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That is a bold statement LG. Very commendable.

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Got hooked on the Rammstein song about the German cannibal case, it's called Mein Teil. You are what you eat!

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make a meal of your asshole, gnawin' your fat, soul-cookin' your heart in my vinegar

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Waka is 15 years old and he lives in Argentina. Let it go, for fuck's sake.

Soooooooo you brought attention to it
to tell me it was a bit much?

Or was that your entry for Best Lyrics Ever?

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Fuck off.
Jp is calling him a faggot and you are making fun of his spelling. It's lame. He's a kid from Argentina.

I always thought he lived in LA because it used to say 'laurel canyon' for his location. NBD.

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I should fuck off because you can't give an argentinian "kid" credit for
possessing the ability to google/spellcheck/copy & paste (if need be) words?

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I'm losing interest in this forum.

Do ya love it?
Do ya hate it?
There it is, the way you made it.
Wow! ~ FZ

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...and one could hardly blame you. - FZ

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Come now, a few people here are assholes but if you ignore them (that's the feature that saved this forum: visit the profile of the offending character, set on ignore and whee) you can enjoy the many nice people who are here.

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I certainly don't want you to leave. But if you do, for god's sake don't give up on the music. Please




Man of Golden Words

Song by Mother Love Bone



Wanna show you something like the joy inside my heart
Seems I've been living in the temple of the dog
Where would I live, if I were a man of golden words?
Or would I live at all?

Words and music, my only tools
Communication

And on her arrival, I will set free the birds
It's a pretty time of year when the mountains sing out loud
Tell me, Mr. Golden Words how's about the world?
Tell me can you tell me at all yeah?

Words and music, my only tools
Communication

Let's fall in love with music
The driving force of our livings
The only international language
Divine glory, the expression
The knees bow, the tongue confesses
The Lord of Lords, the king of king
The king of king, oh yeah

Words and music, my only tools
Communication

Words and music, yeah yeah
Communication

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"Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back"

^MLB rules

I miss them.

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A personal pronoun beginning with a capital letter, followed by a transitive verb in the present indicative, followed by a preposition, followed by a possessive pronoun, followed by a common noun, followed by a conjunction, followed by a definite article, followed by an intransitive verb in the present indicative, followed by an adverb, followed by a conjunction, followed by a contraction consisting of a personal pronoun and an auxiliary verb in the present indicative, followed by a preposition, followed by an indefinite article, followed by a possessive pronoun, followed by a common noun, followed by a period.

The original title of this thread was supposed to be ironic. But I don't give a care.

I know a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants she'll pass you by
Everybody said she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
Strutter
She wears her satin like a lady
She gets her way just like a child
You take her home and she says "maybe, baby"
She takes you down and drives you wild
Everybody said she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
Strutter

After a while we took in the clothes
Nobody said very much
Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
Which nobody really wanted to touch
Mama come in and picked up a book
An’ Papa asked her what it was
Someone else asked, “What do you care?”
Papa said, “Well, just because”
Then they started to take back their clothes
Hang ’em on the line
It was January the thirtieth
And everybody was feelin’ fine

The next day everybody got up
Seein’ if the clothes were dry
The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed
Mama, of course, she said, “Hi!”
“Have you heard the news?” he said, with a grin
“The Vice-President’s gone mad!”
“Where?” “Downtown.” “When?” “Last night”
“Hmm, say, that’s too bad!”
“Well, there’s nothin’ we can do about it,” said the neighbor
“It’s just somethin’ we’re gonna have to forget”
“Yes, I guess so,” said Ma
Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet

I reached up, touched my shirt
And the neighbor said, “Are those clothes yours?”
I said, “Some of ’em, not all of ’em”
He said, “Ya always help out around here with the chores?”
I said, “Sometime, not all the time”
Then my neighbor, he blew his nose
Just as Papa yelled outside
“Mama wants you t’ come back in the house and bring them clothes”
Well, I just do what I’m told
So, I did it, of course
I went back in the house and Mama met me
And then I shut all the doors

Clothes Line Saga - Bob Dylan 1967

Girls, I like 'em hangin' around, I like
Girls, though all the boys put you down
Girls, I like the things that you do, I like
Girls, I get my pleasure from you

So come on, come on and give some to me
But oh don't you take it away-ay-ay
Girls, I want to fuck 'em all!

David Johansen - Girls (1978)

What's good enough for Adam
Is good enough for me
I'm awfully glad we got 'em
They're easy to see (as long as they're)
White women everywhere
There's always a replacement, anytime,
anywhere

They walk without a swagger
Their power's on the wane
But something deep within me
Cries out all the same (it's gotta be)
White women everyday
To me it doesn't matter that their
skin's passe

As long as they're white
As long as they're white
As long as they're white from head to toe
As long as they're white
As long as they're white
As long as they're white I'll have a go
White women, everywhere

The places that I'm cruising
The places that I stay
Are filled with Anglo-Saxons
And I get my way
White women, everyday
You can see'em blush, at least by
light of day

I've tried most every package
From Peking to Berdoo
I'm sticking with a brand name
I'm sticking with you
Because you're a white woman, so
very fair

Because you're a white woman, so very fair



("White Women" - Sparks)

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Lucky Guy TR

Some people don't seem real at all
Unafraid of any mountain
Sure that the gods won't let him fall
Should he fall, he will always get up again
And if he's hurt, he never shows it
If he's wrong, nobody knows it
Seems like he never has to try
He just must be a lucky guy
And when there's pain, he never minds it
When it's lost, he always finds it
Nobody really knows just why
He just must be a lucky guy
I wish I was that lucky guy

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Nobler than Oedipus
Clairvoyant and toothless
Foreplay with no friends
Premature until the end

I've got a secret
Babbling senseless
No one will ever know

Kids can be so cruel
Smash the feeling
Suckle the sugar breast

Too happy - a jerk beyond a smile
An asphyxiophile
I'm the Humper; stop hitting me
Walking the plank, swallowing dirt

Johnny - just skin and juice and hair
A hero unaware
Tied in a knot beneath giggling
My own two hands tickling me

Innocent friction
Boys and girls are stealing my oxygen
Sex? There's no such thing
All that's left is laughing, choking, laughing

Playing solitaire
A rope and mommy's underwear
Hanging on, letting go
Dangling to and fro

NOOO

It can't happen here

Floating away
Tingling
Fluid seeping
Family weeping
It feels so good
So bad
But please
Don't tease me

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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they’re trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere’s horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

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I can't tell when you're telling the truth.
>I'm not.
How do I know anything you've said to me is...
>You don't.

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Did you like, know that the Roman sun god is Apollo (the sun is not yellow) and the spanish word for chicken is pollo? (it's chicken)!!!

Like, wow!