erik Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 War Until the philosophy which hold one race superiorAnd anotherInferiorIs finallyAnd permanentlyDiscreditedAnd abandoned -Everywhere is war -Me say war. That until there no longerFirst class and second class citizens of any nationUntil the colour of a man's skinIs of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -Me say war. That until the basic human rightsAre equally guaranteed to all,Without regard to race -Dis a war. That until that dayThe dream of lasting peace,World citizenshipRule of international moralityWill remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,But never attained -Now everywhere is war - war. And until the ignoble and unhappy regimesthat hold our brothers in Angola,In Mozambique,South AfricaSub-human bondageHave been toppled,Utterly destroyed -Well, everywhere is war -Me say war. War in the east,War in the west,War up north,War down south -War - war -Rumours of war.And until that day,The African continentWill not know peace,We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -And we know we shall winAs we are confidentIn the victory Of good over evil -Good over evil, yeah!Good over evil -Good over evil, yeah!Good over evil -Good over evil, yeah! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
avypoodle Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 Tom Dooley CHORUS: Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy you¹re bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life Met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife CHORUS This time tomorrow Reckon where I¹ll be If it hadn'¹t been for Grayson I¹'d been in Tennessee CHORUS This time tomorrow Reckon where I¹ll be Down in some lonesome valley Hanging from a white oak tree CHORUS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lizard_brain Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 What the fu....Are these guys serious? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Craftmatic Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 Farkin' Hootennany! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charlie Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 The sun is shining, the weather is sweet- makes you want to move your dancing feet. How was the rain fellas? -just got back from mexico!!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Craftmatic Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 "Me say war." Here you can clearly see that Bob was heavily influenced by Cookie Monster in his early work. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
specialed Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Smile you're in Jamaica... er, I mean Tacoma Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
glen Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Gee... and I was just looking for the lyrics for Tom Dooley... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zenolith Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Standing on the moon, got no cobwebs on my shoes,Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so alone and blue. See the gulf of Mexico, as tiny as a tear.The coast of California must be somewhere over here.Over here. Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below,Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go. There's a metal flag beside me, someone planted long ago.Old Glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo.Old Glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo.Indigo. I see all of South East Asia, I can see El Salvador.I hear the cries of children, and other songs of war. It's like a mighty melody, that rings out from the sky.Standing here upon the moon,I watch it all roll by, all roll by, all roll by, all roll by. Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun.Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by on. I can hear a cry of victory, another of defeat.A scrap of age-old lullaby, down some forgotten street. Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true.Standing on the moon, but I would rater be with you. Somewhere in San Francisco, on a back porch in July.Just looking up to heaven at this crescent in the sky.In the sky. Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do.A lovely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you.A lovely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you.Be with you, be with you, be with you, be with you.Rather be with you, be with you, be with you, be with you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fairweather Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 O say, can you see by the dawns early lightWhat so proudly we hailed,at the twilight's last gleamingWhose broad stripes and bright stars,throught the perilous fightO'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that star spangled banner yet waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? [ 03-25-2002: Message edited by: Fairweather ] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chucK Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 oh mother earthwith your fields of greenonce more laid down by the hungry handhow long can you give and not receive and feed this world ruled by greedand feed this world ruled by greed Oh ball of firein the summer skyyour healing light your parade of daysare they betrayed by the men of powerwho hold this world in their changing hands Oh freedom land can you let this go?Down to the street where the numbers growrespect mother earth and her giving waysor trade away our childrens days.Respect mother earth and her healing waysor trade away our childrens days. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lizard_brain Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurrs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ivan Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 When I was a young man I carried my packAnd I lived the free life of a roverFrom the Murrays green basin to the dusty outbackI waltzed my Matilda all overThen in nineteen fifteen my country said SonIt's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be doneSo they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gunAnd they sent me away to the warAnd the band played Waltzing MatildaAs we sailed away from the quayAnd amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheersWe sailed off to Gallipoli How well I remember that terrible dayHow the blood stained the sand and the waterAnd how in that hell that they called Suvla BayWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughterJohnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself wellHe chased us with