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Love Is How You Make It - GONG

I left my body on my bed I flew away inside my head To dive right through the moon and find A perfect world inside my mind I want to take you there Smiling through your hair

That is why I sing this song And why there is a band called Gong Voices in our heads are calling Ringing bells and singing tales of How this world could be If only we could learn to melt together Make such lovely weather

Maybe we will blow it like in bygone ages Maybe we will make it if we care You'll be there We'll be there - love...

Love is how you live it Love is how you give it Love is how you make it Love is how you take it First you make it with your body Everything you give to share When you come together then you're One with lovers everywhere, everywhere...

Give a little wink, give a little wink You know...

You know just who the pot head pixies are Have a little drink...

Rows and flows of Angel Hair and Ice Cream Castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way but now they only block the sun they rain and snow on everyone so many things I would have done but clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show you leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now From give and takes, and still somehow It's loves illusions I recall I really don't know love, at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way Oh but now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed, Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's lifes illusions I recall I really don't know life at all

Class.

*talking* Oh my god Becky, look at her butt Its so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute I mean her butt It's just so big I can't believe it's so round It's just out there I mean, it's gross Look, she's just so black

*rap* I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up tough Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh, baby I wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got Make Me so horney Ooh, rump of smooth skin You say you wanna get in my benz Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's Sweat,Wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines Saying flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back

So Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah) Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah) Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt Baby got back

I like'em round and big And when I'm throwin a gig I just can't help myself I'm actin like an animal Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home And UH, double up UH UH I aint talkin bout playboy Cuz silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knockin these bimbos walkin like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas I wanna get with ya I won't cus or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna -- Til the break of dawn Baby Got it goin on Alot of pimps won't like this song Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it But I'd rather stay and play Cuz I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah) Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back

Yeah baby When it comes to females Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection 36-24-36 Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend throws a Honda Playin workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that hard role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin And I'm thinkin bout stickin To the beanpole dames in the magazines You aint it miss thing Give me a sista I can't resist her Red beans and rice did miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis Cuz his girls were on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And pulled up quick to get with 'em So ladies if the butt is round And you wanna triple X throw down Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back

dunno about whole song but opener must be...

'son I'm thirty, I only went with your mother cos she's dirty'

Poet.

All the photographs are peeling And colors turn to gray.....he stayed In his room with memories for days...he faced An undertow of future's laid to waste.....embraced By the loss of what he could not replace

There is no reason that she passed And there is no god with a plan.....it's sad And his loneliness is proof......it's sad He could only love you.....it's sad

The door swings through a passing fable A fate we may delay......we say, Holding on, forever in our embrace He lit a match, he laid in bed... Hoping that dreams would her back.....it's sad And his loneliness is cruel....it's sad He could only love you.....it's sad

Holding his last breath, believing He'll make his way But she's not forgotten He's haunted He's searching for escape

If just one wish could bring her back....it's sad And his loneliness is proof.....it's sad He will always love you

It's sad.

I might be a honky but I'm hung like a donkey

Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear

I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now your life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way

Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello goodbye Say hello wave goodbye

Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails

I owned a line you formed a queue

From 'You be Illin' by Run DMC

One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny Went up to the front with a menu and his money He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um...is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac! You be illin'

Today you won a ticket to see Doctor J Front row seat (in free!) no pay Radio in hand, snacks by feet Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town Round his back, through the hoop, then you scream "Touchdown!" You be illin'

The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance You be illin'

For dinner, you ate it, there is none left It was salty, with butter and it was death You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! You be illin'

Class

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter, anyhow An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe That light I never knowed An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin' anyway So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell But goodbye's too good a word, gal So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right

Holiday In Cambodia

So you been to schools For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son

Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc....

And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slum's got so much soul

POL POT!

