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Jan 30, 2009 9:58:38 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Jan 30, 2009 9:58:38 GMT -5
so nobody is actuall saying "BANG BANG BANG BANG!"?
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Feb 1, 2009 16:14:25 GMT -5
Post by FoxtrotZero on Feb 1, 2009 16:14:25 GMT -5
No. Thats the gun firing. The CLACK sound is actually more like the Hammer being cocked, but in the video its the cash register (that goes CHACHING) being opened... Today i popped on an LP of "Beggars Banquet" by the stones, and had some Hot Dogs and a Coke. The Stones are great... Tis song might pose a minor disturbance to some highly religious peoples. It mentions the devil (in the song its him talking) so i want to mention that, but the actual song is about his story and about trying to guess his name... Title: Sympathy for The Devil Artist: Rolling Stones Album: Beggars Banquet
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all it was you and me Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy and some taste Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Those are the official lyrics. But i didn't want to get the MP3 to start and stop and hand do the lyrics (because i am currently playing an LP in the background) so they seem kind of dull. You truly realise the song is deeper if you listen to it. "Sympathy for the Devil" was written by singer Mick Jagger and guitarist Keith Richards, though the song was largely a Jagger composition.[1] In a 1995 interview with Rolling Stone, Jagger said, "I think that was taken from an old idea of Baudelaire's, I think, but I could be wrong. Sometimes when I look at my Baudelaire books, I can't see it in there. But it was an idea I got from French writing. And I just took a couple of lines and expanded on it. I wrote it as sort of like a Bob Dylan song." [1] In actuality at certain points the lyrics bear a striking resemblance to Mikhail Bulgakov's novel The Master and Margarita (see below).[2] It was Richards who suggested changing the tempo and using additional percussion, turning the folk song into a samba. Backed by an intensifying rock arrangement, the narrator, with chilling narcissistic relish, recounts his exploits over the course of human history and warns the listener: "If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste; use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste." Jagger stated in the Rolling Stone interview: "...it's a very long historical figure -- the figures of evil and figures of good -- so it is a tremendously long trail he's made as personified in this piece."[1] At the time of the release of Beggars Banquet the Rolling Stones had already raised some hackles for sexually forward lyrics such as "Let's Spend the Night Together" [5] and for allegedly dabbling in Satanism [2] (their previous album, while containing no direct Satanic references, had been titled Their Satanic Majesties Request), and "Sympathy" brought these concerns to the fore, provoking media rumours and fears among some religious groups that The Rolling Stones were devil-worshippers and a corrupting influence on youth.[2] The lyrics' focus, however, is on atrocities in the history of mankind, including wars of religion ("I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made"), the violence of the Russian Revolution of 1917 ("I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change, killed the Tsar and his ministers - Anastasia screamed in vain") and World War II ("I rode a tank, held a general's rank when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank").[6] The lyrics also refer to the assassinations of John and Robert Kennedy. The recording sessions for the track were in progress when the latter was killed, and the words were changed from "Who killed Kennedy?" to "who killed the Kennedys?"
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Feb 1, 2009 17:09:06 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 1, 2009 17:09:06 GMT -5
why did you copy a wikipedia articlke?
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Feb 1, 2009 17:42:02 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 1, 2009 17:42:02 GMT -5
Interesting, very interesting... Piece of Your Heart Contributing Artist: Natasha Bedingfield Album: Pocketful of Sunshine
I know you're trying to make me happy I know you're doing it your way, way And I don't alway make it easy To know the perfect words to say, say
If you wanna give me what I want Listen Cuz I'm gonna tell you what I need So bad If you wanna give me what I crave Hold me so I can feel your love When the craziness begins to get to me Just need a hand to hold just be that somebody It's your tenderness that's gonna make it right I want a piece of your heart not a piece of your mind When the craziness begins to get to me Just need a hand to hold just be that somebody It's your tenderness that's gonna make it right Give me a piece of your heart not a piece of your mind
You're always trying to solve the puzzle You always wanna fix what's broke, broke You keep searching through the rubble And never want to let it go, go Sometimes it feels like it's raining on the inside And all the things that I'm trying I don't get it right And sometimes yeah I fall but I get up It takes a while but I get there in my own time
If you wanna give me what I want Listen Cuz I'm gonna tell you what I need So bad If you wanna give me what I crave Hold me so I can feel your love When the craziness begins to get to me Just need a hand to hold just be that somebody It's your tenderness that's gonna make it right I want a piece of your heart not a piece of your mind When the craziness begins to get to me Just need a hand to hold just be that somebody It's your tenderness that's gonna make it right Give me a piece of your heart not a piece of your mind
Love is a very wide open door You can go through every time you want more Why do I feel like the glass is half full? When I've got enough of it to fill a swimming pool
Listen Cuz I'm gonna tell you what I need So bad If you wanna give me what I crave Hold me so I can feel your love When the craziness begins to get to me Just need a hand to hold just be that somebody It's your tenderness that's gonna make it right I want a piece of your heart not a piece of your mind When the craziness begins to get to me Just need a hand to hold just be that somebody It's your tenderness that's gonna make it right Give me a piece of your heart not a piece of your mind
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Feb 1, 2009 17:46:29 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 1, 2009 17:46:29 GMT -5
uhh, why do you keep posting the same songs
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Feb 1, 2009 17:52:41 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 1, 2009 17:52:41 GMT -5
I posted that one already?
