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An IQ...between pond scum and whale dung? What the hell does that mean????

I can't even formulate a decent cartoon bubble with that comment!

Jethro, I'm suprised you didn't catch that!

Joe

(From their site earlier)

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22 years to the day that John Lennon was murdered....

Damn!  That's weird.  It's almost Waco-ish

no more surprising than ares showing how much of a jackass he is.

and thus proving my point entirely, that you're too dense to figure out on your own that this is not the place for your pontification.

[Edited by on Dec 10, 2004 at 10:44am.]

Wow!  Happy Happy M2K!!!

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22 years to the day that John Lennon was murdered

uh try 24 years.

ares wrote: and thus proving my point entirely, that you're too dense to figure out on your own that this is not the place for your pontification.

uh try 24 years

He is correct guys.  It was 1980. Who can forget?

[Edited by on Dec 10, 2004 at 03:17pm.]

I guess I didn't really care for Elvis but still knew he died in '77.  It must be that 'where you were at the time' thing that helps trigger certain memories.  I remember the moon landing clearly even though I was only 4.  It's only because I remember what I was doing and where I was. Although, I don't remember when Reagan was shot even though I remember where I was then.

So nevermind

 

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24... whoops... i forgot to add the other two M&M's that I was adding with. my bad.

 F.O.D. (Fuck Off and Die)

Something's on my mind
It's been for quite some time
This time I'm on to you
So where the other face?
The face I heard before
Your head trips boring me

Let's nuke the bridge we torched 2,000 times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell
I've had this burning in my guts now for so long
My belly's aching now to say...

Struck down in a rut
Of dislogic and smut
A side of you well hid
When it's all said and done
It's real and it's been fun
But was it all real fun?

You're just a fuck
I can't explain it
'Cause I think you suck
I'm taking pride
In telling you to fuck off and die

I had this burning in my guts now for so long
My belly's aching now to say
I'm taking pleasure in the doubts
That I've passed to you
So listen up as you bite this

You're just a fuck
I can't explain it
'Cause I think you suck
I'm taking pride
In telling you to fuck off and die

 - Gren Day

Ahhhhhh -

Another Christmas melody to go singing door to door.   ;-)

Raygun was shot when I was in 6th grade, so that must have been 1980.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some
mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way

Raygun was shot when I was in 6th grade, so that must have been 1980.

That sounds right, and yet it doesn't.  I say it doesn't because he wasn't inaugaurated until January of 1981 so it must have been in the spring of that year.  I know I was in 7th grade at the time which would have been 80-81.

Right you are.

Hey Wicked - Here's a nice tribute page to Dimebag from Launch.  It has soem old vids too.

http://launch.yahoo.com/promos/dimebag/

tight... thanks for the link, ninja.

How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why
Why

I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(This boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
'Cause I don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel

Whenever you have any of your points proven, I'll let you know.

before you could let me know one damn thing, you'd have to remove your head from your ass.

A song by the Kinks entitled "Hatred: A Duet"

You keep on accusing me
Of making your life misery
But if that's not abusing me, what isn't
You wanna be my friend, well it's too late
My love for you has turned to hate
And I think that it's a permanent condition
You say you wanna make the peace
Smile and turn the other cheek
I can't put myself in such a weak position
Now I'm willing to accept this fate
You and me just can't cohabitate
We agree to hate and that's our fast decision

Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever

Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
ON the surface I'm a mild-mannered person
That's until you scratch the animal inside
Then you bring out all my animal aggression
I gotta hatred for you that is never gonna die
Driven to hate, driven to hate
Driven to hate, driven to hate

Chorus:

Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together

While races try to integrate
Nations try to gravitate
Towards equal rights, regardless of religion
Politicians might decree
For the sake of humanity
Love and peace instead of a collision
You and me accept reality
There's no way that we can agree
The world can't make us alter this position
At least you and I know where we stand
We can't be friends, walk hand in hand
My hostility for you defies description

Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever

Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Hate's the only thing we have in common
There's no escape, we'll always be this way
So we might as well just learn to live together
'Cos we're gonna be this way till our dying day
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate

Chorus


If you keep on putting me down
Rub my name into the ground
I'll drag the dirt all over town about you
And if you spread the filth on me
I'll only have one remedy
I'll spill the beans, you'll see I've got a mouth, too

Chorus (2x)


Yeah, hatred
Your attitude is downright rude
Your jokes appall me, they're so crude
Why don't you just drop dead and don't recover
I'm the mirror to your mood
You hate me and I hate you
So at least we understand each other
Hatred, hatred is the only thing that lasts, what is it?
Hatred, hatred

Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever

Raygun was shot when I was in 6th grade, so that must have been 1980.

March 30, 1981. I was skipping class with another fella and we heard about it on the radio. When we went back to school no one would believe it.

March 30, 1981. I was skipping class with another fella and we heard about it on the radio. When we went back to school no one would believe it.

Weird thing. Same here.  (you didn't to to Park did you jethro?)  I was the first kid in my high school to have head phones.  The teachers hated them and sent me to the office if I wore them to class.  Well that changed a little bit when I let them know that the president was shot almost immediately after it was confirmed.  I also remember skipping the last hour too to go down down to Radio Shack to see the footage.  And boy did they air it. Over and over and over......

No, I didn't go to Park.  It was funny though we went back to school no one asked us how we knew or concerned that we had been skipping out.

How about my favorite Kinks song?

Celluloid Heroes

Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star,
And everybody's in movies, it doesn't matter who you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!

