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Indeed. Was that humor?

Ok, im quite confused now, was that aimed at me? :wub:

 

Generally, a rolleyes smiley is used to signify that you think the comment to which you are responding is stupid or moronic (and usually implies you think the same of the person making the comment).

 

So, I'd suppose that Draakh didn't understand why you appeared to be regarding his question about an english word for a song that precedes a strong drink as a stupid comment (hence ":wub:"), Mus? was also confused by it, and wondered if you were trying to be funny (hence "Indeed. Was that humor?").

 

Of course, I could be way off base here, but that's certainly how this mutually confusing conversation came across to me.

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Pearl Jam - State of Love and Trust

 

Oh ...

State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext

Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh

And the signs are passin`, grip the wheel, can`t read it

Sacrifice receiving the smell that`s on my hands ... hands, yeah

And I listen for the voice inside my head

Nothin`, I`ll do this one myself

 

Lay her down as priest does, Should the lord be accountin`

Will be in my honour, make it pain, painfully quick, uh huh

Promises are whispered in the age of darkness

Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end ... end, yeah

And the barrel shakes aimed a-directly at my head

Oh, help me, help me from myself

And I listen yeah, from both sides of the bed

Nothin`, I`ll do this one myself

Oh oh ohMyself ... myself

 

Yeah, yeah ...

 

Hey, na-na-na-na, hey that`s something

Hey, na-na-na-na, hey that`s something

Hey, na-na-na-na, hey that`s something

Wanna back, back it away, yeah

And I listen, yeah, for the voice inside my head

Nothin`, I`ll do this one myself

Oh, ah, and the barrel waits, trigger shakes

Aimed right at my head, won`t you help me

Help me from myself

Eh Oh Eh Oh Ehh (x2)

 

Hmm ... state of love and trust, and a ...

State of love and trust, and a ...

State of love and trust, and a ...

State of love and ... yeah yeah

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Jeremy -- Pearl Jam

 

At home

Drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

Dead lay in pools of maroon below

Daddy didn't give attention

To the fact that mommy didn't care

King Jeremy the wicked

Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today

Jeremy spoke in class today

Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little ****

But we unleashed a lion

Gnashed his teeth

And bit the recessed lady's breast

How could i forget

He hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurtin

Dropped wide open

Just like the day

Like the day i heard

Daddy didn't give affection

And the boy was something mommy wouldn't wear

King jeremy the wicked

Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today

Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this...

Try to erase this...

From the blackboard.

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...And, because Jeremy is too depressing for me, I'll relate a song that brings good memories of happy days with my wife.

 

Lady in Red -- Chris DeBurgh

 

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright, hm hm hm

I've never seen so many men

ask you if you wanted to dance

They're looking for a little romance

Given half a chance

And I have never seen that dress you're wearing

Or the highlights in your hair

That catch your eyes

I have been blind

 

The lady in red is dancing with me

Cheek to cheek

There's nobody here

It's just you and me

It's where I wanna be

But I hardly know this beauty by my side

I'll never forget the way you look tonight

 

I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing

I've never seen so many people

want to be there by your side

And when you turned to me and smiled

it took my breath away

And I have never had such a feeling such a feeling

Of complete and utter love, as I do tonight

 

The lady in red is dancing with me

Cheek to cheek

There's nobody here

It's just you and me

It's where I wanna be

But I hardly know this beauty by my side

I'll never forget the way you look tonight

 

I never will forget the way you look tonight

The lady in red

The lady in red

The lady in red

My Lady in red

I love you...

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I think Eddie Vedder is one of the best/most important lyricists of our generation.

 

Here are two songs to compare and contrast.

 

i admit it...what's to say

i'll relive it...without pain

backstreet lover on the side

of the road

i got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode

i got a .16 gauge buried

under my clothes...i play.

once upon a time i could control myself

once upon a time i could lose myself

oh try and mimic..what's insane

i am in it...where do i stand?

indian summer i hate the heat

i got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat

i got my hand in my pocket

so determined

discreet...i pray.

once upon a time i could control myself

once upon a time i could lose myself

once upon a time i could love myself

once upon a time i could love myself

once

once

once

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off

I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on

I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on

The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top

I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the grounds

For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

 

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me

I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me

I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good

I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood

 

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun

I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on

I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on

I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down

 

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up

I wish...

I wish...

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Leftfield - Open Up

 

Burn, burn (x2)

 

Burn, burn, burn...

 

Open up

Now open up

 

You lied, you faked

You cheated, you changed the stakes

Magnet toss that pie in the sky

Unrehearsed, let the bubbles burst

All in all, a three ring circus of unity

With parody, tragedy or comedy

Probably publicity

 

Open up, make room for me

Now open up, make room for me

 

Lose myself inside your schemes

Go for the money, honey

Not the screen

Be a movie star, blah blah blah

Go the whole hog

Be bigger than God

 

Burn Hollywood burn, taking down Tinseltown

Burn Hollywood burn, burn down into the ground

Burn Hollywood burn, burn Hollywood burn

Take down Tinseltown, burn down to the ground

 

Down, into the ground

 

Burn, burn, burn

Burn...

