THIS IS NOT AN INVITE TO POST SONG LYRICS

[AgentGreen]

THIS IS MY THREAD
FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

[|darc|]

I took her out it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned on the TV

And that's about the time that she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is ADD?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your husband's in jail
This state looks down on sodomy

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is caller ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And you still act like you're in Freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

That's about the time she broke up with me (Please stay)
No one should take themselves so seriously (with me, please stay)
With many years ahead to fall in line (with me, please stay)
Why would you wish that on me? (with me)
I never want to act my age (please stay)
What's my age again? (with)
What's my age again? (me)

What's my age again?

[AgentGreen]

FUCK YOU, YOU BROKE MY THREAD, DARC!

[FiendWithoutAface]

Making attempts, have we stretched far for the ladder.
Seize vitality and wish for inspiration.
Barricades and psycho traps are self rewarding.
What's been done here, we're not receiving.

No options for us. Who dares to care anymore?
Instructed lessons are enforced here day by day.
Aim too high and miss the target.
He's looking for a pat on the back.

Not meant to lead. You're meant to follow.
Don't ask questions. You're made to worship.
Not meant to speak. You're meant to listen.
You'll never lead us. You will follow.

Could one sustain to fight this war.
Falling walls. It's quite amusing.
Still looking for that scapegoat out of here.
These laughing faces won't carry you out of here.

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[Stormwatch]

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Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and / you make all your animal deals and / your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in / the tidal destruction / the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and / your suntan does rapidly peel and / your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you / shake your head and / say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll / make a man of him / put him to a trade / teach him / to play monopoly and/ how to sing in the rain.

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water - as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other - as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling - but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheats his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have / all gone into service and/ are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster - has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poets sheats his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when / the old man's gone- do you want to be him? and / your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam - and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam.

LATER
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man - twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with / your rings upon your fingers / your downy little sidies and / your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard-case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise from the pages of your comic books? / your super-crooks / and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president / let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are - and you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where are all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER
See there! A man is born - and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll / take the child from him / put it to the test / teach it / to be a wise man / how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared toward the average rather than the exceptional / God is an overwhelming responsibility / we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons / cats are on the upgrade / upgrade?

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying - how's your grannie and/ good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.

Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night - and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet’s sight.

Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of / your love and the cut of the knife / the tireless oppression / the wisdom instilled / the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements are empty: the gutters run red - while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you to pick up your dead as the sins of the fathers are fed with / the blood of the fools and / the thoughts of the wise and / from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as / the wise man breaks wind and is gone while / the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and / the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolt upon you and the hour of the judgement draweth near. Would you be / the fool stood in his suit of armour or / the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise from the pages of your comic books? / your super-crooks / and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president / let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where are all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and / you make all your animal deals and / your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

[AgentGreen]

I just farted a lot.

[Stormwatch]

GOER

[Stormwatch]

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We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what's I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Give you up, give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[Sir Savant]

i like feet

[AgentGreen]

fffffffuuuuuck

[Ex-Cyber]

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walkin' through the streets of SoHo in the rain
He was lookin' for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein.
Werewolves of London
Werewolves of London

You hear him howlin' around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
Werewolves of London

He's the hairy-handed gent
Who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim!
I'd like to meet his tailor.
Werewolves of London
Werewolves of London

Well I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doin' the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen
Doin' the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London draw blood

[AgentGreen]

GO FUCK A TREE POSTER

[Stormwatch]

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.

And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying the stairway to heaven.

[AgentGreen]

FUCK LED ZEPPELIN. LED ZEPPELIN IS TOTALLY OVERRATED AND ROBERT PLANT SUCKS OUTSIDE A STUDIO.

[Juan]

youtube degrades Stairway to Heaven's awesomeness.

[Stormwatch]

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the winds of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the winds of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change

The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change

[Calavera]

I've got that Thick as a brick record, with it's newspaperness

[Stormwatch]

Here we stand
Worlds apart hearts broken in two...two...two
Sleepless nights
Losing ground I'm reaching for you...you...you

Feeling that it's gone
Can change your mind
If we can't go on
To survive the tide love divides

Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went our seperate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went our seperate ways

Troubled times
Caught between confusion and pain...pain...pain
Distant eyes
Promises we made were in vain...in vain...in vain

If you must go I wish you love
You'll never walk alone
Take care my love
Miss you love

Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went our seperate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went our seperate ways

Ohhhhh
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you

If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you

I still love you, girl
I really love you, girl
And if he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you

[AgentGreen]

I CAN'T FIND THE RELIEF BUTTON!

[Christuserloeser]

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the winds of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the winds of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change

The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change

Oh, god!, someone shoot me already.