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Post by ipuffin on May 12, 2011 12:26:53 GMT -5
Busy Bodies getting nowhere....because of Parkinson's, right? So you think that you have seen her When you're lying in between her And you tell me that you don't care Busy bodies getting nowhere Ev'rybody's getting meaner Busy bodies Caught in the concertina You check her outline Break her regulations You watch her legs through several Service stations Busy bodies Very busy Getting nowhere Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere Now you're ready for the merger With the company you're part of And you do the dirty business With your latest sleeping partner You're becoming Automatic Busy bodies Out playing with the traffic You want attention You try my patience With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance Busy bodies Busy busy Getting nowhere Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere Now you've given your performance Though the matinee was idle And you find that a wave of her right hand Could seem so tidal Just a second Satisfaction Busy bodies Temporarily out of action You wash and brush up You want to dress up You want to kiss her But she's busy with her makeup Busy bodies Very busy Getting nowhere Nowhere [x6] |
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Post by ipuffin on May 13, 2011 5:32:35 GMT -5
Red Shoes, the angels wanna wear my...... a pity they seem a bit too small for them!
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Post by iameye on May 13, 2011 8:04:52 GMT -5
Red Shoes, the angels wanna wear my...... a pity they seem a bit too small for them! You have to take the shrinking potion first, silly!  |
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Post by iameye on May 13, 2011 8:36:32 GMT -5
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Post by ipuffin on May 14, 2011 10:09:29 GMT -5
Less than Zero (1977)Calling Mister Oswald with the swastika tattoo There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodooCarving "v" for vandal on the guilty boy's headWhen he's had enough of that maybe you'll take him to bed To teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead Turn up the TV No one listening will suspect Even your mother won't detect itSo your father won't know They think that I've got no respect But everything means less than zero Hey, ooh hey, hey, ooh hey  Oswald and his sister are doing it again They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen ;D They've got a thousand variations: every service with a smile They're gonna take a little break, and they'll be back after a while Well I hear that South America is coming into style Turn up the TV... A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor Mister Oswald said he had an understanding with the lawHe said he heard about a couple living in the USA He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet Let's talk about the future now we've put the past away Turn up the TV... Costello+Clover reunion 2007 ...and a german sense of humor
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Post by ipuffin on May 14, 2011 10:30:42 GMT -5
...which brings us to the single greatest moment on SNL EVERwww.123video.nl/playvideos.asp?MovieID=139251...no reason to do this song here....well you better listen to the voice of reason! 
Radio, RadioI was tuning in the shine on the light night dial Doing anything my radio advised With every one of those late night stations Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes  I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver When the switch broke 'cause it's old They're saying things that I can hardly believe They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nationThey say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen meSome of my friends sit around every evening And they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference And the promise of an early bed You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna hear about it It's only inches on the reel-to-reel And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel Wonderful radio Marvelous radio Wonderful radio Radio, radio |
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Post by ipuffin on May 14, 2011 12:14:24 GMT -5
herer's one for you, Jarv!
Motel Matches
Somewhere in the distance I can hear "Who Shot Sam?"
This is my conviction, that I am an innocent man
Though you say I'm unkind
I'm being as nice as I can
[Chorus:]
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
I struck lucky with motel matches
Falling for you without a second look
Falling out of your open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
I wake with the siren in an emergency
Though your mind is full of love
In your eyes there is a vacancy
And you know what I'll do
When the light outside changes from red to blue
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Post by ipuffin on May 14, 2011 13:19:00 GMT -5
I look for the news, somebody to abuse
I look at myself but it's so chancy
I see things that I don't fancy
(from "talking in the dark")
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Post by jarvitronics on May 15, 2011 1:36:00 GMT -5
herer's one for you, Jarv! I smoked a bowl with Jack shortly after he had his first stroke; too bad he's gone.  -j |
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Post by ipuffin on May 15, 2011 6:06:55 GMT -5
sometimes...there are golliwogs in the jam!