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this one is awesome

 

Sneaker Pimps - Half Life

 

Half life wastes before it goes

It's funny how your bee sting touch never leaves me whole

It's not enough to stay here almost trying

You keep your last laugh watch this dying

It's just your half time vertigo

And if you want an answer I don't know

 

If you had completed me

Don't think I'd be pleased with you

Don't think I'd compete with you

With half of me to take

 

Half life, nothing I'd call home

It's lucky how these phantom limb bee stings never show

It's not enough to leave this falling kindly

You burn my star down twice as brightly

It's just your half light undertow

But if you need forgiveness I don't know

 

Half light breaks with nothing wrong

Just a corner of my bed where you don't belong

It's kind of you to notice no-one's dying

You choked your last laugh almost crying

It's just your half life long to know

And if you need a reason so it goes

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Bike- Pink Floyd

 

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.

It's got a basket, a bell that rings and

Things to make it look good.

I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.

There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.

I've had it for months.

If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.

I don't know why. I call him Gerald.

He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.

Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.

Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I know a room of musical tunes.

Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.

Let's go into the other room and make them work.

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...And, because Jeremy is too depressing for me, I'll relate a song that brings good memories of happy days with my wife.

 

Lady in Red -- Chris DeBurgh

 

I hate that song! Not because it's not good, but because it gets stuck in my head in a most annoying way! I can never get it out!

 

Anyway, here's my latest entry I used to be part indie, but then Modest Mouse sold out! I love this song because it's just so damn WEIRD. That trumpet

 

Modest Mouse - This Devil's Workday Lyrics

 

All those people that you know...

All those people that you know...

All those people that you know,

Floatin' in the river are logs.

 

I could buy myself a reason.

I could sell myself a job.

I could hang myself on treason.

All the folks I know are gone.

 

All the people that you know...

All the people that you know...

All the people that you know,

Floatin' in the river are logs.

 

So I ate the wedding cake

'Til the whole damn thing was gone.

And I'm gonna drown the ocean.

Now ain't none o' that so wrong?

 

All the people that you know...

All those people that you know...

All those people that you know,

Floatin' in the river are gone!

 

Gonna take this sack of puppies,

Gonna set it out to freeze.

Gonna climb around on all fours

'Til all the blood falls out my knees.

 

All the people that you know...

All the people that you know...

All those people that you know,

Floatin' in the river are logs.

 

Well, let's take this potted plant

to the woods and set it free!

I'm gonna tell the owners

Just how nice that was of me!

 

I could buy myself a reason!

I could sell myself a job!

I could hang myself on treason!

Oh, I am my own damn god!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

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Sting - Russians

 

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria

Conditioned to respond to all the threats

In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets

Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you

I don't subscribe to this point of view

It would be such an ignorant thing to do

If the Russains love their children too

 

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy

There is no monopoly of common sense

On either side of the political fence

We share the same biology

Regardless of ideology

Believe me when I say to you

I hope the Russians love their children too

 

There is no historical precedent

To put words in the mouth of the president

There's no such thing as a winnable war

It's a lie we don't believe anymore

Mr. Reagan says we will protect you

I don't subscribe to this point of view

Believe me when I say to you

I hope the Russians love their children too

 

We share the same biology

Regardless of ideology

What might save us me and you

Is that the Russians love their children too

 

Apropos, the woman despises this particular song.

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Russians is a great song, even as it's Sting.

kirottu said:
I was raised by polar bears. I had to fight against blood thirsty wolves and rabid penguins to get my food. Those who were too weak to survive were sent to Sweden.

 

It has made me the man I am today. A man who craves furry hentai.

So let us go and embrace the rustling smells of unseen worlds

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Sting is gayer than a pile of men having sex.

 

This isn't,however:

 

Nile-Wrought

 

Nanna Father of the Zonei

Eldest of the Wanderers

A Shadow out of Time

The Moon is calling Me

The Breath of the Old Ones

Whispers in my Ear

With inhuman Impatience

They Beckon to Me

 

I call to the Moon and Sin

I now possess the secrets of the Tides of Blood

 

I have traveled on the Spheres

And the spheres do not protect Me

I have Walked in the Pit

And the Pit does not protect Me

 

The Lords of the Wind rush about Me

The Lords of the Earth crawl about my Feet

And are Angered

A Wind has Risen The Dark Waters Stir

 

The lines of my life have been Obliterated

By my wanderings in the Waste

My fate is no longer Writ in the Stars

For I have broken the Covenant

 

Have the Gods forsaken Me

I cannot read the Omens

What sacrifice have I failed to Make

I call to the Gods

Do not cast thy servant Down

 

Wrought What have I Done

master of my domain

 

Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

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I don't. I just don't like that guy.

kirottu said:
I was raised by polar bears. I had to fight against blood thirsty wolves and rabid penguins to get my food. Those who were too weak to survive were sent to Sweden.

 

It has made me the man I am today. A man who craves furry hentai.

So let us go and embrace the rustling smells of unseen worlds

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I like both Sting and Russians. It's especially meaningful right now because the enemy we face today is increasingly willing to sacrifice his children in order to destroy others. The Modest Mouse song isn't exactly an uplifting weekend read, is it? :D Keep all the lyrics coming.

