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Although back in the day, I used to get the Vanilla Ice style lines, shaved into the sides of my head.... I was the coolest dude in gradeschool, man.... what happened to me?
What's with nobody having them now??? I would still be all shaggy looking if work would alow it.
but times (and fashion) change.. and should change - quickly in the case of things like zuba (I had a pink/black pair) and pegged pants, and acid washed jeans.
Okay, you can have the Zubas... but give me some shredded, acid-washed jeans anyday! (My outfits still live in the '80's) In fact, I think until a month or so ago when I felt forced to remove a lot of my clothing from the house, about half of my wardrobe consisted of items manufactured in the '80's... I know the majority of my cassettes, cd's and LP's were from the 80's... I found my decade and I am not letting go of it. :cool:
however the fashion - should be allowed to die it's death.
and one of the big wigs here at work.. had a TOTAL mullet. *shudders*
I almost choked on a mint the other day, I was in traffic and I saw a guy getting out of his firebird at the Kragen - he looke like Garth from Wayne's World. Complete with Metal T-shirt.
I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I've got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night's bed
I don't know where I'm going
Only God knows where I've been
I'm a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind, Yeah!
When you're brought into this world
They say you're born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that I'm wanted
Yeah I'm a wanted man
I'm colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I'm no one's son
Call me young gun
You ask about my consience
And I offer you my soul
You ask If I'll grow to be a wise man
Well, I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I've known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
Well, I've seen love come
And I've seen it shot down
I've seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
'Cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I'm the devil's son
Call me young gun
Each night I go to bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
No I ain't looking for forgiveness
But before I'm six foot deep
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And I hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet
Let me make my final stand
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
and I'm no one's son
Call me young gun
I'm a young gun
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I can't tear myself away from it.
Far away
In a land caught between
Time and space
Where the books of life lay
We fear
This castle of stone
The mountain king roams
All alone in here
But he's not the only one
Lost inside
Forever hidden from the sun
Madness reigns
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
His deep
Dark eyes
Keep watch on his kingdom
And the mysteries that sleeps safe inside
His hall
His towers of stone
Shall not be overthrown
For eternity
It is guarded by the king
Insanity and the power that it brings
Madness reigns
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come with me
Stay close by my side
As the darkness of night closes in
Don't fear
In the thunder, it roars
When the Mountain King calls all his children home
To where I hid him we must run
Refuge(?) here but I was forever on the run
Madness reigns
[my friends]
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love when he takes the show on the road like that.... tried to get tickets for one of the ones out there, but they went FAST...
anywho, these guys performed this one, last night...
Cheap Trick - Surrender
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.
She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch."
Well just the other day I heard a soldier falling off
some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things."
"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines."
Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war.
But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Every time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, Mom and Dad were rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Away.
Away.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please, but no,
Gramma Take Me Home (x8)
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatos and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meat too good
Gramma Take Me Home (x8)
She Said, why don't you stop your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
Thats what I did, I killed my toes
Gramma Take Me Home (x8)
I wanna be alone
After dinner i had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mothers arms
Gramma Take Me Home(x8)
Know him? Anyone?
I had such a crush on him in that movie. He was sooooo cool!
:sheepish: :cool: :ooh:
He was also the guy who said that if you want to get a girl in bed to put on side 2 of Zep 4. Then they cut away to the kid driving in his car listening to Kashmir which everyone knows is actually towards the end of track 2 on the Physical Graffiti 8-track. :smile: :wink: I have all 5 formats of that album.
I think it's the only album I do have a formats of now that I think of it. huh
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
  :sheepish:
You got the better of me
Just snap your fingers and Im walking
Like a dog hanging on your lead
Im in a spin you know
Shaking on a string you know
You make me feel like dancing
Im gonna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
Im gonna dance the night away
You make feel like dancing
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing ahhh
Quarter to four in the morning
I aint feeling tired no no no no no
Just hold me tight and leave on the light
Cause I dont want to go home
You put a spell on me
Im right where you want me to be
You make me feel like dancing
I want to dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
Im gonna dance the night away
You make feel like dancing
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing
You take me higher
Im gonna catch on fire cause
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing Im gonna dance my life away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing ahhh
You really slipped me a potion
I cant get off of the floor
All this perpetual motion
You gotta give me some more
You gotta give me some more
And if youll let me stay well dance our lives away
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away
I feel
You make me feel like dancing
1. 8 track
2. cassette
3. record
4. CD
5. REEL TO REEL??? DVD?? MP3?? VCR???
reel to reel recorders are fun...
