Your Favourite Song Lyrics
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MysticVegeta

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 1:35 pm Post subject: Your Favourite Song Lyrics |
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Yes And Every First Letter Capitalized Is For A Purpose. So Post Your Favourite Lyrics, Let Me Start:
"I hate you hate hates etc x16
I hate you
I hate you hate hates etc x16
I thought that you had always known it
I hate you hate hates etc x16
I hate you
I hate you hate hates etc x16
that shouldn't be a huge surprise
I hate you hate hates etc x16." |
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cool dude

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 1:42 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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oh ya thats a great song lol. is that all the lyrics for the song? how is the song called i wanna hear it? |
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Mazer

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 1:48 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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Bruce: [Spoken] Hi, I'm Bruce McCulloch. I'd like to tell you about the Daves I know.
[Singing: ]
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
David Hoffman
He works in my dad's store
He's worked here for 12 years
He'll probably work here for more
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
Dave Gort
I've known since I was six
In grade eight he broke his leg
So we got drunk and sick
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
Some of them are Davids
[Dave Gort: But most of us are Daves]
They all have their own hands
But they come from different moms
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
Dave Jadiski
Man, this cat can swing
He weighs almost 50 pounds
And he delivers my paper on time
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
Dave Capisano
I hardly know him
...
[Bruce stands around, looking vaguely uncomfortable for the rest of the measure]
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
[Next two measures sung by the Daves Bruce knows: ] We are the Daves he knows, he knows
We are the Daves he knows
We are the Daves he knows, he knows
We are the Daves he knows
Some of us them are Davids
But most of us are Daves
We all have our own hands
But we come from different moms
These are the Daves I know, I know
[Daves: We are the Daves he knows, he knows]
[All: These are the Daves] |
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 2:44 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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@Coutsos: What's that song called?
@MysticVegeta: No offense, but that's the emoest song lyrics I've ever heard.
Photographs
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if It's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me |
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Cervantes

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 2:50 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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Nice, Coutsos.
Bruce Co ckburn - Call it Democracy wrote:
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor
Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom
Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament --
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology
North South East West
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery
IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution
IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
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timmytheturtle
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 2:51 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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This is my theme song...well not quite. But it is were I got my name.
Timmytheturtle by Nofx
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
He sang for The Grim
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
He sang for The Grim
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
To slow, is how that turtle go
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
He's out of his shell
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
He's Timmy the Turtle
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
He's out of his shell
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
To slow, is how that turtle go |
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MysticVegeta

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:26 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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cool dude wrote: oh ya thats a great song lol. is that all the lyrics for the song? how is the song called i wanna hear it?
Its in japanese, its by MUCC and its called "DaiKirai" meaning "I hate you" duh?
person wrote: @MysticVegeta: No offense, but that's the emoest song lyrics I've ever heard. Yes its an emo song |
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Mazer

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 4:45 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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person wrote: @Coutsos: What's that song called?
"These are the Daves I know", I believe. |
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Mark_Tran

