Dear Sandy Thom

With regard to your song ‘I wish I was a Punk Rocker’, I’d like to take a second to review the lyrics. I’m just going to append a few notes.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air

If by 1977 and 1969 the only revolutions in the air were communist not a bunch of hippies and punks having a whinge? They were violent and many people died. Most of South America was being cynically manipulated by the United States to one degree or another. So as you weren’t born then you must being implying that it is good those people died.

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Well who can tell what a head of state does or doesn’t do? Presumably playing guitar is a preferable ‘vice’ to say raping young girls two at a time on London Bridge.

When music really mattered and when radio was king
Once again you pretentious c*** rag who are you to say what music means to people. TV came in the mid sixties. If you like old time radio try the 20s biatch

When accountants didn't have control
106-46 BC Cicero states the sinews of war are infinite money.
1555 the Muscovy Company receives a corporate charter
1600’s The Church decriminalises Usury
1944 the world bank opens its doors.
So Fiscal Policy and institutions have played a role in people’s lives for a bit longer then the last 30 years. Eat one


And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Doctor Von Neumann created the first electronic computer in around 1926 and in fact the modern desktop computer is based largely on his original architecture. Clearly some of us know more then others bitch tits.


When pop stars still remained a myth
I am confused here pop stars the TV show or the concept in general. Clearly you are wrong about the concept. But people voting for what they want based on the strength of a televised performance is clearly also nothing new. In the 1950s and 60s they called it ‘The Charts’ what you did was you recorded all the sales you made that week and then reported them to recording industry and they compiled these ‘Charts’ based on sales.

And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
1839 The first commercial telegraph network starts, the technology is almost 50 years old at this time.
1895 Marconi makes the first wireless radio transmission

When record shops were still on top
You mean these bastions of corporate power over the delivery of music to the common man. Not a minute ago you didn’t like accountants ruling to world and now you don’t like people ripping you off.

Suck my balls bitch. You weren’t born too late, you were born at all you annoying luddite f*** hole. Your attempts at being clever are fooling no one, wipe the cum out you eyes and wake up.

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I f***ing hate that song. I wanna punch that ugly chick in the face. Seriously. Most irritating song in every possible way imaginable. Just listening to the first line makes me want to strangle her. How the f*** did it make the charts?

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Slappercx likes the song, get im!

petal often grinds my gears when she farx up with the clutch

I totally agree with the c*******. I mean f*** i was forced to unplug the radio from the wall after hearing it the second time at work last night.

Then i was booed by some fat bitch so i flicked a rubber band at her fat face.

I didn't miss.

haha. Yeah I literally run for the switch/volume/cord/next station button when i hear it come on. Whatever it takes to stop the sound.

I like the song, but if I had heard it before I saw the woodstock live video and I probably would have hated it.

I like the song, and consequently i thereby publicly announce that i'm a poof

Ok that makes much more sense now.

haaaaaaahahaha, this thread = winnah!

as much as i hate that song, james blunt's beautiful is worse

like seriously, what a loser

I also hate that song, and the slut that sings it.

i feel a revolution in the air at your mums house.

james blunt aka crying bitch music is painful anyone who bought the album should cut their testicles off already.

i get laughed at at work because i put JJJ on the radio because everyone else wants to listen to james blunt and what ever that wish i was a punkrocker s*** is.

"wahh new original music... so.. un..familiar quick put nova back on, we're missing out on some james blunt!!"

and another thing

why the f*** is that "I want to write your name on my t-shirt right about now" s*** still being broadcast. I mean are people just pretending not to hear it whenever it comes on?

its f***ing retarded

s***ty melody, s***ty cheezy-ass lyrics.

die u c***ING WHORE

s*** song for sure.

Original poster knows the lyics too well and has too much time on his hands to analyse it.

not using the clutch ?

I drive an auto while listening to that song

haha Stu, nice work.

