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    I couldn't find the old lyrics thread.

    Matthew Sweet- Evangeline

    She's on another planet
    She's in my dream
    She's some kind of angel
    If you know what I mean
    Try her on
    She fits like a glove
    Too bad she only thinks about
    The lord above

    Evangeline Evangeline
    I think I love you
    But Evangeline Evangeline
    I want you

    Now if I called you up
    Do you think you
    Could deliver my soul?
    Won't you take a drink
    Little darlin'
    The cup is full

    And every night I bow to pray
    But I'll feel a whole lot better
    Once you're coming my way

    Evangeline Evangeline
    I think I love you
    But Evangeline Evangeline
    I want you

    So come on down

    So tell me how you want it
    Come on, tell me how you want it
    Just tell me how you want it

    Just tell me how you want it
    We won't be seen
    You can tell your father
    It was all a dream
    [try her on she fits like a glove]
    Too bad the only man you trust
    Is god above

    Evangeline Evangeline
    I think I love you
    But Evangeline Evangeline
    I want you

    Now Evangeline Evangeline
    I think I love you
    But Evangeline Evangeline
    I want you

    She's some kind of angel
    If you know what I mean
    Evangeline
    And the truth shall set you free.

    #2
    Cause its Friday,and New Years is on a saturday and the drinking will start in 10 9 8 7 6-

    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna go get messed up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up drink it up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up 'til we drop, oh my ale is dear.

    Well I walked on down to the pub again
    And sank into the oblivion
    When I ran into my old friend Pat
    Who knew just where my head was at
    We made our way to the end of the bar
    And ordered up ourselves a jar
    When someone said it's not quite noon
    I said it's early but, it's not too soon

    It's five o'clock somewhere, it's time for another

    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.

    Well it's what I need today,
    cause I've been working like a slave
    And my head feels like a gun
    And it's all been said and done
    Well I'm caught up in the craze
    Like some beggar on the stray
    There's a lunatic inside
    That keeps me wasted all the time

    To the pubs I will go
    Where I'll drink
    With my brothers and your sisters
    And your mothers and your lovers

    To the pubs we will go
    Where we'll sync with each other
    With your sisters with your brothers
    With you mothers

    It's five o'clock somewhere
    It's time for another
    Days never seem so long
    But the nights were never long enough
    It's five o'clock somewhere so let's have another
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear

    Oh well the night here never ends
    It's always five up in the den
    So I'll hang around and get into your gutter
    We can rant and we can rave 'til they put us in a grave
    Then we'll get up and we'll have ourselves another

    It's five o'clock somewhere, it's time for another
    Days never seem so long, but the night were never long enough
    It's five o'clock somewhere so let's have another

    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna go get messed up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up drink it up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up 'til we drop, oh my ale is dear.

    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna go get messed up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up drink it up, oh my ale is dear.
    Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up 'til we drop, oh my ale is dear.

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      #3
      how come there aren't any good songs about colds?
      An administrator made me remove my signature.

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        #4
        It's the best I could do.....

        on short notice...

        _______________________________
        Poison Ivy

        She's common like a rose
        Everybody knows
        She'll get you to look
        You can look but you'd better not touch
        Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
        Late at night while you're sleeping
        Poison Ivy come a creeping around

        She's pretty as a daisy
        But look out man she's crazy
        She'll really do you in
        If you let her get under your skin

        Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
        Late at night while you're sleeping
        Poison Ivy come a creeping around

        Measles make you bumpy
        Mumps'll make you lumpy
        Chicken Pox'll make you jump and twitch
        Common cold'll fool you
        Whooping cough'll cool you
        Poison Ivy's love'll make you itch

        Gonna need a notion
        Calomine lotion
        You'll be scratching like a hound
        The minute you start to mess around

        Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
        Late at night while you're sleeping
        Poison Ivy come a creeping around

        Measles make you bumpy
        Mumps'll make you lumpy
        Chicken Pox'll make you jump and twitch
        Common cold'll fool you
        Whooping cough'll cool you
        Poison Ivy's love'll make you itch

        Gonna need a notion
        Calomine lotion
        You'll be scratching like a hound
        The minute you start to mess around

        Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
        Late at night while you're sleeping
        Poison Ivy come a creeping around

        Late at night while you're sleeping
        Poison Ivy come a creeping around.

        And the truth shall set you free.

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          #5
          Vicinity Of Obscenity Lyrics
          Artist(Band):System of a Down

          Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!

          Is there a perfect way to holding you baby? (weaaaw)
          Vicinity of Obscenity in your eyes
          Terracotta Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Is there a perfect way to holding you baby? (weaaaw)
          Vicinity of Obscenity in your eyes

          Terracotta Pie Hey!
          Terracotta Pie Hey!
          Terracotta Pie Hey!
          Terracotta Pie!

