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[maheem]

It's a lazy afternoon And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view But us two It's a lazy afternoon And the farmer leaves his reaping And the meadow cows are sleeping And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream As we dream A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill Unfolding like a rose If you hold my hand and sit real still You can hear the grass as it grows It's a hazy afternoon And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot And there's no one passing by it to see Come spend this lazy afternoon with me

[jms_uk]

Jimmy, you know my love is trueAnd Davy, you know I love only youAnd Mitchie, you give meaning to every dayAnd Nathan, hold on I got somethin' to sayMenfolk they need their womenBut women don't need their menLadies can walk away grinnin'But guys act surprisedI thought I was your manWhy'd you leave me babyWell sir here's a maybeMaybe it's because we can"what the hell do you mean?"Well for instanceYou get a one you want twofold"and what else?"You're a fiend, you're tight-fistedGot no moral molarsShrug your shouldersSell your soul to get your goldBut hey hey heyThat ain't nothin' to do with youYou're a sensitive Joe I'm forgettin'But every woman knowsIt's a pose, just a poseYou're preenin' in your armchairAnd I'm steamin' at your kneeGo on pontificatin' like I carePeter Lorrie, then a story about AC/DCHarvard-educated, frustrated dictatorTyrant with a PhD"what the hell do you mean?"Well for instanceYou have started every war"and what else?"You're obscene, a coincidenceGet your pornos from Time WarnerWho is fornicatin' foreign shoresBut hey hey heyThat ain't nothin' to do with youYou're a sensitive Joe, I'm forgettin'But every woman knowsIt's a pose, just a poseSammy, oh let me put away the kettleOh no honeyYour arrogance is what makes you specialAnd Manny, of courseWhen you leave you are missedFellas can't you see I'm pissedTryin' to enjoy my readin'But you insist on interpretin' textOh go on fuck off I'm pleadin'Every sentence is a pretext for sex sex sex sexGod you went to OxfordHead still in your boxersBut you're male so what should I expect?"what the hell do you mean?"Well for instanceYou've committed every rape"and what else?"I won't heed your insistenceMr. copulatin' populatin' masturbatin' denigratin'Birth of a Nation instigatin' violator of my escapeBut hey hey hey, that ain't nothin' to do with youYou're a sensitive Joe, I'm forgettin'But every woman knowsIt's a pose, just a poseHeaven knowsThe world's your hoBut she's gettin' too oldFor your poseOh, there she goes

[voja i]

_{sons of the silent agestand on platforms, blank looks and notebookssit in back rows of city limitslay in bed, coming and going on easy termssons of the silent agepace their rooms like a cell's dimensionsrise for a year or two then make warsearch through their one inch thoughtsthen decide it couldn't be donebaby, i'll never let you goall i see is all i knowlet's take another way down(sons of sound and sounds of sound)baby, baby, i'll never let you downi can't stand another soundlet's find another way in(sons of sound and sounds of sound)sons of the silent agelisten to tracks by sam therapy and king dicesons of the silent agepick up in bars and cry only oncesons of the silent agemake love only once but dream and dreamdon't walk, they just glide in and out of lifethey never die, they just go to sleep one daybaby, i won't ever let you goall i see is all i knowlet's take another way down(sons of sound and sounds of sound)oh baby, baby, babyi won't ever let you downi can't stand another soundlet's find another way in(sons of sound and sounds of sound)(sons of sound and sounds of sound)baby, baby, baby fire away!}

[čekmeže]

OperationI went to see a rabbibut despite his adviseI want an operationI will not father lifeoperation, operationsnip & tie, snip & tiethey send me to a preachera really toughtful guyhe said my idea's crazyI shouldn't even trythis operation, operationsnip & tie, snip & tiebut i've just seen a surgeonand with a knife he cutI cannot bring you childrenthis world is such a rutoperation, operationsnip & tie, snip & tieI had an operationa statement of our timesthey tied my balls togetherwhat's inside is not alive

[čekmeže]

