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Leisure Suit Lyrics and Video Lounge and PPWC Karaoke Bar
who am I kidding I love any love songs
Were ready for WAR!!!!
The Whiskey Wars Battle of the bands, TONITE!!!
Get out and vote for The Rock n Roll Whores!!
$20 all you can drink summit!!!!!!!
FREE MERCH While Supplys Last!
8:00pm
NO COVER!!!!
The Whiskey Junction
901 cedar ave Minneapolis!
right off 94, the cedar exit.
www.myspace.com/rockandrollwhores
have a good time
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to HEAVEN that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Verse 3
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
City Of Angels
Arms of an Angel from the sound track
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
its one of my favorite movies
however, I dont think its good for you to watch for a while
exactly OT Oh CM, you'll love it, you'll hate it. You'll laugh, you'll cry.
the Rock & Roll Whores got seriously f**ked tonight...
the other 3 bands, were basically cover bands, who did hardly any original material at all, and the voting was totally done in a shitty way....
they were letting people cast votes, without all the bands having played... people could literally walk in the door, say they had to leave early and cast a vote, not having seen all of the bands...
the 2 bands that ended up advancing, actually sucked pretty badly... but had the most people coming in and voting for them, throughout the evening....
a popularity contest?
yes
then they had a panel of "judges" also...
and I use the term loosely, because they didnt even need to be there...
supposedly they were judging each band, on 4 different areas....
stage presence, originality, etc etc....
all of which the Whores had down, and rocked ass at.....
pretty much what it came down to was that the judges were very biased, and the advancers had advanced before the show even started....
a true battle of the bands, based on talent?
no.
but some good might come of it anyways...
Whiskey Junction said that they loved the R&R Whores, and really want to bring them back again for other shows.....
and one of the guys in the band, was approached by some guy who does promoting for a buncha local bars and venues, about possibly doing some shows...
so we'll see I guess...
we have some pics, which I'll post when I get a chance to....
also video taped their entire set, which we'll have online as soon as we can figure out how to do it....
we're planning on getting more show footage on tape, and some interviews here and there, and producing what we're tentatively calling - the "Rock & Roll Whoreumentary"
Absey or Roger?
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
La da da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da da
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Keep holding on
Keep holding on
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
my friend told me about it, after it happened.
http://www.dorks.com/videos/Ebay-Song.html
ROB ZOMBIE Says BUTTERBALL 'Tortures Turkeys'
World Entertainment News Network reports that Rob Zombie quit eating turkey at Thanksgiving when he learned all about the torture methods farms use to fatten up fowl.
The animal lover insists he can't even look at a frozen Butterball turkey (a brand of turkey and other poultry products produced by Butterball LLC, a joint venture of Smithfield Foods and Maxwell Farms) anymore, and this Thanksgiving he's hoping to encourage others to give up meat as part of a new People For The Ethical Treatment Of Animals campaign.
Zombie is narrating the message (audio file) on PETA's new holiday hotline, 1-888-VEG-FOOD, where callers can hear the "Halloween" and "House Of 1000 Corpses" director warn that eating turkeys supports misery that even the horror king can't stomach.
He says, "Every year, Butterball's Turkey Talk Line answers questions about how to boil, broil, roast, and toast the bodies of these gentle, smart, and social birds.
"What Butterball doesn't tell you is that it, like other meat companies, tortures turkeys before they end up in grocery stores."
Zombie became a vegetarian in high school after seeing a documentary about slaughterhouses. "It freaked me out, and I found it so disgusting that I stopped eating meat," he says.
http://www.aolcdn.com/tmz_audio/1115_rob_zombie.mp3
(*#$&(_%&%+_# during the hunt!!!
QUEENSRYCHE !!!!!!
01.26.2008 Myth St. Paul MN/USA
If it takes just a little while,
Open your eyes and look at the day,
Youll see things in a different way.
Dont stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Dont stop, itll soon be here,
Itll be, better than before,
Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.
Why not think about times to come,
And not about the things that youve done,
If your life was bad to you,
Just think what tomorrow will do.
Dont stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Dont stop, itll soon be here,
Itll be, better than before,
Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.
All I want is to see you smile,
If it takes just a little while,
I know you dont believe that its true,
I never meant any harm to you.
Dont stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Dont stop, itll soon be here,
Itll be, better than before,
Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.