          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!

          Do we all learn defeat
          from the whores with bad feet
          Beat the meat treat the feet
          to the sweet milky seat

          Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!

          Is there a perfect way to holding you baby? (weaaaw)
          Vicinity of Obscenity in your eyes

          Terracotta Pie Hey!
          Terracotta Pie Hey!
          Terracotta Pie Hey!
          Terracotta Pie!

          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!

          Do we all learn defeat
          from the whores with bad feet
          Beat the meat treat the feet
          to the sweet milky seat

          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracotta Pie!
          Injured:10-16-04
          C7/C8, T1 incomplete;


          For stalkers convenience:
          Blog:
          http://www.ordealsonwheels.com/
          Facebook:
          http://www.facebook.com/#!/coryssanchez
          Progress:
          http://photobucket.com/albums/b290/swooty/
          My drawings:
          http://kanvases.com/sites/corysanchez/home

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            #6
            Nine Inch Nails - The Wretched

            just a reflection
            just a glimpse
            just a little reminder
            of all the what abouts
            and all the might have
            could have beens
            another day
            some other way
            but not another reason to continue
            and now you're one of us
            the wretched

            the hopes and prays
            the better days
            the far aways
            forget it

            it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
            it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?
            it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
            it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?

            now you know
            this is what it feels like
            now you know
            this is what it feels like

            the clouds will part and the sky cracks open
            and god himself will reach his fucking arm through
            just to push you down
            just to hold you down
            stuck in this hole with the shit and the piss
            and it's hard to believe it could come down to this
            back at the beginning
            sinking
            spinning

            and in the end
            we still pretend
            the time we spend
            not knowing when
            you're finally free
            and you could be

            but it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
            it didn't turn out quite the way that you wanted it

            now you know
            this is what it feels like
            now you know
            this is what it feels like

            you can try to stop it but it keeps on coming
            you can try to stop it but
            Last edited by Myc0; 31 Dec 2005, 2:08 AM.
            De Omnibus Dubitandum

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              #7
              Myc0 is your avatar the guy off the TOOL video?
              Injured:10-16-04
              C7/C8, T1 incomplete;


              For stalkers convenience:
              Blog:
              http://www.ordealsonwheels.com/
              Facebook:
              http://www.facebook.com/#!/coryssanchez
              Progress:
              http://photobucket.com/albums/b290/swooty/
              My drawings:
              http://kanvases.com/sites/corysanchez/home

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                #8
                Dirty Nursery Rymes, Two Live Crew

                [Brother Marquis]
                My mama and your mama was talking little shit
                My mama called your mama a bulldagging ass bitch
                I know your sister, and the bitch ain't shit
                She slayed me and all the boys
                And even sucked our dicks
                Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun
                Jack got mad, kicked Jill in the ass
                Cause she couldn't make him cum
                Mama Bear and Papa Bear went for a walk through the forest
                Mama Bear asked Papa Bear could he eat her porridge
                Papa Bear said 'shit bitch, you must think I'm sick
                Just get down here, on your knees
                And suck this badass dick'
                Abraham Lincoln was a good old man
                He hopped out the window with his dick in his hand
                Said 'excuse me lady, I'm doing my duty
                So pull down your pants and give me some booty
                [Fresh Kid Ice]
                There's an old lady who lives in a shoe
                Got a house full of kids don't know what to do
                She sucked and fucked all the niggas around
                When it's time to pay rent couldn't none be found
                Little miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
                With her legs gapped open wide
                Up came a spider, looked up inside her
                And said 'that pussy's wide'
                Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
                Fucking this cutie pie
                Stuck in his thumb, made the bitch cum
                Said 'hell of a nigga am I'
                Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall
                Cause a hoe on the ave. was sucking his balls
                All the king's horses and all the king's men
                Couldn't put that fat motherfucker back together again
                [Luke]
                Hey wait, I got one, did this, I got one, check this out
                The two dudes, dig this, the two dudes
                Two dudes dressed like nuns, right
                [Brother Marquis]
                Little Red Riding Hood was on her way
                To grandmother's house
                But before she got there she met this man
                That turned her hot ass out
                [Fresh Kid Ice]
                Rupunzle, Rupunzle let down your hair
                The dog's on my ass and getting near
                The hair came loose and fell in a lake
                Bitch check the weave that's in that lake
                [Luke]
                Bitch, get that weave out!
                You dirty bitch, get that weave out!
                Mix say, bitch get that weave out...
                (Hey! You ruined my record, man, I just bought it!) - Cheech and
                Chong
                Word to your mother

