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CrossEyed7

  • i can make this whatever i want; you're not my dad
« Reply #315 on: August 09, 2009, 11:30:33 AM »
Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen Acres is the place to be!
FaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaarm livin' is the life for me!
Land spreadin' out sa' far an' wide!
Keep Manhattan, just gimme that countryside!


Neeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww YORK is vere I'd rother stay!
Iiiiiiiiiiiiii get aLLERgic smelling hay!
Iiiiiiiiiiiiii just adore a penthouse view!
Dahling I love you but give me Pahk Avenoo.

reeruh-ruhreeruh...

THE CHORES!!

reeruh-ruhreeruh...

ZUH STOREZ!!

reeruh-ruhreeruh...

FRESH AIR!!

reeruh-ruhreeruh...

TIMES SQWEH!!

YOU ARE MY WIFE.

GOOOD BYE, CEETEE LIFE! :'(

GREEN ACRES WE ARE THERE!

reeruh-ruhreeruh...

RUHRUH!!



Zis haz bean a Feelmwayz Presentation, dahling.
"Oh man, I wish being a part of a Mario fan community was the most embarrassing thing about my life." - Super-Jesse

« Reply #316 on: August 09, 2009, 11:32:50 AM »
One of my favorite TV show themes.

Awesome.
I'm a horrible person.

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #317 on: August 10, 2009, 02:44:13 PM »
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula


I only listen to this stuff when I'm weightlifting, I swear.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

Glorb

  • Banned
« Reply #318 on: August 10, 2009, 04:52:14 PM »
Hellz yeah. I've got a whole pumpin'-iron playlist on my iPod that I intend to use if I ever lift weights for more than five minutes at a time. Half of it's nothing but Mash Out Posse.
every

« Reply #319 on: August 10, 2009, 06:56:11 PM »
I need some new music but I haven't had any ideas in a while and the only few songs I want I don't know the names of.
ROM hacking with a slice of life.

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #320 on: August 10, 2009, 09:38:21 PM »
I had visions, I was in them,
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me

Fingertips have memories,
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(But no one ever does)

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
and I'm so hot 'cause I'm in hell

Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, God[darn] you

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well

I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Mind...

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm runnin' underground with the moles
Diggin' holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me, whoa!

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well

(One, two, three, four!)


I have a Weird Al polka medley to thank for informing me of this song's existance. Such is also the case with Green Day's Basket Case, though I actually have fully heard/own that one.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #321 on: August 11, 2009, 11:11:49 PM »
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

CrossEyed7

  • i can make this whatever i want; you're not my dad
« Reply #322 on: August 12, 2009, 04:02:15 AM »
Looking back on all we've been through
What is left, what else could we do?
We've been down this road so many times before
Will I ever learn the way... to come back to you?

This ardency has taken me
And now it is a part of me
I'm falling back to where I used to be...
This heart's debut is overdue
Now i can see, i know it's true
I'm falling back... yeah, falling back to you...

I can see you from a million miles away
Things weren't always the way they are today
If only i could learn to change the past
If only things could last... another day

This ardency has taken me
And now it is a part of me
I'm falling back to where I used to be...
This heart's debut is overdue
Now i can see, i know it's true
I'm falling back... yeah, falling back to you...
"Oh man, I wish being a part of a Mario fan community was the most embarrassing thing about my life." - Super-Jesse

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #323 on: August 12, 2009, 09:41:01 AM »
Isn't that... a Gerudo Valley ReMix?

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)

(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

CrossEyed7

  • i can make this whatever i want; you're not my dad
« Reply #324 on: August 12, 2009, 10:07:28 PM »
Isn't that... a Gerudo Valley ReMix?
Yep.

Perhaps it's time to question
All these things I've been doing for so long
So wrong
So much I need not mention,
but the need within me is so strong

I know that the answer is beside me
As I have believed from the start
But it's just so hard for me to go there
In spite of all these aching feelings
I just don't want this all to fall apart

And when I look into your eyes
It's more like looking at myself
Through someone else
Like nothing else

All this pain and hatred
Never knowing from whence it came
And I'm playing this game
It's always the same

In all this, there's one thing I should ask you
That you should always remain true
Even if I'm gone, you'll still remember
It's just hard when nothing's right and
Everything is out of sight tonite

I don't wanna leave yet
How could you think that I could love
Somebody new?
Someone like you?
As the night fades into a day
I thought it'd be something you should know

But I guess I'll survive another night
Waiting to create another me
That only you can see
"Oh man, I wish being a part of a Mario fan community was the most embarrassing thing about my life." - Super-Jesse

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #325 on: August 15, 2009, 11:39:53 PM »
Och dom säger att stan har blivit tyst och ful och öde älskling
Att det kommer bli en lång kall vinter
Jag har lärt mig att saknaden är värst när nån har sovit som ett barn
Genom en iskall vinter

Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak
Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag
Kom och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen

Och du känner att staden är precis som staden alltid varit
I väntan på en lång kall vinter
Och du säger att saknad kan man lära sig att leva med ibland
Genom en iskall vinter

Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak
Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag
Kom och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen

Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak
Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag
Kom och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen

Och igen


I sang this fairly well (for me) on World Tour, interestingly enough.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #326 on: August 16, 2009, 10:41:11 AM »
There lived a merchant in the days of old
who is remembered for the things he sold.
No silly trinkets silver, bronze or gold.
So I'm told, so I'm told.

