[jasonN]

"Run to the water,
and find me there,
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness,
of these streets below the moon...

With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
rest easy baby, rest easy
and recognize it all as light and rainbows
smashed to smithereens and be happy,
run to the water and find me there...."

'Run to the Water' by Live

[LeChuck]

*2 Poems about Timbuktu*

(1) By Yale graduate:
"Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked a lonely caravan;
Men on camels, two by two
Destination--Timbuktu."

(2) By a Redneck from Wyoming:
"Me and Tim a huntin went,
met three whores in a pop up tent.
They was three, and we was two,
So I bucked one, and Tim buktu."

[imdaking]

"I want it all
money
fast cars
diamond rings
gold chains
champagne
each and every damn thing
I want it all
houses
exspenses
my own buisness
truck keys
and a couple a benz's
I want it all
brand new sox and draws and i'm ballin every time i stop and talk to ya'll i want it all all all all i want it all all all..."

Warren G

[Muzman]

I must thank Singing Dancing Moose for the following

Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I could go a hundred miles and hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there with my fuzzy dice
{Refrain - repeat between every verse}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far


I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

I don't care what they say, I'm gonna
Keep on prayin' to that pink madonna
Melted to the dashboard of my car.
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

{Refrain}

No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar

{Refrain}

Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par

When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar

God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car
Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan

Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van
His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van

When I'm goin' fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van

If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

[jasonN]

POST YOUR FAV LYRICS/WRITINGS HERE!!!!!

"The way you're bathed in light,
reminds me of that night,
God laid me down into your rose garden of trust,
and I was swept away
with nothin' left to say
some helpless fool
yeah I was lost in a swoon of peace
you're all I need to find
so when the time is right
come to me sweetly,
come to me
come to me..............."

- 'Dolphins Cry' by Live

"I alone love you,
I alone tempt you,
I alone love you,
FEAR IS NOT THE END OF THIS!"

- 'I alone' by Live

[Count Zero]

Posted this once b4, but here goes again:

"This is your life, good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this... This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. Where you are now, you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can we be resurrected, it's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. This is your life. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake! You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else! We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear, you are not the contents of your wallet, you are not your bowel cancer, you are not your caf� lat�, you are not the car you drive, you are not your fucking khakis! You have to give up. You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die. Until you know that, you are useless. I say, let me never be complete. I say, may I never be content. I say, deliver me from swedish furniture! I say, deliver me from clever art! I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth! I say, you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may. This is your life. This is your life, doesn't get any better than this. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You have to give up. You have to give up."
The Dust Brothers - This Is Your Life
(edited by your's truly)




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[Affected]

Edited: Forgive me, this was a bad idea. Truly.

Right, I sort of had an awakening regarding the music of Ismo Alanko.(you non-finns don't know anything about him, or at least I really don't think so) I've always liked his music, but this weekend it somehow really hit me hard. So here's a song, I've translated the lyrics of course.

Born young:

debauched disturbed
loony loony loony
as little boys put it
clearly

some kind of cold
teach teach teacher
because of whose example we clean our glasses

a slender teenage moustache split the wind in the night
the devil counts his children
on the hills of his misery

Lost looks
the ball ball ballfish

I am listened to
I must have escaped from so me facility
or this is some great scam

I am listened to
I'll never open up to anyone again
if it leads to such a deep longing
fuck, let's live

while we still have time

Hey we're living
while we still have time

Well fuck, let's live
while we still have time

hey hey hey hey

like a forced landing a sincere young face
slaps against the table, blissful is the air force

Three youngish relatively fresh-looking hearts
thump onto my plate at lunch

I have [them] with salt and pepper
and ask the waiter to bring me a little garlic

The devil will soon really break loose
I'll have to ask him to leave or to surrender.

I am listened to

Three times I've asked the nurse
that awyay are the scissors are from the oppressor

I am listened to

I am safe, surrounded by technology
[my] brain is shackled by seatbelts
fuck, let's live


while we still have time

Hey we're living
while we still have time

Well fuck, let's live
while we still have time

hey hey hey hey

If I was say
some some some singer
or a poet or just the artist

I'd write up some
beautiful poem
with which I'd melt even the worst
salt statues

But because I'm Ari Ari Ari-Pekka Nikkola
then to the rhythm of the message of the evening wind
to the sunset

I glide like a gull
free free free
I am to leave
but I stay because I long
to the longing

I am listened to
I'm proud but paranoid
is someone listening to me when I spy

I am listened to
the roofs have ears and the floors
and the shadows nailed to the walls

Well, fuck, let's live
while we still have time

Hey we're living
while we still have time

Well fuck, let's live
while we still have time

hey hey hey hey

If something doesn't make sense, it may be because this is a pretty direct translation, so it must have lost something in the process, but it may just be because the lyrics are odd.

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Knowledge is belief and belief is knowledge
http://affected.xs.mw

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[Stolln]

Conceived in a hell beyond your depth of perception
Chaotic case of conquering domination
Psychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonment
A bludgeoning force that's undermining the government

Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure

Break of the Edgecrusher...

The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terrorist
From flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to exist
A rival of justice, extreme rush of hatred
Survival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred

Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure

Break of the Edgecrusher...

"Edgecrusher" - Fear Factory

Falling victim from neglect
Designed thoughts and intellect
Forgotten and displaced
The crux of my dismay

I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

Deeper into this abyss
Weighted down and sinking fast
Life did not offer me
More than false destiny

I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

I am nothing
I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing...

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

"Descent" - Fear Factory

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From flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to exist.

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[DrBof]

Thru eyes of database we see,
for the faceless r we,
living dark and dank,
for the wheals of the world we crank,

on the spot by me (Phill Tew)

[Jess]

That's nice DrBof Jason, I love Live, especially Dolphins Cry.... Here's my contribution.......

Fake Plastic Trees
Radiohead

her green plastic wateringcan
for her fake chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth,
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber
plans to get rid of itself, it wears her out.
she lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles and burns.

He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins and it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love.

but i can't help the feeling.
i could blow through the ceiling.
if i just turn and run.
and it wears me out.

if i could be who you wanted all the time..

[LeChuck]

I'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow
'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know, she's my best friend, she's a sparrow
And I'll never never know what you never never never want to know when you know what you are, O.

If I had a pair of eyes on the back of my head for each time
You forgot to take out all the things you forgot to talk about when you took a bite out of my spine,
I would have a lot of eyes on me by this time wouldn't I? Wouldn't that just be fine.

Too late or soon to make noise about* love and there's no time for sorrow
Run around in the rain with a hole in the brain till tomorrow

I'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow
'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know, she's my best friend, she's a sparrow
And I'll never never know what you never never never want to know when you know what you are, O.

[DrBof]

love radiohead...they live near me...around here someplace

[Jess]

I know, they live in England somewhere I think. Did you know that they do thier own web page, they don't pay someone else to do it like most hollow bands do. It's a very interesting site. http://www.radiohead.co.uk/ (I'm pretty sure that's the url)

[DrBof]

yep they live in Oxford (somplace?)

the site's fairly groovie aint it