bullets, he rained us with shellsAnd in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hellNearly blew us right back to AustraliaBut the band played Waltzing MatildaAs we stopped to bury our slainWe buried ours and the Turks buried theirsThen we started all over again Now those that were left, well we tried to surviveIn a mad world of blood, death and fireAnd for ten weary weeks I kept myself aliveBut around me the corpses piled higherThen a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over titAnd when I woke up in my hospital bedAnd saw what it had done, I wished I was deadNever knew there were worse things than dyingFor no more I'll go waltzing MatildaAll around the green bush far and nearFor to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legsNo more waltzing Matilda for me So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimedAnd they shipped us back home to AustraliaThe armless, the legless, the blind, the insaneThose proud wounded heroes of SuvlaAnd as our ship pulled into Circular QuayI looked at the place where my legs used to beAnd thank Christ there was nobody waiting for meTo grieve and to mourn and to pityAnd the band played Waltzing MatildaAs they carried us down the gangwayBut nobody cheered, they just stood and staredThen turned all their faces away And now every April I sit on my porchAnd I watch the parade pass before meAnd I watch my old comrades, how proudly they marchReliving old dreams of past gloryAnd the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and soreThe forgotten heroes from a forgotten warAnd the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"And I ask myself the same questionAnd the band plays Waltzing MatildaAnd the old men answer to the callBut year after year their numbers get fewerSome day no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing MatildaWho'll come a waltzing Matilda with meAnd their ghosts may be heard as you pass the BillabongWho'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Honkeydong Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 I am on the rock and then I check a stockI have to run like a fugitive to save the life I liveI'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (repeat)Iron Lion ZionI'm on the run but I ain't got no gunSee they want to be the starSo they fighting tribal warAnd they saying Iron like a Lion in ZionIron like a Lion in Zion,Iron Lion Zion I'm on the rock, (running and you running)I take a stock, (running like a fugitive)I had to run like a fugitive just to save the life I liveI'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (repeat)Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion Iron like a Lion in Zion, Iron like a Lion in Zion Iron like a Lion in Zion Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brock_Landers Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 Sister Christian, oh the time has comeAnd you know that you're the only one to sayOkay Where you goin', what you looking for?You know those boys don't want to play no more with youIt's true You're motoringWhat's your price for flight,And finding Mister Right?You'll be all right tonight Babe, you know you're growing up so fastAnd momma's worrying that you won't last to sayLet's play Sister Christian, there's so much in lifeDon't you give it up before your time is dueIt's trueIt's true (Yeah) You're motoringYou've got him in your sightsAnd driving through the nightYou're motoringWhat's your price for flight,And finding Mister Right?You'll be all right tonight You're motoringWhat's your price for flight,And finding Mister Right?You'll be all right tonightYou're motoringWhat's your price for flight,And finding Mister Right?You'll be all right...Tonight Sister Christian, oh the time has comeAnd you know that you're the only one to sayOkayBut you're motoringYeah, motoring Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wopper Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 The title of this thread should have been "Dorks." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted March 29, 2002 Author Share Posted March 29, 2002 quote: Originally posted by Wopper: The title of this thread should have been "Dorks." wopper, go home and watch some tv...... and another outbusrt like that will cost ya!!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lizard_brain Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 Is anyone actually reading this shit? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted March 29, 2002 Author Share Posted March 29, 2002 quote: Originally posted by lizard brain: Is anyone actually reading this shit? u r Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CleeshterFeeshter Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 Kill the People and burn the villagedrop some Napalm on the squareDo it on this Easter MorningAs the poeple go to Prayer Aim some cruise Missilesat the school yardListen as the teacher rings the bellListen to the joy and the laughterJust prior to the children burning to hell Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lizard_brain Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 quote: Originally posted by erik: u r Not all of it - one glance at 75 lines of gay poetry, and I tune out and move on to the next post and hope for something worth reading. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wopper Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 If "the man" didn't have me chained to my desk, I would be sitting my big, fat ass on the couch with a clicker in my hand. What exactly will this cost me? Send the bill! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elvis Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 Dark and lonely is the savage night Kill my landlord, kill my landlord Watchdog barking-- do he bite? Kill my landlord, kill my landlord Open he window, break he neck Then his house I start to wreck Got no reason-- what the heck! Kill my landlord, kill my landlord C-I-L-L my landlord. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charlie Posted March 29, 2002 Share Posted March 29, 2002 Landlord landlord, where ya at? I'm hidin' 'round the corner with a baseball bat- I need them snaps that ya made today, or watch me turn into Willie Mays. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted March 29, 2002 Author Share Posted March 29, 2002 i cannot believe how many of you missed the message in the post.....well cept for cleesther in some sort of sick way got it..... nesta was nothing about advocating violence towards anyone....... oh well.......!? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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