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Lurch
04-13-2006, 11:53 AM
A glass of wine in her hand.

Lurch
04-13-2006, 11:54 AM
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StcChief
04-13-2006, 11:56 AM
http://www.lyricsdomain.com/18/rolling_stones/you_cant_always_get_what_you_want.html

I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

Donger
04-13-2006, 11:58 AM
Underneath her skin and jewelry,
hidden in her words and eyes
is a wall that's cold and ugly
and she's scared as hell.
Trembling at the thought of feeling.
Wide awake and keeping distance.
Nothing seems to penetrate her.
She's scared as hell.

I am frightened to.

Wide awake
and keeping distance from my soul.
I am scared like you.

Lurch
04-13-2006, 12:08 PM
Thanks for indulging me.....that song's been stuck in my head ALL morning. Funny thing is, I haven't grown tired of it yet.

You Can't Always Get What You Want Lyrics

by Rolling Stones

I saw her today at a receptionA glass of wine in her handI knew she would meet her connectionAt her feet was her footloose manNo, you can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantAnd if you try sometime you findYou get what you needI saw her today at the receptionA glass of wine in her handI knew she was gonna meet her connectionAt her feet was her footloose manYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you might findYou get what you needOh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...And I went down to the demonstrationTo get my fair share of abuseSinging, "We're gonna vent our frustrationIf we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"Sing it to me now...You can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes well you just might findYou get what you needOh baby, yeah, yeah!I went down to the Chelsea drugstoreTo get your prescription filledI was standing in line with Mr. JimmyAnd man, did he look pretty illWe decided that we would have a sodaMy favorite flavor, cherry redI sung my song to Mr. JimmyYeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"I said to himYou can't always get what you want, no!You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)You can't always get what you want (no)But if you try sometimes you just might findYou get what you needOh yes! Woo!You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!Oh yeah!I saw her today at the receptionIn her glass was a bleeding manShe was practiced at the art of deceptionWell I could tell by her blood-stained handsYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you just might findYou just might findYou get what you needYou can't always get what you want (no, no baby)You can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you just might findYou just might findYou get what you need, ah yes...

Chief Chief
04-13-2006, 12:10 PM
She loves you...yeah, yeah, yeah...she loves you...yeah, yeah, yeah...with a love like that, you know you should be glad...

StcChief
04-13-2006, 01:08 PM
She loves you...yeah, yeah, yeah...she loves you...yeah, yeah, yeah...with a love like that, you know you should be glad...
Da do do do...

Lurch
04-13-2006, 01:30 PM
She loves you...yeah, yeah, yeah...she loves you...yeah, yeah, yeah...with a love like that, you know you should be glad...

I DESPISE the Beatles. They were to the 60s what the Bee Gees were to the 70s.

sedated
04-13-2006, 01:42 PM
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
Weíll miss him.
Weíre gonna miss him

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you werenít afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Donít cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
Weíll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
Weíll miss him.
Weíre gonna miss him

No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and i
Swallowed his facade cuz Iím so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Donít you ****iní lie.

Donít you step out of line.
Donít you ****iní lie.

Youíve claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your ****in cross.
We need the ****iní space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies.
Goodbye...

StcChief
04-13-2006, 01:54 PM
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
Weíll miss him.
Weíre gonna miss him

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you werenít afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Donít cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
Weíll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
Weíll miss him.
Weíre gonna miss him

No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and i
Swallowed his facade cuz Iím so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Donít you ****iní lie.

Donít you step out of line.
Donít you ****iní lie.

Youíve claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your ****in cross.
We need the ****iní space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies.
Goodbye...

What/Who is this?? Someone soon to be/or already forgotten?

and what does that have to do with the thread.

Donger
04-13-2006, 01:55 PM
What/Who is this?? Someone soon to be/or already forgotten?

and what does that have to do with the thread.

ROFL

Lurch
04-13-2006, 02:45 PM
What/Who is this?? Someone soon to be/or already forgotten?

and what does that have to do with the thread.

Tool, Eulogy....I believe. Pretty good actually. More late PM music though. Not Happy Hour.

Donger
04-13-2006, 02:46 PM
Tool, Eulogy....I believe. Pretty good actually. More late PM music though. Not Happy Hour.

Peh. My alarm clock plays Tool.

Lurch
04-13-2006, 02:48 PM
Peh. My alarm clock plays Tool.

Hell. You must sing Ozzy in the shower then.

StcChief
04-13-2006, 02:50 PM
My Tools are in the garage.

Lurch
04-13-2006, 02:52 PM
My Tools are in the garage.
Think I saw that as part of a double feature at the Old Chelsea one year....that blonde milf got drilled.

StcChief
04-13-2006, 03:16 PM
Think I saw that as part of a double feature at the Old Chelsea one year....that blonde milf got drilled.
ROFL ROFL ROFL

Chief Chief
04-17-2006, 12:37 AM
She came in through the bathroom window...protected by a silver spoon...

StcChief
04-17-2006, 07:22 AM
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders....

http://www.stevesbeatles.com/songs/she_came_in_through_the_bathroom_window.asp

andoman
04-17-2006, 08:19 AM
I DESPISE the Beatles. They were to the 60s what the Bee Gees were to the 70s.

How you can compare the Beatles to the Bee Gees, much less the 70's Bee Gees, is incomprehensible. I don't see what was so good about 60's music that the Beatles don't compare.