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Post by Parker Williams on Nov 3, 2004 18:56:45 GMT -5
I love OOC games!
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Post by James Potter on Nov 7, 2004 19:35:28 GMT -5
If you want it, you can have it
But you've got to learn to reach out there and grab it
'Cause everybody wants some love
Shooting from the stars above
And though my heart will break
It's more than I can take
I could never get enough
If you need it, you should show it
'Cause you might play so monastic that you blow it
'Cause everybody wants some, ooh
Something they can barely know
And though my heart will break
It's more than I can take
I could never let it go
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph of love
'Cause everybody wants a dream
Something they can barely see
And though my heart will break
It's more than I can take
I could never let it be
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph of love
If you do it, don't reject it
Just keep drawing up the plans and re-erect it
Just keep drawing up the plans and re-erect it
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Post by James Potter on Nov 19, 2004 22:48:13 GMT -5
ok I'mimpatient and have a new song stuck in my head now. That one was weezer. try and quess this!
You and i in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'til one by one, they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Where 99 red balloons go by.
99 decision street, 99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a silverhero
Everyone's a captain kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 dreams i have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and i'm standin' pretty
In this dust that was a city
If i could find a souvenier
Just to prove the world was here...
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.
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Post by Avani Kirtana on Nov 19, 2004 22:52:47 GMT -5
99 Red Balloons! I love that song!
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Post by James Potter on Nov 19, 2004 23:00:25 GMT -5
 !!!!!!!!! me tooo!!!!! |
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Post by Avani Kirtana on Dec 6, 2004 12:53:44 GMT -5
Ok, my turn...
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he’s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
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Post by Parker Williams on Dec 6, 2004 16:46:57 GMT -5
Awsome song! Queen, Bohemian Rhaspody! Have u heard the Bush Kerry verision of it!
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Post by Avani Kirtana on Dec 6, 2004 18:44:46 GMT -5
No!  But I'd love to!!  F*ck Bush!  |
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Post by Parker Williams on Dec 6, 2004 23:34:24 GMT -5
WHOOHOO! Kerry all the way!
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Post by park on Dec 7, 2004 18:43:03 GMT -5
Yo! How could they let Bush win? It sux!
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Post by Parker Williams on Dec 7, 2004 19:11:48 GMT -5
I attract all the right people to my site!
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Post by park on Dec 7, 2004 19:18:43 GMT -5
lmfao! I still didn't finish my homework either...ugh...
I got a song here...
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!
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