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« Reply #570 on: February 16, 2010, 11:05:19 PM »
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #571 on: February 18, 2010, 07:25:01 PM »
Oh, here it comes
That funny feeling again, winding me up inside
Every time we touch
Hey, I don’t know
Oh, tell me where to begin 'cause I never ever
Felt so much

No, I can’t recall any love at all
Baby, this blows ‘em all away

It’s got what it takes
So tell me, why can’t this be love?
Straight from my heart
Oh, tell me, why can’t this be love?

I tell myself
Hey, only fools rush in, and only time will tell
If we stand the test of time
All I know
You’ve got to run to win, and I’ll be [darn]ed if
I’ll get hung up on the time

No, I can’t recall any love at all
Baby, this blows ‘em all away

It’s got what it takes
So tell me, why can’t this be love?
Straight from my heart
Oh, tell me, why can’t this be love?

It’s got what it takes
So tell me, why can’t this be love?
Straight from my heart
Oh, tell me, why can’t this be love?

Tell me, why can’t this be love
Baby, why can’t this be love
Got to know, why can’t this be love
I wanna know, why can’t this be love


Question of my life.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #572 on: February 18, 2010, 08:10:02 PM »
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one


I'm currently doing a philosophical analysis project on John Lennon. My basic conclusion is that he was a hypocritical dick, but a great musician nonetheless.
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #573 on: February 18, 2010, 11:51:58 PM »
Ummmm, hello! I was wondering: how goth is my frock?
I got a thing for horror movies and mope rock
but I can’t shock my hair up (I ran out of stock)
And just like that, Frontalot ran out of talk
It was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me:
Out of rhymes when they usually come indefatigably
But me here talk good? No, bad talk do!
Like my tongue got encrypted right before I lost root
Like my small talk got box-rox0red on a prior boot
It’s moot; she only dates guys in chokes and Docs
Not brutes lacking eyeliner like I lack
But look, I’ll put a little on, plus lip shellac
just to stand next to that and dream about love
Of necessity, that has always had to be enough
‘Cause I can’t talk to goth girls. I just stare and stammer:
My name is MC Frimmer Frammer
And [darn] her if she giggles, [darn] her double if she laughs
Goth girls like it when you double-[darn] it twice fast

Goth girls, goth girls: They’re the girls that go
To see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked-out flow
At the show you can see the black lace on parade.
I met a hundred dozen of ‘em but I ain’t got laid

Got shunned by her at the Rocky Horror premiere
She steered clear of the nerd crowd but I heard loud in my ear
The disdain that she held for my type:
“Always geeking on the computron.” I get hype
On the stage! She might notice me then and observe
That I’m “ironically hip in some flip universe”
And her purse in patent leather held in fishnet glove
Could then contain mp3 player with the Front filled up
Her name is Nyteshaed, yo don’t call her cherry tomato
She looks like Paisley Tinkle but poisonous like Topato
She says her hair got attacked ‘cause it’s black and it’s blue
She’s got a Johnny the Homicidal Maniac tattoo
Legs all deep in the boots, boots all up on the heels—
Yes, the kind to make a certain type of fetishist squeal
The ordeal I endure: this close to her splendor
Yet besieged by my shyness; try this: I surrender!
I’ll render my intentions in the usual way
(home alone, suicide girls up on the cathode ray)

IRL, my woman tells me that I shouldn’t be coveting
I tell her “yo, you better get in a coven then”
It’s like eek, I get to sleep on the couch for a week
All watching old Elvira videos on TV
Yeah, hee hee hee, laugh it up. You don’t live like I do:
At the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye goo.
I tried to get into some cheerleaders and failed
(Banana Repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stale)
I avail myself of the local cafe, light a clove up,
Thumb through Camus (in French, which I can’t read, but so what)
I think that goth could flower in nerdcore’s embrace
I converted Edward Gorey’s lettering into a typeface,
Befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace
Even put that spooky echo filter on the bass
But I can’t talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer:
My name is MC Frimmer Frammer
And [darn] her if she giggles, [darn] her double if she laughs
Goth girls like it when you double-[darn] it twice fast

Goth girls, goth girls: they’re the girls that got
Their souls stuck somewhere between the kettle and pot
Frontalot been enamored of them since I was young
I met a hundred dozen of ‘em, never ever humped one.


MC Frontalot: Awesome lyrics, ear/soul-rapingly-bad rapping.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #574 on: February 19, 2010, 01:42:07 AM »
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner,
But he knew it couldn't last.
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona,
For some California grass.

Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jojo!

(Go home!)

Get back, get back,
Back to where you once belonged.
Get back, get back,
Back to where you once belonged.
(Get back Jo!)

Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman,
But she was another man.
All the girls around her said she's got it coming,
But she gets it while she can.

Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Loretta!

(Go home!)
Loretta! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged.

(Get back, Loretta.
Your mother's waiting for you,
Wearing a high-heel shoes,
And a low-neck sweater.
Get back home, Loretta.)

Get back, get back,
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back, get back, get back...
If my son could decimate Lego cities with his genitals, I'd be [darn] proud.

