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Posted: Jan 22 2007 12:40 am

Mr. Bomberman wrote:

Rycona wrote:

Taste is a matter of opinion, but I will say that in terms of favored music, I feel a bit outcast on this site. There seems to be quite a few on here who like emo, punk, metal, screaming stuff, and whatnot, and that stuff drives me nuts. I much more prefer more technically inclined music, something I can wrap my head around. Granted, I have songs I like that aren't really that technical, like some AC/DC and some Metallica to name a few, but mostly... eh. Most of today's music just sounds the same for the most part, and with nothing to "chew on" for myself, it just makes for a lot of noise.

</rant - for now ^_^ >

And I'm one of the 4 people who like hiphop/rap in here

Hey, I like Rap.

I'm totally down with Snow.

"Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom"

"You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down"

Posted: Jan 22 2007 12:42 am

Knyte: That was amazing! I'm down wit Snow too! But he ain't down wit me cuz "[I'm] legal tender and fine..."

Posted: Jan 22 2007 02:19 am

Knyte wrote:

Mr. Bomberman wrote:

Rycona wrote:

Taste is a matter of opinion, but I will say that in terms of favored music, I feel a bit outcast on this site. There seems to be quite a few on here who like emo, punk, metal, screaming stuff, and whatnot, and that stuff drives me nuts. I much more prefer more technically inclined music, something I can wrap my head around. Granted, I have songs I like that aren't really that technical, like some AC/DC and some Metallica to name a few, but mostly... eh. Most of today's music just sounds the same for the most part, and with nothing to "chew on" for myself, it just makes for a lot of noise.

</rant - for now ^_^ >

And I'm one of the 4 people who like hiphop/rap in here

Hey, I like Rap.

I'm totally down with Snow.

"Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom"

"You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down"

I like some rap, not much, but Informer by Snow is definitely one of the song. There was a while when people would have my friends and I call their cellphones to leave a message of us singing the chorus of that song. Yes, I said singing... it was three-part harmony and everything. It was pretty sweet.

My favorite rap group of all-time is probably Bone Thugs 'n Harmony. I don't know much about their newer stuff (if they have any) but I loved their stuff back in the day, mostly because of the quick rhythms and especially the lines with sixteenth triplets.

Posted: Jan 22 2007 06:49 am

Rycona wrote:

Taste is a matter of opinion, but I will say that in terms of favored music, I feel a bit outcast on this site.

I kinda do too. I can only listen to songs that have a distinct plot to them, like "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" or "Luka".

Posted: Jan 22 2007 07:28 pm

Syd Lexia wrote:

Rycona wrote:

Taste is a matter of opinion, but I will say that in terms of favored music, I feel a bit outcast on this site.

I kinda do too. I can only listen to songs that have a distinct plot to them, like "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" or "Luka".

Then you must hunt down a copy of "Dick's Automotive" by the Rugburns. (Or just ask me nicely and I can send it to ya.) The greatest Story-Song ever written.

Posted: Jan 23 2007 01:35 am

I wish you were here ~ Incubus:
"The sky resembles a backlit canopy
With holes punched in it"

Posted: Jan 25 2007 12:04 am

So what becomes of you my love?
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your granddad had to sweat so you could buy?

Posted: Jan 25 2007 04:14 am

"I'm Still Here" - From Teasure Planet

I am a question to the world,
Not an answer to be heard.
All a moment that's held in your arms.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway.
You don't know me,
And I’ll never be what you want me to be.

And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, no, I'm a man.
You can't take me and throw me away.
And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
They can’t see me,
But I’m still here.

"Like Lovers (Holding on)" - From Titan A.E.

Just a boy and girl
Trying to change a cold world
I don't expect that you'd understand
When you look at this empty land

But I
I can remember
Look around and around
These people still hang on

And I
I can remember them
Be it night or day
Like lovers left holding on

See, it's me
I'm the one
Believe in me
I've just begun
And we'll be here
When the lights come on
When it all comes down to
Me and you

Posted: Feb 08 2007 12:22 am

Нас не догонят....

