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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
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you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
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choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
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lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
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look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
 
try to say goodbye and i choke
try to walk away and i stumble
something something it's clear
my world crumbles when you are not here.

....is on the radio.

cheerful stuff.
 
I don't mind
I don't mind if you forget me
Having learned my lesson
I never left an impression on anyone

So now you send me your hardened 'regards'
When once you'd send me 'Love'
Sincerely I must tell you
Your mild 'best wishes'
They make me suspicious

I don't mind
I don't mind if you forget me
Having learned my lesson
I never left an impression on anyone
The pressure to change, to move on
Was strange
And very strong
So this is why I tell you
I really do understand
BYE BYE

I don't mind if you forget me
No no no no no no no

You can only be strong for so long
It may not eat you but it will beat you
So this is why I tell you
I really don't understand
This time

REJECTION IS ONE THING
BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL
IS CRUEL
REJECTION IS ONE THING
BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL
IS CRUEL
And I don't mind if you forget me
 
foo said:
try to say goodbye and i choke
try to walk away and i stumble
something something it's clear
my world crumbles when you are not here.

....is on the radio.

cheerful stuff.

i hate that song.
 
Phlegm lapels for the last time
Corn beef legs for the last time
Oh, we're so glad
That you've finally decided

But then you see someone new
And you want someone new
So you have someone new
I don't blame you
We would all do the same as you
If ever we had the nerve to

Chips with cream for the last time
The People's Friend for the last time
Oh, we're so glad
That you've finally decided

Tiny striped socks for the last time
Pokes and prods for the last time
And the doctor said
"Don't nod your head until June !"

But then you see someone new
And you want someone new
So you have someone new
I don't blame you
We would all do the same as you
If ever we had the chance to

Sick at noon for the last time
And who is going to clean up ?
Would you be so kind ?
Oh, everybody's staring
At the strange clothes that you're wearing

Bad advice for the last time
And people being nice for the very first time
Oh, we're so glad
 
firky said:
@ foo
quite like Macy Gray myself

i think the lyrics to that song are rather poetic actually. i like the stumble crumble bit :) i like her voice too. it's just a bit miserable for a friday afternoon as work is unwinding.

timberlake is on now.

whoooooo.
 
milesy said:
REJECTION IS ONE THING
BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL
IS CRUEL
REJECTION IS ONE THING
BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL
IS CRUEL
And I don't mind if you forget me

cor that's good. who's that then?

i'll save it for when i'm next dumped. :cool:
 
led zeppelin - the song remains the same

I had a dream
Oh, yeah
Crazy dream, uh-huh.
Anything I wanted to know
Any place I needed to go

Hear my song
Yeah...people dont you listen now? sing along!
Oh, you dont know what youre missing now.
Any little song that you know
Everything thats small has to grow.
And it has to grow!
Push push, yeah!

California sunlight, sweet calcutta rain
Honolulu starbright--the song remains the same. ooh! ooh!
Here we go!

Honolulu now...
Sing out hare hare, dance the hoochie koo.
City lights are oh so bright, as we go sliding
Sliding
Sliding through.
 
Propagandhi...

The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby Ridge,
Way back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen
(now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks
to drown out this faintest threat of commie faggot heretics)

Conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
and the master's finest tools are found slack-jawed and placid
amidst the cacophony of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history.
Sometimes the ties that bind are strange:
no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked Hampton, Weaver or Anna-Mae
where Federal Bureaus and Fraternal Orders have cast their shadows;
permanent features built into these borders.
But undercover of the customary gap
we find between History and Truth,
the Founding Fathers bask in the rocket's blinding red glare.
The bombs bursting in air.
One nation.
Indivisible?

The truth is when the back-country learned of ratification
the People had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession,
they buried it deep in the earth as an emblem of the dissolution
and internment of their Publick Liberty.

Someday, somewhere, today's empires are tomorrow's ashes.
 
