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Post by pretzel on Nov 15, 2020 20:51:10 GMT
This is the end, beautiful friend
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Post by telfordstoke on Nov 15, 2020 21:38:29 GMT
Do you realise, that you have the most beautiful face
Kills me, that song
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Post by maninasuitcase on Nov 15, 2020 21:47:18 GMT
Beer beer We want more beer All the lads are cheering Get the fucking beer in NOW.
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Post by danceswithclams on Nov 15, 2020 21:50:43 GMT
I shout all my obscenities from steeples But please don’t label me a madman I’m off to see the Bootleg Beatles As the bootleg Mark Chapman
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Post by lordb on Nov 15, 2020 22:05:17 GMT
Is she really going out with him?
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Post by supersimonstainrod on Nov 15, 2020 22:15:28 GMT
I've heard there was a secret chord That David played,and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music do ya?
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Post by pretzel on Nov 15, 2020 22:48:37 GMT
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 of her own sitting way up high
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Post by heathstokie on Nov 15, 2020 22:49:07 GMT
I cant help about the shape im in I cant sing, i ain't pretty and my legs are thin But dont ask me what i think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to....
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Post by maninasuitcase on Nov 15, 2020 22:55:07 GMT
Trapped in purgatory A lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquittance
The sky is turning red Return to power draws near Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears Abolish the rules made of stone
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Post by pretzel on Nov 15, 2020 22:56:41 GMT
We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick, but the crowd called out for more
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Post by heathstokie on Nov 15, 2020 23:00:27 GMT
First time, I did it for the hell of it Stuck it on the back of my tongue and then swallowed it Second time, things are getting easier Blow me down, this wind's getting breezier
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Post by elystokie on Nov 15, 2020 23:21:03 GMT
A long, long time ago I could still remember how that music used to make me smile.
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Post by meggeth on Nov 16, 2020 0:21:21 GMT
Run to the bedroom In the suitcase on the left You'll find my favourite axe
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Post by Bagwash on Nov 16, 2020 3:45:37 GMT
I am he,as you are he,as you are me And we are all together.
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Post by felonious on Nov 16, 2020 8:21:30 GMT
Is she really going out with him? What the hell is wrong with you tonight? It's a thread about opening lyrics
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Post by felonious on Nov 16, 2020 8:31:48 GMT
Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?)
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
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Post by yeokel on Nov 16, 2020 9:21:00 GMT
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes.
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Post by Clayton Wood on Nov 16, 2020 9:22:15 GMT
She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee,
Just as her father came across the sea
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Post by felonious on Nov 16, 2020 9:30:35 GMT
I'm an alligator
I'm a mama-papa comin' for you
I'm the space invader
I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut
You're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm bustin' up my brains for the words
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Post by yeokel on Nov 16, 2020 9:30:55 GMT
Think of you with pipe and slippers, think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly, think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby, that could never be
Don't marry her, fuck me.
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Post by farnborostokie63 on Nov 16, 2020 9:41:35 GMT
They do it down on Camber Sands, They do it at Wakiki, Lazing about the beach all day, The crickets creepy.
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Post by Northy on Nov 16, 2020 11:40:39 GMT
We move like caged tigers Oh, we couldn't get closer than this The way we walk The way we talk The way we stalk The way we kiss
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Post by redstriper on Nov 16, 2020 11:49:40 GMT
I'd like to drop my trousers to the world I am a man of means (of slender means) each household appliance is like a new science in my town...
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Post by riverman on Nov 16, 2020 11:51:55 GMT
Wop bop a loo bop a wop bom bom
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Post by redstriper on Nov 16, 2020 14:52:50 GMT
I'm gazing at faces Staring blankly at me I suppose it's just a sign of the times They tell me tomorrow will never arrive But I've seen it end a million times my favourite 80's band.
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Post by Goonie on Nov 16, 2020 15:18:31 GMT
Well she wore big knickers and worked on the sewage farm....
Macc Ladds Sweaty Betty
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Post by Northy on Nov 16, 2020 15:25:48 GMT
What the hell is wrong with you tonight? It's a thread about opening lyrics There may be a Woosh on the way, but that is a lyric opening line? Is she really going out with him? Oh there she is, let's ask her Betty, is that Jimmy's ring your wearing? Um-hm Gee, it must be great riding with him Is he picking you up after school today? Un-uh By the way, where'd you meet him? Shangri-la's. Or alternatively, Joe Jackson. Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold Look over there! (Where?) There's a lady that I used to know She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told Is she really going out with him? Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
and so is 'what the hell is wrong with you tonight' Joe Jackson, it's different for girls
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Post by wilcopotter on Nov 16, 2020 15:42:07 GMT
Tom Robinson's show last week on 6Music featured opening lyrics with some excellent choices sent in by the listeners. I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms A few beautiful ballads from Nick Cave, amongst them Brompton Oratory, Love letter and Lyme Tree Arbour.
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Post by conzdad on Nov 16, 2020 15:55:08 GMT
When I wake up to the sound of demons They're always telling me that I'm no good And all the angels are scratching at my door.
I'm doing what I can just to fight this anger I'm just a product of a living hell And I don't wanna live like this no more.
Sixx A.M. "Prayers For The Damned"
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Post by maninasuitcase on Nov 16, 2020 19:48:43 GMT
She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee, Just as her father came across the sea Bloody fantastic song. My dad played it in the car when i was a young boy. Loved it ever since.
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