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Post by easymorningrebel on Apr 5, 2007 16:57:45 GMT -5
Chillout Tent
there was a stage and a PA up in western massachussetts. the kids came from miles around to get messed up on the music.
she drove down from bowdoin with a carload of girlfriends. to meet some boys and maybe eat some mushrooms.
and they did and she got sick now she's pinned and way too shaky she don't want to tell the doctor everything she' s taken.
the paramedics hovered over like a somber mourning family. they gave her activated charcoal they flooded her with saline.
she got really hot and then she came to in the chillout tent. they gave her oranges and cigarettes.
he was rough around the edges. he'd been to school but never finished. he'd been to jail but never prison.
it was his first day off in forever, man. the festival seemed like a pretty good plan. cruise some chicks and get a suntan.
his friend gave him four but he said only take one. but then he got bored he ended up taking all four. so now my man he ain't that bored anyways. the paramedics found him he was shaking on the side of the stage.
everything was spinning and then he came to in the chillout tent they gave him oranges and cigarettes. she got really hot and then she came to in the chillout tent they gave them oranges and cigarettes.
she looked just like a baby bird all new and wet and trying to light a parliament. he quoted her some poetry. he's tennyson in denim and sheepskin. he looked a lot like izzy stratlin. they started kissing when the nurses took off their IVs. it was kind of of sexy but it was kind of creepy. their mouths were fizzy with the cherry cola. they had the privacy of bedsheets all the other kids were mostly in comas.
he was kind of cute. they kind of kicked it in the chillout tent. she never saw that boy again
she was pretty cool they kind of kicked it in the chillout tent. he never saw that girl again.
The Gold in the Mountain of Our Madness - The Flaming Lips
They started up the hill With their young lives exploding still They loved to dream and run They and the grass and the trees and the sun They dreamed of the gold they'd find At the top of the hill as they climbed No-one would ever doubt Their spirit and strength would never run out
But the hill was even more They never thought they'd be wrong It wasn't a hill at all It was a mountain a thousand feet tall But with the gold still in their minds They used their young lives to climb and climb And by the time they got to the peak They were old and they were weak
There was no gold that they could find It was all just in their minds They had dreamed and they had run They found the grass and the trees and the sun They said, "What should we do now? Spend the rest of our lives climbing back down?" Or we can treasure what we find And make it golden in our minds
Do you realize...that you have the most beautiful face? Do you realize...we're floating in space? Do you realize...that happiness makes you cry? Do you realize...that everyone you know, someday, will die?
But instead of saying all of your goodbyes, Let them know you realize that that time goes fast, It's hard to make the good things last, You realize the sun don't go down, It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round. - FLips
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world - Franti
Bobby doesn't mind, he don't consider it cheating - Stripes
here's a great verse i love listening to when i'm leaving some kind of bad situation and heading towards a good one:
"So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered But you can't stay here when every single hope has been shattered"
"In a Big Country" - Big Country (covered by moe.)
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
CCRGMac
Showerless Shakedown Vendor Smire Felsgood, Attorney at Law
ok, this song is so amazingly suited for a live festival show. i swear i think they're singing about me every time i hear it
"He saw 30,000 holes up in the sky All the boys and girls had said he'd lost his mind First they danced around his fire and drank his wine I saw a spark, I saw the fire rise up into the sky
Saw the spinning lights, and knew it was a sign All the boys and girls had said he'd lost his mind Hit him like a poison arrow right between the eyes Every muscle clenched together, together at one time
He saw Lazarus, dancing on his grave 30,000 lights up in the sky He saw Lazarus, dance upon his name 30 times, 30,000 times..."
moe. - 'Lazarus'
(i've been known to mishear lyrics so feel free to correct me if i f'd up at all...although sometimes i think my lyrics are better hehe)
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
Post by unplugdacusticaz on Apr 8, 2007 15:24:43 GMT -5
you can piss up a rope and you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin' pack your bag i don't need the ag on your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin' you ride my ass like a horse in a saddle now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle and i can't cope piss up a rope
uh you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble you can piss up a rope and watch me giggle for the last 6 months i been packin' your bag you can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk i'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk and i'm no dope but i've lost all hope so hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope
Must crucify the ego, before it's far too late, to leave this place so, negative and blind and cynical, and you will come to find that we are all one mind capable of all that's imagined, and all conceivable just let the light touch you and let the words spill through just let them pass right through bringing out our hope and reason.
another one: Polar opposites don't push away It's the same on the weekends as the rest of the days And I know I should go but I'll probably stay And that's all you can do about some things I'm trying to drink away the part of the day That I cannot sleep away Two one eyed dogs, they're looking at stereos Hi-fi Gods try so hard to make their cars low to the ground These vibrations oil its teeth Primer gray is the color when you're done dying I'm trying to drink away the part of the day That I cannot sleep away
Post by easymorningrebel on Apr 9, 2007 7:28:19 GMT -5
like a summer rose needs the sun and rain I need your sweet love to beat love away
I just don't know what to do with myself just don't know what to do with myself just don't know what to do with myself I don't know what to do with myself
Post by frankthemute on Apr 9, 2007 11:19:38 GMT -5
Sorry for the long post, but this whole story by Tool is I think very appropriate for all the kids at Bonnaroo having fun with their doses.
Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51 Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy when a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
Holy f**king nuts!
