<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by i_dont_wank: Thought I'd join in with the fun and frolics... You can't be what you were So you better start being just what you are You can't be what you were Time is now and it's running out You can't be what you were So you better start living the life That you're talking about You can't be what you were No movement, no movement, no movement In a bad mouth It betrays a bad mind Name that choon<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> well... no one got mine... do I get extra points? It was Bad mind by Fugazi
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Wank: well... no one got mine... do I get extra points? It was Bad mind by Fugazi <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ian Makay is a homo now... and he drinks... no more straight edge movement I guess
"Don't you laugh at my girlfriend, She's the only one I've got. Not much of a girlfriend, I never seem to get a lot." Supertramp "Breakfast in America" The other one I'm trying to hear in my head.
okay Ill play here is an easy one: Black then white are all i see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. as below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. Black then white are all i see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities. as below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. I embrace my desire to I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going.
It's bad enough keeping up with all the songs being posted! Let-a-lone films! Go start a film topic. If you feel it entirely necessary to post again that is... And the answer to my second song was... 'This is the night' by THE THE And keep thinking about that other one guys... It'll come to ya!
Round, Round, Circumventing circuses, Lamenting in protest, To visible police, Presence sponsored fear, Battalions of riot police, With rubber bullet kisses, Baton courtesy, Service with a smile Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality, Of plastic existence. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Round, Round, A rush of words, Pleading to disperse, Upon your naked walls, alive, A political call, The fall guy accord, We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality, Of plastic existence. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Push them around, A deer dance, invitation to peace, War staring you in the face, dressed in black. With a helmet, fierce, Trained and appropriate for the malcontents, For the disproportioned malcontents, The little boy smiled, it'll all be well, The little boy smiled it'll all be well, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Push the weak around, Push the weak around, Push the weak around, They like to push the weak around.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pimp: Round, Round, Circumventing circuses, Lamenting in protest, To visible police, Presence sponsored fear, Battalions of riot police, With rubber bullet kisses, Baton courtesy, Service with a smile Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality, Of plastic existence. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Round, Round, A rush of words, Pleading to disperse, Upon your naked walls, alive, A political call, The fall guy accord, We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality, Of plastic existence. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Push them around, A deer dance, invitation to peace, War staring you in the face, dressed in black. With a helmet, fierce, Trained and appropriate for the malcontents, For the disproportioned malcontents, The little boy smiled, it'll all be well, The little boy smiled it'll all be well, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Push the weak around, Push the weak around, Push the weak around, They like to push the weak around.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Deer Dance system of a down
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pimp: corrrrr WRECKED!!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I know...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pimp: you do know don't you??... that if you go see them live.. stage diving will be a no-no<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Would that be due to the multitude of 13 year old children being 'hip and cool'?
IMC will testify to the fact that 13 year old kids are very squishy.. especially when large weights are dropped onto them
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pimp: especially when large weights are dropped onto them<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> and what the fuck would you be implying..
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Wank: and what the fuck would you be implying.. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> that you should fight the flab before launching your immense bulk onto unsuspecting kids
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pimp: that you should fight the flab before launching your immense bulk onto unsuspecting kids<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> hey... I fought AND one thanks to your bird... I could stage dive and have crowd surfed... Reading 2000...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Wank: hey... I fought AND one thanks to your bird... I could stage dive and have crowd surfed... Reading 2000... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> uh.. also a New Kids on the block... but that was when I was 10... and it wasn't such a pleasant experience... fucking dirty dads.
