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Post by ipuffin on May 8, 2011 3:58:28 GMT -5
and these Tiny Steps lead us to....
Oh I just don't know where to begin Though he says he'll wait forever It's now or never But she keeps him hanging on The silly champion She says she can't go home Without a chaperon
[Chorus:] Accidents will happen We only hit and run He used to be your victim Now you're not the only one
Accidents will happen We only hit and run I don't want to hear it 'Cause I know what I've done
There's so many fish in the sea That only rise up in the sweat and smoke like mercury But they keep you hanging on They say you're so young Your mind is made up but your mouth is undone
[Chorus]
And it's the damage that we do And never know It's the words that we don't say That scare me so
There's so many people to see So many people you can check up on And add to your collection But they keep you hanging on Until you're well hung Your mouth is made up but your mind is undone
[chorus]
I know, I know, I know, i know....
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Post by ipuffin on May 8, 2011 5:24:10 GMT -5
And it's the damage that we do And never know It's the words that we don't say That scare me so There's so many people to see So many people you can check up on And add to your collection But they keep you hanging on Until you're well hung Your mouth is made up but your mind is undone Accidents will happen We only hit and run He used to be your victim Now you're not the only one Accidents will happen We only hit and run I don't want to hear it 'Cause I know what I've done I know, I know, I know, i know.... "Take a sight o' this, you hearty colliers: see what they've brought you. You can match it up with Billy's. Last night there were four o' these walking, weren't there? Well, this morning there's three. They buried the other one in Ma Hitchcock's midden. Go on, ask 'em why!
HURST. He's a deserter, is why!
ANNIE (holding up the tunic). Hey, here's the little hole where they let in the bayonet. Eee, ale, easily in. His blood's on my tongue, so hear what it says. A bayonet is a raven's beak. This tunic's a collier's jacket. That scarecrow's a birdcage. What more do you want!
WALSH. Is this what she says true? Where is he, the fourth of you?
MUSGRAVE. He was killed, and that's all. By an accident killed. It's barely materi --
ATTERCLIFFE. Oh, it's material. And no goddamned accident. I said it to you, Musgrave, it washes it all out." [/i] [/quote]
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 7:30:32 GMT -5
...Because there's always another man (who is hoping for replacement)
Senior service Junior dissatisfaction It's a breath you took too late It's a death that's worse than fate
Senior service Junior dissatisfaction Though it may be second hand It's by no means second rate
I want your neck I want the seat that you sit at I want your cheque Because they told me I would get on I wanna chop off your head and watch it roll into the basket If you should drop dead tonight then they won't have to ask me twice
(Chorus)
They took me in the office and they told me very carefully The way that I could benefit from death and disability
(Chorus)
I want your company car I want your girlfriend and love I want your place at the bar Because there's always another man To chop off your head and watch it roll into the basket If you should drop dead tonight then they won't have to ask me twice
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 7:37:17 GMT -5
there was a checkpoint charlie he didn't crack a smile but it's no laughing party when you've been on the murder mile hong kong is up for grabs london is full of arabs we could be in palestine overrun by a chinese line with the Boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne! if you're out of luck, you're out of work
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 7:56:01 GMT -5
Oliver's Army is here to stay Oliver's Army are on their way...
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 8:09:19 GMT -5
..and here's for me finally upgrading to Rubber Soul! ;D
I was stuck on a hammerhead I came alive and left for dead As my face returned to red Choking on my pride and pity
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 8:39:35 GMT -5
..and here's for me finally upgrading to Rubber Soul! ;D I was stuck on a hammerhead I came alive and left for dead As my face returned to red Choking on my pride and pity The sun struggles up another beautiful day And I felt glad in my own suspicious way Despite the contradiction and confusion Felt tragic without reason There's malice and there's magic in every season [Chorus:] From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf The other side of Summer To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf The other side of Summer The automatic gates close up between the shanties and the palace The blowtorch amusements, the voodoo chalice The pale pathetic promises that everybody swallows A teenage girl is crying 'cos she don't look like a million dollars So help her if you can 'Cos she don't seem to have the attention span[Chorus] Was it a millionaire who said "imagine no possessions"? A poor little schoolboy who said "we don't need no lessons"? The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop The pop princess is downtown shooting up And if that goddess is fit for burning The sun will struggle up, the world will still keep turningMadman standing by the side of the road saying "Look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes" Now you can't afford to fake all the drugs your parents used to take Because of their mistakes you'd better be wide awake [Chorus] The mightiest rose The absence of perfume The casual killers The military curfew The cardboard city An unwanted birthday The other side of summerThe dancing was desperate, the music was worse They bury your dreams and dig up the worthless Goodnight God bless And kiss "goodbye" to the earth The other side of summer
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 The mightiest rose The absence of perfume The casual killers The military curfew The cardboard city An unwanted birthday The other side of summer
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 9:24:46 GMT -5
There's a smart young woman on a light blue screenWho comes into my house every night. And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and greenAnd she turns them into black and white. But you tease, and you flirt And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it Better cut off all identifying labels Before they put you on the torture table'Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic" There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes She's listening in to the Venus lineShe's picking out names I hope none of them are mine But you tease, and you flirt... Never said I was a stool pigeon I never said I was a diplomat Everybody is under suspicion But you don't wanna hear about that'Cause you tease, and you flirt... Better send a begging letter to the big investigation Who put these fingerprints on my imagination? You tease, and you flirt... You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 10:45:11 GMT -5
Oliver's Army is here to stay Oliver's Army are on their way... ...and I would rather be anywhere else than HERE TODAY Don't take the wrong b/road
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 14:02:10 GMT -5
Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that) Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad) She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad) but it's so hard to refuse. How can you say that I'm too old, when the angels have stolen my red shoes. Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die." She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy. That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance. Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 14:12:33 GMT -5
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic" There's a shorthand typist ;)taking seconds over minutes She's listening in to the Venus line She's picking out namesWell, what up Macca?
