1986 release, Silk and Steel, suffered from lack of promotion and tour support. After the band quietly disbanded, Gregg Giuffria regrouped with Cordola and Wright to form House of Lords.

    One of their songs also received play on a Spongebob Squarepants episode entitled Band Geeks. The song was called "Sweet Victory" and was included at the end sequence after having been previously released as stock music.

    http://www.nolifetilmetal.com/giuffria.htm

    OMG- look at that hair!!!! ....

    http://www.rocknrollhell.com/giuffria/
    Sun, 12/10/2006 - 7:43 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    no kidding...
    Mon, 12/11/2006 - 5:01 PM Permalink