*Retributes self*
I guess I posted the ones I liked most already and thought that I didn't.
Or maybe the Superbowl is messing with my mind's "On/Off" switch...who knows?
.../If I am/Ready or not/Only time will tell/Who knows/If we are/Ready to make this something/Who knows?
EDIT: Hah, you're wrong! This is my first time posting Piece of Your Heart! I checked all six pages in this thread!
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Feb 1, 2009 18:00:45 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 1, 2009 18:00:45 GMT -5
Maybe you should try to avoid the superbo-wait....what am I saying?
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Feb 1, 2009 18:03:14 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 1, 2009 18:03:14 GMT -5
It turns out that I only posted each song once! Maybe the Superbowl is messing with YOUR "On/Off" switch!
Well, I posted "Unwritten" and "Pocketful of Sunshine" in a thread that I could not find in which The Shadow Lord posted various Beetles songs...
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Feb 1, 2009 18:34:40 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 1, 2009 18:34:40 GMT -5
no, im sure you posted one song at least twice. i remember some stuff
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Feb 1, 2009 23:05:39 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 1, 2009 23:05:39 GMT -5
Maybe on different threads, but each song has only been posted once within this thread. I checked all six pages...
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Feb 2, 2009 20:37:14 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 2, 2009 20:37:14 GMT -5
ok then. but why are you posting them all over both topics/
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Feb 3, 2009 23:46:22 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 3, 2009 23:46:22 GMT -5
I only make references in other topics, and the other thread that I have the songs in I cannot find. Pirate Bones Contributing Artist: Natasha Bedingfield Album: Pocketful of Sunshine
What if I squeezed myself into any shape And I still don't fit What if I bend myself so much that I break And I can't mend it What if I burned so bright that the fire goes out And I can't stay lit What's the point in it I could get good at crying crocodile tears Just to get along I could carry on telling you what you want to hear Till my voice is gone But if I finally get to the place that I think is home And I don't belong What's the point in it What's the benefit When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
It's not worth having If it's too much to hold It can dig so deep that you're left with a hole Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold Don't wanna end up like pirate bones What I thought was precious just a pile of stones I might have the treasure but I'd be lying alone Just a pile of pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having If it's something I stole it ain't worth having
What if I stake everything I am on a dream And it's counterfeit If I reach the end that justifies the means Could I live with it And if it's true that having too much of any good thing Can only make me sick What's the point in it Where's the benefit When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
It's not worth having If it's too much to hold It can dig so deep that you're left with a hole Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold Don't wanna end up like pirate bones What I thought was precious just a pile of stones I might have the treasure but I'd be lying alone Just a pile of pirate bones
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Feb 4, 2009 6:33:58 GMT -5
Post by TBP on Feb 4, 2009 6:33:58 GMT -5
Panic! at the Disco - Build God, Then We'll Talk
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde, And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie She's getting a job at the firm come Monday. The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney moonlighting aside, she really needs his money. Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin" Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business" as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before, after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact. There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash) Between her and the badge She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.
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Feb 4, 2009 20:49:27 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 4, 2009 20:49:27 GMT -5
Oh I might be looking at the album, which is throwing me off
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Feb 4, 2009 21:58:31 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 4, 2009 21:58:31 GMT -5
I'm presuming that you are referring to me, in which case I am only posting songs from Unwritten and Pocketful of Sunshine. If it is the album you are looking at, then no wonder.