Sunday's Best
Times are tough for English babies
Send the army and the navy
Beat up strangers who talk funny
Take their greasy foreign money
Skin shop, red leather, hot line
Be prepared for the engaged sign
Bridal books, engagement rings
And other wicked little things
Chorus:
Standing in your socks and vest
Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest
But Sunday's best
Stylish slacks to suit your pocket
Back supports and picture lockets
Sleepy towns and sleeper trains
To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls
Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference
At death's door with life insurance
Chorus
Sunday's best, Sunday's finest
When your money's in the minus
And you suffer from your shyness
You can listen to us whiners
Don't look now under the bed
An arm, a leg and a severed head
Read about the private lives
The songs of praise, the readers' wives
Listen to the decent people
Though you treat them just like sheep
Put them all in boots and khaki
Blame it all upon the darkies!
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Post by iameye on May 15, 2011 19:37:16 GMT -5
Be prepared for the engaged sign Bridal books, engagement rings sounds very Book of Revelation One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls full of the seven last plagues came and said to me, "Come, I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb."  She is the garden of Peace! And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. She's cute! The Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life. |
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Post by ipuffin on May 16, 2011 7:42:54 GMT -5
She throws back her hair [hands] and she shows you her mouth
The breath that I waste trying to ruin your life
Beauty's on a budget but you take it on the chin
'Cause you have to do your duty taking orders from the kingpin
You've got a chemistry class I want a piece of your mind
You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine
Are you ready for the final solution? Oh. Oh.
[They] chopped you up in butcher's school
Threw you out of the academy of garbage
You'll be a joker all your life
A student at the comedy college
People pleasing people pleasing people like you
You've been around so long but you still don't know what to do
(Chorus)
Sparks are flying from electrical pylons
Snakes and ladders running up and down her nylons
Ready to experiment, you're ready to be burned
If it wasn't for some accidents then some would never ever learn
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Post by iameye on May 16, 2011 7:52:37 GMT -5
Butcher School 101  Beauty's on a budget but you take it on the chin 'Cause you have to do your duty taking orders from the Kingpin |
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Post by iameye on May 16, 2011 8:13:01 GMT -5
Almost ideal eyes
Viewed through a rosy hue
So beautiful, trusting
Rebellion is just currency, the moon is what you bay for
Be sure of what you wish upon, be careful what you pray for
When you look into those almost ideal
When you look into those almost ideal
When you look into those almost ideal
Here she comes, here she comes now
Here she comes, here she comes now
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Post by ipuffin on May 16, 2011 16:03:46 GMT -5
And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. She's cute! cute?   that's one way to put it |
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Post by iameye on May 16, 2011 16:15:06 GMT -5
And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. She's cute! cute? that's one way to put it Don't worry. She looks better in a dress and heels. |
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Post by ipuffin on May 16, 2011 18:27:42 GMT -5
Why are we racing to be so old? I'm up late pacing the floor I won't be told You have your reservations I'm bought and soldI'll face the music I'll face the facts Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks Bowing and squawking Running after titbits Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one's will
I will return
I will not burn
Down in the basementI need my head examined I need my eyes excited I'd like to join the party
But I was not invitedYou make a member of me I'll be delighted I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town Dial me a Valentine She's a smooth operator It's all so calculated She's got a calculator She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator (Chorus) A simple game of self-respect You flick a switch and the world goes off Nobody jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would have had enough by nowYou call selective dating For some effective mating I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating I knew right from the start We'd end up hating Pictures of the merchandise
Plastered on the wallWe can look so long as we don't have to talk at all You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural manHe doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can He wants to know the names of All those he's better than (Chorus) I will return
I will not burn.....and live in 1978. On German television. He may not be cute - OR handsome but the man has balls. |
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Post by iameye on May 16, 2011 19:54:41 GMT -5
Who says he's not either? And don't you watch 30 Rock? Elvis is a professional "connoisseur" of fine Art. Elvis sings the blues to the banker with the motorcar where? Da White House? more people should be procuring fine Art. |
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Post by ipuffin on May 17, 2011 7:35:35 GMT -5
Elvis sings the blues to the banker with the motorcar ...so nice of him to stop and say hello ;D with the secret sign of the order of Plectrum Nick Lowe - Little HitlerLittle Hitler, what you doin'