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I don't. I just don't like that guy.

Sting or WinterSun? :sorcerer:

 

Im guessing Sting?

Both, dear petay. Both.

kirottu said:
I was raised by polar bears. I had to fight against blood thirsty wolves and rabid penguins to get my food. Those who were too weak to survive were sent to Sweden.

 

It has made me the man I am today. A man who craves furry hentai.

So let us go and embrace the rustling smells of unseen worlds

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The Modest Mouse song isn't exactly an uplifting weekend read, is it?  :D  Keep all the lyrics coming.

 

No, not exaclty, but here's one of theirs that is(incidentally, it also seems to be more popular than most of their work, causing all the indie kids to go 'larghalb they sold out I hate them now because people like my old favourite band so I shat my pants!'

 

Modest Mouse - Float On

 

I backed my car into a cop car the other day!

Well, he just drove off. Sometimes life's okay.

I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what can I say?

Well, you just laughed it off, it was all okay!

 

And we'll all float on okay!

And we'll all float on okay!

And we'll all float on okay!

And we'll all float on anyways,

 

Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam!

It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand.

Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands,

Good news will work its way to all them plans.

We both got fired on the exactly the same day,

Well, we'll float on good news is on the way!

 

And we'll all float on okay!

And we'll all float on okay!

And we'll all float on okay!

And we'll all float on, alright

Already, we'll all float on!

Now, don't worry, we'll all float on

Alright, already we'll all float on!

Alright don't worry we'll all float on!

 

And we'll all float on, alright

Already, we'll all float on!

Alright, don't worry even if things end up a bit to heavy,

we'll all float on alright!

Already, we'll all float on!

Alright already we'll all float on

Okay! Don't worry we'll all float on!

Even if things get heavy we'll all float on!

Alright already, we'll all float on...

Don't you worry, we'll all float on...

All float on...

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Float On is on that compilation of kid's songs with kids singing them. Too bad the song is pretty morbid and screwed up.

 

I offer up the good stanza from Plush:

 

And I feel, so much depends on the weather

So is it raining in your bedroom?

And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray

Would you even care?

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Windmills of your Mind - Noel Harrison

 

Round,

Like a circle in a spiral,

Like a wheel within a wheel,

Never ending or beginning,

On an ever-spinning reel,

Like a snowball down a mountain,

Or a carnival balloon,

Like a carousel that's turning,

Running rings around the moon,

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping,

Past the minutes on its face,

And the world is like an apple,

Spinning silently in space,

Like the circles that you find,

In the windmills of your mind!

 

Like a tunnel that you follow,

To a tunnel of its own,

Down a hollow to a cavern,

Where the sun has never shone,

Like a door that keeps revolving,

In a half-forgotten dream,

Like the ripples from a pebble,

Someone tosses in a stream,

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping,

Past the minutes on its face,

And the world is like an apple,

Spinning silently in space,

Like the circles that you find,

In the windmills of your mind!

 

Keys that jingle in your pocket,

Words that jangle in your head,

Why did summer go so quickly?

Was it something that I said?

Lovers walk along a shore,

And leave their footprints in the sand,

Was the sound of distant drumming,

Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway,

or the fragment of a song,

half-remembered names and faces,

but to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over,

Were you suddenly aware,

That the autumn leaves were turning,

To the color of her hair?

 

Like a circle in a spiral,

Like a wheel within a wheel,

Never ending or beginning,

On an ever-spinning reel,

As the images unwind,

Like the circles that you find,

In the windmills of your mind !

Hawk! Eggplant! AWAKEN!

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So do I, Phantom. I tend to sing to my wife a lot and I make lyrics up on the spot. Of course, some are better than others. heh heh.

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A sort of Homecoming -- U2

 

And you know it's time to go

Through the sleet and driving snow

Across the fields of mourning

Light in the distance

 

And you hunger for the time

Time to heal, desire, time

And your earth moves beneath

Your own dream landscape

 

Oh, oh, oh...

On borderland we run...

 

I'll be there

I'll be there...

Tonight

 

A high road

A high road out from here

 

 

 

The city walls are all pulled down

The dust, a smoke screen all around

See faces ploughed like fields that once

Gave no resistance

 

 

 

And we live by the side of the road

On the side of a hill

As the valley explode

Dislocated, suffocated

The land grows weary of its own

 

 

 

Oh, oh, oh...on borderland we run...

And still we run

We run and don't look back

 

I'll be there

I'll be there

 

Tonight

Tonight

 

 

 

I'll be there tonight...I believe

I'll be there...somehow

I'll be there...tonight

Tonight

 

 

 

The wind will crack in winter time

This bomb-blast lightning waltz

No spoken words, just a scream...

 

 

 

Tonight we'll build a bridge

Across the sea and land

See the sky, the burning rain

She will die and live again

Tonight

 

And your heart beats so slow

Through the rain and fallen snow

Across the fields of mourning

Light's in the distance

 

Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep

For tonight, at last

I am coming home

I am coming home

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