He made a most delicious pumpkin pie,
which he presented to the passersby.
Before the sun set he'd be all but dry.
Folks would buy the whole supply.

He lived alone (he lived alone)
and every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
I do not know his name (he'd never say his name).
He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie.

Before you knew it he was in full swing.
His pumpkin pies became the next big thing.
Soon he was called upon to feed the King.
And they'd sing, feed the King

The pie of pumpkin filled the King with glee.
He offered a castle for the recipe, but...
the merchant wouldn't even give it up for three.
No not he, no not he.

He lived alone (he lived alone)
and every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
I do not know his name (he'd never say his name).
He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie.

The King was angry and he came unwound.
He called his men, and soon the merchant found
himself in a torture chamber underground.
Tied and bound, he sighed and frowned.

And so they tortured him for night and day.
They made him scream so much his hair turned gray, but--
as for the recipe, he would not say.
They could not flay his pride away.

He lived alone (he lived alone)
and every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
I do not know his name (he'd never say his name).
He never wanted all the pain that came with pumpkin pie.

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #327 on: August 16, 2009, 02:33:10 PM »
Your sig is an interesting addendum to that song.

It's old news on the radio
How you broke through and how you let it go
So all could see how good it feels to be free
You're digging up all your old playmates
Crossing your fingers back at the garden gates
'Cause planted seed don't always grow a family tree

And you can call on your brother (to understand)
And you can call on your sister (to make amends)
Although the feud in this family is through now that we live together

Fast Willy's back from Mexico
He traded all his missils in for mistletoe
Changed his plea, how good it feels to be free
So you married candy with a silicone doubt
Yes, she tasted so sweet until the money ran out
Now he's back for his seeds handing bullets to the new nominee

So you can call on your brother (to understand)
you can call on your sister (to make amends)
Although the feud in this family is through now that we live together
So you can call on your brother (to understand)
you can call on your sister (to make amends)
Although the feud in this family is through now that we live together

Break out the teargas, it's Effigy Night
We're gonna talk about the good old days over some cigarettes and dynamite

So you can call on your brother (to understand)
You can call on your sister (to make amends)
Although the feud in this family is through now that we live together (there's no rest for me)

You know the future is here when you pretend we live together.


I'm not sure how accurate these lyrics are, but I'd just like to say that this is one of those songs where I wasn't all that fond of it when I came across it (on the Best! album) but now I rather like it, even if its opening guitar riff is a little similar to the one from Black or White (which is also stuck in my head lately, for reasons you can probably guess). I think this one came first, though...?
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #328 on: August 16, 2009, 03:16:39 PM »
Hello there, Spencer. I see you, you poor boy. I see you, Spencer, with my eyes.
You’re the architect of my dreams, Spencer. You plan them, and build them on blue paper and hand them to me,
And then I dream them, Spencer. That’s what you do for me. Thank you for that, Spencer.
You prick.
I’m a magician, Spencer. A furious magician. Ooooh.
Avada Kedavra, Spencer, to you, Spencer. Avada Kedavra to you, Spencer.
You think you’re something special, Spencer.
You think you’re something brand new,
But you’re old oats, Spencer. You’re old, dry, stale oats, Spencer.
I’m a magician, Spencer. A furious magician. Ooooh.
You’re a tall glass of water, aren’t you, Spencer? You boy, precious boy.
I’m Ben Bernanke, Spencer, and I want your teeth for the federal reserve.
I’m cutting interest rates in half, Spencer, and I need your teeth.
I’ll admit, Spencer, you’re handsome, but what have you done with it?
You think you can mock me, Spencer? Do you?
Do you think you can mock me, Spencer? Do you think you can capture my essence and throw it back at me.. with humour and rhetorical devices?
Well, you can’t, Spencer; you don’t know what I’m capable of. I need your teeth for my Lonely Hearts Club Band, Spencer.
Ben Bernanke.
I’m a magician, Spencer. A furious magician. Ooooh.
Are you proud of your country? Are you proud of your country?
I bet you are. You pretty little boy. Sitting up there in your high chair, demanding more
Applesauce.
You’ve already got enough applesauce, Spencer.
There’s plenty of apple sauce on your plate.
I’m going to kiss you, Spencer, on the lips.
You sexy little rattlesnake. You naughty little baby boy.
You you you you rambunctious little infant. My mother tries to get me to go on dates, Spencer.
You know what that’s like? You know how humiliating that is, Spencer?
Spencer…
Ohhhhh my gooooood
You tall drink of water!
Spencer.
I’m a magician, Spencer. A furious magician. Oooh. I’m a magician, Spencer. A furious magician. Magician.
Magician.
I love you, Spencer. I’m gonna spank you silly.

« Reply #329 on: August 16, 2009, 03:50:34 PM »
SB, Black or White was released in 1991, if that's of any help.


Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name. Oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

;~;
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

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