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Jefta
Photographer
Mons, 03
Belgium
Posts:   167
Joined:   Jan 06, 08
Posted: 02/28/08 at 03:16 AM
See all those people on the ground
Wasting time
I try to hold it all inside
But just for tonight
The top of the world
Sitting here wishing
The things I've become
That something is missing
Maybe I...
But what do I know

And now it seems that I have found
Nothing at all
I want to hear your voice out loud
Slow it down, slow it down
Without it all
I'm choking on nothing
It's clear in my head
And I'm screaming for something
Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all

On my own [x6]

Without it all
I'm choking on nothing
It's clear in my head
And I'm screaming for something
Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all

On my own [x4]


THE USED "On My Own"

Jefta
Photographer
Mons, 03
Belgium
Posts:   167
Joined:   Jan 06, 08
Posted: 02/28/08 at 03:18 AM
I carry madness
Everywhere I go
Over a border
And back to the snow

So if you see me
And I look right through
You shouldn't take it
As a reflection of you

Come on, Turn up the sun
Turn it up for everyone
Love one another
Love one another

The boys in the bubble
They wanna be free
And they got so blind
That they cannot see

But I'm not your keeper
I don't have the key
I got a piano
I can't find the C

Come on, Turn up the sun
Turn it up for everyone
Love one another
Love one another



OASIS "Turn Up The Sun"

leezard
Lapeer, MI
United States
Posts:   419
Joined:   Dec 03, 07
Posted: 02/28/08 at 07:39 AM
will you spit upon the path I took
Will you cry from all the drugs I took
Will be my little come down hook
And I’ll never ask again.

Will I wake up feeling half of you
Has been striped away or torn in two
To kill a young man’s point of view
Is to kill his only friend

hellsbelle
Saint Louis, MO
United States
Posts:   984
Joined:   Feb 22, 06
Posted: 02/28/08 at 03:17 PM
I like a girl with caked up makeup
In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
Who wakes up to a bottle of wine
on the nightstand
Bites and scratches the blinds
But I ain't found one quite right yet
So I step with pep to the park or supermarket
Her apartment best be messy
Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie
she's gotta dress with class
And Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag
and four inch tips made of ostrich
Sharp enough to slit your wrists
her lips spread gossip
Won't say sorry when she offends
She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
In gold and silver and jewels of all colors
And she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in the whole damn city
So rich, so pretty...

I like a girl who eats and brings it up
A sassy little frassy with bulimia
Her best friend's a plastic surgeon
And when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz
Manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
Money from mommy lovely in Versace
Costly sprees, it's on at Barney's
And I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly
She gets naughty with her pilates body
And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
And makes her act more friendly
Dance the night away
And she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city

I've had your kind before, Mickey
Go get my purse, Mickey
Lock the door, Mickey
You're just a midnight snack
Shhhh, don't talk back
You're just a boy Mickey
You're just a toy Mickey
You're just a boy Mickey

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city

Alyak
Moderator
Thief River Falls, MN
United States
Posts:   21325
Joined:   Feb 17, 06
Posted: 02/28/08 at 03:33 PM
hellsbelle said:

I like a girl with caked up makeup
In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
Who wakes up to a bottle of wine
on the nightstand
Bites and scratches the blinds
But I ain't found one quite right yet
So I step with pep to the park or supermarket
Her apartment best be messy
Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie
she's gotta dress with class
And Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag
and four inch tips made of ostrich
Sharp enough to slit your wrists
her lips spread gossip
Won't say sorry when she offends
She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
In gold and silver and jewels of all colors
And she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in the whole damn city
So rich, so pretty...

I like a girl who eats and brings it up
A sassy little frassy with bulimia
Her best friend's a plastic surgeon
And when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz
Manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
Money from mommy lovely in Versace
Costly sprees, it's on at Barney's
And I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly
She gets naughty with her pilates body
And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
And makes her act more friendly
Dance the night away
And she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city

I've had your kind before, Mickey
Go get my purse, Mickey
Lock the door, Mickey
You're just a midnight snack
Shhhh, don't talk back
You're just a boy Mickey
You're just a toy Mickey
You're just a boy Mickey

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city


I love this song

Inti
Madison, WI
United States
Posts:   4290
Joined:   Jun 15, 06
Posted: 02/28/08 at 09:27 PM
Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it.
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists?
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit.
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock.

