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[dulouz]

Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I��m in tatters!
I��m a shattered
Shattered

Friends are so alarming
My lover��s never charming
Life��s just a cocktail party on the street
Big apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I��m in tatters
I��m a shattered
Shattered

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter ��bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can��t give it away on 7th avenue
This town��s been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain��t you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (shattered) does it matter?
I��m shattered.
Shattered

Ahhh, look at me, I��m a shattered
I��m a shattered
Look at me- I��m a shattered, yeah

Pride and joy and greed and sex
That��s what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I��m in tatters, yeah
I��ve been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I��m a shattered

Don��t you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town��s in tatters I��ve been shattered
My brain��s been battered, splattered all over manhattan

Uh-huh, this town��s full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the big apple, don��t mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain��s been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter

[keithinkorea]

Is that Vogon poetry? It's pretty damn bad.

If you wrote that crap yourself then I guess you'll be declared an honoury Vogon in no time at all. My gothic style gf when I was 17 could have written better bad poetry than that.

Who was the perp of this hideous poem.

[Bulsajo]

Pretty sure it's credited to Jagger-Richards...

[Free World]

[Ya-ta Boy]

First duffus made light of the tragedy in London. In this thread he makes light of the feelings of the family of one of the perpetrators.

Focusing only on the family, I can't help thinking about how they feel. To have a son missing for several days during this, worrying where your kid is, is he OK? The days go by and he doesn't call or come home; the panic mounts. Then to call the police to report him missing only to find out that yes, he was killed in the bombings, but that he was the bomber. 'Shattering' is a fair description of that kind of experience.

What is the correct word to describe someone who seems to lack all natural human emotion? Psychopath?

[Bulsajo]

[Leslie Cheswyck]

Some girls give me money

Some girls buy me clothes

Some girls give me jewelry

That I never thought I'd own



Some girls give me diamonds

Some girls, heart attacks

Some girls I give all my bread to

I don't ever want it back



Some girls give me jewelry

Others buy me clothes

Some girls give me children

I never asked them for



So give me all your money

Give me all your gold

I'll buy you a house back in Zuma beach

And give you half of what I own



Some girls take my money

Some girls take my clothes

Some girls get the shirt off my back

And leave me with a lethal dose



French girls they want Cartier

Italian girls want cars

American girls want everything in the world

You can possibly imagine



English girls they're so prissy

I can't stand them on the telephone

Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook

I don't want them to ever call at all



White girls they're pretty funny

Sometimes they drive me mad

Black girls just wanna get fucked all night

I just don't have that much jam



Chinese girls are so gentle

They're really such a tease

You never know quite what they're cookin'

Inside those silky sleeves



Give me all you money

Give me all your gold

I'll buy you a house back in Zuma beach

And give you half of what I own



Some girls they're so pure

Some girls so corrupt

Some girls give me children

I only made love to her once



Give me half your money

Give me half your car

Give me half of everything

I'll make you world's biggest star by half



So gimme all your money

Give me all your gold

Let's go back to Zuma beach

I'll give you half of everything I own

[Ya-ta Boy]

[Leslie Cheswyck]

Ya-ta, you're not a Stones fan, I see.

That's OK. Here's something you're sure to like.



Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?