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Post by ipuffin on Apr 11, 2011 17:23:42 GMT -5
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Post by B on Apr 11, 2011 19:08:07 GMT -5
This has been discussed here before. Not sure where.
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 16, 2011 10:04:04 GMT -5
I hang around dying to be tortured You'll never be alone in the bone orchard This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace Through a two-way looking glass You see your Alice (Beyond Belief)
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 16, 2011 11:59:05 GMT -5
Shabby Doll Giving you more of what for Always worked for me before Now I'm a shabby doll What's going on behind the green elevator door With just a shabby doll
There's a hit man facing A compromising situation With just a shabby doll And a very neat line in character assassination She's just a shabby doll
[Chorus:] She's just a shabby doll She's putting him off and putting you on She's just the shabby doll You're swearing upon you know in your heart She's gone you know in your heart She's just a shabby doll
There's a girl in this dress There's always a girl in distress She's just a shabby doll She's so sure she's self-possessed Then again she's half undressed She's just a shabby doll
The boy that I used to be Showed no sign of sympathy For just a shabby doll I have betrayed you and me And paid for my own bribery With just a shabby doll
[Chorus]
He's the tired toy that everyone enjoyed He wants to be a fancy man but he's nothing but a nancy boy He's all pride and no joy
And being what you might call a whore Always worked for me before Now I'm a shabby doll Untie the gag the cat's out of the bag But won't show his claws He's just a shabby doll
She said you must be joking Some things are left unspoken You're just a shabby doll He's lying limp and soaking He was openly broken By just a shabby doll
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Post by jarvitronics on Apr 16, 2011 13:15:49 GMT -5
Shabby Doll Giving you more of what for Always worked for me before Now I'm a shabby doll What's going on behind the green elevator door With just a shabby doll
There's a hit man facing A compromising situation With just a shabby doll And a very neat line in character assassination She's just a shabby doll
[Chorus:] She's just a shabby doll She's putting him off and putting you on She's just the shabby doll You're swearing upon you know in your heart She's gone you know in your heart She's just a shabby doll
There's a girl in this dress There's always a girl in distress She's just a shabby doll She's so sure she's self-possessed Then again she's half undressed She's just a shabby doll
The boy that I used to be Showed no sign of sympathy For just a shabby doll I have betrayed you and me And paid for my own bribery With just a shabby doll
[Chorus]
He's the tired toy that everyone enjoyed He wants to be a fancy man but he's nothing but a nancy boy He's all pride and no joy
And being what you might call a whore Always worked for me before Now I'm a shabby doll Untie the gag the cat's out of the bag But won't show his claws He's just a shabby doll
She said you must be joking Some things are left unspoken You're just a shabby doll He's lying limp and soaking He was openly broken By just a shabby doll
Initial impressions: Imperial Impure Eel Behind the green door - porn chambers elevator - shoe lift, pedo fill There's a hit man facing A compromising situation (Sonny Liston) She's so sure she's self-possessed (Diana Dors holding her own hips) He's the tired toy that everyone enjoyed (Little white car) And being what you might call a whore (Mary Magdalene Dietrich) Always worked for me before (Dietrich - master key) If I spent some time actually thinking about this I'm sure there are some more I could come up with. -j
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Post by iameye on Apr 16, 2011 16:31:57 GMT -5
art theft
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Post by iameye on Apr 16, 2011 16:51:37 GMT -5
your'e dragging the lake, right?
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Post by iameye on Apr 16, 2011 17:10:38 GMT -5
This has been discussed here before. Not sure where. I know where
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Post by iameye on Apr 16, 2011 17:42:17 GMT -5
her career is information....have you got yourself an.........
Just how long are you awaiting for Mr Churchill's ear?
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 16, 2011 18:50:42 GMT -5
her career is information....have you got yourself an......... Just how long are you awaiting for Mr Churchill's ear? All it takes is one itchy trigger reLEASE your Anger!
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 17, 2011 13:54:10 GMT -5
All the movies and the papers Feature the murders of lonely women If he isn't in by ten she'll call up her best friend Why doesn't he come home Why does her friends phone keep on ringing Maybe she should just pretendthe long Honeymoon
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Post by iameye on Apr 17, 2011 17:40:02 GMT -5
when they told ME 'bout my side of the bargain, I KNEW THAT I COULD NOT refuse I'm so happy, I could die! ;D and since, you got me punctuated]
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 18, 2011 12:23:57 GMT -5
So this is where he came to hide When he ran from you In a private detective's overcoat And dirty dead man's shoes The pretty things of Knightsbridge Lying for a minister of state Are a far cry from the nod and wink Here at traitor's gate Man out of Time
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Post by B on Apr 18, 2011 14:07:19 GMT -5
So this is where he came to hide When he ran from you In a private detective's overcoat And dirty dead man's shoes The pretty things of Knightsbridge Lying for a minister of state Are a far cry from the nod and wink Here at traitor's gate 'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around [Chorus:] To murder my love is crime But will you still love A man out of time There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire Looking for a fourpenny one With a tight grip on the short hairs Of the public imagination But for his private wife and kids somehow Real life becomes a rumour Days of dutch courage Just three French letters and a German sense of humour He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege [Chorus] The biggest wheels of industry Retire sharp and short And the after dinner overtures Are nothing but an after thought Somebody's creeping in the kitchen There's a reputation to be made Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge Who's up late polishing the blade Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning [Chorus] Elvis Costello - Man Out Of Time (Live)www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYftZ0hd4FQ
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Post by iameye on Apr 18, 2011 14:37:43 GMT -5
There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire Looking for a fourpenny one With a tight grip on the short hairs Of the public imagination ;D blue !
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 20, 2011 19:31:42 GMT -5
Holding your life in your hand With an artificial limp wrist And so a young blade becomes a has-been Looking for a new twist...and In Every Home
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Post by iameye on Apr 20, 2011 21:15:07 GMT -5
Holding your life in your hand With an artificial limp wrist And so a young blade becomes a has-been Looking for a new twist...and In Every HomeEveryone agreed that she looked delightful ok?
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 20, 2011 22:29:00 GMT -5
Holding your life in your hand With an artificial limp wrist And so a young blade becomes a has-been Looking for a new twist...and In Every HomeEveryone agreed that she looked delightful ok? We know who you're with and where you are In the imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
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Post by iameye on Apr 20, 2011 22:58:35 GMT -5
Everyone agreed that she looked delightful ok? We know who you're with and where you are In the imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir This is the reception of whom you know you are with?
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 21, 2011 0:16:25 GMT -5
We know who you're with and where you are In the imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir This is the reception of whom you know you are with? which brings us naturally to Don't get smart or sarcastic He snaps back just like elastic Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics We break wise guys just like matchsticks [Chorus:] What would the loved ones say Your pride and joy is all blown up What would the loved ones say The bride and boy are barely grown up You're not my particular poison I've got nothing against you myself You could have been a danger to the boys and girls Now you're a danger to yourself Oh what would the loved ones say What would the loved ones say Oh what would the loved ones say What would the loved ones say The ugly little scenes run round your bed The ugly little dreams you get the needle and no thread They stitched you up this time They say you'll do They bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you The butcher the baker and the bassline maker Say you can leave her I can take her You live your whole life like a minute or two later One day its going to end sooner than greater What would the loved ones say He'll be remembered young and pretty What would the loved ones say Now he's a hit in every city Now there's a name well never forget There's one born every minute Dont pin a medal on me yet They might be waiting for you [Chorus] PS I love you
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 25, 2011 14:17:46 GMT -5
It's a big responsibility With a face full of mixed ability Big dreams of elegance Singing the leaving of Liverpool And turning into Americans Kid about it
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Post by iameye on May 2, 2011 22:39:38 GMT -5
Out in the fashion show,
down in the bargain bin,
you put your passion out
under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.when you don't really need it
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Post by ipuffin on May 5, 2011 5:21:24 GMT -5
They say no news is good news The little girl wants information Mother just gives her some pills to choose And says go and use your imagination! ( You Little Fool)
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Post by ipuffin on May 5, 2011 11:27:58 GMT -5
Town CrierI'm the town crier And everybody knows I'm a little down With a lifetime to go Maybe you don't believe my heart is in the right place Why don't you take a good look at my face? Other boys use the splendour of their trembling lip They're so teddy bear tender and tragically hip I'm never going to cry again I'm going to be as strong as them They say they'd die for love And then they live it out They'll give you something to cry about And suddenly you really fall to pieces
I'm the town crier And everybody knows I'm a little down With a lifetime to go Maybe you don't believe my heart is in the right place Why don't you take a good look at my face? Other boys use the splendour of their trembling lip They're so teddy bear tender and tragically hip
Love and unhappiness go arm in arm Long suffering friends of your fatal charm Isn't it a pity that you're going to get hurt Just a little boy lost in a big man's shirt
(enter "Run of the Mill" horns)
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Post by ipuffin on May 6, 2011 8:32:41 GMT -5
(see what I mean about youtube? I should be glad the original's here, but this recording was FILMED! *#ing *#ers from *#ville)
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