Journal FortKnox's Journal: Whatcha gonna do... 32
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
The only thing I hate worse than my wife's choice of music is how it gets stuck in my head!
Someone give me at least a decent song to get stuck in my brain!
all that junk inside that trunk?
The only thing I hate worse than my wife's choice of music is how it gets stuck in my head!
Someone give me at least a decent song to get stuck in my brain!
Here ya go (Score:2)
Baaaaaabeeeee now you're moving way too fast
You gotta gimmie good lovin;
Gimmie little lovin'
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
If you want our love to last.
Used to walk you home
baby after school
(carry your books home too)
But now you got a boyfriend
down the street,
Baby what you're tryin' to do?
(You'd better)
Slow Down!
Baaaaaabeeeee now you're moving way too fast
You gotta gimmie good lovin;
Gimmie little lovin'
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
If you want our love to last.
Re:Here ya go (Score:1)
Beatles don't do as many Brrrrs...
Re:Here ya go (mark II) (Score:2)
Won't do nothing right, just sits there looking good.
Don't wanna go to school and learn to read and write.
Just sits around the house and plays rock & roll music all night.
Wellllll, he put some tacks on teacher's chair,
put chewin' gum in a little girl's hair.
NOW JUNIOR, BEHAVE YOURSELF!!!
Well he worries his teacher till at night she's ready to poop
From rocking and a-rolling spinning in a hula hoop!
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as
i am disappointed in you ellem (Score:1)
Re:i am disappointed in you ellem (Score:2)
but Slow Down was in my ears
Let me hear you say... (Score:1)
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Re:Let me hear you say... (Score:2)
Suicide is painless? (Score:2)
Visions of the things to be,
The pains that are withheld for me,
I realize and I can see...
That suicide is painless,
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
The game of life is hard to play,
I'm going to loose it anyway,
The loosin' card I'll someday lay;
So this is all I have to say...
my anaconda don't want none (Score:2)
guaranteed to get stuck
Re:my anaconda don't want none (Score:1)
Re:my anaconda don't want none (Score:1)
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
An' take ya pitcha'!
That brings back some fond memories... Thanks!
Suicide Solution (Score:2)
\;;/, .
OZZY! OZZY! OZZY! OZZY!
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liquor
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tommorows
(Away tommorows)
Evil thoughts and evil doings
Cold, alone you hang in ruins
Thought that you'd escape the reaper
You can't escape the master keeper
'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie
Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why
Then you ask from your cask, is there life after bi
little bell (Score:1)
Although it tries it cannot sound
It used to ring across the air
Its sweetened tone would linger there
But from a careless hand it rocked
Its shell is only made of crock
Although it lies there split in two
It still tries to ring out to you
Now deep inside my wooden clock
There is a tick but not a tock
Although into the room it chimes
It only tells me half the time
Why do you leave me so confused
I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose
Oh what is wrong my wooden clock
It breaks my heart to see
What you need is some Floyd (Score:2)
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone, my senses reel
Fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape its irresistable grasp?
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I'd thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty, and turned to stone
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:1)
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:2)
There is not Floyd post-the-Barber.
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:2)
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:1)
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:2)
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:1)
And, FWIW, The Wall sucked. Hard.
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:2)
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:1)
Anyway, The Wall isn't really a Floyd album. More like a Waters album featuring performances by some members of Pink Floyd.
Re:What you need is some Floyd (Score:2)
Thirty-Three (Score:1)
Humour me before I have to go
Deep in thought I forgive everyone
As the cluttered streets greet me once again
I know I can't be late, supper's waiting on the table
Tomorrow's just an excuse away
so I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own
The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet
At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk
Steeple guide me to my heart and home
The sun is out and up and down again
I know I'll make it, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple
These Words (Score:2)
What makes this song better (Score:2)
OK, here's a real bitch of a song to get stuck (Score:2)
Make no mistake she's the girl I gonna take,
And a lot of other fella's that would get upon her track,
but I'm thinkin' that they'll have to get up early.
Mary Mack's mother's making Mary Mack marry me,
My mother's making me marry Mary Mack.
And I'm gonna marry Mary so my Mary will take care o' me,
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mack.
Now this wee lass she has a lot of cash,
She has a lot of brass...her father thinks I'm gas,
And I'd be a silly ass
What's in your head? In your head? (Score:2)
My Name is Cheech (Score:2)
You don't know evil stuck in your head until you've heard this.
I'm evil (Score:1)