Come inside boy - they call this fun! (Music to please the adolescent) Taking the easy way out again Part of the process - same old story Follow the leaders (look at the leaders)

You just condone all that you mean Play time doesn't last forever Shouting about it taking the bait Walking again in the same direction Follow the leaders (look at the leaders)

Time moves on and then you notice The ground starts to tremble beneath your feet Man killed man and blood was shed (yawn!) And the gasps of relief at human nature like Follow the leaders (look at the leaders)

Paranoid

Finished with my woman 'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane Because I am frowning all the time

All day long I think of things But nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind If I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me Occupy my brain? Oh yeah

I need someone to show me The things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh And you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel And love to me us so unreal

And so as you hear these words Telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late

"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star, in somebody else's sky, but why, why, why can't it be mine?"

Lonely drifter on the hill. Why do I? One must have a heart of steel. Why do I? It's not how you look, but how you feel. Why do I? You must have a heart of steel. Why do I? Why do I keep fucking up?

I can see you on the hill. Why do I? All comatose but walking still. Why do I? Flowing curves beneath your flowing gown. Why do I? Oh, only I can bring myself down. Why do I? Why do I keep fuckin up?

Bowman's pick and dogs that bite. Why do I? Oh, dogs that howl through the night. Why do I? Oh, broken leashes all over the floor. Why do I? Keys left hanging in a swinging door. Why do I? Why do I keep fucking up?

Well i like em anyway

the ones of la Montagne...

bloody hell, why did we have to play soldiers for a year ? they brainwashed me with this bloody song, anthem of the 24ième BCA !!!

sam cooke--a change is gonna come

I was born by the river in a little tent Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since It's been a long, a long time coming But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky It's been a long, a long time coming But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

I go to the movie and I go downtown somebody keep telling me don't hang around It's been a long, a long time coming But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother And I say brother help me please But he winds up knockin' me Back down on my knees

There been times that I thought I couldn't last for long But now I think I'm able to carry on It's been a long, a long time coming But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

strange fruit--billie holiday (abel meeropol aka lewis allen)

Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.

kirsty maccoll--a new england (billy bragg)

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I’m twenty-two now, but I won’t be for long People ask me when will I grow up to understand Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still Though I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill I don’t feel bad about letting you go I just feel sad about letting you know

I don’t want to change the world I’m not looking for a new england Are you looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me But that was bloody yesterday I can’t survive on what you send Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them, but they were only satellites It’s wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care

I don’t want to change the world I’m not looking for a new england Are you looking for another girl

My dreams were full of strange ideas My mind was set despite the fears But other things got in the way I never asked that boy to stay

Once upon a time at home I sat beside the telephone Waiting for someone to pull me through When at last it didn’t ring, I knew it wasn’t you

I don’t want to change the world I’m not looking for a new england Are you looking for another girl

Wesley Willis - My Mother Smokes Crack Rocks

My mother is a dope fiend My mother smokes paraphenelia as I speak My mother buys cocaine from a dope man She loves to smoke that crack pipe

My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks

My mother smoked that crack like a cigar She had a good time at it She jacks my brother for dope money She does it by threatening him with a Smith & Wesson

My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks

At 11:00 PM, the police came to my mother's house to eject her They arrested my mother for possession of a controlled substance My mother was taken to the metal clink They locked her up for being a loser

My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks My mother smokes crack rocks

Remco, it's the go-ahead-and-get-it store

I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham Out on a windy common That night I ain't forgotten When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions I said you are a lady Perhaps she said I may be We moved into a basement With thoughts of our engagement We stayed in by the telly Although the room was smelly We spent our time just kissing The Railway Arms we're missing But love had got us hooked up And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley He said I'd come in handy And started me on Monday So I had a bath on Sunday I worked eleven hours And bought the girl some flowers She said she'd seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter I put away a tenner Each week to make her better And when the time was ready We had to sell the telly Late evenings by the fire With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50 I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another

And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen I feel there's something missing I'd beg for some forgiveness But begging's not my business And she won't write a letter Although I always tell her And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction

By radio wave, and satellite And computer print-out page There's a brand new breed of pharacy For the electronic age From the land so free, home of the brave So white they're squeaky clean So prosperous and odious With malignant piety Yeah these are the men who put the right in righteous Such hypocrisy, stupidity is truly out of sight, yes

Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither

So infiltrate, indoctrinate Inflict their lunacy Intolerance and ignorance Upon humanity May the hand of God, please cut me down Should I sing I'm true to thee For creationist lies and dollar signs Are just fascist fallacies They offer to you salvation by the nation Keep that money coming folks Make heaven your destination

Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither

Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither

Inspired by the 'Goths' thread:

Half Man Half Biscuit - With Goth on Our Side Lyrics

My name it is Dai Young, I'm the king of Welsh Goth, The village I come from, Is near Abersoch.