I have Metallica's black album in 5 formats as well. But instead of 8-track I have it in DVD-5.1 audio. The record is still sealed. I think it's the last one I bought.
vital vinyl is nice too :smile:
I gotta stop buying them though... atleast for a while... the needle on my record player is messed up :frown:
Saliva - Rest In Pieces
Look at me
My depth perception must be off again
Cuz this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine
You look so beautiful tonight
Reminds me how you layed us down, and gently smiled
Before you destroyed my life
Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Look at me
My depth perception be off again
You got much closer than I thought you did
I'm in your reach
You held me in your hand
Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
:wink: :eyeroll: :pbpt: :goofy:
Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip
I ain't nothing but a number on his timecard slip,
I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul,
Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his totem pole,
Hell I don't even think he knows my name...
(Chorus)
Well all week long I'm a real nobody,
But I just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
I'm going to get drunk and be somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
My baby cuts hair at a beauty boutique,
Just blowin' and goin' till she dead on her feet,
They walk right in and sit right down,
She gives them what they want and then she spins them around,
Hey I don't think they even know her name...
(Chorus)
All week long she's a real nobody,
but I just picked her up and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
Baby lets get drunk and be somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Well just average people, in an everyday bar,
driving from work in our ordinary cars,
and I like to come here with the regular Joes,
drink all you want, be the star of the star
of the show
(Chorus)
All week long bunch of real nobodies,
but we just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
People lets get drunk (lets get drunk!)
All week long we're some real nobodies,
but we just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
People lets get drunk and be somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
If you enjoy getting pissed off about the closed-mindedness of people who take things at face value and make wild interpretations to feel better for themselves, watch the Discovery Channels documentary(?) "Death Metal Music". It tries to tie together Death Metal music and people in Satanic cults... Reminds me of Geraldo. Except that Discovery Channel is respected.
Okay, on to your daily lives, just had to vent that somewhere. :smile:
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.
(originally recorded by the anti-nowhere league)
So fucking what!
Well, IÂ’ve been to hastings and IÂ’ve been to brighton
IÂ’ve been to eastbourne too
So what, so what
And IÂ’ve been here, IÂ’ve been there
IÂ’ve been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
Well, IÂ’ve fucked the queen, IÂ’ve fucked bach
IÂ’ve even sucked an old manÂ’s cock
So what, so what
And IÂ’ve fucked a sheep, IÂ’ve fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down itÂ’s throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
And IÂ’ve drunk that, IÂ’ve drunk this
IÂ’ve spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
IÂ’ve had scank, IÂ’ve had speed
IÂ’ve jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
A-hahaha!
Yeah!
IÂ’ve had crabs, IÂ’ve had lice
IÂ’ve had the clap and that ainÂ’t nice
So what, so what
IÂ’ve fucked this, IÂ’ve fucked that
IÂ’ve even fucked a school girlÂ’s twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
So fucking what!
Yeah
I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesnÂ’t matter much to me
As long as itÂ’s dead
Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesnÂ’t matter much to me
As long as she spread
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress
Go
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress
Well, I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesnÂ’t matter much to me
As long as itÂ’s dead
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death
One last caress
One last caress, sweet death
One last caress, sweet death
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
I read the papers this morning
I saw your photograph
You look good in the movie
It must be so much fun
Letter from Spain
From someone I once knew
I got a letter this morning
Postmark said it was from Spain
Your writing is so very strange
I guess it always was that way
Letter from Spain
From someone I once knew
Lyrics for Song: Somebody's Hero
Lyrics for Album: Brave
She's never pulled anyone from a burning building
She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name
She's never hit a shot to win the game
She's never left her footprints on the moon
She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world,
No, she's just your everyday average girl (but)
She's somebody's hero
A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
The keeper of the cheerios
The voice that brings Snow White to life
Bedtime stories every night
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero
She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to fiver
But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition
But now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her
But not today, those are tears of joy runnin' down her face
She's somebody's hero
A hero to her daughter in her wedding dress
She gave her wings to leave the nest
It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by
Looks back into her mother's eyes
And that smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero
Thirty years have flown right past
Her daughters' starin' at all the photographs
Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that
Oh, but she already is
She's somebody's hero
A hero to her mother in a rockin' chair
She runs a brush through her silver hair
The envy of the nursing home
She drops by every afternoon
Feeds her mama with a spoon
And that smile lets her know
Her mother's smile lets her know
She's somebody's hero
for all the mom's :smile:
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