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:15 pm Post subject: My favourite singer: WEIRD AL YANKOVIC! |
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The following songs are by Weird Al Yankovic, my favourite singer/composer.
code: | "Eat It" (LOL version of Beat It by Michael Jackson)
How come you're always such a fussy young man
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raison Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter it it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
"I Can't Watch This" (LOL version of U Can't Touch This by MC Hammer)
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
My my my my TV makes me so bored
Makes me say, oh my lord
What is this garbage here?
Wanna cover my eyes and plug my ears
It sucks, and that's no lie
It's about as much fun as watching paint dry
Lowers my IQ one notch
And that's the reason why, uh, I can't watch
I told you homeboy... I can't watch this
Yeah, nothin' but trash and you know...
I can't watch this
Poke out my eyes, man... I can't watch this
Yo, gimme that remote control... I can't watch this
Talkin' 'bout sick shows
Tere's America's Funniest Home Videos
I can't believe my eyes
When I see the kind of stuff that wins first prize
Somebody's poor old mom
Falls down off the roof, lands right on the lawn
Face first on a rake
I hear they've got it on the seventeenth take
That's funny as a kick in the crotch
And that kind of show, uh, I can't watch
Yo, I told you... I can't watch this
Change the channel now, man... I can't watch this
Yo, pass the TV Guide here, sucker... I can't watch this
Cosby Show and Rosanne
Think I've taken 'bout as much as I can
Judge Wopner, oh my
You gotta be Rainman to like this guy
Thirtysomething is alright
If you like hearing yuppies whining all night
Can't stand Twin Peaks
Wish they'd lynch those donun-eatin' freaks
Thos Siskel & Ebert bums
Oughta go home and sit on their thumbs
That's word because you know... I can't watch this
I can't watch this
Break it down!
Here's-how-to-order-money-back-guarantee-removes-tough-stains-fast-it-tastes-more-like-fresh-peanuts-they-keep-going-and-going-don't-hate-me-because-I'm-beautiful-could-be-dandruff-our-prices-are-insaaaane!!!
Stop! Prime Time!
I'm pretty sure I'll be sick
If I have to watch another stupid pet trick
Or that guy with the real flat hair
That goes "woof woof woof" and waves his fist in the air
Or those weird talk shows
About Transsexual Nazi Eskimos
They're rude, crude and vile
Just for a minute let's flip down the dial
Flip, flip, flip... yeccch, I can't watch this
Look man... I can't watch this
I can't take this torture no more, I can't...
I can't watch this
Pay the bills, station break
Break it down!
Operators-are-standing-by-cubic-zirconium-necklace-you're-soaking-in-it-and-our-fabulous-swimsuit-issue-when-you've-got-a-headache-this-big-read-the-book-this-is-your-brain-on-drugs-I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up!!
Stop! Cable Time!
HBO and Playboy, Showtime and MTV
I might like 'em more after my lobotomy
Now why did I ever pay for this junk?
I hooked up eighty channels and each one stunk
Just brainless blood and guts, and mindless T & A
It's awful, it's putrid, it's crummy, it's stupid, gonna throw my set away
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
I can't watch this. Yeah... I can't watch this
I told you... can't watch this
Too hip, can't watch this
Get me outta here... can't watch this
"Ricky" (LOL version of Micky By Toni Basil)
R: Hey Lucy, I'm home
L: Oh Ricky, you're so fine
L: You're so fine you blow my mind
L: Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
R: Oh Lucy, you're so fine
R: You're so fine you blow my mind
R: Hey Lucy, hey Lucy
L: Oh Ricky, you're so fine
L: You play your bongos all the time
L: Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
R: Oh Lucy, you're so fine
R: How I love tyo hear you whine
R: Hey Lucy
L: Hey Ricky
L: You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right
L: You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night
L: Stop shakin' your maraccas now and just turn out the light Ricky
R: I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here
R: 'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer
R: Why don't you serve your cassarole and make them disappear Lucy
L: Oh Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do
L: You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
R: Oh Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue
R: Well, here's to you Lucy
R: I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let's babaloo Lucy
L: Hey Ricky
L: You're always playin' at the club, you never let me go
L: I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' but you always tell me no
L: Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky, wah
R: You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too
R: You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through
R: You're such a crazy redhead I just don't know what to do Lucy
L: Oh Ricky
L: What a pity, don't you understand
L: That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned
R: Oh Lucy
R: I'm the latin leader of the band
R: So here's to you Lucy
R: Let's babaloo Lucy, too Lucy
R: Everybody rumba!
R: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha |
If you have read through all that and are still here, here are the other good songs that I didn't put up:
1. Like A Surgeon (LOL version of Like a Virgin by Madonna)
2. Fat
3. Addicted To Spuds
4. Living With A Hernia
5. I Lost On Jeopardy(Hilarious)
6. Lasagna (LOL version of La Bamba by {I forgot who})
7. One More Minute
8. Dare To Be Stupid
9. Frank's 2000" TV
10. Talk Soup
11. Bedrock Anthem
12. Here's Johnny
13. Cable TV
14. The Brady Bunch
15. UHF
Ya.... Thanks for your time...  |
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MysticVegeta

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:29 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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wow dude you are crazier than me |
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Mark_Tran

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:34 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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Mystic Vegeta, did you actually read my whole post or skim through it? Oh, and please define crazy |
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Martin

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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 10:09 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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Of Montreal - Wraith Pinned to the Mist (and Other Games)
Let's have bizarre celebrations
Let's forget who forget what forget where
We'll have bizarre celebrations
I'll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare
Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antartica
Let's have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We'll have bizarre celebrations
We'll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails
Maybe I'll never die I'll just keep growing younger with you
And you'll grow younger too
now it seems too lovely to be true but I know the best things always do
let's pretend we don't exist
let's pretend we're in Antartica |
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MysticVegeta

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Boo-chan

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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 10:49 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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Adiemus by Adiemus
Ariadiamus late ariadiamus da
ari a natus late adua
A-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te la-te-a
Ariadiamus late ariadiamus da
ari a natus late adua
A-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te la-te-a
A-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la...
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la........
ah-ya-doo-ah-eh
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la.....
a-ya-doo-ah-eh...
a-ya doo a-ye
a-ya doo a-ye
****
A-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la...
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la........
ah-ya-doo-ah-eh
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la.....
a-ya-doo-ah-eh...
a-ya doo a-ye
a-ya doo a-ye
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a-ri-a-di-a-mus la-te
a-ri-a-di-a-mus da
a-i-a na-tus la-te a-du-a.
A-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te la-te-a.
A-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la...
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la........
ah-ya-doo-ah-eh
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la.....
a-ya-doo-ah-eh...
a-ya doo a-ye
a-ya doo a-ye
ya-ka-ma ya-ma-ya-ka-ya me-ma
a-ya-coo-ah-eh mena
ya-ka-ma ya-ma-ya-ka-ya me-ma
a-ya-coo-ah-eh mena
ya----ka--ma me--ah
a-ya-coo-ah-eh mena
ya----ka--ma me--ah |
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TheZsterBunny

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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:44 pm Post subject: (No subject) |
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To Ulrike M. - by: Doris Days (not Doris Day)
from: Hotel Costes vol 2 - Stephane Pompougnac
this song is interesting in that it's beautifully done, and no complete lyrics have ever been made available, ever. I've googled for hours with no success.
here's my best interpretation. it's heavily synthed & accented. also presented polyphonically. it's ambient, so the jesus reference may be misinterpretation.
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maybe time to think,
'midst the moonlight and screaming sirens
we drove a car that night, and the radio played our song
in a melodrama way, fragments of untamed firelight
and a push upon the heart, like a jesus in season
(n)ever held a trembling hand, seeking shelter in strange apartments
till the day they turned their head, and judas' soul ... nowadays
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no idea what the hell they were saying, but it sounded nice.
most of the music I listen to features voice as an instrument, not a focus. so, lyrics are almost unimportant. there are many beautiful songs without lyrics or even words.
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