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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:37:45 GMT -5
Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:38:09 GMT -5
want to tell You a story
'Bout a little Man if I can A gnome named Grimble Gromble
And little gnomes stay in their homes
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine
He wore a scarlet tunic
A blue-green hood, it looked quite good
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass, fresh air at last
Wining, dining, biding his time...
And then one day
Hooray, another way for gnomes to say
Ooh my...
Syd Barret ruled, before that had to lock him up coz he was crazy.
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:38:33 GMT -5
um errr um, Pink Floyd right?
Ell
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:38:59 GMT -5
Three Dog Blind.
That's funny, but Joy to the World will always be best in my book, Urk.
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:39:24 GMT -5
I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah..)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)
Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Said the laughing Gnome
Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a I'm a very unintelligent person who can't be bothered learning to express myself properly. Please, mock my ignorance.
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
"Oh, really?"
In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? you look like a rolling gnome."
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)
Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome service of course
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me
(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")
(One more time, yeah)
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:39:42 GMT -5
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:40:03 GMT -5
is there no end to your bizzre links, where do you find it all granpa mat
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:40:28 GMT -5
he usually finds them with his cane icon_wink.gif
Ell
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:40:50 GMT -5
*lol* I don't know if I can name the BEST lyrics, but I do know a few lyricists I absolutely adore:
Billy Corgan
Liz Phair
the girls from Shonen Knife
Some of my favourite lyrics:
F*ck and Run
I woke up alarmed
I didn't know where I was at first
Just that I woke up in your arms
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions, and
What ever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over, and
What ever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it, and
I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old sh*t
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
You got up out of bed
You said you had a lot of work to do
But I heard the rest in your head
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions, and
I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old sh*t
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend another year alone
It's f*ck and run
F*ck and run
Even when I was seventeen
F*ck and run
F*ck and run
Even when I was twelve
You almost felt bad
You said that I should call you up but
I knew much better than that
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions
And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
It's f*ck and run
F*ck and run
Even when I was seventeen
F*ck and run
F*ck and run
Even when I was twelve
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:41:10 GMT -5
.. Gee, thanks Tayzmanian Devil, bring us all down. I think I know what that censor is for! I'm a very unintelligent person who can't be bothered learning to express myself properly. Please, mock my ignorance.. Let's see...
Yup yup yup! Finally I know! I'm a very unintelligent person who can't be bothered learning to express myself properly. Please, mock my ignorance., as in F A G. At last, I know! Yay!
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:41:49 GMT -5
*sigh*
seriously mat.....
Ell
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:42:23 GMT -5
Solaris by Failure
I'VE BEEN FREEZING MY TIME
I'VE BEEN SLOWING MY BREATH
I'VE BEEN SAVING MY SOUL
I WANT YOU TO FREEZE TO
ARE YOU HAUNTING ME AGAIN?
ARE YOU THAWING OUT MY HEAD?
I WANT YOU TO GET OUT...
I'M ON AN OCEAN THAT HAS A BRAIN AND MAKES US DREAM
I'M ON A MISSION TO WIPE IMAGINATION CLEAN
YOU GROW INSIDE ME DYING TIME AND TIME AGAIN
I'M ON A MISSION TO ESCAPE FROM WHAT MY LIFE HAS BEEN
WITHOUT YOU
I'VE BEEN HIDING IN SNOW
I'VE BEEN TREADING ON GHOSTS
ARE YOU HAUNTING ME AGAIN?
ARE YOU BURNING UP MY HEAD?
I WILL NEVER SOLVE ALGEBRA OF NEED
ANY THOUGHT JUST MIGHT TURN TO FLESH AND DRAG ME BACK TO LIFE
This song is the shiznite
i recommend this band to anyone
Autra
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:42:53 GMT -5
The Ballad of Curtis Loew by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought ’em down to the corner, down to the country store
Cash ’em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
I’d give old Curt my money, he’d play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
’cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whip me but I’d go see him again
I’d clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
He’d play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine.
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
’cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yes sir
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol’ preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
But he lived a lifetime playin’ the black man’s blues
And on the day he lost his life, that’s all he had to lose
Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
’cause Curtis you’re the finest picker to ever play the blues
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:43:14 GMT -5
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Post by urk on Aug 10, 2005 22:43:40 GMT -5
icon_smile.gif i wish i had an odd song to add lol
Ell
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