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Post by shaggy on May 14, 2006 10:18:24 GMT
I am well versed in the song lyric writing thing and here is a song what I wrote awhile back. Sit back and enjoy a masterpiece of creative thinking. Thank you....ahem (clears throat)
Hey you there, welcome to the partyyyyyy, Yeah come in a grab yourself a beer spin a disc or two on the death deck bro' and spread a little cheer
All right, oh yeah
Huh, I'm a feeling kinda hot babe I wanna sing and daaaaannce Swing it left and right momma Something's moving in pants, oh yeah
(guitar solo) lots of fret shredding and whammy action
wooo-hooooooo take me home baby
It's getting kinda late now And I gotta thumping head I can feel my beer returning Gonna throw up in the shed
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Post by shaggy on May 14, 2006 10:27:00 GMT
currently I love the song Limbo on Westworld's Skin album.
Well you know its been a while I keeping letting go of things and people too Just like you Lately I really miss you Yeah I miss you all the time
basically this whole song is just so powerful lyrically and I'm sure there are times in our lives when these words just hit home.
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Post by DrRock on May 14, 2006 11:00:04 GMT
Has to be Danger Danger : Slipped Her The Big One
she moved so fast it was quite a suprise i didn't need a shove it felt so good when she took me inside she fit me like a glove- all the way around ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Alison on May 14, 2006 17:37:56 GMT
I can feel my beer returning Gonna throw up in the shed Shaggy, that is so very,very moving!!
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Post by Janette on May 14, 2006 18:37:53 GMT
Something's moving in pants, oh yeah That line has to be a classic! Love it! ;D
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Post by metalhead on May 14, 2006 20:32:50 GMT
Rime Of The Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden
All My Lovin' and Stronger Than Steel by Dan Reed Network
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Post by Liz from Cheshire on May 14, 2006 21:33:13 GMT
gotta love it... ;D
Rocky Horror Picture - Sweet Transvestite
Dr. Frank-N-Furter How do you do I see you've met my faithful handyman He's just a little brought down because When you knocked He thought you were the candyman Don't get strung out by the way I look Don't judge a book by its cover I'm not much of a man by the light of day But by night I'm one hell of a lover I'm just a sweet transvestite From Transexual, Transylvania
Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound You look like you're both pretty groovy Or if you want something visual That's not too abysmal We could take in an old Steeve Reeves movie
Brad Majors I'm glad we caught you at home Could we use your phone? We're both in a bit of a hurry
Janet Weiss Right! Brad Majors We'll just say where we are Then go back to the car We don't want to be any worry
Dr. Frank-N-Furter Well you got caught with a flat Well how 'bout that Well babies don't you panic By the light of the night It'll all seem alright I'll get you a Satanic mechanic I'm just a sweet transvestite From Transexual, Transylvania Why don't you stay for the night
Riff Raff Night! Dr. Frank-N-Furter Or maybe a bite Columbia Bite! Dr. Frank-N-Furter I could show you my favorite obsession I've been making a man With blonde hair and a tan And he's good for relieving my tension I'm just a sweet transvestite From Transexual, Transylvania Hit it! Hit it! I'm just a sweet transvestite
Chorus Sweet Transvestite!
Dr. Frank-N-Furter From Transexual Chorus Transylvania Dr. Frank-N-Furter So come up to the lab And see what's on the slab I see you shiver with antici...pation But maybe the rain Isn't really to blame So I'll remove the cause But not the symptom
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Post by Janette on May 14, 2006 22:04:24 GMT
I've still never got round to seeing/hearing Rocky Horror Show Wah! I feel deprived! ;D Everyone says how good it is!
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Post by Liz from Cheshire on May 14, 2006 22:15:17 GMT
"Damn it Janette"... ;D
not that you`d get that unless you`d seen the film...sorry
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Post by Breezey on May 15, 2006 6:17:41 GMT
My favourite lyrics " but it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war on our Brothers in Arms" Dire Straits- Brothers in Arms "It seems to me that colour and creed don't give us what we need Are all these wars worth fighting for When so many innocents bleed" John Young- Significance Do you get the picture? I am a pacifist at heart Imagine how much richer the world would be if we didn't spend so much money and anger fighting each other!! Make Tea not war
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Post by Boatman on May 15, 2006 12:00:57 GMT
Make Tea not war I'll drink to that Breezey!
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Post by shaggy on May 15, 2006 16:57:19 GMT
can I have coffee instead cos I hate the taste of tea and even the smell of it.
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Post by Nick from Cheshire on May 15, 2006 17:23:37 GMT
can I have coffee instead cos I hate the taste of tea and even the smell of it. Yeah, coffee for me too please. White and 2 sugars. Thanks ;D
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Post by Janette on May 15, 2006 17:53:24 GMT
Coffee please Black. No sugar. No milk. No caffeine. ;D Altho I do like a cuppa char in bed at the weekends! That is the *only* time I drink tea! I don't like the way anyone else makes it, altho of course I haven't tasted a 'Tea Lady' brew yet! Fairly cheesey lyric of the day: "My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel" Cheesey but fun! ;D Bless Justin's little cottons Some of Poison's lyrics are awful tho aren't they? ;D Don't get me wrong, I love Poison, but all the lyrics about "give me all you got, girl you're so hot blah blah" well, they ain't gonna win any lyrical content prizes........ ;D Again, funny tho
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Post by Boatman on May 15, 2006 19:03:49 GMT
I do like a cuppa char in bed at the weekends! That is the *only* time I drink tea! I don't like the way anyone else makes it, altho of course I haven't tasted a 'Tea Lady' brew yet! Well, all this talking about tea reminded me of a fun song Caravan did! GOLF GIRL Standing on a golf course Dressed in P.V.C. I chanced upon a Golf Girl Selling cups of tea She asked me did I want one Asked me with a grin For three pence you can buy one Full right to the brim So of course I had to have one In fact I ordered three So I could watch the Golf Girl Could see she fancied me And later on the golf course After drinking tea It started raining golf balls And she protected me Her name was Pat And we sat under a tree She kissed me We go for walks In fine weather All together On the golf course We talk in morse
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