My darling the stars they shine for you
My darling the birds [whistling] twitter for you
My darling my heart skips a beat
Whenever I think of you
And under a moonlit sky
I pray and dream that I
Will be the one will be the one that you...

Bend over and bang good and hard from behind
Have me on all fours, howling at the sky
I'll give your cock a good long suck
Then you'll give me a long hard fuck
Squeeze my tits all big and bouncy
Then spunk all over my botty
I want to be your butt-hot greasy slut
Greasy slut
Begging for more for I just can't get enough
Can't get enough

When I leave your tool used-up, worn and soggy
I won't stop then, oh no no
I'll become your little leg-humping doggy
Let me be your dirty fucking whore
 
Maybe I've finally found
Courage to stand my ground
But if you want me
I'll be around


We all make mistakes...
We all lose our way...


(was on the radio...sums up what I'm thinking tonight)
 
She surfs in my body
From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my horn and back again
Sometimes she takes a break

In my pancreas she drinks her coffee
Sometimes she stops for a sandwich around my kidneys

In her absense I am happy for a short while
I think that I might have freed myself
But within seconds she is back on the move
Floating in my blood vessels
She is heavy
She scratches my insides
I am bleeding to death
And she is happy
 
There's a witch hunt coming, screaming out on it's rebirth
There's a crusade coming, Hellfires back here on earth
See the light in their eyes shine, listen to their words like swords
The Christian militia is marching now
There's a witch hunt coming, born out of all the American fears
There's a new purge coming, an inquisition for all of us here
Hold onto your sanity as best you can
While some Hitler claims to speak for the Son of Man
The Christian militia is marching now
Hatred makes the adrenaline flow
Stir up the fire watch it grow
Everybody loves a righteous cause
Old lives forgotten in holy wars
Everything forgotten in holy wars

There's a nightmare coming, shut up your doors close your mind
There's a nightmare coming - Born Again, born again blind
The girls show the way, then show us their legs
With American showbiz razzmatazz
With sex in one hand and a gun in the other, Christ returns
The right-wing respectable clampdown clan
Find their figure head in a holy man
Here come the Christians an hysterical mob
Worshipping the Devil in the name of God
Worshipping the Devil in the name of God
 
Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
That we have
Im waiting for that feeling
Im waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
X2

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
For screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
That we have
Im waiting for that feeling
Im waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
X2

Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
That we have
Im waiting for that feeling
Im waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
X2

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is my heart you know
For screwing up my life
Oh lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Loves the greatest thing
That we have
Im waiting for that feeling
Im waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
X2
 
Oh place your hands, on my hope,
Run your fingers through my soul,
And the way that I feel right now,
Oh Lord it may go.
So place your hands, on my hope,
Run your fingers through my soul,
And the way that we feel right now,
Oh Lord it may go.
Put your hands on, put your hands on. (x4)
You know you cannot hide, from what's inside,
You know you cannot hide, from what's inside.
So I ask of you to help me through,
I ask of you this thing to do.
Put your hands on, put your hands on. (x2)
So lay me down, for a while,
Join my body with my mind,
And I cried at the Common One,
For weeks aft' he died.
Put your hands on, put your hands on. (x4)
And the way that we feel right now,
Oh Lord it may go.
 
It's not just the pain, the pain in my back
That laughs in my face, my face every night
Or the poison that took my lungs
That keeps me from feeling warm.

But how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed but now I fight with words
And I can't see so good.

And there's got to be more, much more than this.
I got pages of dreams, they're covered in piss
And the poison that took my soul,
It keeps me from feeling anything.

And how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed but now I fight with words
And I can't see so good.
And now I fight with the words,
And now I fight with the words,
Now I fight with the words.

