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Post by jules on Jan 22, 2008 2:15:00 GMT -5
You're So Vain ~ Carly Simon
You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?
You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?
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Post by RO on Jan 22, 2008 2:26:28 GMT -5
jules...i love that song! Wonder why you are listening to it??? HMMMMMM!  |
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Post by jules on Jan 22, 2008 12:51:08 GMT -5
Because you talked me into waiting and seeing how it plays out!  Ladykiller ~ Lush Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend" She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight So I say "hello" and I try to be nice But I see he's feeling itchy Trying to play us off each other "Girls, girls, please don't fight" (You get the picture) Hey you, the muscles and the long hair Telling me that women are superior to men Most guys just don't appreciate this You just try convincing me you're better than them So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul And his favourite subject is sex I don't think he even really wanted it But, Christ, this guy's too much (I wanna tell him) I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before (Here comes the next one) Blondie was with me for a summer He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite I'm weak and he was so persistent He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight Oh God, the boy had such an ego He liked to talk about himself all day and all night You think you're such a ladykiller But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself And he's watching his reflection I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself Here's seven years' bad luck (I wanna tell him) When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that you're in there Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh You think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where he's coming from and we know the score. |
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Post by RO on Jan 22, 2008 14:41:11 GMT -5
Jules...you are KILLING me...LOL!
Bonnie Raitt ~ Something to Talk About
Verse 1
People are talkin, talking bout people
I hear them whisper, you wont believe it
They think were lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe theyre seeing, something we dont, darlin
Chorus
Lets give them something to talk about
Lets give them something to talk about
Lets give them something to talk about
How about love?
Verse 2
I feel so foolish, I never noticed
Youd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now Im convinced Im going under
Thinking bout you every day
Dreaming bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, lets really show it, darlin
Chorus
Bridge
Lets give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Lets give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
Chorus
Lets give them something to talk about
Lets give them something to talk about
Lets give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
Chorus
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Post by RO on Jan 23, 2008 15:47:20 GMT -5
Alanis Morissette "All I Really Want"
Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter
And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature
What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around...all around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?
Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you're gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer
All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice...
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Post by jules on Jan 23, 2008 16:39:05 GMT -5
Angry Young Man ~ Billy Joel
There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He's always at home with his back to the wall.
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.
Give a moment or two to the angry young man,
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.
He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood,
It's a comfort to know his intentions are good.
And he sits in a room with a lock on the door,
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.
I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.
And there's always a place for the angry young man,
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.
And he's never been able to learn from mistakes,
So he can't understand why his heart always breaks.
But his honor is pure and his courage as well,
And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell-
And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man.
There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He's always at home with his back to the wall.
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.
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Post by RO on Jan 23, 2008 16:49:50 GMT -5
BNL ~ Aluminum
How, in every visible way, you shine
As if the stars in your wake align
Almost impossible to malign
But just below where you shine, you burn
Although I know it, I never learn
Just goes to show that I can't discern
CHORUS:
Aluminum to me
Aluminium to some
You can shine like silver all you want
But you're just Aluminum
Illuminating just what you want to show
You'd never rust, but I'd never know
You can't be trusted, I can't let go
CHORUS
Every time you're here, I forget
When you leave, you leave only regret
Every time you're here, I forget
Everything
You're so lightweight, how can you survive?
Recycling moments from others' lives
You're not as precious as you contrive
CHORUS
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Post by RO on Jan 24, 2008 15:07:11 GMT -5
Nine Inch Nails ~ "Purest Feeling"
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
well i think i'm gonna push it as far as it will go.
give in to desire.
only you will know.
so tell me all your secrets.
i'll stick it in your head.
i wish i could remember everything she said.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
well she can be my savior with everything she does.
or some kind of punishment for people just like us.
i don't really believe she understands what's happening to me.
the sooner that she gets it the better it will be.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
purest feeling.
i have got it figured out. (i should have known all along).
i can't live without her.
purest feeling.
i have got it figured out.
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Post by goods on Feb 4, 2008 9:16:29 GMT -5
The Monkees - I'm a Believer
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried
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Post by goods on Feb 4, 2008 12:48:08 GMT -5
Scooby Snacks by Fun Lovin Criminals
Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
- Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack.
Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth)
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby"
(Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know.