There really is too much good music still being made to pay that much attention to the ones that suck though :)

I thought it was pretty dumb work =]

songs are typically personal, and/or portrayals and most importantly, not usually meant to be a concise and completely objective statement. if that's what you're expecting, try a decent encylopedia

fancy getting so worked up over some dumb lyrics which are clearly someone's point of view and by no means attempting to tell us that our own point of view is wrong

hey, don't get me started on pink floyd lyrics jim

Nobody's come up with a new priest and a rabbi joke in like thirty years. Ya know? I mean, okay, ah, umm. Priest and a rabbi go, go onto the supermarket, and, uh, the priest wants to buy a ham. And the rabbi says, "Ah, I can't eat it. It's forbidden." Couldn't eat it. Not allowed, pigs are like superheroes to them. Is it perfect? No, but I, I don't see you coming up with anything.

Fut the shuck up Jackas.

i'm with the poster, there's nothing behind these
lyrics - just some bitch whining and adding to
the worlds problems

best lyrics ever:

All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

I've always prefered:

You are drunk and surly
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
We've broken the code
I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
She's not my possession
You c***.
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Octoped, you've got six hands too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf
I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession
You c***.
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Ow!
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er
Get your hands off my woman motherf***er

But that's just me.

hey check it out jim is whinging about me whinging about some stupid bitch whinging about life. cool.

no u r


nef, I think you should get started on pink floyd lyrics

into the bin!

coldplay sucks

guitars sucks

Much lol at this thread.

If u don't like the song, don't listen to it. Quit your whining though kids; it's worse than the song.

Hah... i've never heard this song but I think the lyrics that you transcribed are awesome, and you are the dumb f*** c*** rag for taking them so literally;)

Here are the best lyrics ever

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think you're special whats behind your back
So turn around and ill pick up the slack.
Take em' to the bridge

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
Take em' to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast
Take em' to the bridge

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
Take em' to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys watch while I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact

Take em' to the chorus

[Chorus]

never heard the song before... the advantages of not listening to commercial radio :D but the first line pornopete transcribed is laughably stupid... punk rockers with flowers in their hair? spit maybe! but no real punk is gonna have flowers in thier hair! thats crazy hippytalk :P

Agreed with OP - and was actually talking about this at lunch yesterday with some work buds, saying how much that f***ing song irritates me and builds up enough anger that I want to slam that hoes face into her hippy weed pots.

PS, best lyrics ever;

So f***ing what!

Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've been there
I've been every f***ing where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little c***

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

Well, I've f***ed the queen, I've f***ed Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what
And I've f***ed a sheep, I've f***ed a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little f***

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

And I've drunk that, I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
I've had skag, I've had speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little c***

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

A-hahaha!

Yeah!

I've had crabs, I've had lice
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what, so what
I've f***ed this, I've f***ed that
I've even f***ed a school girl's twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little f***

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

So f***ing what!
Yeah

Am I Evil? by Metallica (Diamond Head originally)

My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried
Take her down now, don't want to see her face
All blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace
Twenty-seven, everyone was nice
Gotta see 'em make 'em pay the price
See their bodies out on the ice Take my time

Am I evil? Yes, I am Am I evil? I am man, yes, I am

As I watched my mother die, I lost my head
Revenge now I sought, to break with my bread
Taking no chances, you come with me
I'll split you to the bone, help set you free

Am I evil? Yes, I am Am I evil? I am man, yes, I am, ooh

On with the action now, I'll strip your pride
I'll spread your blood around, I'll see you ride
Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat
Like a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet

Am I evil? Yes, I am Am I evil? I am man

I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fire
You can come with me, sweet desire
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home

Am I evil? Yes, I am Am I evil? I am man

My soul is longing for, await my heir
Sent to avenge my mother, sweep myself
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home

Am I evil? Yes, I am Am I evil? I am man
Am I evil? Yes, I f***ing am
Am I evil? I am man, yeah

MOST BIGGEST EVILIST MOTHERf***ER EVER OK.

Man now I really I wish I am a Punk Rocker

never heard the song before... the advantages of not listening to commercial radio

ain't that the truth! And yes JT - sexy back = best lyrics eva!

It annoys me simply that she's talking about s*** she has no idea about. If that song was sung by say, my grandmother (who for the record is dead) I might let it play but ffs NO! It's like Avril f***ing Lavinge (sp) playing "punk" rock... you've gotta be f***ing joking.

Nine Inch Nails - Closer lyrics... watch the heads turn.