I was brought up on Bauhaus, And black bedroom walls, And I had my first snakebite, When I was in halls.

Now the graveyard is calling, The sky's getting greyer, I'll drink the warm blood of the borough surveyor, And I'll murder the verger, I've seen how he gawps, And I'll write on his headstone "Here lies Jones the Corpse".

Now my overweight girlfriend, She sits and she crimps. Her mothers convinced shes communing with imps, Her brothers alright though, He's a good lad is Wilf, Cos he's into Placebo and Cradle of Filth.

At my gig up in Butlins, The red-coats complained, They tried to remove me - the bottles they rained, But for the first time in history I did "Run and Hide", And the scousers in shell-suits, Had Goths on their side.

Now this land of my fathers, It don't suit my needs, I'd rather be someplace, Like Bradford or Leeds, Where the Gimpton teenagers could meet in my shed, For advice on masscara, And all things undead.

Now my left index finger, Is nine inches long, It's hovering over, A world that's gone wrong, Ask me to Prestatyn, And thats what I'll do, And we'll all die together, And Dylan can sue.

For all the profoundness of Dylan, Curtis et al, you can beat a bit of HMHB for lyrical brilliance...

Snorri xxx

Jiphy wrote: the ones of la Montagne...

bloody hell, why did we have to play soldiers for a year ? they brainwashed me with this bloody song, anthem of the 24ième BCA !!!

fookin great avatar, Jiphy

eerrrmmm, about lyrics - ImaginE is quite good

Christopher Owens wrote: Holiday In Cambodia

So you been to schools For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son

Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc....

And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slum's got so much soul

POL POT!

excellent ive sang this with a punk band that were playing in a pub that i was drunk in

Another couple from the wonderful Orchids:

"I'm drinking Irn Bru and I'm thinking of you" (I've Got A Habit)

and the one below

Snorri xxx

Riva by Slow Pulse feat. Cathy Battistessa

Hey what did you know about insanity? You wouldn’t tell me what is mad and what is useful thinking It doesn’t work like this you know because I don’t agree You really know nothing about insanity Oh what a way to go to sanity Disrespecting, disregarding, disillusioning bullshit everyday Disrespecting, disregarding, money grabbing, battle starting Hey in my own world this is insanity In my own world this isn’t sanity A river runs freely through my body A river runs freely through my heart I’ve got something to share with you, it’s a story of me Of a young girl battered and bruised by society Regretting nothing, forgiving everything I throw a hug at all my friends and enemies Sometimes it’s hard to live this sometimes it hurts Sometimes it takes all my courage cause that’s the river A river runs freely through my body. A river runs freely through my heart. I've got nothing to fear in this world My will is good And since I respect myself, people do so too. Hey I’ve been paranoid and down to hell. But I get back on my feet I came back to tell. Sometimes it’s hard to live this, sometimes it hurts But it is just the most rewarding it is a river. A river runs freely through my body A river runs freely through my heart.

NEW ORDER LYRICS

"Murder"

Crows, crows, crows, I hate them! Crawl across! [sampled from the film "Caligula"]

I wouldn't do that, Dave I'm afraid, Dave My mind is going There is no question about it (sampled form 2001 space odyysey)

quality

Public Image Limited The Flowers Of Romance

Now in the summer I could be happy or in distress Depending on the company On the veranda Talk of the future or reminisce Behind the dialogue We're in a mess Whatever I intended I sent you flowers You wanted chocolates instead The flowers of romance The flowers of romance I've got binoculars On top of boxhill I could be Nero Fly the eagle and start all over again I can't depend on these so called friends It's a pity you need to defend I'll take the furniture and start all over again