THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: Fresh Prince on October 27, 2009, 06:10:46 PM
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"By the way, I need more than sex to nourish my equilibrium, but I do need sex..." :lol
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I was listening to The Queen is Dead this morning and was thinking about how much I love the line in Bigmouth Strikes Again that goes, "now I know how Joan of Arc felt, as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her Walk Man started to melt".
This whole thread could be about Morrissey, though, and that isn't even really one of his best.
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Or hip hop lyrics. I like, 'Why do I smile. At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?'. So succinct.
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Hail Mary, Mother of God. Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my ipod.
XXXXXX learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod. Staff of Moses. Pharaoh knows it. Son, my word is my bond.
Tune my heart with mind. Speak my nature: Divine. With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9. Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time. Ancient XXXXXXX align! Path of Cosmic Design. Blood of kings ‘cause Saturn’s rings don’t need no diamonds to shine. Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented divine. Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky.
:rock Saul
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I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
Nas :bow
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I have no idea what the song is called, this one song always comes on the radio during my commute where a guy sings "I'm commander and chief of my pimps flying high". I crack up every time I hear it.
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I saw my funeral that day
I know who didn't show to mourn
My judgment was life in hell
Pillars of pain and thorns
My only friends the goat
With 666 between his horns
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Ahora sin remordimientos ni disculpas
ni una mala excusa que dar para olvidar
la conciencia tranquila
una paz profunda
a mi modo he dado todo lo que soy
:bow Bunbury.
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Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves
Face, breast, hips, and thighs
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes
Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me
Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky
Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there
Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go
There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life's reason why
The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die
The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...
I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands
I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.
All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breast of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again
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No I'm not a Jonas, brother I'm a grownup
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones
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Goldaline my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine
It's hard to isolate one section on the Aeroplane album 'cause it's all so weirdly profound in its own unique way.
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This is no great illusion
When I'm with you I'm looking for a ghost
Or invisible reasons
To fall out of love and run screaming from our home
Because we live in a house of mirrors
We see our fears in everything
Our songs, faces, and second hand clothes
But more and more we're suffering
Not nobody, not a thousand beers
Will keep us from feeling so all alone
But you are what you love
And not what loves you back
That's why I'm here on your doorstep
Pleading for you to take me back
The phone is a fine invention
It allows me to talk endlessly to you
About nothing disguising my intentions
Which I'm afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue
It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band
The heart attacks I'm convinced I have
Every morning upon waking
To you I'm a symbol or a monument
Your rite of passage to fufillment
But I'm not yours for the taking
But you are what you love
And not what loves you back
So I guess that's why you keep calling me back
I'm fraudulent, a thief at best
A coward who paints a bullshit canvas
Things that will never happen to me
But at arms length, it's Tim who said
I'm good at it, I've mastered it
Avoiding, avoiding everything
But you are what you love, Tim
And not what loves you back
And I'm in love with illusions
So saw me in half
I'm in love with tricks
So pull another rabbit out of your hat
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Look at my horse; my horse is amazing.
Give it a lick.
MMMmm! It tastes just like raisins!
Have a stroke of its mane,
it turns into a plane,
and then it turns back again when you tug on its winky.
Oooo thats dirty!
Do you think so?
Well I better not show you where the lemonade is made -
Sweet lemonade, mmmm sweet lemonade.
Sweet lemonade, yeah sweet lemonade.
Get on my horse Ill take you round the universe -
and all the other places, too.
I think youll find that the universe pretty much covers everything.
Shut up woman, get on my horse.
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[Juicy J]
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a woosh
Told her to stop, and take a dush
While she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I bounced out and never came back
Suck a nicca dick or something [4x]
My nicca D-Magic
Said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too craby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She'll give you money, feel up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all schummy
Once had a down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back
Enjoy the sound
Lay on the cover
Always use the rubber
Till I got caught, fucking with her mother
She blamed it on me
We fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Called up the boys
Went to her house
Charged the whole place
Threw the bitch out
Police busted in
Where the niccas at
We left just in time, and never came back
Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks
Who's sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks
Made another stop
Police station
Saw a few cops
Drove by and sprayed them
Licensee tag number
A nicca said he saw
Bogus all the time
Never get caught
Slob on my Knob - Three Six Mafia
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this is why i'm hot
this is why i'm hot
this is why
this is why
this is why i'm hot
i'm hot cuz i'm fly
you ain't cuz you not
this is why
this is why
this is why i'm hot
:usacry
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If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!
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Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm.
- Shelter from the Storm, Bob Dylan
...although pretty much the whole thing is astonishing.
i mean:
"I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
or:
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
It's like Cormac McCarthy in song.
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Look at my horse; my horse is amazing.
Give it a lick.
MMMmm! It tastes just like raisins!
Have a stroke of its mane,
it turns into a plane,
and then it turns back again when you tug on its winky.
Oooo thats dirty!
Do you think so?
Well I better not show you where the lemonade is made -
Sweet lemonade, mmmm sweet lemonade.
Sweet lemonade, yeah sweet lemonade.
Get on my horse Ill take you round the universe -
and all the other places, too.
I think youll find that the universe pretty much covers everything.
Shut up woman, get on my horse.
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