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Juan Zueco	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 01:06
	Juan heeft op dit moment "Meat is Murder" van The Smiths in de cd-speler... ....en wat een geweldige, rare, bizarre teksten heeft Morrissey toch op dit album neergezet. Enkele voorbeelden: 1. I WANT THE ONE I CAN'T HAVE* A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails Raised on Prisoner's Aid He killed a policeman when he was Thirteen And somehow that really impressed Me And it's written all over my face 2.WHAT SHE SAID What she said : "How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead And decided to bury me ? God knows, I'm ready !" 3.NOWHERE FAST And when I'm lying in my bed I think about life And I think about death And neither one particularly appeals to me And if the day came when I felt a Natural Emotion I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie In the middle of the street and die I'd lie down and die ... 4.RUSHOLME RUFFIANS This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) 5.HOW SOON IS NOW ? I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular Kunnen andere Fok!kers misschien ook dit soort prachtige teksten hier posten? J. [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Juan Zueco op 20-03-2001 01:10]
DIGGER	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 03:35
	Ik vind de maffe songteksten van Carter USM altijd geweldig. Wat voorbeeldjes (OK tis ff lezen, maar ze roeleren wel): Is wrestling fixed? The ambulance sirens rang as they wheeled her to the stand Featherbed, tarred and handcuffed to a stretcher The doctor's diagnosis was multiple scirosis an open and shut hopeless fucking case The wheels of justice turned till the tyres were bald and burned And when they'd all adjourned I asked myself Am I un H A P P Y Does a new born baby cry ? Did Elvis really die ? And I said to myself Is wrestling fixed ? Am I un H A P P Y ? Does a new born baby cry ? Did Elvis really die ? Did little red riding wear a hood ? Did the three bears shit in the woods ? Was humpty dumpty fat ? Does the pope wear a funny hat ? Is wrestling fixed ? Suppose You Gave A Funeral And Nobody Came (me favo maffe tekst van ze): Go ahead you fucking sadists Pucker up and kiss some babies Kiss 'em till they die of rabies Get your tits out for the ladies Summoned home from Barcelona Another day, another donor Two submissions or a coma Gutterpressville, Arizona Follow that ambulance and when that ambulance stops Take every photo opportunity that knocks Because you're popular You're beautiful The whole world knows your name But suppose you gave a funeral and nobody came Here's the church Here's the steeple Open the door where's all the people ? Light up the sky with sub-standard fireworks Release the pitbull doves of peace I've changes my mind about the mindless violence I'm happy doing porridge with the knowledge that at least You may be popular You're beautiful The whole world knows your name But suppose you gave a funeral and nobody came Uit: Do re me, so far so good: In spite of what you've been told about Elvis the good die old and helpless In hobbie hats and armchair football scarves for the big match with Antartic thistle They didn't catch the half time whistle when they wheeled on the pop music stars with their pop music guitars And they were singing 1,2,3, happy neighbourhood Do re me, so far so good Sheriff Fatman: Sheriff Fatman started out in business as a granny farmer he was infamous for fifteen minutes and he appeared in Panorama Then he somehow got himself on board The Starship Enterprise Allowance Scheme With a Prince of Wales award for pushing valium and amphetamines Now he's moving up onto second base behind Nicholas Van Wotsisface At six foot six and a hundred tons the undisputed king of the slums With more alias' than Klaus Barbie the master butcher of Leigh-on-Sea Just about to take the stage the one and only hold the front page Fatman's got something to sell to the capital's homeless At The Crossroads Motel for the no-fixed-abodeless Where you can live life in style you can sleep in a closet And if you flash him a smile he'll take your teeth as deposit There's bats in the belfry the windows are jammed The toilets ain't healthy and he don't give a damn he just chuckles and smiles and laughs like a madman, a born again Rachman Here comes Sheriff Fatman With his valium, amphetamines his sick notes and his phoney prescriptions And just when you thought it was safe to go back into the kitchen, Dead legs and cracked heads Bunk-beds and breakfasts Wake up you sleepy headcases . . . check this . . . Moving up now to take the place of Nicholas Van Wotsisface At six foot six and a hundred tons the undisputed king of the slums With more alias' than Klaus Barbie the master butcher of Leigh-on-Sea In a hatchback from Notre Dame, the one and only Sheriff Fatman In goes another left hook and now I'm losing my patience Someone call up Roger Cook and The United Nations he's buying up houses for hasbeens (help me) From Lands End to Southend and Chelsea There's bats in the belfrey the windows are jammed The toilets ain't healthy he don't give a damn He just chuckles and smiles and laughs like a madman Ladies and gentlemen, I give you . . . SHERIFF FATMAN! Uit Elvis lives & Carterbreakamerica: Elvis Lives! In America He flies through the