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Goodness Gracious Meme

11:10 / 24.01.03

Enough talking about yourselves... this one's for quotes dedicated to another member of our happly flock, prompted by this popping into my head for some reason

:

For Haus

Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see I'm mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad

Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Nina Simone, Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood.

uncle retrospective

21:11 / 24.01.03

For Cop Killer, where ever he went.

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

Turn it down you say,
Well all I got to say to you is time again I say, "No!"
No! No, No, No, No, No!
Tell me not to play
Well, all I got to say to you when you tell me not to play,
I say, "No!"
No! No, No, No, No, No!
So, if you ask me why I like the way I play it
There's only one thing I can say to you

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

There's a feelin' that
I get from nothin' else and there ain't nothin' in the world
That makes me go!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Turn the power up
I've waited for so long so I could hear my favorite song so,
Let's go!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
When it's like this I feel the music shootin' through me
There's nothin' else that I would rather do

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

Twisted Sister - I Wanna Rock

4real

21:32 / 24.01.03

Okay, this is kinda cheating, but this one goes out to all of you, damn it.

When the aliens come,
When the death rays hum,
When the bombers bomb,
We'll still be freakin' friends.

When the whip comes down,
When they nuke the town,
When dead clowns can't clown,
We'll still be freakin' friends.

Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.

When the skeeter bites,
Lightning hits our kites,
When we miss our flights,
We'll still be freakin' friends.

When the number's called,
When the garden's walled,
When my tire's bald,
We'll still be freakin' friends.

Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.

I was halfway down the plank,
Had a stick against my flank,
Then you pulled up in the Tank.
Rock on.

When we're parched with drought,
And we can't catch trout,
When my voice gives out,
We'll still be freakin' friends.

When the razor cuts,
When they torch the huts,
When I hate your guts,
We'll still be freakin' friends.

Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.

Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin’ friends.

-Mystik Spyral "Freakin' Friends"

Matthew Fluxington

22:28 / 24.01.03

For the Barbelith Magick forum:

WITCH MOUNTAIN BRIDGE

in better times, a spell could save you
and wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you
and now it’s all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation
the servants scream, always wear black

the stupid sin, nomadic wish-scapes
give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
yes, its all over your head, so enjoy the dim vacation
the servant rings, never wear black

there is no ‘now’, you can tape that to your devil brow
time came before the end
my lord, explain your cattle call
what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
the shephard breed always wear black

you find the grace in true frustration
time came before the end
my lord, explain

The Return Of Rothkoid

03:57 / 25.01.03

Nobody in particular; although maybe it's a cautionary tale. By Spiderbait. Who're big with the kids, I understand.

Hey look at me I'm a scenester!
Hey look at me I'm a scenester!
Hey look at me I'm a scenester!
Can't get away from me - scenester!
Go to all the rock and roll places
Seen with all the rock and roll faces
I'm gonna be at your bases
When I get myself a new tattoo.

Buy all the records that they do
Go to all the shows that they do
Wear all the clothes that they do
I don't give a shit - I don't have to.

They're lost under the plastic
Especially when they are geriatric
Now they think the kids are fantastic
They're so young and cute and they're so cool!

Feel so good - I'm a scenester!
Feel so good - I'm a scenester!
Feel so good - I'm a scenester!
Can't stop me now - I'm a scenester!
Deep down inside, I'm a racist
Deep down inside, I'm a sexist
Don't know much but I know that
If you had Docs like me you'd be cool too...

08:12 / 25.01.03

Ahhh, shit... I'm not sober, more than a little maudlin - I need to send this out to my ex, courtesy of 10,000 Maniacs doing Trouble Me.

"Trust is what I'm offering
if you trouble me...."

(tequila is a dangerous thing....)

09:10 / 25.01.03

This is for you-know-who...

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 in 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?

09:28 / 25.01.03

It's me. As I like to say, "I'm so vain, I KNOW that song is about me."

12:43 / 25.01.03

Pfft! Clouds in your coffee, Cherie - it's about ME!

And, in brutally-frank, evil Selfawarian psychiatrist mode, this one goes out to all the lonely, blue, stressed, depressed and broken-hearted souls...

Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathise
Anymore

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me

You're alright
There's nothing wrong
Self-sufficience please!
And get to work

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me

You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue-squad
Is too exhausted

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me

(Courtesy, the Gudmundsdottir School of Counselling...)

12:45 / 25.01.03

I love the way Bjork says "Your rescue squad is too exhausted." It sounds so cute and foreign...

The Return Of Rothkoid

00:25 / 26.01.03

Hmph. Moi?

Grr.

In that case, I think this should become a bit of a barbemeet cautionary anthem. Or something. Think jaunty.

THE NIPS ARE GETTING BIGGER - Mental as Anything.

Started out just drinking beer
Didn't know how or why or what I was doing there
Just a couple more made me feel a little better
Believe me when I tell you it was nothing to do with the letter

Ran right out of beer I took a look into the larder
No bones nothing I'd better go and get something harder
Back in a flash I started on a dash of Jamaica rum
Me and pat malone drinking on our own

(chorus)
Woah, oh, the nips are getting bigger
Woah, yeah, the nips are getting bigger
Woah, oh, the nips are getting bigger
Yeah, they're getting bigger

Sometimes I wonder what all these chemicals are doing to my brain doesn't worry me
Enough to stop me from doing it again
Wiping out brain cells by the millions but I don't care
It doesn't worry me even though I ain't got a lot to spare

(chorus)

16:06 / 26.01.03

Is he talking nips as in measures of spirits or as in his nipples?

