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Post by outspaced on Nov 21, 2020 0:33:57 GMT
Son I'm 30, I only went with your mother coz she's dirty.
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Post by dirtclod on Nov 21, 2020 1:02:02 GMT
One from Madness:
Yawn, what's the time?
I was trying to get some sleep
Attention, aah!
Bridges
Sharkey
Nutley
Jackson
Thompson (master!)
Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sssssssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!
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Post by turtlefox on Nov 21, 2020 2:00:07 GMT
What a drag it is getting old
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Post by felonious on Nov 21, 2020 7:34:08 GMT
Andy would bicycle across town in the rain to bring you candy
And John would buy the gown for you to wear to the prom
With Tom the astronomer who'd name a star for you
But I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
'Cause I've got wheels and you wanna go for a ride
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Post by felonious on Nov 21, 2020 7:36:49 GMT
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk
Disappearing into the booze shop
Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late
show
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall
Chocolate-coloured ladies making eyes through the smoke-pall
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
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Post by foreverapotter on Nov 21, 2020 8:32:42 GMT
The distant echo
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
to take them home to
the ones that they love and who love them forever
the glazed dirty steps repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
cold and uninviting partially naked except for toffee wrappers and this mornings papers
Mr Jones got rundown
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Post by Northy on Nov 21, 2020 8:52:54 GMT
The wheels on the bus go round and round
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2020 8:56:49 GMT
Riding on a big white butterfly
I turned my back away towards the sky
I closed my eyes to look for something
Saw myself as really nothing
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Post by Clayton Wood on Nov 21, 2020 9:03:14 GMT
A spaceman came traveling on his ship from afar 'Twas light years of time since his mission did start And over a village, he halted his craft And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star (One for all the Christmas song haters  ) |
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Post by lordherefordsknob on Nov 21, 2020 11:38:39 GMT
Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty.
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Post by lordherefordsknob on Nov 21, 2020 11:43:21 GMT
Well hey little dolly with the blue jeans on
I wanna ramrod with you, honey, till half-past dawn.
Bruce Springsteen.
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Post by riverman on Nov 21, 2020 12:05:48 GMT
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me, sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you
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Post by felonious on Nov 22, 2020 12:36:33 GMT
Once upon a time when we were friends
I gave you my heart, the story ends
No happy ever after, now were friends
Wish upon a star if that might help
The stars collide if you decide
Wish upon a star if that might help
What's it like to have loved and to lose her touch?
What's it like to have loved and to lose that much?
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Post by felonious on Nov 22, 2020 16:17:50 GMT
I was on the beach but I was thinking about the bay
Got to the bay but by then I was far away
I was on the ground but looking straight into the sun
But the sun went down and I couldn't find another one
For awhile
For because it was an all-burning feeling in my chest
To fill the void
Of a long night unwatched by, well, the sun
Until the morn
Until when, well, the sun's reborn
And so am I
From all the scorn buried deep
Within the psyche of my soul
I was standing down but I was also on the run
In my mind
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Post by thehartshillbadger on Nov 22, 2020 16:19:15 GMT
Underground overground Womblin free,
The Wombles of Wimbledon common are we.
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Post by pretzel on Nov 27, 2020 21:33:09 GMT
Mother dear, did you hear, how they're teaching me to do the goose step?
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Post by felonious on Nov 28, 2020 19:56:18 GMT
I'll raise you  There once was a woman with wings Happy with the simple things She had silk suspenders and high heeled stockinged thighs Helping me in my need She was a friend, indeed She was my baby until the day she died. |
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Post by felonious on Nov 28, 2020 20:43:08 GMT
Jennifer we can't go wrong lets put it in writing
Jennifer we can't go wrong lets do right now
Maybe you're a little hasty
But they say love is blind
Now her name's on you
Her name on you
Her name on you
Jennifer in blue
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Post by farnborostokie63 on Nov 28, 2020 21:27:50 GMT
I'll raise you There once was a woman with wings Happy with the simple things She had silk suspenders and high heeled stockinged thighs Helping me in my need She was a friend, indeed She was my baby until the day she died. is that Gangbang by SAHB? |
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Post by Orbs on Nov 28, 2020 22:07:43 GMT
‘Bless my cotton socks I’m in the news’
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Post by felonious on Dec 1, 2020 20:19:09 GMT
I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel
We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will
And I know you can't tell me
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2020 20:33:01 GMT
I see all the tough guys still not 25
Dying on their feet
Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes
And still out on the street
Well, they got no money, nowhere to go
Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do
Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight last night
He says he's OK
Going down to the workies club (that's a laugh)
To buy something strong and take the pain away
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Post by Northy on Dec 2, 2020 10:47:36 GMT
Once upon a time when we were friends I gave you my heart, the story ends No happy ever after, now were friends Wish upon a star if that might help The stars collide if you decide Wish upon a star if that might help What's it like to have loved and to lose her touch? What's it like to have loved and to lose that much? I saw them live in 82ish, a dash to deeside leisure centre after watching Stoke v Villa I think |
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Post by crowey on Dec 2, 2020 11:58:55 GMT
arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricks aerosol, the bricks. that might very well be the greatest opening lyrics to any song ever lol We have an early winner here [/quot .... must say I’d forgotten it started like that |
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Post by crowey on Dec 2, 2020 12:10:10 GMT
... Sa sem ottast dauoann kann ekki ao njota lifsins. Werden tod furchtet kann das leben nicht - might need Musik to help us out here (I have a rough idea what’s going on)
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Post by pretzel on Dec 2, 2020 12:17:33 GMT
We have an early winner here [/quot .... must say I’d forgotten it started like that I don't think I could ever forget! Id had the album about a week and had copied it to a cassette tape which I was listening to in my car on the way home from work. Id stopped at the papershop to get some ciggies and the tape was about 20 seconds into that track when I returned. Id forgotten that I'd left the tape running.... but I will never forget the look on my mother's face, who was sitting in the passenger seat |
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Post by PotterLog on Dec 2, 2020 13:19:31 GMT
I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day.
To me it is palpable proof of God's existence, a posteriori.
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Post by chuffedstokie on Dec 5, 2020 10:09:19 GMT
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life, 'cause it's the one we'll never know.
And quit running for that runaway bus 'cause those rosy days are few.
And stop apologising for the things you've never done,
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2020 11:10:11 GMT
The sirens are screaming, and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
There's evil in the air and there's thunder in the sky,
And a killer's on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnels where the deadly are rising
Oh, I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
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Post by felonious on Dec 5, 2020 14:26:21 GMT
I don't give a fuck about the past
Our glory days gone by
All I care about right now
Is that wee mole inside your thigh
And my confidence might crumble
But my Brio is unbroken
Let me loosen all your knots
Let our bodies be awoken
It's been another seven years
It's showing 'round the eyes
Another seven years
Entombed in lethargy and lies
But let's dig out our old clothes
And prepare for celebration
I am the son of sleep
All I need's an invitation
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