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #575 on: February 19, 2010, 08:05:58 AM »
She’s going out to forget they were together
All that time he was taking her for granted
She wants to see if there’s more
Than he gave she’s looking for

He calls her up
He’s trippin' on the phone now
He doesn’t want her out there
And alone now
He knows she’s movin it
Knows she’s using it
Now he’s losing it
She don’t care

Everybody put up your hands
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Feel the beat now
If you’ve got nothing left
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Back it up now
You’ve got a reason to live
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Feelin' good now
Don’t be afraid to get down
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love

He was always giving her attention
Looking hard to find the things she mentioned
He was dedicated
By most suckers hated
That girl was fine
But she didn’t appreciate him

She calls him up
She’s tripping on the phone now
He had to get up
And he ain’t comin home now
He’s tryin to forget her
That’s how we come with him
When he first met her
When they first got together

Everybody put up your hands
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Feel the beat now

If you got nothing left
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Back it up now
You got a reason to live
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Feelin' good now
Don’t be afraid to get down
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love

To the beat, to the beat, to the beat
You got nothing to lose
Don’t be afraid to get down

We break up
It’s something that we do now
Everyone has got to do it sometime
It’s okay, let it go
Get out there and find someone

It’s too late to be trippin' on the phone here
Get off the wire
You know everything is good here
Stop what you’re doin'
You don’t wanna ruin
The chance that you got to
Find a new one

Everybody put up your hands
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Feel the beat now
If you got nothing left
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Back it up now
You got a reason to live
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Feelin' good now
Don’t be afraid to get down
Say, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love

Nooo... Noooo

Now you know what to do, so come on feelin' good


I've never actually heard this song, but I can't argue with the lyrics.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #576 on: February 25, 2010, 07:11:47 PM »
I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you, make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar, I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but all he kept talking about was

Glory days
Well they'll pass you by, glory days
In the wink of a young girl's eye, glory days
Glory days

Well there's a girl that lives up the block, back in school she could turn all the boys' heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby, well, they split up, I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying, she starts laughing thinking about

Glory days
Yeah they'll pass you by, glory days
In the wink of a young girl's eye, glory days
Glory days

Think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm gonna drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it, but I probably will
Yeah just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of
Well but time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of

Glory days
Yeah they'll pass you by, glory days
In the wink of a young girl's eye, glory days
Glory days
Yeah they'll pass you by, glory days
In the wink of a young girl's eye, glory days
Glory days
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #577 on: February 26, 2010, 07:42:19 AM »
Push it out, fake a smile
Avert disaster, just in time
I need a drink, 'cause in a while
Worthless answer from friends of mine
It's dumb to ask, cool to ignore
Girls posess me, but they're never mine
I made my entrance, avoided hazards
Checked my engine, I fell behind

I fell behind

She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone I'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, 'cause I'm a ****ing boy

Remember when I was in the grocery store, now's my time
Lost the words, lost the nerve, lost the girl, left the line
I would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine
So read my book with a boring ending
A short story of a lonely guy

Who fell behind

She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone I'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, 'cause I'm a ****ing boy

She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone I'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, 'cause I'm still just a stupid, worthless boy


Getting a copy of Take Off Your Pants and Jacket made me realize that music rhythm games have given me a slightly innacurate perception of the quality of Blink-182. With songs like this, I can't say I hate them, but stuff like "Happy Holidays, You *******" and "What Went Wrong" are almost surrealistically juvenile and obscene.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #578 on: February 26, 2010, 11:45:30 AM »
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #579 on: February 27, 2010, 12:08:51 AM »
Allow me to follow that up with a classic...

Well, high school seemed like such a blur
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections
And in class I dreamed all day, 'bout a rock 'n' roll weekend

And the girl in the front of the room
So close, yet so far, y'know she never seemed to notice
That this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend

Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past--story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life

And I went down to my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a 7-11

I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of
I looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back

Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past--story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life

Good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
I think about the good times we had and why they had to end

So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song
Thinkin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back

Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past--story of my life

Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

kirbyfan98

  • trollerrific
« Reply #580 on: March 01, 2010, 12:04:46 AM »
I hopped off the plane at LAX
with a dream and my cardigan
welcome to the land of fame excess, (woah)
am I gonna fit in?

Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous

My tummys turnin and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on

CHORUS:
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Yeah, It's a party in the USA

Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's lookin at me now
Like “whos that chick, thats rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from out of town”

So hard with my girls not around me
Its definitely not a Nashville party
Cause' all I see are stilletos
I guess I never got the memo

My tummys turnin and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Britney song was on
and the Britney song was on
and the Britney song was on

CHORUS:
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Yeah, It's a party in the USA

Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me everytime (everytime)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright!

CHORUS:
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah (Oh, nodding my head)
Moving my hips like yeah, (Ooh Yeah)
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok (gonna be okay)
Yeah (huh huh), It's a party in the USA (Yeah)
Yeah, It's a party in the USA

So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away (flying away)
Noddin' my head like yeah (nodding my head like yeah)
Moving my hips like yeah, (moving my hips like yeah)
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok (I'm gonna be okay)
Yeah (Yeah), It's a party in the USA
Yeah (hahaha), It's a party in the USA (Party in the USA!)
(_8^(I)

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #581 on: March 01, 2010, 11:44:50 PM »
In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh, yeah

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh, yeah

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you

If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me

Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
Oh, yeah...


I'm not even going to check to see if this was already posted, because I'm just in the mood for it right now.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #582 on: March 02, 2010, 05:40:43 PM »
I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

« Reply #583 on: March 04, 2010, 08:36:16 PM »
We've been through some things together
With trunks of memories still to come
We found things to do in stormy weather
Long may you run

Long may you run
Long may you run
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run

Well, it was back in Blind River in 1962
When I last say you alive
But we missed that shift on the long decline
Long may you run

Long may you run
Long may you run
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run

Maybe The Beach Boys have got you now
With those waves singin' "Caroline No"
Rollin' down that empty ocean road
Gettin' to the surf on time

Long may you run
Long may you run
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run

Long may you run
Long may you run
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #584 on: March 07, 2010, 11:11:32 PM »
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Oh, tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start...


When I heard this and was simultaneously reminded of xkcd, Braid, and the last few years of my life, I realized I had found my new favorite song.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

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