Is the passion inflamed again, again
Little Hitler, where you goin'
Is it go go night again tonight
Ever searchin' for the action
But the action don't want to know
I said all along you're a tough one
(Little Hitler)
Little Hitler, what's the matter now
Can't you settle for the center of attention
Little Hitler, now I'm serious
Let me guess why you knocked me
Off your guest list
As the world turns
Atthe edge of night
And the seed is shot and sown
l'll make a Little Hitler of my own
(Little Hitler)
When the goin' gets tough
The tough get goin'
Every now and then
l can see 'em runnin', runnin'
You can talk with them
You can be shot with them
But you'll get no change
Only shootin' at 'em long range
See you someday soon (Little Hitler)
Selfish pleasure, yeah (Little Hitler)
With the one I love (Little Hitler)
Now you're not alone...yeah (Little HitLer)
With the one I love (LittLe HitLer)
Little Hitler of my own (Little Hitller)  |
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Post by iameye on May 17, 2011 9:46:13 GMT -5
But you'll get no change Only shootin' at 'em long range Fine, how about this way? Point blank, right between the eyes, walkin' in the sights. Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line
Come on up for the rising
Com on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line
Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li Come on up, I want to come home. please?and thank you?  |
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Post by ipuffin on May 17, 2011 18:47:54 GMT -5
the leader had promised to give us a bash
.....we we we so exited!
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Post by ipuffin on May 18, 2011 10:53:33 GMT -5
...and let me just add the putting Springsteen in a Dylan thread is like putting Bon Jovi in an Elvis Coste - - - - -  holy shishkebab.... |
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Post by iameye on May 18, 2011 22:00:14 GMT -5
...and let me just add the putting Springsteen in a Dylan thread is like putting Bon Jovi in an Elvis Coste - - - - - holy shishkebab.... Uh, you did notice that was Elvis and Springsteen singing together live on the Rising? yes.? Get it? They are singing the exact same song Could there be more involved with this particular example? Of course there is. |
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Post by ipuffin on May 23, 2011 21:40:41 GMT -5
...and for my upgrade to revolver - the max?
I give you
The 3 Dirty Macs!!!
in
...This Town...
That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano
like he was pawing a dirty book
He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his
very best little boy look
It was a song with a topical verse which I'm
afraid he then proceeded to sing
Something about the moody doomed love of
the Fish-Finger King
Chorus:
You're nobody in this town
You're nobody in this crowd
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're poison,
Got your number knows it must be avoided
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're a bastard
Mr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man Row
Although he swears that he's the salt of the earth
He's so proud of the "kick-me-hard" sign that
they hung on his back at birth
He said "I appreciate beauty, if I have one, then
it's my fault"
"Beauty is on my pillow, beauty is there in
my vault"
You're nobody in this town
You're nobody in this crowd
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're poison,
Got your number knows it must be avoided
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're a bastard
The girl with the eternity rock went down on
her bookie to buy some stock
Now all her signs in the shopping arcades say
"The corporation thief is The New Jesse James"
Her clothes and her attention were scant, her
eyes were everywhere,
Her eyes were like absinthe
The little green figures that dance on his screen
say everything you want to hear and nothing
they mean
They made love while she was changing her dress
She wiped him off she wiped him out and then
she made him confess
A little amused by the belief in her power
You must remember this it was the fetish of
the hour
You're nobody in this town
You're nobody in this crowd
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're poison,
Got your number knows it must be avoided
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're a bastard
D.P.A. MacManus - vocals; Rickenbacker 6-string, Gretch, spider & acoustic guitars; organ, piano, melodica, tambourine
Roger McGuinn - Rickenbacker 12-string guitar
Paul McCartney - Rickenbacker bass
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Post by ipuffin on Jun 7, 2011 8:20:18 GMT -5
The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings
He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless thingsBut I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie write yourself another book You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
for their tearsBut I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie Get yourself off the hook You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll
Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola
Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota
Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah
Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking overAny day now a giant insect mutation Will swoop down and devour the white man's burdenStarting out with all of the sensitive ones Better make like a fly if you don't want to die Look out there goes GordonBut I can't bring myself to think Wake up Zombie Kick up a big stink You want to scream and shout my little Saxon loutHurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over |
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