Nah, these are best lyrics ever:

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I,"You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

i like JT and his good time lyrics

Nah, these are best lyrics ever:

/puts on Nevermore version
/realises it's less then a week away
/dies

There's a nevermore version? I don't know who nevermore are, but they must be cool if they cover this song.

Well it's a complete 180... metal, but it really rocks, get it.

simon n garfunkel are 'cool' now? i missed the memo :P

word to paul simon

A song that really s***s me at the moment is black fingernails, red wine.

I use to like Eskimo Joe, but that song is f***ing ass. So is Sarah.

With nonsense lyrics like the following.

Sarah
Won't you tell me your name?

You f***ing know her name, it is SARAH.

maybe it is a false name or something

this song is the best!

Ninja Rap - Vanilla Ice

YO! It’s the green machine -- Gonna rock the town without bein’ seen
Have you ever seen a turtle Get Down? -- Slammin’ Jammin’ to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let’s move -- Vanilla is here with the new Jack Groove
Gonna rock, and roll this place -- With the power of the ninja turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I’m not playin’ -- Devistate the show while the turtles are sayin:

Chorus:
Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP!
GO GO GO
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja. GO; Go Ninja, Go ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO

Lyrics, fill in the gap -- Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP
Feel it, if you know what I mean -- Give it up for those heroes in green
Just flowin, smooth with the power -- Kickin’ it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there’s only one winner -- You better aim good so you can hit the center
In it to win it, with a team of four -- Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore it’s the:

Chorus

Villians, you better run and hide -- Because one day you might not slide
Choose your weapon but don’t slip -- Vanilla’s in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin’ the crowd the way it should be rocked -- With the Miami drop that you like alot
Hittin like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in -- You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong -- Fightin’ all the crooks until they’re all out cold

Vanilla ice... lawl

These are also some of the best lyrics ever:

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

Ara: QFT. Eskimo's last album was good, this one is rats.

why do so many people mistake jest and satire for whinging? well, genuine whinging... meh

for example, shaun mccallef's (spelling?) 'High Horse" segment on the mccallef show... awesome. you could hardly call it 'whinging'

song rules, don't deny it.

NUKED: whoop's s*** post out.of.synch.-.and.totally.gay

holy s*** that song is annoying

also, these are the best lyrics ever WITHOUT A DOUBT:

What's up man hey yo what's up
Yeah what's goin' on here
Sick an' tired of five-oh runnin' up on the block here
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo Snow they came around here lookin' for you the other day
Word word bust it

Informer you no say daddy me Snow me I'll go blame
A licky boom boom down
Detective mon said daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky Boom Boom Down.

Police them come an' now they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So then they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on me reach my destination
When the destination reached it was the east detention
Where them whipped down me pants looked up me bottom so

Bigger they are they think they have more power
They're on the phone me say that on (every) hour
Me for want to use it once an' now me call me lover
Lover who I'll be callin is the one Tammy
An' me love her in me heart down to my belly
Yes me daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly
As the one MC Shan an' the one daddy Snow
Together we-a love 'em as a Tor-Na-Do

Listen for me you better listen for me now (x2)
When me rockin' the microphone me rock it steady
Yes sir daddy me Snow me are the article don
But in the in an' the out of a dance them they say where you come from
People them say you come from Jamaica
But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know
Pure black people mon that's all I mon know
Yeah me shoes are tear up an' me toes used to show
Where me born in on the one Toronto so

Come with a nice young lady.
Intelligent yes she's gentle an' irie
Everywhere me go me never left her at all
Yes its daddy Snow me are the roam dance mon
Roam between a dancin' in a in a nation-a
You never know say daddy me Snow me are the Boom Shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box
Yes say me Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at the top so

Why would he

Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl
Police knock my door lick up my pal
Rough me up an' I can't do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station black up my hands
Trail me down 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman
What I'm gonna do I'm backed an' I'm trapped
Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap
They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer
But Shan won't turn informer

without a doubt in your mind maybe

Hm, that song is so Emo 101. It's so vanilla and paint-by-numbers. Chick has a niceish voice though.

