Comrade Shampanyov, Gentleman wrote:
NOOLigan wrote: Hey there Minx.
Using NOOL for a personal greeting Ron?
yup. 
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Comrade Shampanyov, Gentleman wrote:
NOOLigan wrote: Hey there Minx.
Using NOOL for a personal greeting Ron?
Please note Ron was not being in the slightest bit slushy and no one required a sick bag after his greeting.
NOOLigan wrote:
Comrade Shampanyov, Gentleman wrote:
NOOLigan wrote: Hey there Minx.
Using NOOL for a personal greeting Ron?
yup.
I hope it doesn't piss people off around here then. 
I guess you can always tell them to fuck off.
I do.
Minx wrote:
Christopher Owens wrote: Nah. Much used to Enter Sandman for pulling.
Oh God, but I've actually used that too (....I was such a lush lol)
(and a bit of a domanatrix)
I used it to headbang and get my hair caught in another lady's hair.
Worked on occasions.
Christopher Owens wrote:
Minx wrote:
Christopher Owens wrote: Nah. Much used to Enter Sandman for pulling.
I used it to headbang and get my hair caught in another lady's hair.
Worked on occasions.
it was the 'take my hand.....' bit as much as anything...or maybe it was the fact that I was a 18 year old rock chic.
:\ohwell: Feeling any better though Ron?
managing to have any fun at all; (other than winding up the 'gentleman' with the foul mouth)
Burt Reynolds wrote: Right.. I'm back.
ELO were shite. I reckon the fuckers used backing tapes
Hey Burt!
Personal greeting! 
Comrade Shampanyov, Gentleman wrote: Never could get into ELO, no matter how many critics wrote about Jeff Lynne's genius....
I dunno... the guitar riffs were often too damn perfect.. Two guys playing a cello and a violin, managed to sound like a full bloody stringed orchestra, and God knows where the computer vocals were coming from.
Starting the set with a fake spaceship landing onstage is a bit rich too.
question for jack:
You seem to get annoyed on these boards often, do you ever consider not coming back?
jonathan wrote: question for jack:
You seem to get annoyed on these boards often, do you ever consider not coming back?
not really
Dam That River wrote:
jonathan wrote: question for jack:
You seem to get annoyed on these boards often, do you ever consider not coming back?
not really
good. i think youre mint
Evening Ron, Morning Shed Heads
Me and Ren here just "Off to the land of the Sun " ( Not the Newspaper ).
Be good !
will keep you informed, and will be on the lookout for Spanish Sheds 
I only smoke weed when I need to and I need to get some rest yo wheres the sex I confess I burned a hole in my matress yes yes it was me, I plead guilty and at the count of three I pulled back the duvet make my way to the refridgerator one dry potato inside no lie not even bread, jam when the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia, please release me and let me dream about making mad love on the heath, tearing off tights with my teeth but there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen It's black and I'm lonely Oh if I could only get some sleep Creaky noises make my skin creep I need to get some sleep I cant get no sleep.
1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power
Chorus
As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power
Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant ---- to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother---- him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be
(Fight the Power)
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Christopher Owens wrote: I only smoke weed when I need to and I need to get some rest yo wheres the sex I confess I burned a hole in my matress yes yes it was me, I plead guilty and at the count of three I pulled back the duvet make my way to the refridgerator one dry potato inside no lie not even bread, jam when the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia, please release me and let me dream about making mad love on the heath, tearing off tights with my teeth but there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen It's black and I'm lonely Oh if I could only get some sleep Creaky noises make my skin creep I need to get some sleep I cant get no sleep.
And I thought my medical records were private
From Paris to Berlin, and every disco I get in, my heart is pumping for love, pumping for love, 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, and all the things we could do, my heart is pumping for love, you left me longing for you
From Paris to Berlin, and every disco I get in, my heart is pumping for love, pumping for love, 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, And all the things we could do, my heart is pumping for love
Patience is a game, and every night I say your name, Hoping that you'll answer 'cause I'm going insane. It's quite along time ago , You brought me out of control, Hungry for you love and like I know what that might be
From Paris to Berlin, and every disco I get in, my heart is pumping for love, pumping for love, 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, And all the things we could do, my heart is pumping for love you left me longing for you you left me longing for you you left me longing for you you left me longing for you
Teasing was the thing and now I just can't let it go maiden you were something no-one else needs to know I quess I'm thinking of you, like I would know what to do when I found you, but I don't have got no clue
From Paris to Berlin, and every disco I get in, my heart is pumping for love, pumping for love. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, And all the things we could do, my heart is pumping for love, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you
who-hou-u who-hou-u who-hou-u who-hou-u who-hou-u who-hou-u who-hou-u
From Paris to Berlin, and every disco I get in, my heart is pumping for love, bounding for love, 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, And all the things we could do, my heart is pumping for love, you left me longing for you
From Paris to Berlin, and every disco I get in, my heart is pumping for love, pumping for love, 'Cause when I'm thinking of you, And all the things we could do, my heart is pumping for love, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you, you left me longing for you