Только скажи,
Дальше нас двое.
Только огни
Аэродрома.
Мы убежим,
Нас не догонят.
Дальше от них,
Дальше от дома.
Ночь-проводник
Спрячь наши тени
За облака.
За облаками
Нас не найдут,
Нас не изменят.
Им не достать
Звезды руками.

Небо уронит
Ночь на ладони.
Нас не догонят,
Нас не догонят.
Небо уронит
Ночь на ладони.
Нас не догонят,
Нас не догонят.

Нас не догонят....

Мы убежим,
Все будет просто.
Ночь упадет,
Небо уронит.
И пустота на перекрестках.
И пустота нас не догонит.
Не говори, им не понятно.
Только без них,
Только не мимо.
Лучше никак,
Но не обратно.
Только не с ними.
Только не с ними.

Нас не догонят....

Небо уронит
Ночь на ладони.
Нас не догонят,
Нас не догонят.
Небо уронит
Ночь на ладони.
Нас не догонят,
Нас не догонят.

Нас не догонят....

Posted: Feb 08 2007 12:47 am

Oooh, Russian (maybe). I should study up on the Cyrllic alphabet.

Posted: Feb 18 2007 04:47 am

Bender: Just tell me why!
Robot Devil: Just read this fifty-five page warrant.
Bender: There must be robots worse than I!
Robot Devil: We checked around, there really aren't.

Bender: Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks.

Robot Devil: You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!

Bender: Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing!

Robot Devil: Please stop sinning while I'm singing!

Joined: Nov 03 2006 Posts: 763

Let me add a few songs I liked:

------

Quote:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

----

----

Quote:

First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, DON'T LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya

JonSnow's gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya

Jon's gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya

----

(That's the offiical remix toward the end there)
----- Song Name: I Know I'm Losing You

Quote:

When I look into your eyes
A reflection of a face, I see
I'm hurt, down-hearted and worried, girl
'Cause that face doesn't belong to me

----

--

Quote:

And He'll Raise You Up, On Eagles Wings, Bear you on the breath of dawn, make you to shine like the sun, and hold you in the palm of his hand

---

Quote:

Oooh, Russian (maybe). I should study up on the Cyrllic alphabet.

Whatever it is my comp... won't load it correctly, i'm pretty sure there are no 6, and 0 in the middle of words with any known language on Earth..

Posted: Feb 28 2007 05:55 pm

What are you gonna give me? Disorganized thoughts? No thanks, I already got enough of those in my own head.

Posted: Apr 08 2007 04:54 pm

i dont really enjoy lyrics in a song, but more the rythm and all that. but i have to admit, well, just see for yourself.

SARCOFAGO-Deathrash
more a hard core metal night start
let me torture you with my growls
making you burst your head on the stage
playing the symphony of atomic war

if you are a false don't entry
because you'll be burned and died
the nuclear drums will crush your brain
slaughtering all with intensive pain

the blood of your heads
spread in our faces
violence and death
are with we desire
not that's enough
we want more blood
come up on stage
drag out your heads
deathrash

get out here and destroy all
killing all falses, bastards
because is this wich we want
this is our message..

those are some metal lyrics.

Joined: Mar 24 2007 Posts: 74

I have a couple of favorites, but I won't bombard you with their awesomeness all at once.

Four, tres, two, uno

[Will I Am]
Listen up ya'll, 'cause this is it
The beat that I'm bangin' is the next shit

[Verse 1 - Fergie]
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo.
You could see me, you can't squeeze me.
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy.
I got reasons why I tease 'em.
Boys just come and go like seasons.

[Hook 1]
Fergalicious (so delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous.
And if you was suspicious,
All that shit is fictitious.
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock.
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]
So delicious (it's hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
I'm Fergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)

[Verse 2]
Fergalicious def-,
Fergalicious def-,
Fergalicious def- ["def" is echoing]
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy.
They always claim they know me,
Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey, Stacy),
I'm the F to the E, R, G, the I, the E,
And can't no other lady put it down like me.

