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teenage dreams so hard to beat,
Everytime she walks down the street,
Another girl in the neighbourhood,
Wish she was mine, she looks so good.
I wanna hold ya, wanna hold ya tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night come on

Im gonna call her on the telephone,
And have her over cos im all alone,
I need excitement and I need it bad,
coz its the best, ive ever had.

I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night ohhh
Are teenage dreams too hard to beat,
Everytime she walks down the street,
Another girl in the neighbourhood,
Wish she was mine, she looks so good.

I wanna hold ya, wanna hold ya tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night come on.....
Im gonna call her on the telephone,
And have her over cos im all alone,
I need excitement and I need it bad,
and its the best, ive ever had.

I wanna hold ya, wanna hold ya tight,
Get teenage kicks right through the night,
Wowww
I wanna hold ya, wanna hold ya tight,
Get teenage kicks right through the night,Alright

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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

i can't believe the news today
but i can't close my eyes and make it go away
how long? how long must we sing this song?
how long? how long?

broken bottles under children's feet
bodies strewn across the dead end street
but i won't heed the battle call
it puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

You know the rules....associate the song with a new song...match anything and everything....just keep it clean and site friendly.

"Cant jump the track
we're like cars on a cable
Lifes like an hourglass
glued to the table"

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oh mother dear
what is that there
that looks like strawberry jam?
hush hush my child
'tis your papa
run over by a tram

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

And everything seems cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

"I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you cant tell
but stay awhile and maybe you'll see
a different side of me"


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Crazy,but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules

One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah

Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

i do believe it's part THREE now babel

generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerors of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning
as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred for mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds
oh lord yeah!

politicians lock themselves away
they only started the whole war
why don't they go out into the fight?
they leave that role to the poor

time will tell on their power minds
making war just for fun
treating people just like pawns in chess
wait till judgement day comes

now in darkness world stops turning
ashes where the bodies burning
no more war pigs have the power
hand of god has struck the hour
day of judgements god is calling
on their knees the war pigs crawling
begging mercy for their sins
satan laughing spreads his wings

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

"Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I've tried to swim against
Put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I'm beging please, singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a, trouble that can't be named
a tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing

Confusion that never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks, gonna
Come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know, singing"



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and I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich whille it buries the poor
the power hungry selling soldiers in a human grocery store
ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Empty chairs at empty tables, the room silent, forlorn.

In its place grew
an angry festered wound
full of hatered and remourse
where I pick and scratch
till the blood it matched
silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
with bayonet, axe or sword
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless guise
just put the shell of a Thompson gun

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me

from the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys with me tonight
though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it's the passion play
oh my god
what have they done
with madmen rage
well the dogged craze
but the dead rise again you fools

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle

We are forty against hundreds
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland

Oh the captian he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland

Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and night is broken
AsI scream our battle cry

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland

I am home Ireland


"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday Mornin', it was all i hoped it would be
Oh Monday Mornin', monday mornin' couldn't guarntee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday Mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever monday comes,
But whenever monday comes a-you can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday Mornin', it was all i hoped it would be
Oh Monday Mornin', monday mornin' couldn't guarntee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine , yeah
But whenever monday comes, But whenever monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won't go away
Monday Monday, it's here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday Oh Monday, Monday

Last edited by Oleta at 22-Jan-2005 23:27

"d@mn it feels good to be a gangster"


And if you dont' know what that's from SHAME ON YOU ...go rent Office Space ...if your'e old enough that is ....

Sounds like someones having a case of the mondays!

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we keep it gangster, say "fo shizzle" "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"
it's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk
yo activism, attackin the system
blacks and latins in prison
numbers have risen
they're victim black in the vision
@!#% and all they got is rappin to listen to
i let em know we missin you
the love is unconditional
even when the condition is critical
when the livin is miserable
your position is pivotal
i ain't bulls---in you

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

"Living in a world they didn't make

Living in a world that's filled with hate

Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules

Living in a world they didn't make

Paying for a lot of adult mistakes

How much of this madness can they take"


Yes I alwasy had the role of the child in workshop when we did performed that dance.....

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there's so many different worlds so many different suns
and we have just one world but we live in different ones

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

"I want to lie
shipwrecked and comatose
sipping fresh mango juice"



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spasm waiter dropping to his knees sees
slander on wrap paper ties
lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes

grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze please
ramble while slop scraper sighs
tossing in his bed at night he’ll dream until he dies

operations at the sink
the dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
feels it tilt and start to slide

mask a pretty hopper’s foot with squeeze cheese
dangle some grape apple pies
tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies

your hands and feet are mangos
you’re gonna be a genius anyway

your hands and feet are mangos
you’re gonna be a genius anyway

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
and look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe I'll fall hard,
something tough to break me,
something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain.
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way.

Maybe I'll catch fire,
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
All that evil #@%$'s not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients