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Haven't had any Powderfinger in here for a while....

....2,3,4...

In all that he takes in all that he shows
The higher the stakes the lower the blows
And all the mistakes that he’s never known
Whatever it takes he’ll be stealing the show

Now he nervously shakes as we rattle his stage
But he’s happy to be stuck back in his halcyon days
Now we’re trying hard to reconcile a history of shame
But he reinforced the barriers that keep it the same

*screaming*

If you treat me like a dog
And keep me locked in a cage
I’m not relaxed or comfortable
I’m aggravation and shame
But it’s a fine fine time for the people in the lucky land

If you treat me like a dog
And keep me locked in a cage
I’m not relaxed or comfortable
I’m aggravation and rage

>:D
 
Lets just Pretend for a little bit.

everybody chokes
:shockedsanta​
When they see someone cut down in their prime
It may not show when you look at me
But i know i'm in mine
I'm potent, baby, i'm potent
Dangerous to the naked eye
Rest your head on this bed of mother's pride
And find out why

Don't you wanna take me home?
Don't you wanna take me home?

Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now

Bully boys don't bother me
I purse my lips and they run away
Guys like you who are gentle and true
Don't come around here everyday
I'm potent, baby, i'm potent

Just one swing of me would get most guys smashed
But a drop of yours makes me stagger and swerve
I guess i'm outclassed

Don't you wanna take me home?
Don't you wanna take me home?

Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now

Go Chrissie​
 
Movin’ to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m movin’ to the country I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I’m movin’ to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin’ to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way I’d eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin bulges in the shade

Movin’ to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin’ to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin’ to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside makin’ a little room for a ant to hide
Nature’s candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Look out

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Look out
 
:clap :clap :clap you're killin' me Jerry!!!! :hihi

Ok cats, I'm dressed all in black, a few Mod Squad badges strategically placed on my jacket (one that says, "What was it I said that made you think I give a *smile*?"), heavy black eye liner and tossled hair.... Hey! I've just realised its a regular night out!! :hihi >:D

This one's for Top Cat (and any other lucky bugger who gets to see Green Day tonight >:D). My all time fave.....

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

.....2,3,4

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's *smile* up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

>:D
 
....and my other all time fave Green Day track. >:D

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
 
:clap :clap :clap :clap Cheers Crystal

We are all dressed up and raing to go

Listening to their live album just to get us in the mood >:D

Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a *smile*
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing her down

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya

Grasping to control
So I better hold on

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
 
verrrrrry nice TC and Crystal. Boulevard and Peaches and My Generation... :clap :clap :clap

here's my favourite Australian band, Wolfmother. I love these guys to death (like a fat kid loves cup-cakes)!!!

get on board and join the wolfies if u haven't done so already, satisfaction guaranteed!....

DIMENSION

I fell Down in the desert baby, yeah!,
I had nothing but a peice of paper, ooooh yeah!,
I had to write something down,
And I found myself alone,
Then I let go of everything,
Into another dimension.

*scaling guitar riff*

Purple hazes in the sky,
See the angels wicked eye,
All these things we must try,
'Till we see the reasons why, ooooh yeaaaah!

Lightning crash on the hill tonight, yeah!,
I got a feeling everything is gonna be... alright,
Then a horse came running to me,
Said we're gonna go to the sanctuary,
Then a storm began to blow,
Into another dimension.

*scaling guitar riffs*

Purple hazes in the sky,
See the angels wicked eye,
All these things we must try,
'Till we see the reasons why, oooooooh yeaaaaaah.

(bass, snare drum and vocals only)
I got lost in the desert baby, yeah!,
I found temples made out of paper, whooaa yeaaah!,
(guitar kicks in and cymbols crash)
They were drumming with golden bones
Building dreams up out of homes
Then i let go of everything

Into another dimension!

*guitar and bass riffs and drum fills end song*
 
Wow Otis, do you get to smash your air guitar after that one??

Now where is that lacky band for the goolies??

Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh! Guitar!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me




I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
 
It has been 4 hours since you performed now TC, you can take off the lacky band and the leather pants. No pressure though, just a mere suggestion :-\
 
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive

I feel much better now Otis
:beer :beer :beer
 
:hihi

On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Windows XP for my PC

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 2 GPFs, and Windows XP
for my PC

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 3 ports not responding,
2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 4 sectors bad, 3 ports
not responding, 2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC

On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 5 eighty six, 4 sectors
bad, 3 ports not responding, 2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 6 ints conflictin', 5
eighty six, 4 sectors bad, 3 ports not responding, 2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my
PC

On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 7 files missin', 6 ints
conflictin', 5 eighty six, 4 sectors bad, 3 ports not responding, 2 GPFs, and
Windows XP for my PC

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 8 Megs overflowin', 7
files missin', 6 ints conflictin', 5 eighty six, 4 sectors bad, 3 ports not
responding, 2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 9 apps a crashin', 8
Megs overflowin', 7 files missin', 6 ints conflictin', 5 eighty six, 4 sectors bad,
3 ports not responding, 2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC

On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 10 modes not
supported, 9 apps a crashin', 8 Megs overflowin', 7 files missin', 6 ints
conflictin', 5 eighty six, 4 sectors bad, 3 ports not responding, 2 GPFs, and
Windows XP for my PC

On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 11 instructions
faulty, 10 modes not supported, 9 apps a crashin', 8 Megs overflowin', 7 files
missin', 6 ints conflictin', 5 eighty six, 4 sectors bad, 3 ports not responding,
2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 12 sound cards silent,
11 instructions faulty, 10 modes not supported, 9 apps a crashin', 8 Megs
overflowin', 7 files missin', 6 ints conflictin', 5 eighty six, 4 sectors bad,
3 ports not responding, 2 GPFs, and Windows XP for my PC!
 
Time for a trip down memory lane. Suede were one of those bands who got labelled with the tag "Best New Band in Britain!" before they'd even released anything. When they did, their eponymous first album was the fastest-selling debut in the UK since, well, Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Welcome to the Pleasure Dome. Promised much but after the acrimonious 1994 ejection of Bernard Butler during the recording of their second album, Dog Man Star, never fully realised their potential, even if they did produce some damn fine stuff.

This was their first single. When I was twelve and thirteen I thought the girl in the film clip was the bees' knees. Actually, on revisiting, she wasn't half-bad. Disdainful, vulnerable-but-not and oh-so-1992. Oh yeah.  ;D

(Anderson/Butler)

Won't someone
Give me a gun?
Oh, well it's for my brother
Well, he writes the line
Wrote right down my spine
It says, Oh
Do You Believe In Love There?

So slow down, slow down
You're taking me over
And so we drown; Sir, we drown
Stop taking me over

Won't someone
Give me some fun?
(and as the skin flies all around us)
We kiss in his room
To a popular tune
Oh, real drowners...

So slow down, slow down
You're taking me over
And so we drown; Sir, we drown
Stop taking me over

Slow down, slow down
You're taking me over
And so we drown; Sir, we drown
Stop taking me over, ohhhhhh...
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
Stop taking me over, ohhhhh....
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
You're taking me over, ohhhhh....
 
so when you were a child Suede were the "bees' knees".. when i was little Slade were the bees' knees with this song

I like black and white (Dreaming in black and white)

You like black and white (Run Runaway)

See chameleon (Lying there in the sun)

All things to everyone (Run Runaway)

If you're in the swing (Money ain't everything)

If you're in the swing (Run Runaway)

See chameleon (Lying there in the sun)

All things to everyone (Run Runaway)

If you got a crush (Don't beat around the bush)

When I got a crush (Run Runaway)

See chameleon (Lying there in the sun)

All things to everyone (Run Runaway)

Oh now can't you wait (Love don't come on a plate)

Oh now can't you wait (Run Runaway)

See chameleon (Lying there in the sun)

All things to everyone (Run Runaway)

Run Runaway
 
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, For me.

I've been an awful good girl,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa baby, a brand new MX5 too, Light blue.

I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be oh, so good,
If you'd check off my Christmas list,
Boo doo bee doo. [background]

Santa honey, I wanna yacht,
And really that's not a lot,
I've been an angel all year,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa cutie, there's one thing that I really need, The deed.

To a Docklands flat,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa baby, fill my stocking with a rolex, And cheques.
Sign your 'X' on the line,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,
Boo doo bee doo. [background]

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, A ring.
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight

:grinsanta
 
One for the teachers

A Leonard Cohen classic

I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.
I met a girl across the sea,
her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.

I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.

Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.

One morning I woke up alone,
the hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
no I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We'll take it out in hate.

I spent my hatred everyplace,
on every work on every face,
someone gave me wishes
and I wished for an embrace.

Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.

I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.

Who is it whom I address,
who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.

Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
 
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