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wylies99

Joined: 13 May 2006 Location: I'm one cool cat!
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:51 am Post subject: Songs about going out in public in Korea |
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Me? When I'm in a good mood it's that Sesame Street song- "One of these things is not like the other" (me- in public- getting all of those nasty stares - "How dare you be different from everyone else?")
Bad mood?- "People are strange"- the Doors (again, me- in public).
A REALLY bad mood- "Everything about you" (again, me in public).
Any other songs come to mind? |
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OiGirl

Joined: 23 Jan 2003 Location: Hoke-y-gun
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:07 am Post subject: |
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| "Business" by Eminem. |
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mole

Joined: 06 Feb 2003 Location: Act III
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:11 am Post subject: |
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Are we humming? Singing softly to ourselves? Standing on a pedestal belting these out on a bustling street?
.. or just thinking them in our private minds? |
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OiGirl

Joined: 23 Jan 2003 Location: Hoke-y-gun
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:25 am Post subject: |
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| Either thinking them in our heads, or having the appropriate mix available on the omnipresent MP3 player. |
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WorldWide
Joined: 28 Apr 2006
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:29 am Post subject: |
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'N.W.A.' - Straight outta Compton
Straight outta compton, crazy *beep* named ice cube
From the gang called niggaz with attitudes
When I�m called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya *beep* with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that�s how I�m goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that�s showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a *beep* like that
With a gat that�s pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain�t no tellin when I�m down for a jack move
Here�s a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like charles manson
Ak-47 is the tool
Don�t make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I�m knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I�m down with the capital c-p-t
Boy you can�t *beep* with me
So when I�m in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz ice cube is crazy as *beep*
As I leave, believe I�m stompin
But when I come back, boy, I�m comin straight outta compton.
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mole

Joined: 06 Feb 2003 Location: Act III
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:48 am Post subject: |
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| OiGirl wrote: |
| Either thinking them in our heads, or having the appropriate mix available on the omnipresent MP3 player. |
Doh! Gotcha.
Sleeping on public transportation: Diablo II soundtrack
Introspective: Creep and Basket Case are good for humming or listening.
I don't like loud or angry music, so I'd rather just hear nature...
horkNspit, gum popping, whining agasshis, megadecibel auto horns, etc. |
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capebretoncanadian

Joined: 20 Feb 2005
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:00 am Post subject: |
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excerpt from 'No Threat' by The Tragically Hip
how will I know?
how will I know if I'm helping?
moreso, how will she know if I'm helping?
if I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing - that's right
I am here
it's only me
I ain't freed nobody yet
it's just me
clearing spider-webs
I'm a listener, I'm no threat
I am here
failed and failing breath
I'm a listener, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat
I'm a watcher
I'm no threat
no threat
no threat |
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OiGirl

Joined: 23 Jan 2003 Location: Hoke-y-gun
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:09 am Post subject: |
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I didn't know we were posting the lyrics here, this is going to get all censored to pieces:
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Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles.
Gee wilikers Dre, holy bat syllables
look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone.
Time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best.
You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it
flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it,
but still everybody knows the shit
the most hated on out of all of those who say they get hated on
in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much,
they make it all up, there's no such thing,
like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans
it just means so much more to so much more
people when you're rappin' and you know what for
the show must go on.
So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,
c'mon! Now..
its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends,
why panic, you already who's fully capable,
the two caped heroes,
dial straight down the center eight zero zero
you can even call collect,
the most feared duet, since me and Elton
played career Russian roulette
and you never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat,
people steppin' over people just to rush to the set
just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely,
ease over these beats and be so breezy
Jesus how can shit be so easy,
how can one Chandra be so levy?
turn on these beats, MC's don't see me.
Believe me BET and MTV
are gonna grieve when we leave,
dog fo' sheezy.
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
till we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains.
Nothing but clowns down here
but we ain't fuckin' around round here,
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I do wish you could SEE what's being censored in the edit window so you could so something about it... |
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capebretoncanadian

Joined: 20 Feb 2005
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:13 am Post subject: |
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or even better "No Sissies' by Hawksley Workman
You're bein' so tough to me
Like a leather jacket
I know you'll have no sissies
No baby, you just wouldn't hack it
Gotta be a strong man
To carry the beautiful burden of your love
No sissies get your love
No slackers get your love
No weaklings get your love
No suckers for your love
No actors for your love
No gangsters for your love
No sissies get your love
You're tougher than the police
When you pull me off the highway
I'm not movin' up to speed
The slow way has always been my way
You've gotta be a fast man
To transport the beautiful pictures of your love
No sissies for your love
No suckers get your love
No weaklings for your love
No hackers for your love
No actors for your love
No gangsters for your love
No sissies get your love
Shoot down your liquor baby
I promise I'm not crazy
over this
No sissies get your love
No slackers get your love
No weaklings for your love
No suckers for your love
No actors for your love
No gangsters for your love
No sissies get your love |
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wylies99

Joined: 13 May 2006 Location: I'm one cool cat!
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 3:04 am Post subject: |
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I usually just THINK these songs (you know how people GLARE at us)- but here's the lyrics:
One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
Did you guess which thing was not like the others?
Did you guess which thing just doesn't belong?
If you guessed this one is not like the others,
Then you're absolutely...right!
"People are strange"
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
"Everything about you"
I, hate the rain and sunny weather,
and I, hate beach and mountains too;
(and) I don't like a thing about the city, no, no,
and I, I, I, hate the countryside too!
And I, hate everything about you!
...everything about you!
I, don't like a thing about your mother,
and I, I hate your daddy's guts too,
I don't like a thing about your sister,
'cause I think sex is overrated too.
CHORUS
and I, get sick when I'm around, I, can't stand to be around,
I, hate everything about you!
everything about you, everything about you, everything about you!
BRIDGE
Some say I've got a bad attitude,
but that don't change the way I feel about you,
and if you think this might be bringing me down,
look again 'cause I ain't wearing no frown!
SOLO
I don't really care about your sister
F ck the little b itch 'cause I already kissed her
One thing that I did to your lady
I put her on the bed and she didn't say maybe
I know you know everybody knows
the way it comes, the way it's gonna go
You think it's sad,
well that's too bad,
'Cause I'm havin'
A ball hatin'
Every little thing about you!
Everything about you, everything about
I get sick when I'm around
I can't stand to be around
I hate everything about you |
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