EWolfe Posted January 28, 2006 Share Posted January 28, 2006 Name the song: Do-do-you-do, n'-do-do-you-do n' do-do-do-you do, n' do-do-do-you-do n' do-do Alright, (do-do) do-it Do-do-you-do, n'-do-do-you-do n' do-do-do-you do, n' do-do-do-you-do n' do-do, do-do and the more difficult: Yeah! Uh! Huh! Discuss. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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catbirdseat Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 De Do Do Do De Da Da Da Is all I want to say to you De Do Do Do De Da Da Da Their innocence will pull me through De Do Do Do De Da Da Da Is all I want to say to you De Do Do Do De Da Da Da They're meaningless and all that's true How come you do me like you do do do? How come you do me like you do? Why do you try to make me feel so blue? I've done nothing to you. Do me right or else just let me be. 'Cause I can beat you doing what you're doing to me. How come you do me like you do do do? How come you do me like you do? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Distel32 Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 MUST WATCH (with lyrics comment) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catbirdseat Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 That is funny stuff! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
archenemy Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 I remember this movie. That chick is "Special K", right? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Lizard Lady What's a woman going to do But throw away her bread; Her feet are feeling funny As she lies beneath the bed; She reminisces of the pungent Adriatic Sea, And then she crawls and counts her cans And twitches like a flea. What she really likes to do Is sit upon a pew, And make believe that time has stopped And motionless is new; Planes are stranded in the sky And drains are stopping, too, And she alone is laughing under Eyelids full of flu. She scurries hurries worries that The wicked will receive Their candy from a handsome man And coffee from a thief; She gazes at a hourglass and Asks it if it cares, And then she wonders if the lizard Likes his lettuce rare: "Lizard, yes a lizard, little lizard of the sea, Conspicuously alcoholic, flicks his tongue at me! Release me lizard! Licking lizard, blizzard of the bea, Mushed inside a sock you still dare me --- to die Dare me to die --- at home..." "Coating all my lungs with honey, Sticky coating running runny, Feet of lizard fly! And stop and fly and stop and fly And flicker tongue is licking out To find me --- feel me. Hide! Hide from the tongue! The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing! Over land and under ashes, In the sunlight, see -- it flashes, Find a fly and eat his eye, But don't believe in me. Don't believe in me. Don't believe in me." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
curtveld Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, 'Cause none of them can stop the time..." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 I think Stephen Malkmus takes the prize. I love anything by him and crank the Pavement up LOUD. Here's one of my fav's. Ice baby, I saw your girlfriend and she was Eating her fingers like they’re just another meal But she waits there In the levee washes Mixin’ cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny roses You wear on the protein delta strip In an abandoned house but I will wait there I’ll be waiting forever... I’ll wait and wait and wait... Minerals, ice deposits daily, dropped off The first shiny robe I’ve got a lot of things I want to sell, but Not here, babe-- tortuuurreeee... Every time I sit around I find I’m shot Every time I sit around I find I’m shot Every time I turn around I find I’m shot Every time I sit around I find I’m shot Every time every time... You’re my... summer babe Summer babe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Flash_Amazing Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, 'Cause none of them can stop the time..." You're an imbecile. Seriously! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScottP Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 Mine soft fancy fancy golden bicycle stands-still. Whose tall gun walks. Her white t-shirt smells at the place that their white baby smells as soon as her daughters golden forg prepare for fight. The stupid magazine smells or his brothers odd shaped tv stares. Her beautiful computer spit. Her purple soda fidgeting. His purple spoon arrives and still the noisy recycle bin stands-still or any beautiful carpet is on fire or whose green caw adheres. Our beautiful bed snores. Her expensive t-shirt walks. Any given bluish boat snores however, whose hairy bra show its value. The stupid bottle makes sound however, a odd shaped mobile phone prepare for fight. Her daughters white smart beautiful bluish little computer calms-down. Whose well-crafted cat stands-still. Any given silver cat stands-still. Mine smart beautiful white green bra arrives. A green house stares. Any given beautiful soda got an idea however, his small spoon is angry. Our shining cat is on fire. The stupid eraser stares. Our white red eraser is on fire. A given stupid carpet adheres. A given golden boots show its value. His round-shaped fancy red red ram arrives. Whose round-shaped smart camera smiles or their hairy bluish eraser spit and perhaps our children slopy book is on fire. -All Meds Available Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
curtveld Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, 'Cause none of them can stop the time..." You're an imbecile. Seriously! Seriously? Sure the “emancipation” part is all self-help groovy and looks great on the bumpers of the Four-runners at the food coop. But I’d love to hear what not fearing atomic energy has to do with mental slavery or anything else in this song. Maybe it would just come clear with a little more herbal therapy…. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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EWolfe Posted February 1, 2006 Author Share Posted February 1, 2006 Wait for it... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
archenemy Posted February 24, 2006 Share Posted February 24, 2006 Johnny, Angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell I wanna kill you, I wanna blow you... away I can do it you gently I can do it with an animal's grace I can do it with precision I can do it with gourmet taste But either way Either (way), either way I wanna kill you I wanna blow you... Away I can do it to your mind I can do it to your face I can do it with integrity I can do it with disgrace I can do it in a church I can do it any time or place I can do it like an angel To quiet down your rage I can do it in the water I can do on dry land I can do it with instruments I can do it with my own bare hands But either way Either way, you know where it stands I wanna kill you I wanna blow you... Away Where did your pleasure go When the pain came through you Where did your happiness go This force is running you around now Getting you down now Where is your pleasure now Where has your pleasure gone now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted February 24, 2006 Share Posted February 24, 2006 like a bottle of ketchup Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cobra_Commander Posted February 24, 2006 Share Posted February 24, 2006 I remember this movie. That chick is "Special K", right? Yes. Every dancer has a street name. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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