sky With the pigs by and by In America Man gives birth to Lion King Who eats the nurse and doctor In America Georgia fries and L.A. shake Elvis flies Carterbreakamerica Nothing's impossible we have found WeÕre still looking for that sound That goes with every prozac pill And makes the serial killer kill In America Bloodsport for all Bloodsport for all said Corporal Flash and shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas Stuck me in a wet-suit to dry off in the sun and fed me pet food, Kit-e-kat and Chum Stand up and beg said Sergeant Kirby lay down, play dead for Di and Fergie Roll up, roll up goes the revielle abuse the bugle boy of company B Suffer in silence said Brigadier General Holmes or change your name to Smith or Jones Learn to live with all the death threat notes the big bannanas and the racist jokes Stand up and beg said Sergeant Kirby lay down, play dead for Di and Fergie Roll up, roll up goes the revielle abuse the bugle boy of company B And the coldest stream guards of them all sang God Save The Queen and Bloodsport For All While were on the subject I've been called a spade single filed in public with my privates on parade I hope my feet go flat before I hang myself Because I can't take this crap I'm going A.W.O.L. And the coldest stream guards of them all sang God Save The Queen and Bloodsport For All Al hun lyrics en alles over de band is overigens te vinden op: http://www.fruity.dircon.co.uk/index2.html
menjo	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 19:32
	Dat dacht ik nou net toevallig vandaag toen ik "loser" van Beck hoorde: in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey, butane in my veins so i'm out to get the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables, dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose, kill the headlights and put it in neutral, stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control, baby's in reno with the vitamin d, got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat, someone came sayin' i'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt, don't believe everything that you breathe, you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve, so shave your face with some mace in the dark, saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park, yo, cut it soy un perdedor, i'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me, double barrel buckshot, soy un perdedor, i'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me, (en zo gaat het nog ff door)
Jane	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 21:33
	Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come...
FLIPNEUS	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 21:37
	I'd steal the carcas for you And feed off the virus Deftones - RX Queen
tong80	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 21:46
	"Kun jij door een waterkraan?" Vader Abraham - Het Smurfenlied.
voh	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 22:07
	The smiths own Hear me spit on you, wither I remold into gold and bury I from - Sun Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe I'll Be born and simplify - The way I lie - Before I get bored, I get bored, I get bored I'm bored Repent by you and trust to figure out I burn that gift to you - doll and let it shine before I get bored, I get bored, I get bored, I wish for a real one Fit and confide, before me or I I will come clean, it gets worse - it's more Get bored, I get bored, I get bored, A wish for a real one Get bored, Get bored, Get bored, I wish for a real one Deftones - Bored. Een pracht van een nummer maar die tekst snap ik echt niet
Jabba	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 22:24
	Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream it is not dying, it is not dying lay down all thought, surrender to the void it is shining, it is shining That you may see the meaning of within it is speaking, it is speaking That love is all and love is everyone it is knowing, it is knowing When ignorance and haste may mourn the dead it is believing, it is believing But listen to the color of your dreams it is living, it is living or play the game existence to the end of the beginning of the beginning of the beginning... Beatles - Tomorrow never knows
Thetallguy	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 22:51
	quote: So finally is opened the door and just as i suspected, it's a big hermaphrodite with a flog of seagull hair cut and only one nostril, oh man i hate it when i'm right. So anyway, he burst into my room and he grabbed my lucky snorkel and i'm like "he you can't have that, that snorkel just been like a snorkel to me." And he's like "tough" and i'm like "give it" and he's like "make me" and i'm like "okay" so i grabbed his leg and he grabbed my arsaphagus and i bit off his ear and he chewed on my eyebrows and i took out his appendix and he gave me koala here and escaped, indeed you better believe it, and somehow in the middle of it all the phone got off the hook, twenty minutes later i heard a familiar voice and you know what it said? Weird Al Yankovic - Albuquerque
CrazyCavia	dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 23:54
	"Turn off the light, and I'll glow" Vanilla Ice - Ice, Ice Baby WTF
links234	donderdag 22 maart 2001 @ 09:45