Lights OutThere's nothing more you can leave behindSo forget about seeing, get into your mindEverything looks better when the world is blackGrab a fork, make the first attackLights out!Poke poke, poke your eyes outLights out!Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes outI can't see too well, what's it all about?Well I dunno man, did you poke your eyes out?Sure thing, I did it today, it's time to get hip to the lights out wayLights out!Poke poke, poke your eyes outLights out!Let 'em drop on the floor and roll all aboutIf you poke too far you'll reach the front of your brainFork in your mind can drive you insane!Don't worry much, just let 'em rip, and donate your eyeballs do the lights out tripLights out!Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes outLights out!Poke poke, poke your eyes outLights out!Put an ax in your head, poke your eyes out!strip

Edited July 26, 2009 by Hartmann

[maheem]

IMAO SAM DESET ZENAImao sam deset zena,Sviju snadje smrt,Primio ih dragi Allah,U zeleni vrt.Prva mi je dobra bila,Kao bijel dan,A druga se objesila,Gore na tavan!Treca mi je, dragi moj,Jela crni luk,A cetvrtu mi na Trebevic',Razderao vuk!Petu mi je, dragi moj,Prevario loz (?),A sestu mi na Ilidzi,Pregazio voz!Sedmu mi je, dragi moj,Odnio vrag,A osmu mi pod jezikom,Udario slag!Deveta je svadjalica,Svadja svaki dan,A s desetom sta je bilo,Ni ja ne znam sam!

[čekmeže]

ŠminkeriOblačiti se lijepoI čist da budešKošulje presvlačitiNoge prati, auKo vas jebe šminkeriA to je takoKod šminkera našihNjima je to lijepoPa neka im i bude, auKo vas jebe šminkeriCipele kupovatiLakirane na špricI mozgove prekrajatiSvaki drugi dan, auKo vas jebe šminkeriNije dobroIz razloga mnogihLove ti trebaI previše si lijep, auKo vas jebe šminkeri

[Indy]

It is for she that the cherry bleeds That the moon is steeped in mild and blood That i steal like a robber From her altar of love O money lender! O clover gender! I am the fiend hid in her skirts And it's as hot as hell in here Coming at her as I am from above Hard on for love hard on for love Hard on for love hard on for love Well, I swear I seen that girl before Like she walked straight outa the book of Leviticus But they can stone me with stones I don't care Just as long as I can get to kiss Those gypsy lips! Gypsy lips! My aim is to hit this Miss And I'm moving in (I'm moving in) Coming at her like Lazarus from above Hard on for love hard on for love Hard on for love hard on for love The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want But he ledeth me like a lamb to the lips Of the mouth of the valley of the shadow of death I am his rod and his staff I am his sceptre and shaft And she is heaven and hell At whose gates I ain't been delivered I'm gonna give the gates a shove Hard on for love hard on for love Hard on for love hard on for love And her breasts rise and fall Breast rise and fall Breast rise and fall Breast rise and fall And just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her You are beautiful! O dove! Hard on for love hard on for love Hard on for love hard on for love Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Her breasts rise and fall Her breasts rise and fall Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Hard on for love hard on for love Hard on for love hard on for love

stanovita Nina iz Sidneja. Nije Miss već Mrs, ali what the hell... Nick je sve rek'o

[Gonzo]

a baš se malopre zapitao ko ti je cica u profile pic.. Like she walked straight outa the book of Leviticus

[čekmeže]

Moderacijo, Gonzo koristi Momčila

[Töölönlahti]

The letters pile up in the hallwayJunk mail and bills from the cataloguesAnd the neighbours have guessed 'cos I've cancelled the milkAnd they don't hear your voice through the walls anymoreHow is your life today?I was kissed on the cheek by a cold mouthWhile the taxi was waiting like a getaway carEach second seems like a lifetimeAnd the cat it's been staring at me all this timeHow is your life today?