The Return Of Rothkoid

21:23 / 26.01.03

I hope he means measures. I wasn't aware that it was a tribute to liquid pants-remover... but I could always be wrong...

Regrettable Juvenilia

12:22 / 01.05.03

For a special someone...

There's a man I meet
Walks up our street
He's a worker for the council
Has been twenty years
And he takes no lip off nobody
And litter off the gutter
Puts it in a bag
And never seems to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a Sunblest bag
The children call him "bogie"
He never lets on
But I know 'cause he once told me
He let me know a secret
About the money in his kitty
He's gonna buy a dinghy
Gonna call her...

DIGNITY

And I'll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I'll be on my holidays
They'll be doing their rounds
They'll ask me how I got her, I'll say "I saved my money"
They'll say isn't she pretty?
That ship called...

DIGNITY

- Deacon Blue, 'Dignity'

22:20 / 01.05.03

For gingerbop:

Snooker loopy nuts are we
Him and them and us and me
There's no end to what we can do
With a load of balls and a snooker cue

Pot! The red! And screw back!
To the yellow, green, brown, blue, pink and black
Snooker loopy nuts are we
We're all snooker - loopy!

Regrettable Juvenilia

13:56 / 13.05.03

I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like
I want to be just like all the different people
I have no further interest in being the same,
Because I have seen difference all around,
And now I know that that's what I want
I don't want to blend in and be indistinguishable,
I want to be part of the different crowd,
And assert my individuality along with others
Who are different like me
I don't want to be identical to anyone or anything
I don't even want to be identical to myself
I want to look in the mirror and wonder,
"Who is that person? I've never seen that person before;
I've never seen anyone like that before."
I want to call into question the very idea that
Identity can be attached
I want a floating, shifting, ever changing persona:
Invisibility and Obscurity,
Detachment from the ego and all of it's pursuits.
Unity is useless
Conformity is competitive and divisive and leads only to stagnation and death.
If what I'm saying doesn't make any sense,
That's because sense can not be made
It's something that must be sensed
and I, for one, am incensed by all this complacency
Why oppose war only when there's a war?
Why defend the clinics only when they are attacked?
Why are we always reactive?
Let's activate something
Let's fuck shit up
Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it?
Whatever happening to protesting nothing in particular
Just protesting
Cuz it's Saturday
And there's nothing else to do?

- King Missile, 'It's Saturday'

(For various.)

14:24 / 13.05.03

Is he talking nips as in measures of spirits or as in his nipples?

bloody Japs if you ask me.

Regrettable Juvenilia

13:25 / 07.11.03

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear, things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin', is mad amazin'
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin' in my bedroom pacin'
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin'
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin' high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin' though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some scandalous motherfuckers wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has it's day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

- Gang Starr, 'Moment Of Truth'

For anyone who needs it.

Our Lady of The Two Towers

13:42 / 07.11.03

'Come on
Come on
You think you drive me crazy, well
Come on
Come on
You and whose army?
You and your cronies
Come on
Come on
Holy Roman Empire
Come on if you think
Come on if you think
You can take us on
You can take on
You and your army
You and your cronies
You forget so easy
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses'

You And Whose Army Radiohead

For Gordon Brown.

13:46 / 07.11.03

Big shout out to Seth, wish you could get a sound function to go with the lyrics- just sing the tune in your head, dear reader, there is nobody alive who doesn't know it by heart;

Don't worry about a thing
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be alright
Singin', "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be alright."

Woke up this morning
Smiled at the rising sun
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true
Sayin', "This is my message to you-u-u."
Singin' Don't worry about a thing
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be alright.
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be al-right.
Singin', Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be alright...
Bob Marley 1977

The song was written on the step at the back of 56 Hope Road, where Bob loved to sit and write songs. As spliffs were rolled, the seeds from the herb would be thrown onto the ground where birds would pick them up in their beaks. Hence the title, the three little birds being a trio of ground doves.

15:13 / 07.11.03

For the lateshift people, the drinking thread people, anythread I liked and any of you who liked my mages:

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder
Couldn't deny a friend
We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison
Peekin' up the skirt of the end

And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records
Much like plates of black food
We filled up our faces, saw some far places
Stood on the roof in the nude

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Between poles, he said "We're like cows in the grass"
Brushing off flies
Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down
Till we no longer opened our eyes

And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war?
Cup o' troops o'er the gums
To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself
Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster
Whether it's right or it's wrong

We opened the window, played some Nintendo
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song:
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction
Flying graceful and free
None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest
Till he's finally beaten his me

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn't just die

He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again
Can't really call that a loss or a win

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

16:17 / 07.11.03

oh, quantum. you just brought back some nice memories.

11:07 / 10.11.03

For Stoatie and Flowers:

I said Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?
Ohhh...

Has the world changed or have I changed?

17:32 / 10.11.03

Kegoboy, I love that Moxy Fruvus track!