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                  #9
                  Originally posted by mr_coffee
                  Myc0 is your avatar the guy off the TOOL video?
                  Kinda, it's part of a painting by Alex Grey, the brilliant artist who did the cgi animation spiritual/anatomical guy in Tool's Parabola video, and did the artwork for the Lateralus album.
                  De Omnibus Dubitandum

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                    #10
                    Bloodhound Gang

                    I Hope You Die

                    ...You must die I alone am best!
                    I hope ya flip some guy the bird,
                    He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,
                    In front of the Beatles' tour bus,
                    A Bookmobile and a Mack truck,
                    Hauling hazardous biological waste,
                    The light turns red you have no brakes,
                    And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape,
                    So you can see the look on your face,
                    ...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
                    ...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
                    I hope your Pinto begins to spin,
                    Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran,
                    Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner,
                    And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner,
                    Perhaps even the British Royal Family,
                    And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy,
                    And we can't forget the newlyweds,
                    And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead,
                    I hope this helps to emphasize,
                    I hope this helps to clarify,
                    I hope you die,
                    I hope your cellmate thinks he's God,
                    But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob",
                    Serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
                    Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse,
                    While he masturbates to photos of livestock,
                    He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock,
                    Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance",
                    And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince,
                    ...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
                    ...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
                    I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson,
                    And forces you to play a game called Balls On Chin,
                    And whatever happens next is all a blur,
                    But you remember "fist" can be a verb,
                    And when you finally regain consciousness,
                    You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress,
                    And the prison guard looks the other way,
                    'Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day,
                    I hope this helps to emphasize,
                    I hope this helps to clarify,
                    I hope you die,
                    ...I hope you die!.
                    Death and taxes

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                      #11
                      cspine, I had the ballad of chasey lane stuck in my head for 3 weeks...
                      An administrator made me remove my signature.

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                        #12
                        story of my life....

                        "Swing Life Away"--Rise Against

                        Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
                        Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
                        Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

                        I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
                        Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
                        Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

                        We live on front porches and swing life away,
                        We get by just fine here on minimum wage
                        If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
                        I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

                        I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
                        The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
                        Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

                        I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
                        But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
                        We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

                        We live on front porches and swing life away,
                        We get by just fine here on minimum wage
                        If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
                        I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

                        until you hold my hand

                        I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
                        Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
                        Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

                        We live on front porches and swing life away,
                        We get by just fine here on minimum wage
                        If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
                        I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

                        Swing life away [x4]

                        If there is light
                        it will find
                        you

                        --Charles Bukowski

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                          #13
                          Well I'm not an STP fan, but listened to them some when I was a more undiscerning teen. I haven't even heard them in a long time, but for some reason this part keeps going through my head.

                          Well, I'm half the man I used to me
                          This I feel as the dawn
                          It fades to gray
                          Well, I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be


                          Ugh, I must be feelin' uninspired,
                          think I'll start a fire
                          De Omnibus Dubitandum

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                            #14
                            Editors............Blood

                            This wicked city just drags you down You're with the red lights, your side of town Don't say it's easy to follow a process There's nothing harder than keeping a promise Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends Blood runs through our veins Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends Blood runs through our veins There's nothing believable in being honest So cover your lies up with another promise Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends Blood runs through our veins Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends Blood runs through our veins Ooohhhhhhh Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends Blood runs through our veins If there's hope in your heart Did I see it from the start If there's hope in your heart.
                            C5/6 incomplete

                            "I assume you all have guns and crack....."

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                              #15
                              Not for myself but for a friend who's recently passed away....so very fitting

                              Sarah McLachlan-Angel


                              Spend all your time waiting For that second chance
                              For a break that would make it okay
                              There’s always some reason
                              To feel not good enough
                              And it’s hard at the end of the day
                              I need some distraction
                              Oh beautiful release
                              Memory seeps from my veins
                              Let me be empty
                              And weightless and maybe
                              I’ll find some peace tonight

                              In the arms of an angel
                              Fly away from here
                              From this dark cold hotel room
                              And the endlessness that you fear
                              You are pulled from the wreckage
                              Of your silent reverie
                              You’re in the arms of the angel
                              May you find some comfort there

                              So tired of the straight line
                              And everywhere you turn
                              There’s vultures and thieves at your back
                              And the storm keeps on twisting
                              You keep on building the lie
                              That you make up for all that you lack
                              It don’t make no difference
                              Escaping one last time
                              It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
                              This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

                              In the arms of an angel
                              Fly away from here
                              From this dark cold hotel room
                              And the endlessness that you fear
                              You are pulled from the wreckage
                              Of your silent reverie
                              You’re in the arms of the angel
                              May you find some comfort there
                              You’re in the arms of the angel
                              May you find some comfort here
                              'Chelle
                              L-1 inc 11/24/03

                              "My Give-a-Damn's Busted"......

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