I was flying into Chicago at night Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke The sun was setting to the left of the plane And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow In 27-D I was behind the wing Watching landscape roll out Like credits on a screen The earth looked like it was lit from within Like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved Out of the farmlands into the grid The plan of the city was all that you saw And all of these people sitting totally still As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down
It took an hour, maybe a day But once I really listened, the noise Just went away
And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video The stewardess came back and checked on my drink In the last strings of sunlight, a Bridgette Bardot There's a hat on my headphones Along with those eyes that you get When your circumstance is movie size
It took an hour, maybe a day But once I really listened, the noise Just went away
It took an hour, maybe a day But once I really listened, the noise Just went away
From: Memphis, TN | Registered: Jul 2003
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Army with harmony Dave drop a load on 'em OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple The last P...well...that's not that simple It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get on occassion at the other party As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies)
As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies)
This girl ah tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart 'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with Him or her for sure is going to admit it When OPP comes, damn-skippy I'm with it
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down!
-------------------- "Anytime a good book like this is cancelled, I hope another Teen Titan is murdered." --Cobalt
"Anytime an awesome book like S6 is cancelled, I hope EVERY Titan is murdered." --Me
From: Up a Gumtree | Registered: Jul 2003
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If you wanna see something patriotic there's a stripper He don't that look that good but he's got an all american smile That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars From all the lonely men who no one ever suffers Who wait around the bar and spend all their lonely hours Who’re already gone no ones running for cover The farther they run away the more you have to hide in the dark White as a worm that crawls through the patriot's heart
It's so red white and blue the way he works the bar Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a falling star And he don’t care if you're worldly or wise He's looking for men with sin in their eyes and He always says the same thing: he says how’re you doing baby I'm your rod and your staff and for a tip you can touch me And after a few tequilas he becomes something holy And this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and mildewed ceiling Has more love than even natural selection And dollar for dollar babe - it's a better bargain The more you pay the more it can break you all apart Dollars pour like ashes from the patriot's heart
He knows that your good time will someday kill him But the thought of getting old does not thrill him He says give me all your money and don't tell me what your thinking I'm the past you wasted I'm the future your obliterating C’mon Grandpa - tell me what you're celebrating That your heart finally dried up Or that it finally stopped working and How you make a dead man come is the undertaker's art Make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot's heart
See him fade with the dawn and a pile of Washingtons With his head in a spin - happy to pass out again He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins That whine like old lovers who whine that they loved him He would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven Because it leaves him alone with his new entertainment system He does it for the money but he gives more than he’s given He does it for the money but he gives more than he’s given And it's only when he’s naked he feels his heart In the whorehouse desert of the patriot's heart
We all want a patriot's heart We all want a patriot's heart
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"It is complete now Two ends of time are neatly tied A one way street she's walking to the end of the line. There she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and mind, they say Goodbye, tomorrow Wendy you're going to die
Underneath the chilly gray November sky We can make beleive that Kennedy is still alive We're shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie's driving by They say, good try, tomorrow Wendy you're going to die.
I told the priest don't count on any second coming God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us No, I don't wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get him.
Hey, hey goodbye, tomorrow Wendy's going to die
Only God says jump, so I said how high But if he ever saw it it was through these eyes of mine And if he ever suffered it was me who did his crying.
Hey hey goodbye tomorrow Wendy's going to die."
This is a personal favorite song of mine by Concrete Blonde. The song was written by Andy Priboy and was written about a friends death from AIDS. The music is very haunting and the lyrics send chills up my spine every time I hear it.
-------------------- I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed.
From: Orando | Registered: Oct 2003
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My arms bear a payment to liberty My mind aghast Smashes the chains of tyranny Pale and excitable, they flail around The naked agression we feel My heart's chemical incendiaries Correct the past Walk -- and on water we try Weak and emotional, insufferable, Security softens the lie
And as the fog gets clearer Shadows in our eyes appear The weak get strong and nearer And condensation tears are brushed away
Watch this picture blow It makes you wonder Bless this broken low It takes time to explain to you That underneath your skin is mother dear And if you paint your face again you'll disappear
How you gonna feel? If Superman and Sonic Youth are fairy tales It's time to face the truth You'll throw your life away As the woman dressed as Baby Jane
Like a Phantom of the American Mother It's here again Like a Phantom of the American Mother
And all that you're concealing are the things that are good in you And you do And you're still abandoning the news Now there's a sinking look in your eyes Like black holes in the sky And every time you moved I realized That everything in you was hypnotized
How you gonna feel? If Superman and Sonic Youth are fairy tales It's time to face the truth You walk the Hall of Fame A woman dressed as Baby Jane
Like a Phantom of the American Mother It's here again Like a Phantom of the American Mother
So here it is you needed proof There's no Rock N Roll parade for you It's time to face the truth
Like a Phantom of the American Mother It's here again Like a Phantom of the American Mother
- Catherine Wheel
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I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmmm
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In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes he still remains
-------------------- Five billion years from now the Sun will go nova and obliterate the Earth. Don't sweat the small stuff!
From: Boston | Registered: Aug 2003
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Don't you get me wrong Don't you get me wrong Don't you get me wrong, now Don't you get me wrong Don't you get me wrong Don't you get me wrong Don't you get me wrong, now Don't you get me wrong
-------------------- Five billion years from now the Sun will go nova and obliterate the Earth. Don't sweat the small stuff!
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I kissed a girl and I think I liked it...The taste of her cherry Chapstick.....
From: Utah (non-Mormon!!!) | Registered: Jul 2003
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