[ParaPsycho]

nightmare of you - why am i always rightYou were sickened at the vowing of silenceI was taken by a permenant highTwo lovers all you turned on how romanticNever need a guilotine to get you off my mindYou were swept up in the buzz of a marriageI was secretly hoping one of us might dieA close call would have ended up with the carriageLets call it extra lets call it whyYour just like your dad, supriseYou don't only share his eyesIt's the truth thats in your handsIt's a knack for telling awful liesWhy am I always right?As you slept away the day in my bedroomI found a criminal use for a pillowI love you terribly I swear that this is trueBut I just can't stop my hands from somthering youI skipped town on a flight to your cityThere I crept up to your lovers windowHe poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchenI took that aim and then I let it blowYour just like your dad, supriseYou don't only share his eyesIt's the truth thats in your handsIt's a knack for telling awful liesYour just like your dad, supriseYou don't only share his eyesIt's the truth thats in your handsIt's a knack for telling awful liesWhy am I always right?Stick a fork in a socketDo what you likeJust make sure that I'm far out of your lifeTake an axe to your fingersCarve your eyesCut out your tounge and we'll call this a tieCut out your lying tounge and we'll call this a tieYour just like your dad, supriseYou don't only share his eyesYour just like your dad, supriseYou don't only share his eyesIt's the truth thats in your handsIt's a knack for telling awful liesIt's the truth thats in your handsIt's a knack for telling awful liesIt's the truth thats in your handsIt's a knack for telling awful liesWhy am I always right?

[jms_uk]

John you've been on the go ever since you were born and Iimagine few people in the world today have travelled as muchas you have. Now why?Well I dunno.I suppose some of us are cave dwellers, some of us live in houses, some of us like to be loose footed.I'm a ramblin' man.I'm a ramblin' man.ParisTibetSydneyNaxosRangoonRotterdamRunctonThe Cayman IslandsMalawiMauritiusHaight-AshburyPatagoniaKingstonKentish TownCodringtonKoh SamuiFelixstoweFingrinhoeValmorelThe North PoleBrixtonAntwerpGujaratPrawleUgandaShenningtonSudburySri LankaEcuadorEdinburghStockholmAbu DhabiLexingtonLindosTokyoHarlemIpanemaNicosiaGranadaSan JoseDamascusMandalaySan FrandiscoAtlantisAdelaideAngmeringArumpoAmsterdamNew YorkKabulRwandaKyotoManchesterPragueMendhurstTorontoMadridMelbourneDublinDakarBostonOsloTootingBelfastBotswanaTongaRayburnI'm a ramblin' manAnd you're going to keep on rambling?Oh yes, he he, have to.

[KristinaS]

Don't go changing, to try and please me,You never let me down before,Don't imagine, you're too familiar,And I don't see you anymore.I would not leave you, in times of trouble,We never could have come this far,I took the good times, I'll take the bad times,I'll take you just the way you are.Don't go trying, some new fashion,Don't change the colour of your hair,You always have my, unspoken passion,Although I might not seem to care.I need to know that you will always beThe same old someone that I knew,What will it take till you believe in me,The way that I believe in you?I said I love you, and that's forever,And this I promise from the heart,I couldn't love you, any better,I love you just the way you are.I don't want clever, conversation,I never want to work that hard,I just want someone, that I can talk to,I want you just the way you are.

[Indy]

CLEANING WINDOWS by VAN MORRISONOh, the smell of the bakery from across the streetGot in my noseAs we carried our ladders down the streetWith the wrought-iron gate rowsI went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-breakBought five woodbines at the shop on the cornerAnd went straight back to work.Oh, Sam was up on topAnd I was on the bottom with the VWe went for lemonade and Paris bunsAt the shop and broke for teaI collected from the ladyAnd I cleaned the fanlight inside-outI was blowing saxophone on the weekendIn that down joint.What's my line?I'm happy cleaning windowsTake my timeI'll see you when my love growsBaby don't let it slideI'm a working man in my primeCleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)I heard Leadbelly and Blind LemonOn the street where I was bornSonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,Muddy Waters singin' Im a rolling stoneI went home and read my Christmas Humphrey's book on ZenCuriosity killed the catKerouac's Dharma Bums and On the roadWhat's my line?I'm happy cleaning windowsTake my timeI'll see you when my love growsBaby don't let it slideI'm a working man in my primeCleaning windows...----------------Now playing: Van Morrison - Cleaning Windowsvia FoxyTunes