[Hook 2]
I'm Fergalicious (so delicious)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He's my witness (oooh, wee)
I put yo' boy on rock, rock
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]
So delicious (it's hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Fergalicious (hold, hold, hold, hold, hold up, check it out)

[Vamp]
Baby, baby, baby,
If you really want me,
Honey get some patience.
Maybe then you'll get a taste.
I'll be tasty, tasty,
I'll be laced with lacey.
It's so tasty, tasty,
It'll make you crazy.

[Will I Am]
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, hit it Fergie

[Rap - Fergie]
All the time I turn around brotha's gather round always looking at me up and down looking at my (uuhh)
I just wanna say it now - I ain't trying to round up drama, little mama I don't wanna take your man.
And I know I'm coming off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it.
But I'm tryin' to tell, that I can't be treated like clientele
'Cause they say she...

[Hook 3]
Delicious (so delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (got, got, got)

Four, tres, two, uno.
My body stay vicious,
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness,
He's my witness (oooh, wee).
I put yo' boy on rock, rock,
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty
It's so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)

[Will I Am]
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the, E to the, L I C I O U S, to the
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the.....

Posted: Apr 08 2007 08:14 pm

Fergalicious was that shit. That was the 1st song played when I turn my laptop on.

Joined: Mar 24 2007 Posts: 74

Mr. Bomberman wrote:

Fergalicious was that shit. That was the 1st song played when I turn my laptop on.

Seriously. The lyrics to her songs are always so ridiculously stupid and funny, and I would love nothing more than to hatefuck that crystal meth-abusing, former teenage gangbanging, piss-stained bitch. Love those lyrics.

Here's another one; ("A Country Boy Can Survive" by Hank Williams Jr.)

The preacher man says its the end of time
and the Mississippi River she's a going dry.
The interest is up and the stock markets down
and you only get mugged if you go downtown.
I live back in the woods you see,
my woman, and the kids and the dogs and me.
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four wheel drive
and a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive.

I can plow a field all day long,
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn.
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
ain't to many things these boys can't do.
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
and country boy can survive, country folk can survive.

Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run,
cause we're them ole boys raised on shotguns.
We say grace and we say mam
and if you ain't into that we don't give a damn.
We came from the West Virginia coal mine's
and the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
and we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
and a country boy can survive, country folks can survive.

I had a good friend in New York City
he never called me by my name just hillbilly.
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
and his taught him to be a business man
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
and I would send him some homemade wine
but he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
for forty three dollars my friend lost his life.
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
and shoot him with my ole forty-five
cause a country boy can survive, country folks can survive.

'Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run,
and we're them ole boys raised on shotgun.
We say grace, we say mam,
if you ain't into that we don't give a damn.
We're from North California and South Alabam'
and little towns all around this land.
We can skin a buck, and run a trout line
and a country boy can survive,
country folks can survive,
country boy can survive,
country folks can survive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4s0nzsU1Wg

Posted: Apr 13 2007 09:50 pm

"I met her at a donkey show.
She was minutes past thirteen.
Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo.
Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top.
Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole
I don't need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty shit-filled drawers

Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good

It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables,
I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole
I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I fucked her asshole with a piece of frozen shit"

Rock n Roll Never Felt So Good by GWAR!

2010 SLF Tag Champ Joined: Jun 07 2006 Posts: 12294

Don't talk, watch!
Don't talk, watch!
You came here. Watch it.
Don't like it? Walk out.
We still have all your fucking money.

Do not nudge, kick or jiggle the seat in front of you.
I'm sitting there!
I am everywhere at once
and I will cut you up.

If you make out here,
I will cut your lips and tongue
from your head
with a linoleum knife.

Do not explain the plot.
If you don't understand, then you should not be here.
Your money is our money
and we will spend it on drugs.

Do not crinkle your food wrappers loudly.
Be considerate to others,
or I will bite your torso
and give you a disease.

Did you bring your baby?
Babies don't watch this.
Take the seed outside. Leave it in the streets.
Run over it after the show.