Alyak
Moderator
Thief River Falls, MN
United States
Posts:   21325
Joined:   Feb 17, 06
Posted: 02/29/08 at 10:28 AM
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven�t missed you yet

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven�t missed you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Apnea
Model
Houston, TX
United States
Posts:   955
Joined:   Dec 23, 05
Posted: 02/29/08 at 11:47 PM
Thug Misses
Oh yes thats me
Pussy ho respect me
Any time a ho see me
She better respect me
It's gonna be what its gone be
Cuz you gonna respect me
Bring it on or let it be
You dont wanna test me
Talkin' shit from a distance
Cuz you know to respect me
I dare ane-one of you hos
To disrespect me

Khia, Respect Me

Kasara
Model
Regina, SK
Canada
Posts:   779
Joined:   Mar 07, 07
Posted: 03/01/08 at 05:22 PM
Apnea said:

Thug Misses
Oh yes thats me
Pussy ho respect me
Any time a ho see me
She better respect me
It's gonna be what its gone be
Cuz you gonna respect me
Bring it on or let it be
You dont wanna test me
Talkin' shit from a distance
Cuz you know to respect me
I dare ane-one of you hos
To disrespect me

Khia, Respect Me


haha.
so profound.

TheSaint
Durango, CO
United States
Posts:   2816
Joined:   Jan 02, 06
Posted: 03/01/08 at 06:57 PM














You ain't smart, you ain't pleasing
You're just a bunch of stupid Norwegians
When your whole side turns its back
We'll be ready, set, and attack
You lack control, it's in your soul
Your arctic hearts are very cold
Call us goats, is what you'd say
But we can tear you down any day
You're so proud to be from the Baltics
But I think you're a bunch of pricks
You love the Vikings, but they were gay
So take your fish eggs and go away
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You Norway
Fuck You Norway
Norway Fuck you
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You Norway
Fuck You Norway
Norway Fuck you
Fuck You Norway
Fuck You Norway
Norway Fuck You



hellsbelle
Saint Louis, MO
United States
Posts:   984
Joined:   Feb 22, 06
Posted: 03/01/08 at 08:07 PM

that is some damn funny shit

hellsbelle
Saint Louis, MO
United States
Posts:   984
Joined:   Feb 22, 06
Posted: 03/01/08 at 08:59 PM
GraveyardSally said:

es war um 1780
und es war in wien
no plastic money anymore
bdie banken gegen ihn
woher die schulden kamen
war wohl jedermann bekannt
er war ein mann der frauen
frauen liebten seinen punk

er war superstar
er war populär
er war so exaltiert
because er hatte flair
er war ein virtuose
war ein rockidol
und alles rief
come and rock me amadeus


Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen

TheSaint
Durango, CO
United States
Posts:   2816
Joined:   Jan 02, 06
Posted: 03/01/08 at 10:21 PM
Gotta love The Showcase Showdown.

hellsbelle
Saint Louis, MO
United States
Posts:   984
Joined:   Feb 22, 06
Posted: 03/01/08 at 10:23 PM
i'm gonna have to look them up. cuz that is damn funny. i love vikings and the norse mythology shit and all, but that is god dammned funny.

Edited by hellsbelle on : 3/1/2008 10:24 PM
i have been drinking and cannot type.

hellsbelle
Saint Louis, MO
United States
Posts:   984
Joined:   Feb 22, 06
Posted: 03/01/08 at 10:52 PM
I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing
Said her Daddy used to hang
With Johnny Coltrane
She sang a soul train
With her friend named Jen
Her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz
Jen was a herdy-gerdy-dirty little girly
I heard it from a birdy
She could cook a mean turkey
With gravy..baby baby baby
Baby was jens best friend, and maybe..
If you were lucky,
Licky licky, sucky sucky
Mickey mickey, fuck me fuck me
More junk in the trunk than a honda
I know you wanna do the JANE FONDA

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor.
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the jane fonda.
Five, six, seven now
If you dont know, let me show you how
To work it out..work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a princess, queen of incest
She was (in Reba Jean her) big breasts
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch
Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
So fly she was trans-atlantic
She was a manic depressive(manic depressive)
Which was impressive,
Very impressive, I had to test it.
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented.
She took me home to her momma
I taught them both how to JANE FONDA

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor.
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the jane fonda.
Five, six, seven now
If you dont know, let me show you how
To work it out..work it little momma
I know you wanna do the jane fonda

I had a girl named Dana
From Santa Anna
She was a waitress at the copa cabana
She was slammin and her ass was jammin
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation
Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
You could see her ass from outer space
So I landed on the planet
And planted a Mickey Av flag in it dammnit



Edited by hellsbelle on : 3/1/2008 10:54 PM


Edited by hellsbelle on : 3/1/2008 10:55 PM

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