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[House of Mustard]

Can you hear what I'm saying?  Can you see the parts that I'm playing?  Holy man, rocker man, come on queenie.  Joker man, spider man, blue-eyed meanie.

[Mr_Pleasington]

I'm 99 for a moment

Dying for just another moment
             
And I'm just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are

15… there's still time for you

22… I feel her too

33… you’re on your way

Every Day's a new Day

[Fellfrosch]

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping.
While my guitar gently weeps.

(did I do this one already?)

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

don't know, but on a similar but unrelated note:

I was listening to mp3s last night. I have every Beatles song ever on mp3, so it's rarely surprising when they come up frequently on my playlist. i heard "Glass Onion" and then "Flying" (off Magical Mystery Tour). When Strawberry Fields started, I found it remarkable that three in a row came up, but then was disturbed because the vocals sounded weird. it was only about 2 minutes into the song when I realized I was listening to a cover by Peter Gabriel.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

It's a tune I stole from a bathroom wall
and it's the words I hear the birds sing.

[Fellfrosch]

At
my tiny flat
there's just my cat
a bed and a chair

still,
I'll stick it 'til
I'm on a bill
all over Times Square

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Suggestion Diabolique
This angel always the brightest,
Oh surely will fall out of the nest,
Conscious of the falsification
And the harnessing of our reality.

There'll be no return,
No rapprochement, (coming together)
No conciliation,
Wisdom without art.

Constantly evil thing, curious,
Somber, obscure, dark, and luminous,
Vitriolic, stringent, prophetic.

He penetrated
The wheels of modern society
That hated so so much,
Hated with all his strength.
The angel would never submit
For his eyes were wide open and lit.
We brought oil where there was a fire
In this way were bound to the devil.

There'll be no return,
No rapprochement,
No conciliation,
Wisdom without art.

The tumbler stayed standing up,
All of his life he flinched not,
The tumbler stayed standing up.

Surpassing all the art,
Surpassing cinema,
Surpassing life itself.

[fuzzyoctopus]

(since I'm playing the part of grumpy grammar police today...)

She was underwhelmed, if that's a word
I know it's not, 'cause I looked it up
That's one of those skills that I learned in my school

I was overwhelmed, and I'm sure of that one
'cause I learned it back in grade school
When I was young

She said, "You is funny"
I said, "You are funny"
She said, "Thank you"
and I said, "Nevermind"
She rolled her eyes
Her beautiful eyes

The point is not the grammar
It's the feeling
That is certainly in my heart
But not in hers

We were talkin' about people that eat meat
I felt like an ass 'cause I was one
She said, "It's okay," but I felt like
I just ate my young

She is obviously a person with a cause
I told her that I don't smoke or drink
She told me to loosen up on her way to the L.C.

She skips her classes and gets good grades
I go to my courses rain or shine
She's passin' her classes while I attend mine

She wrote out a story about her life
I think it included something about me
I'm not sure of that but I'm sure of one thing
Her spelling's atrocious

She told me to read between the lines
And tell her exactly what I got out of it
I told her affection had two F's
Especially when you're dealing with me

I usually notice all the little things
One time I was proud of it, she says it's annoying
She cursed me up and down and rolled her R's, her beautiful R's

She says I'm caught up in triviality
All I really wanna know is what she thinks of me
I think my love for her makes me miss the point

[Fellfrosch]

I dreamed that world was crumbling down,
We sat on my back porch and watched it.
In my head I heard a sound
Like strangers dancing,
and oh, how I want you to know me.
Oh, how I want you to know me.
Oh, how I wish I was somebody else.

[House of Mustard]

Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best.
Sing your Sacred Harp, you be holier than the rest.
Fill up the room with a grand and a thunderous song,
Let it rattle out the windows, let it spill out on the lawn.
As you shout, shout your praises to the man who kissed the Lord,
To the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of this world
Your Judas!

[House of Mustard]

I can get a job,
I can pay the phone bills,
I can cut the lawn,
Cut my hair,
Cut out my cholesterol,
I can work overtime,
I can work in a mine,
I can do it all for you,
But I don't want to.

[Mistress of Darkness]

Who sings that song, fuzzy? I want to pave my path to hell with (a.k.a. download) it.

[fuzzyoctopus]

It's by Sloan, and it's called Underwhelmed

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

Flip a coin. What shall we talk about?
Heads I tell the truth
and tails, I lie.

[Sminja]

1)When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you's scream, I'd fight away all of your fears...

2) Baby, baby, baby, when all of your love is gone,
who will save me, from all I'm up against
out in this world