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Post by jarvitronics on May 11, 2011 14:55:11 GMT -5
Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that) Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad) She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad) but it's so hard to refuse. How can you say that I'm too old, when the angels have stolen my red shoes. Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die." She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy. That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance. Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence. With Eye o' Dynne (aka Eye o' Dyin') The Book of Morton (Salt): The Book of Mortis (Pepper): The Block of Mortise (Dovetail Joint): Dove/Tail Joint (The Petite Mortis): -j
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 20:32:10 GMT -5
They say you're nothing but a party girl Just like a million more all over the world I know I shouldn't be raising my hopes so high But I have seen the hungry look in their eyes They'd settle for anything in disguise of love Seen the party girls look me over Seen 'em leaving when the party's over They can't touch me now You say you don't mind We're so hard to find I could give you anything but time Give it just one more try Give it a chance Starts like fascination Ends up like a trance Oh you'll never be the guilty party girl Maybe someday we can go hiding from this world Maybe I'll never get over the change in style But I don't want to lock you up and say you're mine Don't want to lose you or say goodbye I'm the guilty party and I want my slice But I know you've got me and I'm in a grip-like vise. They can't touch me now You say you don't mind We're so hard to find I could give you anything I would give you anything I can give you anything but time Give you anything but time (repeats) give you anything but time (@2:50)
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 20:41:02 GMT -5
I have time Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that) Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad) She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad) but it's so hard to refuse. How can you say that I'm too old, when the angels have stolen my red shoes. Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die." She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy. That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance. Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence. Dove/Tail Joint (The Petite Mortis): -j Hey Mormon Jarv. Ever hear the one about the talking Mr Hat? lol shine all the buttons on my green shirt
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 20:53:44 GMT -5
lol, now THAT'S what I call a sticky situation...how do you handle that? Easy: just ask the experts!
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Post by ipuffin on May 11, 2011 21:29:09 GMT -5
Can't we discuss it like gentlemen, over a good cup of tea? Do you take it with sugar? Milk? ...................................................................................Gentlemen?
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 21:35:37 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on May 11, 2011 22:52:32 GMT -5
The result of this shipbuilding With all the Will in the world
Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards And notifying the next of kin Once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding
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Post by ipuffin on May 12, 2011 4:25:48 GMT -5
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Post by ipuffin on May 12, 2011 5:09:49 GMT -5
I was stuck on a hammerhead Gerald Scarfe: "I invented a skinhead militia called the Hammer Guard. Their insignia is two crossed hammers and my worst moment in the entire film was when one skinhead turned up with his hair shaved into the hammer design. I have nightmares about meeting people in the street who've taken up the Hammer Look." --sigh--- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hammerskins PSdo you see the difference? That English skin may have been a bit thick But THESE guys......are REALLY stupid.
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Post by iameye on May 12, 2011 6:03:11 GMT -5
it's what you got to choose
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Post by ipuffin on May 12, 2011 7:03:54 GMT -5
Mother, Father, I'm here in The ZooI can't come home 'cause I've grown up too soon I got my sentence I got my command They said they'd make me major if I met all their demands I could be a corp'ral into corp'ral punishment Or the gen'ral manager of a large establishment They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod But I never thought they'd put me in the Goon SquadThey've come to look you over and they're giving you the eye Goon SquadThey want you to come out to play You'd better say goodbye Some grow just like their dads And some grow up too tall Some go drinking with the lads Some don't grow up at allAnd you must find the proper place For everything you see But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me I could join a chain of males or be the missing (a) link Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod But I never thought they'd put me in the Goon Squad .... Mother, Father, I'm doing so well I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell I fit in a little dedication With one eye on the clock They caught you under medication You could be in for a shock Thinking up the alibis that ev'ryone's forgotten Just another mummy's boy gone to rottenThey pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod But I never thought they'd put me in the Goon Squad....
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Post by ipuffin on May 12, 2011 9:07:40 GMT -5
Don't worry fellas, that's not just a history lesson plenty of Beatles inside...
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Post by jarvitronics on May 12, 2011 9:25:50 GMT -5
Ever hear the one about the talking Mr Hat? Allow me to demonstrate... He-Man Brew: (that's our guile) -j
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Post by jarvitronics on May 12, 2011 10:13:54 GMT -5
Ever hear the one about the talking Mr Hat? Allow me to demonstrate... He-Man Brew: (that's our guile) -j -j
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