Apparently, today is Sean Kingston's birthday. He turned 19 today. 19. I never knew he was only 17 years old when he sang "Love Like This" with Natasha Bedingfield!
19!
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Feb 5, 2009 18:47:31 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 5, 2009 18:47:31 GMT -5
I have no idea why you would know someone noone seems to know who you only know because he sand with Bedinfield
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Feb 5, 2009 19:44:28 GMT -5
Post by General Veers on Feb 5, 2009 19:44:28 GMT -5
It took me a while to "decode" your post. Technically, I don't know much about him: by pure chance I just saw in the February 4 newspaper that it was his birthday, and I recognized his name from one of Bedingfield's songs.
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Feb 5, 2009 20:09:40 GMT -5
Post by FlamingAero on Feb 5, 2009 20:09:40 GMT -5
Disturbed Inside The Fire
Devin (not Listo) Won't go to heaven She's just another lost soul, About to be mine again Leave her we will receive her It is beyond your control will you ever meet again
Devin (not Listo) One of eleven Who had been rendered unwhole As a little child, she was taken and then forsaken you will remember it all Let it fill your mind again
[Chorus:] Devin (still not Listo) lies beyond this portal take the word of one immortal Give your soul to me For eternity release your life to begin another time with her End your grief with me there's another way release your life take your place inside the fire with her
Sever Now and forever you're just another lost soul about to be mine again see her, you'll never free her you must surrender it all If you'd like to meet again
Fire For your desire As she begins to turn cold for the final time you will shiver till you deliver you will remember it all Let it fill your mind again
[Chorus]
Give your soul to me For eternity release your life to begin another time with her End your grief with me there's another way release your life take your place inside the fire with her
Devin (STILL NOT LISTO!) No longer living Who had been rendered unwhole As a little child she was taken, and then forsaken you will remember it all Let it fill your mind again
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Feb 6, 2009 19:03:29 GMT -5
Post by Sandmaster on Feb 6, 2009 19:03:29 GMT -5
Listo is our Lord, and He shall rule from Staff Lounge (Heaven).
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Feb 16, 2009 23:21:31 GMT -5
Post by FoxtrotZero on Feb 16, 2009 23:21:31 GMT -5
hmm. sorry SandMaster, i'm an Evolutionist. I downloaded several songs today, and i opened them in my program, screwed with the ID3 tags, and then Exported them as MP3s (which i think some of them may not have been). There was a problem with one of those songs now. Title: Rainbow Veins Artist: Owl City Album: Maybe I'm Dreaming If you are wondering why its called "Rainbow Veins" its because the lyrics mention grinding up the rainbow over your head and intecting it into your veins because your heart has a lack of color, or something like that. I will need to fix the file. But, in other words, all of you who were around in the Eightys would know this one: Title: The Safety Dance Artist: Men Without Hats Album: Unknown We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind Cause your friends dont dance and if they dont dance Well they're are no friends of mine. I say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never find. And we can act like we come from out of this world Leave the real one far behind, And we can dance.
Dancez!
Ah we can go when we want to, the night is young and so am i And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet And surprise em with the victory cry.
I say we can act if want to, if we dont nobody will. And you can act real rude and totally removed And I can act like an imbecile. I say we can dance, we can dance, everything out control. We can dance, we can dance, were doing it wall to wall. We can dance, we can dance, everybody look at your hands. We can dance, we can dance, everybodys takin the chance. Safety dance. Oh well the safety dance. Ah yes the safety dance.