Then the X-Files being, Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa Did a slow-mo Matrix descent Outta the butt end of the banana vessel And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip, and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
So light in his way, Like an apparition, [that] He had me crying out, "Fuck me It's gotta be the Deadhead Chemistry The blotter got
on top of me Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.
Then he looked right through me With somniferous almond eyes Don't even know what that means Must remember to write it down This is so real Like the time Dave floated away See, my heart is pounding 'Cause this nuts never happens to me
I can't breathe right now!
It was so real, Like I woke up in Wonderland. All sorta terrifying I don't wanna be all alone While I tell this story. And can anyone tell me why Y'all sound like Peanuts parents? Will I ever be coming down? This is so real Finally, it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing 'Cause this nuts never happens to me
I can't breathe right now!
You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I've just said! See the Dead ain't touring And this wasn't all in my head. See, they took me by the hand And invited me right in. Then they showed me something I don't even know where to begin.
Strapped down [to] my bed Feet cold [and] eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Can't remember what they said God damn, nuts the bed.
Hey ...
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position. Such a heavy burden now to be the One Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending, To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen nuts the bed again ... Typical.
Strapped down [to] my bed Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Sunkist and Sudafed * Gyroscopes and infrared Won't help, I'm brain dead Can't remember what they said God damn, nuts the bed
I can't remember what they said to me Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero Can't remember what they said Bob help me! Can't remember what they said
Post by chewtheangels on Apr 9, 2007 11:27:12 GMT -5
Here’s to the kids out there smoking in the streets They’re way too young but I’m way too old to preach They know it all but they still ain’t seen the truth Just play my song and I’ll show it all to you
Either way you caught me with your lyin You caught me with your lyin You caught me with my pants down
Post by frankthemute on Apr 9, 2007 11:34:45 GMT -5
Ok, just can't help it, one more off of 10,000 days
TOOL - Right In Two
Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around? Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys Where there's one you're bound to divide it Right in two
Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason, And this is what they choose?
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs they forge a blade And where there's one they're bound to divide it Right in two
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs they make a club, And beat their brother down. How they survive so misguided is a mystery. Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability, To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.
/ Cut it all right in two] / Cutting our love right in two]
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything Fight over love, over sun, over nothing Fight till they die, (Ahhh!) over what? for their ending
"Does the sun revolve around the earth? Does reflection make the water blue? Should I forget the dream I had last night? Will I ever know just what to do?
I ask that question to myself I don't know what to do Chin is resting in my hands I feel like I'm on 42!" -disco biscuits
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
Post by mranonymous on Apr 14, 2007 19:11:10 GMT -5
Synchronicity II
Another suburban family morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all her suicides are fake,
Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the Bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, But all he ever thinks to do is watch, And every single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish lake
Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake
Post by sparklybecca on Apr 24, 2007 17:18:20 GMT -5
*bizzump*
Hey, I put some new shoes on, and suddenly everything is right, I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling, it so inviting, Oh, short on money, but long on time, slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine, and i'm running late, and i dont need an excuse, 'cause i'm wearing my brand new shoes.
thanks for bumping. i meant to do so earlier. --------
Welcome to this one man show. Just take a seat they're always free. No surprise, no mystery In this theater that I call my soul. I'll always play the starring role.
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven? Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain? No more DTs and no shakes and no horrors The very next morning, you feel right as rain
'Cause God loves a drunk, lowest of men Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises To kick-start his mind now and then O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
Does God really care for your life in the suburbs? Your dull little life full of dull little things And bring up the babies to be just like daddy And maybe I'll be there when he gives out the wings
But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool Oh he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool And he can't hear the insults, and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and he sings sally racket He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body And soak through his clothes to the skin O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
Will there be any pen-pushers up there in heaven? Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love? I pity you worms with your semis and pensions If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above
Oh God loves a drunk, although he's a clown Oh you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down But he don't give a curse for what people think of him He screams at his demons alone in the darkness He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend? Ah God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen
Post by BrokenLight on Apr 25, 2007 22:56:48 GMT -5
"You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down Competition on other stages and the horns are blowing that sound Way on down south, way on down south Bonnaroo town"
- Keller Williams covering Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits arranging the lyrics a little bit at Bonnaroo 2002 or 2003, i can't remember which one
Post by blazeaway54 on Apr 26, 2007 1:47:48 GMT -5
The Soldiering Life by The Decemberists
Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms, you're likened to a whisper I liken to a radio You were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough They called you from a cartoon Pulled out of your pantaloons
But You My brother in arms I'd rather I'd lose my limbs Than let you come to harm
But You My bombazine doll The bullets may singe your skin And the mortars may fall
But I I never felt so much life Than tonight Huddled in the trenches Gazing on the battle field Our rifles blaze away We blaze away
Corporal Bradley of regiment five And proud array standing by the bathing Soldiers and the stevedores We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep Our eyes align, swaddled in our civies Cradled in our dungarees
But You My brother in arms I'd rather I'd lose my limbs Than let you come to harm
But You My bombazine doll The bullets may singe your skin And the mortars may fall
But I I never felt so much life Than tonight Huddled in the trenches Gazing on the battle field Our rifles blaze away We blaze away We blaze away We blaze away
My absolute favorite song for years...still up there pretty high.
Post by frankthemute on Apr 26, 2007 14:20:52 GMT -5
You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified for your sins and your lies. Goodbye...