	Jesus built my hotrod soon i discovered that this rock thing was true jerry lee lewis was the devil jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet all of a sudden, i found myself in love with the world so there was only one thing that i could do was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long ding dang a dong bong bing bong ticky ticky thought of a gun everytime i try to do it all now baby am i on the run why why why why why baby if it's so evil then? give me my time, with all my power give it to me all again (wow) ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong every where i go everytime you tell me baby when i settle down got to get me a trailer park and hold my world around why why why why? ding ding donga dong dong ding dong dingy dingy son of a gun half my time i tell you baby never am I all for sure why why why why why baby sicky sicky from within everytime I stick my finger on in ya you're a wild wild little town bitch now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long dingy a dingy dong a down everytime you tell me baby when i settle down got to get me a trailer park and hold my world around why why why why? in my dang a ding a ding a ding dong a sticky sticky son of a gun ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong why why never know why why wack a dong a dang ding dong then you take it on the bill ding dang dong don't dong whoa! i wanna love ya! why why why, why why darling do you do you tell me to play? half the time I talk about it all now baby you know what I'm talkin' about I said why why why it'll ticky ticky ticky ticky son of a gun ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong ticky ticky thought of a gun bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong aarrrhhhh... ding dang a dang bong bing bong ticky ticky thought of a gun everytime I try to do it all now baby am I on the run why why why it'll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky dawn of a gun bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a ticky ticky thought of a gun bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam ticky ticky through the day if you got a doubt 'bout baby the memory is on the bed why why why why why darlin' uh it don't know when my time is on might tell me never do it on his own if my time was all as is yours make me burn a wish when my time with you is brutish no I'll never not ever why why why why why why baby heavy hell alone and it's here it's this thunder the thunder oh thunder oh! jesus built my car it's a love affair mainly jesus and my hot rod yeah, fuck it!
links234	donderdag 22 maart 2001 @ 09:58
	Do You Know What I Idi Amin - Chuck E Weiss & Tom Waits Four blocks back I flipped my sack down At Roscoe's for some fatback Sheila Schwartz's sister Shomoe [?] shucks schmeckels [?] At the seashore on Shaboose [?] Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin [?] Kitten [?] sitting on the stoop He's a Manhattan [?] and looking so cute Vladimir Tittler (?!) was a hoo-hoo [?] of a man His dad is on his back and his mama's eating spam Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Shark Skin Charles and Water Melon Head Woke up this morning with weebles [?] in their bed And Hazel climbs the stairs, cause she don't give a damn I'm gonna eat all the mighty fine pudding that I can Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin Do you know what I Idi Amin
Zanderrr	vrijdag 23 maart 2001 @ 21:33
	News: A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared early this morning. Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat, suitably camouflaged, they saw him catch a train. Man-in-the-street: "Father of three its disgusting" "Such a horrible thing to do" Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea "Can't go far", "He can't go far". "Hasn't got a leg to stand on" "He can't go far". Man-on-the-spot: I'm standing in a doorway on the main square tension is mounting There's a restless crowd of angry people Man-on-the-council: "More than we've ever seen. - had to tighten up security" Over to the scene at the town hall The Lord Mayor's ready to speak Lord Mayor: "Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public is on our side" British Public: "Can't last long", "You can't last long". "Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same" "You can't last long". Harold: If I was many miles from here, I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea Instead I'm on this window ledge, With the whole world below Up at the window Look at the window... Mr.Plod: "We can help you" Plod's Chorus: "We can help you" Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends, if you come on down and talk to us son" Harold: You must be joking Take a running jump The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold getting weaker; Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side Fearing the very worst They called his mother to the sight Upon the ledge beside him His mother made a last request. 67-yr-old Mrs Barrel: "Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very, very, very upset. "Just can't jump, you just can't jump" "Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from the B.B.C." "You just can't jump" Mr. Plod: "We can help you" Plod's Chorus: "We can help you" Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends, if you come on down and talk to us Harry" Harold: You must be joking. Take a running jump......
Purno	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 00:56
	Favo Morrisey quote: And so, I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" Uit "The Queen Is Dead"
TRIBAL	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 01:07
	Siouxsie - This Unrest; This unrest beats out my breath Disconnected thoughts jangle in a mess This unrest crucifies my chest without anaesthetic it cuts trough tumorous flesh.
Juan Zueco	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 01:07
	...and it's so lonely on a limb
Purno	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 01:24
	Eunuch boy, eunuch boy Thought a lawnmower was just another toy Don't laugh at him cause he can't piss straight He can't even masturbate Got no gonads, only two sockets Got no bulge in his pockets Eunuch boy, eunuch boy Thought a lawnmower was just another toy Can't even make it through a day of school They try to stomp his shriveled tool It must suck to know you'll never fuck Descendents - Eunuch Boy
Witchfynder	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 02:25
	quote: Op 22 maart 2001 09:45 schreef links234 het volgende: Jesus built my hotrod <knipper de knip> Ministry :-) Er is ook zo'n nummer van hun dan zingt hij dat alles en iedereen een fuck you moet krijgen... "fuck me..fuck you.. fuck everyone..fuck the pope..fuck reagan" etc.... is dat "Stigmata"? trouwens... Rob Zombie kan er ook wat van... heb alleen geen zin iets te gaan zoeken... [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Witchfynder op 24-03-2001 02:28]
Dinosaur_Sr	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 10:13
	Uit dezelfde hoek als 'Jezus built my hotrod', namelijk Butthole Surfers: Lonesome Bulldog I, II, III en IV: "Get alone, lonesome bulldog It’s turning to spring Get alone, lonesome bulldog It’s that time again Though it’s raining Stop complaining There’s a long Road to bear Get alone, lonesome bulldog Get alone, over there, Get alone, lonesome bulldog In spring. Well, Mahatma Ghandi was a little spindly bottom ying ragged headed boy, who grew up in a Western Kentucky village called Johnstonvile, in Harrison County, there he grew up. His mother was a white woman, his father was a rastifarian, he refused to buy the family seafood on their outings. There he developed a taste for convertibles, blonde haired women, and big old long Indian dig, so get alone, get alone little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. Get alone, lonesome bulldog While there’s snow on the ground Get alone, lonesome bulldog Where you’ll never be found In the morning Without warning And there’s No food to share Get alone, lonesome bulldog Get alone, over there, Get alone, lonesome bulldog In spring. Well pretty soon little Mahatma Ghandi was going 300 miles per hour, and I’ll tell you what, he was going 300 miles per hour was because his strangely turbo charged penis head was making him do it that why, just kidding. Mahatma Ghandi had a tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house of representatives. There he found himself as a presidential candidate, and met up with Mary Joe Pipette, and across the bridge they did ride. So get alone, get alone little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring." You tell me....
Angel22	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 22:55
	Lump van the president of the USA Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally motionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjammas She totally confused all the passing piranhas She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump lingered last in line for brains, And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane Small thing's so sad that birds could land Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love She spent her twenties between the sheets Life limped along at subsonic speeds She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head... Beetje vreemd... maar wel lekker [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Angel22 op 24-03-2001 22:56]
TRIBAL	zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 23:43
	quote: Beetje vreemd... maar wel lekker Dank
Tackleberry	zondag 25 maart 2001 @ 16:09
	Limp Bizkit - My generation quote: We downloaded the shockwave for all of the ladies in the cave to get your groove on and maybe I'm the one who flew over the cukoos nest well guess who's next Robbie Williams - Knutsford City limits quote: You said I was northern scum I was wounded baby That's fighting talk where I'm from And I'm not moving baby Spent my life dancing with shadows in strobe lights It's alright, everything mellows in sunlight And now London's got its gimmicks And New York had its minute But Knutsford City limits I'll never change Robbie Williams - By all means necessary quote: Canned laughter for applause You've opened doors In and out of their wives In and out of your smalls It's no a BAFTA you're after You want a million dollar lay By all means necessary You will get you way It all seems so easy But so are you That's what I've heard them say
cptmarco	zondag 25 maart 2001 @ 21:41
	Hector's Out - Green on Red It's getting dangerous to be alone hands are all sweaty, eyes on the phone felling itchy, sctatch like dog that's been kicked around, stuck like a frog Here's the situation as far as I can see he's stripped of his credential his pedigree It's a long hot summer, no air conditioning you boil like a lobster, even the birds won't sing you're on a tumble, no sleep at night tootired to make love, but not to fight Dreaming is for losers who just can make it work Hectors out of prison, he's goen berserk Drained and empty, can't get your fill the shadows surround you, man it's like overkill a twisters brewing, heat on the rise cross hairs lined up, between your eyes Death by suffocation gets closer every day till every breaths' a number you waste away
Juan Zueco	donderdag 20 maart 2003 @ 01:57
	Richard talks too slow he'd get interrupted long before I always loved that guy and he's not on T.V. anymore. (c) The Wherewithal - The Hip (natuurlijk) J.
Don_Tom	donderdag 20 maart 2003 @ 02:01
	Uit "Fuck her gently" van tenacious D: And then you say hey I bought you flowers And then you say wait a minute sally I think I got somethin in my teeth Could you get it out for me That's fuckin teamwork Whats your favorite posish? That's cool with me Its not my favorite But I'll do it for you Whats your favorite dish? Im not gonna cook it But ill order it from Zanzibar Het concert van hun in paradiso vorige week was WREEEED!!! Hail to the D
Type	donderdag 20 maart 2003 @ 10:09
	quote: The Lucksmiths - Music To Hold Hands To You can't keep a secret But you keep a diary anyway And you get away with murder Because you've got a way with words Yeah, and I know where you keep it: Under where your underwear is meant to be But usually it's all over the floor I can't see the carpet anymore quote: The Lucksmiths - Synchronised Sinking You're unsure But at least you're thinking This looks more and more Like synchronised sinking quote: The Lucksmiths - Broken Bones So much for unexpected weather It's been overcast forever Since I fell from my sweetheart's clutches To a springtime spent on crutches Coffee cups, promises, sure But I've never broken bones before So many staring at the wall days I've been housebound ever and always quote: Oasis - Cigarettes and Alcohol Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for? I was looking for some action But all I found was cigarettes and alcohol quote: Oasis - Champagne Supernova Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannon ball Where were you while we were getting high? [q]Oasis - Hey Now The first thing I saw As I walked through the door Was a sign on the wall that read It said "you might never know That I want you to know What is written inside of your head"[ /q] Bijvoorbeeld. Bij de Lucksmiths zijn vooral de woordspelinkjes en derg leuk. (op een gegeven moment in... synchronised sinking geloof ik zingt'ie "Why don't you let go of your boy and see, you've lost none of your buoancy" ) En bij Oasis omdat het of lekker vreemd, of lekker loos is. En dit waren nog maar 2 bandjes, en te weinig voorbeelden
Berkery	donderdag 20 maart 2003 @ 10:18
	Een band met bijna altijd grappige en hilarische teksten, King Missile (ze bestaan niet meer): quote: Jesus was way cool Jesus was way cool Everybody liked Jesus Everybody wanted to hang out with him Anything he wanted to do, he did He turned water into wine And if he wanted to He could have turned wheat into marijuana Or sugar into cocaine Or vitamin pills into amphetamines He walked on the water And swam on the land He would tell these stories And people would listen He was really cool If you were blind or lame You just went to Jesus And he would put his hands on you And you would be healed That's so cool He could've played guitar better than Hendrix He could've told the future He could've baked the most delicious cake in the world He could've scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky He could've danced better than Barishnikov Jesus could have been funnier than any comedian you can think of Jesus was way cool He told people to eat his body and drink his blood That's so cool Jesus was so cool But then some people got jealous of how cool he was So they killed him But then he rose from the dead He rose from the dead, danced around Then went up to heaven I mean, that's so cool Jesus was way cool No wonder there are so many Christians quote: Detachable Penis I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time: it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time: I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment and I couldn't find it so I called up the place where the party was. They hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet (because for some reason I leave it there sometimes) but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called some other people from the party but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed. So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's place where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but, I don't know. Even though it's sometimes a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.