We can dance if we want to, weve got all your life and mine. As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it, Everythingll work out right. I say, we can dance if we want to we can leave your friends behind, Cause your friends dont dance and if they dont dance Well theyre are no friends of mine. I say we can dance, we can dance, everything out of control We can dance, we can dance, were doing it wall to wall We can dance, we can dance, everybody look at your hands We can dance, we can dance, everybodys takin the chance Oh well the safety dance. Ah yes the safety dance. Oh well the safety dance. Ohhh the safety dance. Oh yes the safety dance. Oh the safety dance yeah. Oh its the safety dance. Its the safety dance. Well its the safety dance. Oh its the safety dance. Oh its the safety dance. Oh its the safety dance. Oh its the safety dance. I have a bad habit of just copying lyrics. These are not the official lyrics, but those are how the lyrics to my copy of the song go. And by the way, i am quite familiar with Sean Kingston. Have 2 of his songs as well as the Natasha Bedingfield song featuring him. I'll have more songs later, but in the mean while, here's one for Veers. Title: Fett's Vette Artist: MC Chris Cruisin' Mos Espa In my Delorean War's over I'm a peacetime mandalorian*
My story has stumped Star Wars historians Deep in debate, Buffet plate at Bennigan's
Rhyme renegade Sure to penetrate First and second offense I won't hesitate
Got a job to do And Darth's the guy that delegates Got something against Skywalker Someone he really hates
I don't give a @%#$ I'm after Solo For all I care He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo
Gotta make the money Credit's no good When the jawas runin' shop In your neighborhood
Think you can cook I got a grappling hook Let's make this quick 'Cause I'm really booked
I'm a devious degenerate Defender of the devil Shut down all the trash compactors On the detention level
My backpack's got jets Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt To finance my 'Vette
wicky wicky woo
Well I chill in deep space A mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize But I still narrow my eyes 'Cause my time I don't like to waste.
Get down
I'm a question Wrapped inside an enigma Get inside the slave one Find your homing signal
From Endor to Hoth Ripley to Spock I'll find what you want But there's gonna be a cost
See, my name is Boba Fett I know my @%#$ is tight Start not actin'right You're frozen in carbonite
Got telescopic sight Flame throwers on my wrist You still don't get the gist Spiked boots are made to kick
Targets are made to hit You think I give a #@%$ Yo mama is a @%#&$ I see you in the Sarlaac Pit
You just flipped my switch Integrity been dissed You scratchin' on my itch You know I shoot to get
Got bambinas at cantinas Waitin' to lick my lusty lips So I'll let you get back inside Your little space ship
Give you a head start 'Cause I'm the sportin' kind Consider the starting line The sneaky smile I hide inside
Hope you have hyper drive (drive) pray to stay alive ('live) Don't try to slip me a five 'Cause I never take a bribe
To the beat of a different drummer Bad ass bounty hunter Let no man put asunder Or else they be put under
As in six feet Got an imperial fleet Backin' me up, gonna blow up Any attempt to defeat
They gotta death star Got four payments on my car Hand it over to hammer head At Mos Eisley bar
He used to carjack Now he's a barback Just goes to show how you can Get back on the right track
As for me that's not an option Can't say that with more clarity Me going legit would be like Jar Jar on speech therapy**
My backpack's got jets Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt To finance my 'Vette
wicky wicky woo
Well I chill in deep space A mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize But I still narrow my eyes 'Cause my time I don't like to waste.
Get down
Slice you open like a Taun Taun Faster than the Autobahn Or a motorbike in Tron Do the deed and then I'm gone
Jaba has a hissyfit Contact Calrissian Over a colt, the plan unfolds No politic is legit
Back in the day When I was a slave Living life in the fast lane Like in a pod race
My mean streak tweaked I became a basket case So this space ace Split that place, poste haste
Took up a noble cause Called the Clone Wars*** 'Cause life's not all about Girls and cars
Getting @%#$ed up In @%#$ed up bars See, I'm not a retard Or happy like de Barge
I'm large and in charge With a face so scarred A cold black heart That's been torn apart
The Sith wish that they Had a (Censored) so hard 'Cause it's long long ago In a (Censored) far far
Call me master, 'cause I'm faster Than Pryor on fire I no longer have to hot wire
I'm a hunter for hire With no plans to retire And all the sucka MCs Can call me sire
My backpack's got jets! (jets echos)
Well I'm Boba the Fett! (the Fett echos)
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt, (Jabba Hutt echos)
...To finance my 'Vette (my 'Vette echos)
* Boba Fett wore Mandalorian Shock Armor, but was not a mandalorian ** Can't really even say how funny this is *** Untrue. Boba Fett was the sun of Jango Fett, from which the original line of Clone Troopers in the Grand Army of The Republic was created. It was, in fact, during the Clone Trooper's Revealing at The Battle of Geonosis that Jango was killed by Mace Windu (his Jetpack, an unreliable model, failed to fire after taking damage).
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