So out the door we go.
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll
Never get far, riding around in a stolen
Police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy;
Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something.
- Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want.
- Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one.
Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x)
I don't give a fuck about the hell's
Gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up straight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is.
They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from
The Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded.
They gave chase, but my man
Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste.
We casted off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented.
- Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
- I am cool.
Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x)
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Post by RO on Feb 4, 2008 14:55:34 GMT -5
Ramones ~ I wanna be sedated
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go....
Just put me in a wheelchair and put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I gotta go
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
Just put me in a wheelchair...
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
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Post by murdock on Feb 4, 2008 16:42:22 GMT -5
Baby Ba$h - What Is It (feat. Sean Kingstonnn) Tell me what it do Tell me what it do Kingstonnnn What is it Heyyy heyyy heyyy [Sean Kingston] Lemme see ya go mama go mamma (what is it) Get your girls and put on a show mama (what is it) Get it on the floor dip it low mama What is it Wha wha what is it What is it What is it Lemme see ya go mama go mamma (what is it) Get your girls and put on a show mama (what is it) Get it on the floor dip it low mama What is it Wha wha what is it What is it What is it [Baby Bash] I'm a holla back when I pop my collar back Girl I see that dunka dun dunk I want all of dat Follow dat train mane follow that caboosie Ain't nothin in the world like some thick and some juicy She goin downtown cuz her favorite DJ's spinnin I'm all up in the door so I'm already winnin I got a lotta women but I'm way too choosy And man I love my cake like that Ricky love Lucy On some peanutbutter leather with the wood so grainy It must be rainin dollars cuz she's lookin so gravy Sophisticated lady poppin till the end what it do what it is Baby girl tell me what's hannenin Heyyyy heyyyy [Sean Kingston] Lemme see ya go mama go mamma (what is it) [ What Is It lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ] Get your girls and put on a show mama (what is it) Get it on the floor dip it low mama What is it Wha wha what is it What is it What is it Lemme see ya go mama go mamma (what is it) Get your girls and put on a show mama (what is it) Get it on the floor dip it low mama What is it Wha wha what is it What is it What is it [Baby Bash] She move like she dancing on youtube The kinda chica that you really ain't used to Dame lo dame lo momma shoot through In my ear talkin bout Imma do you Everyone top notchin, everybody watchin Ain't no punk when she pop lock and drop it Straight show stoppin watchin me perform Got the cyclone ringtone on the phone I'm feelin on my body baby girl I'm in the zone Must be the goose mixed with a lil trone She make it happin cappin feelin on me We in the bentley and we feelin like yeee What is it Wha wha what is it What is it What is it [Sean Kingston] Lemme see ya go mama go mamma (what is it) Get your girls and put on a show mama (what is it) Get it on the floor dip it low mama (what is it) What is it Wha wha what is it What is it What is it |
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Post by goods on Feb 5, 2008 15:29:22 GMT -5
Honeydrippers - Sea of Love
Do you remember when we met
That's the day I knew you were mine
I want to tell you how much I love you
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of love
I want to tell you how much I love you
Come with me, to the sea
Do you remember when we met
That's the day I knew you were mine
I want to tell you how much I love you
Come with me, to the sea
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of love
I want to tell you how much I love you
Come with me, to the sea
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Post by RO on Feb 6, 2008 21:27:03 GMT -5
Green Day ~ Wake Me Up When September Ends
Summer has come and passed,
The innocent can never last,
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast,
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars,
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost,
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and passed,
The innocent can never last,
Wake me up when September ends,
Ring out the bells again,
Like we did when Spring began,
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars,
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost,
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and passed,
The innocent can never last,
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass,
Twenty years has gone so fast,
Wake me up when September ends.
Wake me up when September ends.
Wake me up when September ends.
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Post by jules on Feb 6, 2008 22:30:24 GMT -5
In This Diary ~ Ataris
Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
And that unspoken feeling of knowing
Right now is all that matters
All the nights we stayed up talking
and listening to 80's songs;
quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
I guess when it comes down to it...
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.
Breaking into hotel swimming pools,
and wreaking havoc on our world.
Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top's singing me to sleep.
Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
illuminate the blackest nights.
Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.
2015 Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."
Get on the bus, it's time to go.
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart,
and eventually you'll finally get it right.
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