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Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense Well all talk a different language Talking in defence
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perpective On a different day And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be OK.
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
"The Living Years" Mike & The Mechanice
------------------ "When they come, kill them. We're not here to make friends." -- Connor
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I remember when I bought that tape, so many years ago.
------------------ I am going to buy Japanese cars from now on, because the auto workers got the day off to vote and the state went to Gore, so I want to see how many we can get unemployed. From The Port Huron Times-Herald talk back section.
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My name is death and I excel I can open the gates to Heaven or Hell Cast aside the flesh of the Cast aside and set you free Oh-oh Death, Oh-oh-oh Death, Can't you spare me over till another year I lock their jaws so they can't talk, Stiffen their legs so they can't walk Close their eyes so they can't see The chill you feel, it comes from me Oh Ma-ma mama come to my bed Place a cold rag on my head My eyes are aching and I cannot see I feel the sheet pulling over me
By the unsurpassable Camper Van Beethoven. (Though I always hear "flesh of thee", but go figure.)
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Maybe because you're addicted to rhyming couplets, and the lack of their prescence causes you to hallucinate?
------------------ "If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move." - Spike, BtVS
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Since I hate these threads where people just post song lyrics, I'm going to babble on for a bit here. You can skip this if you want, and go down to the next post, where no doubt someone's been much more imaginitive than me and posted the lyrics to "It's my Life", or something.
Actually, I'm just killing time in the computer room. I've finished my program! Ya! But who needs a fucking program to tell them if they've got an equilateral, isoceles or scalene triangle anyway? No one. No one is so lazy as to measure three sides of an angle, and then not engage the brain circuits which say "Are two or three of these numbers the same, or not?" So, I've essentially wasted several hours of my life that I could have given to the poor children. And I've got a 68000 program due in on Tuesday. The 68000 CPU? Who the fuck uses that anymore? I mean, I loved the Amiga, but the processor is from the MID EIGHTIES! That's gonna help me in the fast paced world of computers "Look! I've programmed Defender of the Crown! And WordWorth! Give me a job! Or I start eating furniture!". Why did Motorola even invent it? "Hey, I've got a great new idea for a mobile! Listen, instead of being like a normal mobile, this one sits inside a computer. And it doesn't make telephone calls either. It's a complex binary unit running at a staggering 7 (yes, SEVEN!) megahertz!" "So, it's actually a CPU, and not a mobile at all? Brilliant! Let's make loads."
And I really should go home too. I didn't get home last night until 3:30, I stayed up and had a chicken cupa soup with mates for half an hour, and then I had to get up at 7:30 for breakfast. Which wasn't even on, cause there's a stupid guest night for old farts tonight. Grrr.
But it's absolutley pissing down. As it has been for about...oooh. 3 weeks now. At least the flood warnings have gone. Now we've only got the petrol crisis to worry about. And I can't get any money out until Saturday due to stupid gay cheques being slow. I've got �1 to last me until then. One whole flipping pound. What can I but for a pound? A bottle of cheap larger? Some cheap porn? 3 and a half bags of crisps? Friday's sure gonna be fun.
*NOTE* You can start reading again. I'm sure someone's posted something fun for you to you read. Have a look. And then post something banal after it. Go on.
------------------ "If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move." - Spike, BtVS
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"It's my life, and I'll do what I want. It's my mind, and I'll think what I want."
Okay, I'm not going to post the whole song. But I couldn't let Liam be wrong, could I? Okay, so the chances are slim that he was referring to "It's My Life" by the Animals, since it's a fairly oft-used title. But, whatever...
------------------ "What he did to that walrus gentle-man was inexcusable." -T. Herman Zweibel on "Mr. Woodrow Wood-pecker", The Onion, 7-Nov-2000
O.K. Ya see t'was 1983 when we first walked arm in arm Across the sea it was my destiny that I'd find her in Hong Kong There it was a soldier falls in love as we walked through Lan Kwai Fong Limousines and new wave beauty queens and a romance just begun
Ya Tsunami was her name like a title wave she came And now I'll never be free
I was drowning in a wave of ecstasy Tsu-tsu-tsunami Just when you think the worst has past she rises up to destroy me, Just when you think it's safe to sail again Ya she rises up and then I'm drowning in a wave of ecstasy Tsu-Tsu-Tsunami
Now some more t'was 1984 tour of duty's almost over Begged that girl to join me in my world but no man could control her
Out of the south China Sea Tsunami rolled over me And now I'll never be free
(chorus)
I told you 'bout Europa and me And how she haunted every memory Went round the world just to forget that song To sing a new one for a girl from Hong Kong
And like a killer title wave she washed my heart away And now I'll never be free
I'm still drowning in a wave of ecstasy Tsu-Tsu-Tsunami So long ago so far away she still rises up to destroy me Although she's half a world away It feels like yesterday I'm still drowning in a wave of ecstasy Tsu-Tsu-Tsunami
"Tsunami" -Prozz�k
------------------ Hunt: "You cheated!" Rhade: "It's only cheating if you get caught." -Andromeda, "Double Helix"
------------------ "If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move." - Spike, BtVS
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton, I've been to Eastbourne too. So what, so what. And I've been here, I've been there, I'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, I fucked a queen, I fucked fuck, I've even sucked an old man's cock. So what, so what. And I fucked a sheep, I fucked a goat, I rammed my cock right down its 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 I've drunk that, I've drunk this, I've spewed up on a pint of piss. So what, so what. I've had skank, I've had speed, I'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.
I've had crabs, I've had lice, I've had the clap and that ain't nice. So what, so what. I fucked this, I fucked that, I've even fucked a school girl'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!
------------------ Communism. Who wouldn't like their neighbour thrown into a goulag?
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