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favorite line from a song?
- Thread starter chrdog
- Start date
fat man sittin on a
little stool
takes the
money from my hand as his eyes take a walk all over you
-the boss
little stool
takes the
money from my hand as his eyes take a walk all over you
-the boss
slydrite
On a brake
awesome tune...when I hear it, I think of an awesome chica...
'Hey Pretty', Drive By Mix, by Poe
Mark:
Keiri suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door bmw coupe
In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats
Keiri took over from there.
At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edge
Known to some as mullholland, that sinuous road running the ridge of the santa monica mountains
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns
Sometimes dropping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
Fast, slow, fast fast slow
Sometime a wide turn sometimes a quick one she preferred the tighter ones
The sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right before driving back to the right
Only so she could do it all over again until after enough speed, and
Enough wind, and more distance than i had been prepared to expect
Taking me to parts of the city i rarely think of and never visit...
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Mark:
I can't remember the inane things i started babbling about then, i know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back, and told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants
Mind you, her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though i could feel her
Lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away
Pinch it, she said, which i did, lightly, until she also said pull it,
Which i also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under
And beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world (through my world)
Hey pretty (hey pretty)
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world (my world)
Mark:
We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just
Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until
As our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder
Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words
Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too
Much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon
Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of
Our rumored desires, hers for all i know gone to black forests and
Wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery i still could only hear the shape of
Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still
Continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn
Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine...i didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine
A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically
A bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway
Too bad dark languages rarely survive..."
Das nicht zu hause sein x2 ( = there is no house in german )
Ba da da da (da x 8 echoes )
'Hey Pretty', Drive By Mix, by Poe
Mark:
Keiri suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door bmw coupe
In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats
Keiri took over from there.
At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edge
Known to some as mullholland, that sinuous road running the ridge of the santa monica mountains
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns
Sometimes dropping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
Fast, slow, fast fast slow
Sometime a wide turn sometimes a quick one she preferred the tighter ones
The sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right before driving back to the right
Only so she could do it all over again until after enough speed, and
Enough wind, and more distance than i had been prepared to expect
Taking me to parts of the city i rarely think of and never visit...
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Mark:
I can't remember the inane things i started babbling about then, i know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back, and told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants
Mind you, her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though i could feel her
Lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away
Pinch it, she said, which i did, lightly, until she also said pull it,
Which i also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under
And beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world (through my world)
Hey pretty (hey pretty)
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world (my world)
Mark:
We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just
Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until
As our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder
Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words
Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too
Much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon
Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of
Our rumored desires, hers for all i know gone to black forests and
Wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery i still could only hear the shape of
Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still
Continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn
Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine...i didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine
A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically
A bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway
Too bad dark languages rarely survive..."
Das nicht zu hause sein x2 ( = there is no house in german )
Ba da da da (da x 8 echoes )
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Dr. Evil
Mother of God.
"Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves/then I do imagine there will be sorrow/no more"
Sorrow -- Bad Religion
The lyric I quoted makes much more sense in context with the rest of the song.
Sorrow -- Bad Religion
The lyric I quoted makes much more sense in context with the rest of the song.
AbeezieSoNeezie
"Wait for iiiiiiiiittt!!"
". . . I'm just a notch on your bed post but your just a line from a song. . . "
milo2
Expensive by design
1. Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
4. And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
4. And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
ntula
faster than a broom
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2006
- Location
- san francisco
- Moto(s)
- M900S (medea), ZX10.4 (nemesis), MZ660E (baghira)
- Name
- tara
fear
let's have a war
some reason this song keeps going through me head today.
let's have a war
some reason this song keeps going through me head today.
CeruleanSkye
Rock Steady Vibe
- Joined
- May 12, 2006
- Location
- The 408
- Moto(s)
- 06 CBR 600RR; 06 Ninja 500 (sold); 07 KLX 300R
- Name
- Kitteh!
"Born to blossom, bloom to perish..."
DouBLeOcHinK
New member
The Bloodhound Gang: The Bad Touch
"So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts..."
"So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts..."
deekyoo
Human
all the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
but every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
that crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
and the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancin' skeleton
surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
a furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiney marble dice
some people call them snake-eyes but to me they look like mice
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
but every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
that crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
and the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancin' skeleton
surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
a furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiney marble dice
some people call them snake-eyes but to me they look like mice
ntula
faster than a broom
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2006
- Location
- san francisco
- Moto(s)
- M900S (medea), ZX10.4 (nemesis), MZ660E (baghira)
- Name
- tara
there ain't no bugs on me
there ain't no bugs on me
there may be bugs on some of your mugs
but there ain't no bugs on me
there ain't no bugs on me
there may be bugs on some of your mugs
but there ain't no bugs on me
Cygnus
habitual line stepper
MTV get away from me. I don' wanna see no MTV!
I wanna be doin' some sin with ya Martha Quinn.
I wanna be gettin' in Martha Quinn.
I wanna be stuffin' Martha's muffin.
I wanna be doin' some sin with ya Martha Quinn.
I wanna be gettin' in Martha Quinn.
I wanna be stuffin' Martha's muffin.
Cygnus
habitual line stepper
The ache in my back tells me something's gone wrong
chrdog
Veterano
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrooooiiiiin..........Be the death of mee....
Cygnus
habitual line stepper
I'm finished with the fashions
You
were under the impression
that if you were walking forward
you'd end up futher onward
but things ain't quite that simple
You
were under the impression
that if you were walking forward
you'd end up futher onward
but things ain't quite that simple
Outsider
New member
Pull the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it...
Now back to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet Jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
game- 300 bars
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it...
Now back to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet Jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
game- 300 bars
Outsider
New member
As much as I love that show that song sticks in my head like no other. Drives me ape shit
T-1 Thunder
newbie
"And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked - I take my ass back to where I grew up and get real, boy"
Call it.
Call it.