Dont you look back,
Dont you look back.
http://www.flippcentral.com/site/html/front.html
hell yeah...
holy shit...
Flipp rocks!!
I didnt know anybody else here was into those guys...
our whole crew, used to try and see those guys as much as possible back in the day!
I've got Brynn and Freaky on my myspace friends list...
Freaky has a new band called Useless, who are pretty damn good, and do alotta shows around town...
Brynn is still involved in music, somehow... I think he's producing stuff, or something...
Chia and Kilo... one of them is in another band, and the other is doing his own thing, whatever that might be....
but yeah... thats cool that someone else around here, is into them!
Art Alexakis can kiss my ass....
that was the worst thing that happened to them, IMHO.... when they hooked up with him, everybody expected really big things for the band, finally.... but they just ended up breaking up, because he wanted different stuff than they did....
myself and steves bro went to that show they did on the roof of Bobs Java Hut, in Uptown - that was the same show that he signed them, afterwards...
got to meet Art for about 2 minutes.... the dude acted like a f'n dick.....
He did the graphics for the Woodstock Revival back 10 years ago or so. ........... Loved those guys. :cool:
Annual Classic:
Song Lyrics: "Alice's Restaurant Massacree"
Recorded by: "Arlo Guthrie"
Written by: (Arlo Guthrie)
Album: "Alice's Restaurant" - 1967
Note: The song lasts 18 minutes and 20 seconds.
Note: Made into a movie in 1969.
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.
We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."
I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.
Came to talk about the draft.
They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.
"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:
("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")
I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."
And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.
And that's what it is, the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar.
With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.
So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.
We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.
All right now.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant
Long gray hair Ian you bastard! :angry: :wink:
It will be playing uninterupted tomorrow at noon on Cities 97
my girls are doing it to me :smile:
Id love a copy of it
ty
Oh, Mister Gobbler lived within
A barnyard, so I'm told,
And wished for all the hens to think him
Very brave and bold,
So he spread his tail into a fan
And strutted up the walk
And ev'ry now and then
Ol' Mister Gobbler would talk:
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Take a look at me!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Who more fine could be?
And when the Autumn came again,
The little flakes of snow
Began to flit and fly about
When the cold North wind did blow,
Then Mister Gobbler, plump and proud,
He sang the same old tune
That he had been a-singin' since
The very first of June:
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Take a look at me!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Who more fine could be?
One day he saw the pumpkins made
Into Thanksgiving pies,
A thought of wondrous cunning dawned
Upon this gobbler wise,
He hid himself in a corner
With his head beneath his wing
And had you stopped to listen there
You might have heard him sing:
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Don't you look at me!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!
Gobble, gobble, gobble!
I'm thin as I can be!
TURKEY SONG!
http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=21958544
but heres some pics from that 11/13 show...
Rock and Roll Whores
their next show, is December 21st - and thats a Friday... they have the start time listed for 8:00... but its a bar show.... so I'll guess 9:00, maybe...
other bands on tap that night include: Mommy S3z No, and Big Bang Fury
On University ave, in the midway... right near Snelling
SIXX:A.M. LYRICS
"Life Is Beautiful"
You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie
You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
I know some things that you don't
I've done things that you won't
There's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
I was waiting for my hearse
What came next was so much worse
It took a funeral to make me feel alive
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
Alive...
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
 :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying:
http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=9981983
we'll see what happens
I'm gonna live to be 33 (then 43, 53, etc., up to 103)
I play safe for you and me
'Cause I'm no fool!
December 10, 2007 10:12 AM
By LiveDaily Staff
Pink Floyd [ tickets ]
"Oh By the Way"
(Capitol)
Looking to thrill the Floyd fan on your holiday shopping list? You simply can't do it in a more impressive fashion than by giving this 16-disc box set as a gift. But, mind you, it will cost you a little more than a pair of socks or a necktie--the list price for this set is $257.49.
For that sizable amount of dough, you get a sizable amount of Floyd. Indeed, this set contains the entire Pink Floyd studio collection, from "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" through "Dark Side of the Moon" and "The Wall" to the group's last studio outing, "The Division Bell."
"Oh By the Way" also includes a poster of the band and two Pink Floyd coasters--perfect, we assume, for resting your eggnog this holiday season.