If I see you videotaping this movie,
Satan will rain down your throat with hot acid
and dissolve your testicles
and turn your guts into snakes.

This is copyrighted movie for Time Warner.
If I find that you've sold it on eBay,
I will break into your house
and tear your wife in half.

Posted: Apr 18 2007 11:28 pm

Syd Lexia wrote:

Rycona wrote:

Taste is a matter of opinion, but I will say that in terms of favored music, I feel a bit outcast on this site.

I kinda do too. I can only listen to songs that have a distinct plot to them, like "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" or "Luka".

There aren't any radio stations around here that actually play anything worthwhile, hence the reason I've just been listening to classical music and video game remixes as of late. If any of the stations actually played a song that has a story to it, or rather if any stations played anything with a point to it around here, then I'd definitely listen.

Posted: Apr 23 2007 02:13 am

Att bilhandlare ljuger är en oskriven lag
Dom ljuger lika ofta för en chef på ett skivbolag
Men trots detta faktum gick jag ut för att leta bil
Jag ville ha något extra något i min stil

Men jag leta och stod i, utan resultat
Men jag hittade bara Oplar och en 98:års passat
Ja jag måste nog gå på ett skrotupplag
Om jag ska hitta någonting idag

Jag vill inte ha ett rymdskepp
Jag vill ha en bil
Ge mig, ge mig, ge mig...
Ge mig en gammal Saab 99:a
Där man hör att motorn är igång.
I den kan man färdas minst en halvmil för en tia,
Sen är vägen hem igen lika lång
#1 Och visst kan den paja efter någon strapats
men då får man nytta av sin hylsnyckelsats
#2 Och om en älg skulle gå till attack
så gör det ingenting om det blir repor i min lack
#3 Och NASA behöver man inte besvära
var gång det är nära att bilen ska skära
Ge mig en gammal Saab 99:a
Där man hör att motorn är igång

Jag gick till Rolf Eriksson, jag gick till Björbo Bil
Men där hade ingen bil gått mer än tvåhundra mil.
Bilförsäljaren pekade och sa: - Den där är fin
Men det visade sig snart att den ej gick på bensin

Naturgas är väl inget för en monstermaskin
Nej då kan jag lika gärna gå och köpa en dressin
Och skulle man krocka med en vägg av betong
Så förvandlas hela bilen till en luftballong

Jag vill inte ha ett rymdskepp
Jag vill ha en bil
Ge mig, ge mig, ge mig...

I dunno what the hell they're sayin', I just love Hjalle & Heavy, man.

Posted: Apr 23 2007 09:48 am

Hey! Hey! Yeah! Yeah!
I don't like your man-chin
Uh oh! No Way!
Think you need a new one!

- Avril Lavigne, "Stephanie McMahon"

Posted: Apr 23 2007 10:37 am

Syd Lexia wrote:

Hey! Hey! Yeah! Yeah!
I don't like your man-chin
Uh oh! No Way!
Think you need a new one!

- Avril Lavigne, "Stephanie McMahon"

You're my hero!

Posted: Apr 28 2007 01:33 am

Syd Lexia wrote:

Hey! Hey! Yeah! Yeah!
I don't like your man-chin
Uh oh! No Way!
Think you need a new one!

- Avril Lavigne, "Stephanie McMahon"

Syd, you win!

Posted: Jul 17 2007 02:43 pm

On the ceiling
On a voice of lettuce, said
Lamasil, I wanna leave it again
Juan's desire
On a piece of weather, said
Gone to say
I wanna leave it again
On a wheelie, on a wizard, on a way, yeah
And I call on my sin, then I woe and I sin
Then I call out again
In the raisin
On a leaf of carmine, oh
I said
I know what I wear and I bite soda back
Oh yeaaaaaaah
Can you seem them?
Oh, all the boys
And my big ol' ween
But I see them
Trying to run away, yeah
And I know what I know
I don't want to say

Make me cry

- Pearl Jam, "Yellow Ledbetter"