Also, you're all wrong and are f*****s for not saying these are the best lyrics of all time:

Its nine oclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Theres an old man sitting next to me
Makin love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
Im not really sure how it goes
But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
Sing us a song, youre the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And youve got us feelin alright

Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But theres someplace that hed rather be
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well Im sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But its better than drinkin alone

Chorus

Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin here?

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Rulti,Rulti,amen vafan.
Amen för fan killar,var är ni nånstans?
Varför kom ni inte och hjälpte mig?
Jag va helt själv mot 3 hous ju.
Men lol,hur fan skulle det gå till?
Du springer fan 1000 gånger snabbare än oss,
vi har inte en chans att komma dit innan du är död,fatta nu.
Men ni får ju hänga med lite.
Ni såg ju hur jag sprang på nayts ju.
Men hallå,vi kan inte titta på dig hela tiden.
Snacka med oss i vent istället.
Jaja,men jag blinka ju på kartan
Äh,skit samma,det går ju fan inte o spela med det här lagget.
Äh men kom igen nu för fan,sluta whina.
Vi drar hem nu och så helar och sen så pushar vi mitt okej?
Jag har min Rulti redo
Ja min kuk är ute också.
Åh,palla detta.

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å pushar på å smeker,
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Jonas,det är mat nu.
Avisst,jag kommer.
Jag ska bara spela klart matchen.
Det är det enda ni gör på dagarna,
ni sitter vid det där Ventrilo och spelar dota.
ÅH HAHAHAHAHA.

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å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å pushar på å smeker,
med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DOTA
å springer runt å creepar,
och motståndet vi sleepar

Lol, Basshunter FTW

jim with yet another serious reply to a joke comment

dice with yet another serious reply to a joke comment

what you just said better have been a joke comment, otherwise your retarted and basht @ nxt

What a f***ing s*** song. Just grabbed a opy then and stopped it about a minute in. I don't listen to commercial radio but I can only imagine B105 playing that a fair bit.

Post limit for dice pls. kthnxbai!

Oh Jim

Basshunter is the tits.

http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/story/0,23663,20708223-36557,00.html



Already posted the original post to the comments.

Eye on the TV
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor
It happens to be

Like:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea
then kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story.
It's no fun til someone dies

Don't look me at like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child,
Watches him die.

Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?!"

Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit,
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Writers to stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain, come down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)

Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out.
Your head believes it, give a listen.
I shouldn't have to say it all again

The universe is hostile
So impossible
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...

We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.

sifnt

Glorious euphoria
Is my must
Erotic shock
Is a function of lust
Temporarily blind
Dimensions to discover
In time
Each into the other
Uncontrollable notes
From her snowwhite throat
Fill a space
In which two bodies float
Operatic by voice
A fanatic by choice
Aromatic is the flower
She must be moist

that is a great song makaveli, but it's got nothing on:

humpty dumpty sat on a wall
humpty dumpty had a great fall
all the king's horses and all the king's men
couldn't put humpty together again

interesting , however...

last night i saw apon the stair
a little man who was not there
he was not there again today
i wish that man would go away

Agree with joanna, American Pie > *

sifnt The Bittorrent Song:

Sarah
Won't you tell me your name?

You f***ing know her name, it is SARAH.

ROFL!

Hate that punk rocker chick. I hope she dies and we dont have to hear any more of her s*** music.

Buenas Tardes Amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black
I looked at every fiesta
For you I wanted to greet
Maybe I'd sell you a chicken
With poison interlaced with the meat
You...you look like my brother
Mama loved him the best
He was head honcho with the ladies
Mama always said he was blessed
The village all gathered around him
They couldn't believe what they saw
I said it was you that had killed him
And that I'd find you and upstand the law
The people of the village believed me
Mama...she wanted revenge
I told her that I'd see that she was honored
I'd find you and put you to death

So now...now that I've found you
On this such a joyous day
I tell you it was me who killed him
But the truth I'll never have to say
Buenas tardes amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again

Needs the accent to truely appreciate the words. Especially on 'Chicken'.

I like these, coz I like sleeping.

Last week i had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was never any mystery on who shot john f kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
And became famous on that day in november

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in

And then last night i had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
People thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in november

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
(now we can swim any day in november)
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping

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