And how could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed but now I fight with the words,
And I can't see so good.
And I can't see so good (I can't see so good).
And I can't see so good (I can't see so good).
And I can't see so good.
 
give me inner tension baby, so sweet and slow.
half hearted misdirection, baby where will we go?

slit wrists are the latest fashion, and your sheets see the dirtiest action.
we're independent lovers. broke kids and loveless gutters.

we need a little sunshine baby, we couldn't get much weaker.
with neon lights for brains, here comes our shitty future.
oh yeah i love those neon lights. here comes our shitty future!

slit wrists are the latest fashion, your sheets see the dirtiest action.
we're independent lovers. broke kids and loveless gutters
slit wrists are the latest fashion, your sheets see the dirtiest action.
we're independent lovers. broke kids and loveless gutters

here comes your shitty future,
one more time your shitty future.
YEAH!

slit wrists the latest fashion, your sheets see the dirtiest action.
we're independent lovers. broke kids and loveless gutters
 
When will I
will I be famous?
You're suitably at one with your body
and the sun
yes
you are!
You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance
You're the best by far!
But you keep asking the question
oh
you're not supposed to mention.
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I
will I be famous? You keep asking me
babe.
You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of passion
It's the way you are!
You've suffered for your art with the jogging in the park
You know you should go far!
But you keep asking the question
oh
you're not supposed to mention.
When will I
will I be famous? . . .
Oh
I can't tell you when you'll see your name up in lights.
When will I
will I be famous? You keep asking me
babe.
I can't wait!
You won't suffer in silence
You're a talent
you know that I've noticed
You'd like to be a legend
a big star over night!
I can't answer your question
- I can't wait -
it's driving me insane
And you're impossible in patience
tearing at my brain!
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
 
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
 
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often can't do anything at all

The rich son waits for his father to die
The poor just drink and cry
And me, i just don't care at all

Men of good fortune
Very often can't do a thing
While men of poor beginnings
Often can do anything

At heart they try to act like a man
Handle things the best way they can
They have no rich daddy to fall back on

Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often can't do anything at all

It takes money to make money they say
Look at the fords, but didn't they start that way
Anyway, it makes no difference to me

Men of good fortune
Often wish that they could die
While men of poor beginnings
Want what they have and to get it they'll die

All those great things that life has to give
They wanna have money and live
But me, i just don't care at all

Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
...
 
Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.

Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.

Yeahhhhh
Where do we go?
I don't even know
My strange, old face
And thinking about those days
And thinking about those days

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.
 
Not hearing this one except in my head, an earworm thing.

Johnny is the joker (he's a bird)
A very funny joker (he's a bird)
But when he jokes my honey (he's a dog)
His jokin' ain't so funny (what a dog)
Johnny is the joker that's been tryin' to steal my baby (he's a bird dog)
Johnny sings a love song (like a bird)

He sings the sweetest love song (you ever heard)
But when he sings to my gal (what a howl)
To me it's just a wolf dog (on the prowl)
Johnny wants to fly away and puppy love my baby (he's a bird dog)

Hey bird dog, get away from my quail
Hey bird dog, you're on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey dove alone
Hey bird dog, get away from my chick
Hey bird dog, you better get away quick
Bird dog you better find a chicken little of your own

Johnny kissed the teacher (he's a bird)
He tip-toed up to reach her (he's a bird)
Well, he's the teachers pet now (he's a dog)
What he wants he can get now (what a dog)
He even made the teacher let him sit next to my baby

Hey bird dog, get away from my quail
Hey bird dog, you're on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey dove alone
Hey bird dog, get away from my chick
Hey bird dog, you better get away quick
Bird dog you better find a chicken little of your own
 
I'm gonna dress you up in my love, my love
All over your body

I'm gonna learn to remix and do a butterclart remix of it :cool:
 
Well you're right it is one set of rules for her
And then another set for you
But that's just the way it is I suppose
And there's nowt you can do
And lets not fall in the trap
Of Answering back
I am just a beginner
But she'll be the only winner
That's for sure
So take the draw, if it's available
And if it sets on fire don't get out your jerry can of...
...words and tones


^^^^^^
so fuckin true
 
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