Don't step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the Boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that's why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Rudolph Valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies' dresses as they sadly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cos he's liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George Sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don't tread on dearest Marilyn
'Cos she's not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star
And everybody's in show biz, it doesn't matter who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood Boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

The Knack

My Sharona Lyrics

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Gun it comin' off the line Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.
Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

When you gonna give it to me, give it to me.
It is just a matter of time Sharona
Is it just destiny, destiny?
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

 

 

 

I win!

It took me awhile to find this because of the spelling but here ya go....

 

Ah, Papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Ah, Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow

The funniest sound I ever heard
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But I can't understand a single word
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But if he's serious or if he's playin'
Whoo, my my is all he's sayin'
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!

Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow

Well I said there, pop, say what's your name
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Why don't you come around and show your face?
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The weirdest sound--I can't figure it out--
I can't believe this sound makes me slap and shout
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo! Yeah!

Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-papa-papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
I can't seem to remember all the words

Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Well, I hear this sound everywhere I go
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
On the rockin' TV or the radio
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to haha ha
Understand
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Baba-whoo
Dit dit dit
Baba-baba-baba-whooooo!
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Oooo-oooo-ooo-wooooo

(How how oom mow oom mow. Oh.)
(Party [...], right?)
(I hope so.)
(This is [...])

 

Oh, and P.S. -
JOE~~~

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Everything's so blurry
And everyone's so fake
And everybody's empty
And everything is
So messed up
Pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world
Surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that
I'll protect you
From all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing
Imagine where you are
There's oceans in between us
But that's not very far

Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?
When you shoved it
In my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?
When you shoved it
In my face

Everyone is changing
There's no-one left
That's real
To make up
Your own ending
And let me know
Just how you feel
'Cause I am lost
Without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world
Surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl

You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that
I will save you
From all of the unclean
I wonder what you're doing
I wonder where you are

There's oceans in between us
But that's not very far

Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?
When you shoved it
In my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?
When you shoved it
In my face
This pain you gave to me

Oh
Nobody told me
What you thought
Nobody told me
What to say
Everyone showed you
Where to turn
Told you
Where to runaway
Nobody told you
Where to hide
Nobody told you
What to say
Everyone showed you
Where to turn
Showed you
Where to runaway

Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?
When you shoved it
In my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?
When you shoved it
In my face
This pain you gave to me

This pain you gave to me

You take it all
Take it all away
This pain you gave to me
You take it all away
This pain you gave to me
Take it all away
This pain you gave
This pain you gave

I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
Lock me up inside ya dirty cage
While I’m alone inside my mind

I like to teach you all the rules
I’d get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
There ya secrets never shone

[chorus]
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can’t control you
You’re not the one for me, no

I can’t control you
You can’t control me
I need to feel you
So why’s it involve

I love the way you rape my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
Cause I’m the guy you’ll never find

I’m faking all of the rules
There’s no expressions on your face
I’m hoping some day you will let me go
Release me from my dirty cage

[chorus]
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can’t control you
You’re not the one for me, no

I can’t control you
You can’t control me
I need to feel you
So why’s it involve...you and me..

[repeat 4x]
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you

[chorus]
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can’t control you
You’re not the one for me, no

I can’t control you
You can’t control me
I need to feel you
So why’s it involve you and me..

[repeat 4x]
You’re not the one for me, no

good one Frosti!

He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.


He sent a note to Santa
For some soldiers and a drum,
It broke his little heart
When he found Santa hadn't come.


In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.

http://www.northpolesantaclaus.com/video/snowmiser.wav

I'm Mister White Christmas I'm Mister Snow I'm Mister Icicle I'm Mister Ten Below Friends call me Snow Miser What ever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch I'm too much! [Chorus] He's Mister White Christmas He's Mister Snow [Snow Miser] That's right! [Chorus] He's Mister Icicle He's Mister Ten Below [Snow Miser] Friends call me Snow Miser, What ever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch [Chorus] He's too much! [Snow Miser] I never want to see a day That's over forty degrees I'd rather have it thirty, Twenty, ten, five and let it freeeeEEEEEEeeze! [Chorus] He's Mister White Christmas He's Mister Snow [Snow Miser] That's right! [Chorus] He's Mister Icicle He's Mister Ten Below [Snow Miser] Friends call me Snow Miser, What ever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch ... too much. [All] Too Much!

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Up in smoke
That's where my money goes
In my lungs
And sometimes up my nose
When troubled times
Begin to bother me
I take a toke
And all my cares
Go up in smoke

Gives new meaning to leisure.

They call me the wild rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
Chorus

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: will you give me your loss and your
Sorrow
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, if I show you the roses, will you
Follow?
Chorus

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his
Fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, all beauty must
Die
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Chorus

Hmmm, brings to mind Jethro Tull and their softer side...

What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
but I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling.

What a day for laughter
and walking at night.
Me following after, your hand holding tight.
And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling.

What a reason for waiting
and dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.

Got a feeling I've been here before
Watching as you cross the killing floor
You know you'll have to pay it all
You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
You fasten up your beaded gown
Then you try to tie me down
Do you work it out one by one
Or played in combination
You throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
I have seen your iron and your brass
Can't you see it shine behind the glass
Your fortune is your roving eye
Your mouth and legs
Your gift for the runaround
Torture is the main attraction
I don't need that kind of action
You don't have to dance for me
I've seen your dance before
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll

Tobacco they grow in Peking
In the Year of the Locust
You'll see a sad thing
Even Cathy Berberian knows
There's one roulade she can't sing
Dumb luck my friend
Won't suck me in this time

Got a feeling I've been here before
Won't you let me help you find the door
All you got to do is use
Your silver shoes
A gift for the runaround
Use your knack darlin'
Take one step back darlin'
There ain't nothing in Chicago
For a monkey woman to do
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll