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  dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 01:06:32 #1
2207 Juan Zueco
Rap is geen muziek!
pi_843049
*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]

You bend your words like Uri Geller spoons...
pi_843149
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

O mamma mamma mamma, O mamma mamma mamma. Sai perche mi batte il corazon?
Ho visto Maradona, ho visto Maradona. Eh, mammà, innamorato son!
A Guinness a day keeps the doctor away
  dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 19:32:01 #3
2625 menjo
lo-fi till I die
pi_845261
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)

  dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 21:33:44 #4
1986 Jane
agnostic dyslexic insomniac
pi_846027
Sitting on a cornflake,
waiting for the van to come...
Lying awake, wondering if there is a Dog...
Tijn won het Morlvision Songfestival 2023
pi_846044
I'd steal the carcas for you
And feed off the virus

Deftones - RX Queen

In a dream I'm a different me with a perfect you, we fit perfectly.
And for once in my life I feel complete and I still want to ruin it.
  Trouwste user 2022 dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 21:46:04 #6
7889 tong80
Spleenheup
pi_846080
"Kun jij door een waterkraan?"

Vader Abraham - Het Smurfenlied.

Ik noem een Tony van Heemschut,een Loeki Knol,een Brammetje Biesterveld en natuurlijk een Japie Stobbe !
  dinsdag 20 maart 2001 @ 22:07:48 #7
7469 voh
Now without pants!
pi_846195
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

Kind sir, would you be so kind as to hand me a toothpick, for I seem to have a piece of rottweiler stuck twixt my teeth.
pi_846298
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

De Nu-Realiteit? Een 4 dimensionale droom, een nooit eindigende droomgeschiedenis in een holografisch, multidimensionaal universum.
pi_846476
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
2015: <span class="s">MLA - JFK - PMI</span>
pi_846780
"Turn off the light, and I'll glow"

Vanilla Ice - Ice, Ice Baby

WTF

  donderdag 22 maart 2001 @ 09:45:07 #11
10188 links234
Bill Cooper dude from hell
pi_851722
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!

Hell hath no fury like a hippo with a machine gun! | Pim Fortuyn was een kale nicht, en ontken dat maar eens! | Thorazine: More addictive than heroin, more fun than crack. | I'm more punk than you and i'll kick your ass!
  donderdag 22 maart 2001 @ 09:58:40 #12
10188 links234
Bill Cooper dude from hell
pi_851745
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
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[?] 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
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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
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Hell hath no fury like a hippo with a machine gun! | Pim Fortuyn was een kale nicht, en ontken dat maar eens! | Thorazine: More addictive than heroin, more fun than crack. | I'm more punk than you and i'll kick your ass!
  vrijdag 23 maart 2001 @ 21:33:41 #13
2890 Zanderrr
A Face Made For Radio
pi_858646
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......

"You fear Jazz. You fear the lack of rules, the lack of boundaries"
pi_859420
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"

Surfin' Afghanistan
  zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 01:07:15 #15
3772 TRIBAL
Beetje vreemd..........
pi_859550
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.

Maar wel uhmmm.................
  zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 01:07:38 #16
2207 Juan Zueco
Rap is geen muziek!
pi_859552
...and it's so lonely on a limb
You bend your words like Uri Geller spoons...
pi_859613
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

Surfin' Afghanistan
  zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 02:25:24 #18
9568 Witchfynder
/dev/bassguitar
pi_859868
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]

Mijn band: Conorach || MySpace || Twitter || Lastfm
"The band makes it rock. The crew makes it roll" - Dave Mustaine
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who like Heavy Metal and those who hate music.
pi_860146
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....

pi_861816
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]

  zaterdag 24 maart 2001 @ 23:43:21 #21
3772 TRIBAL
Beetje vreemd..........
pi_862010
quote:
Beetje vreemd... maar wel lekker
Dank
Maar wel uhmmm.................
pi_863616
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


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  FOK!fossiel zondag 25 maart 2001 @ 21:41:29 #23
8443 cptmarco
it's captain...
pi_864423
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

  donderdag 20 maart 2003 @ 01:57:47 #24
2207 Juan Zueco
Rap is geen muziek!
pi_9249722
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.

You bend your words like Uri Geller spoons...
  donderdag 20 maart 2003 @ 02:01:42 #25
35464 Don_Tom
Leave the gun.Take the cannoli
pi_9249778
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

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