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"Well, I crippled your heart a hundred times And still can't work out why You see, I've got this disease I can't shake And I'm just rattling through life Well, this is how we do things now Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared So I cut out all the good stuff Yeah, I cut off my foot to spite my leg Well, is that you in front of me? Coming back for even more of exactly the same You must be a masochist to love a modern leper On his last leg."
Garth Algar: Do you ever get the feeling Benjamin's just using us?
Wayne Campbell: Good call. It's like he wants us to be liked by everyone. I mean Led Zeppelin didn't write tunes everybody liked. They left that to the Bee Gees.
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Stanky McNasty The Token Cymraeg Chick
Post by dreamingtree on Jan 24, 2010 10:04:44 GMT -5
Watched the Avett Brothers on Austin City Limits last night and these lyrics bought a tear to my eye. Never seen their live performance before, and I am now hooked! really excited to see them at Roo!
Make sure my sister knows I loved her Make sure my mother knows the same Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing Like the love that let us share our name
Post by nitetimeritetime on Jan 31, 2010 2:24:08 GMT -5
Oh why can't a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly? Not all the time, obviously, just when he's got a problem with his self-esteem.
Post by FuzzyWarbles on Jan 31, 2010 6:42:03 GMT -5
Gold in your mouth.Hat turned sideways.Thinkin' you're a cool cat.Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground.Walkin' downtown with your pants on the ground.
Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
Post by billypilgrim on Jan 31, 2010 17:30:38 GMT -5
Everybody knows that you love me baby, Everybody knows that you really do, Everybody knows that you've been faithful, Oh, give or take a time or two, Everybody knows that you've been discreet, But there were so many people you just had to meet, Without your clothes, And everybody knows.
Post by FuzzyWarbles on Feb 3, 2010 23:11:28 GMT -5
...and Ke$ha Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out Or the police shut us down, down
Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
Post by jade~natasha on Feb 16, 2010 16:10:36 GMT -5
Sit tight I know what you are mad bright but you aint no star polish up til you make it gleam your M.O, I know what you mean Tail ridin' and I know it's true while they screamin' I love you Down deep you know there aint no flow a soul decay, was D.O.A
I know what you here for now Words out you're an idea whore though, now don't you crush on me I'll see you in your pipe dreams whether or not you know it's true You're who they dictate to That shit must hurt real bad fakin' what you wish you had
Post by ☮ superbek ☮ on Feb 18, 2010 12:55:44 GMT -5
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a file gumbo Cause tonight Im gonna see my machez and mio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Post by Lawn Gnome on Feb 18, 2010 13:17:38 GMT -5
Well up here in the City, It feel like things are closin' in; The sunset's just my lightbulb burnin' out. I miss Kentucky, and I miss my family, Oh, the sweetest winds they blow across the South.
Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
6/18: Phish in Hartford 6/25: Phish in Camden 7/2-7/4: Nateva 7/17: God Street Wine at Irving Plaza 7/23-7/25: String Cheese at Red Rocks!! 8/17-8/18: Phish at Jones Beach 9/3: Rush at PNC
This Bonnaroo lineup is in dire need of some Rush.
Post by Lawn Gnome on Feb 23, 2010 10:03:48 GMT -5
I'll tell you about the Driver who lives inside my head Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk And fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
Keeps my eyes open for most of the day Adds to my memories the things that people say When he makes decisions I don't have to wait But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plate
Like this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirt That looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt I'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the next And hoping when I get there I'll be better dressed.
Post by billypilgrim on Feb 23, 2010 14:16:18 GMT -5
Everywhere there's lots of piggies living piggy lives You can see them out for dinner with their piggy wives Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon
Post by billypilgrim on Feb 23, 2010 16:03:02 GMT -5
It's too late To fall in love with Sharon Tate But it's too soon To ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.
I think it's time that you all start to think about gettin' by But I have that need to go out and find Somebody to love
It's too late There's no one left that I even wanna imitate You see, you just don't know I'm here to give you my heart and you want some fashion show
But it ain't no contribution To rely on an institution To validate your chosen art And to sanction your boredom And let you play out your part
It's too late You know when they got nothin' to give They only part their legs for what's negative They're so decadent . . . Until their daddy's money from home's all spent
So I think it's time, because it's too easy to rely On worshipping devils and strangers in bed, Though they do get good NO NO WORD!!! And they do give good head
It's too late You shoulda realized I was worth the wait Ah, but you didn't hesitate When he took you off, you let him seal our fate
So I think it's time That you all start to think about gettin' by Without that need to go out and find Somebody to love
Jim Carroll Band
[Edit: Sorry for the length. I couldn't figure out any part to leave out.]
