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ill start,
this is dedicated to Kevin since he lives in Canada

Canadian Idiot;Weird Al Yankovik

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut
And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head?
I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed

They all live on donuts and moose meat
And they leave the house without packin' heat
Never even bring their guns to the mall
And you know what else is too funny?
Their stupid Monopoly money
Can't take 'em seriously at all

Well maple syrup and snow's what they export
They treat curling just like it's a real sport
They think their silly accent is so cute
Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot

Sure they got their national health care
Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air
Then again well they got Celine Dion
Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni
And dream of drivin' a Zamboni
All over Saskatchewan

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Won't figure out their temperature in Celsius
See the map, they're hoverin' right over us
Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous

Always hear the same kind of story
Break their nose and they'll just say "soory"
Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite?
It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin'
So quick, before they see it comin'
Time for a pre-emptive strike!

http://forums.nedesi...w...18567&st=30

Didn't you watch my video, marsh?

i explained why i couldnt in that post dumbass

Beer!; Psychostick

I like beer because it's good
I drink beer because I should
If there was a song to sing
I'd sing it and beer you bring

I drink beer when I am sad
'Cause the beer it makes me glad
Now there's nothing left to sing
So lets go drink beer

Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good
And stuff
Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good

(Let's go drink some)
BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER

When it's warm, it tastes real crappy
But cold beer will make me happy
When I throw-up on the floor
I get up and drink some more

They say beer will make me dumb
It are go good with pizza
Now that we have drunk some beer
Let's go drive a car

Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good
And stuff
Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good

(Let's go drink some)
BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER

(Dude, I think you've had enough)
No

Let's go drink some beer!

Cigaro; System of a Down

My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for more

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar

My shit stinks much better than yours
My shit stinks right down to the floor
With a feeling so pure
It's got you coming back for...

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar

Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?

We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources
Then we turn and hide

We're cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar

We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate

We're cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
Cigaro, cigaro, cigar

My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for more

I'm in the mood to dissect something. Since I can't catch a frog at this hour, here goes:

Post lyrics to songs
ill start,
this is dedicated to Kevin since he lives in Canada

I think someone linked to my choice of lyrics.

Anyways, this is dedicated to marsh since he lives in a marsh:

Marsh of the Marsh by Werid Al Yankovic
I knew someone named marsh
Who lived in a marsh
He was always dirty
He looked like an arse

Okay, now I will dissect what I fucking meant to dissect: The Song

Canadian Idiot;Weird Al Yankovik

A parody of American Idiot by Green Day; a wretched song by a ghastly band.

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut
And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head?
I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed

I love sterotypes, they're funny.

I am referring to culutral sterotypes here NOT racial sterotypes I fucking hate those.

Anyways, I am going to be serious for no reason so:
A) We "can't" drink here until we turn 19! Fuck!
Not all of us like hockey. I, for one, don't really care about sports in general.
C) No, and neither do I. The Southern tip of Ontario is equivilent to Northern tip of California.
D) Hoser.
E) Fair enough.

They all live on donuts and moose meat
And they leave the house without packin' heat
Never even bring their guns to the mall
And you know what else is too funny?
Their stupid Monopoly money
Can't take 'em seriously at all

A) I prefer muffins.
Moose meat is delicous; I FUCKING LOVE MEAT in general, therefore moose meat is good.
C) The reason is b/c we have DRACOIAN GUN LAWS. Fuck, no one here carries guns anywhere. Mind you, in the Northern US it's not much better, I go to stores there and in the hunting section they don't have hundreds of rifles on display, so that was hypocritical.
D) The money is funny.

Well maple syrup and snow's what they export
They treat curling just like it's a real sport
They think their silly accent is so cute
Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot

A) And beer.
It is, by my definition of a sport: "A game with a numerical outcome that is based on empirical evidence and not opinion."
C) Eh?

Sure they got their national health care
Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air
Then again well they got Celine Dion
Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni
And dream of drivin' a Zamboni
All over Saskatchewan

A) National health care. Privatize, please.
Yeah, those are good things.
C) I haven't eaten Kraft in 10 years.
D) I have never dreamt of driving a Zamboni.
E) I have no desire to go to Sasatchewan, Alberta maybe though however.

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Won't figure out their temperature in Celsius
See the map, they're hoverin' right over us
Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous

A) No, I want to be a Canadian genius! Or American
It's a simple conversion factor of Celcius x 5/9 + 32 I believe?
C) Go to Australia.

Always hear the same kind of story
Break their nose and they'll just say "soory"
Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite?
It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin'
So quick, before they see it comin'
Time for a pre-emptive strike!

A) Not me. I would break your nose in the exact same fashion.
We aren't that polite. It is disappointing sometimes to be being rude to in Canada.
C) LOL.

Pretty Damn funny as fuck

take this

I am referring to culutral sterotypes here NOT racial sterotypes I fucking hate those.

I don't know why everyone is making such a big deal about oSama being black.

Hate racial stereotypes, eh?

I am only going to explain this once more.

I call(ed) Obama oSama NOT because he is a nonwhite. I called him that because I hate Osama bin Ladin, and I hate Obama, and they have similar names. It's a very non-slever, simple joke and I am surprised it attracted this much controversy. If there was a white guy I hated whose name was Obama or Olama or Osamu or w/e I would call him Osama too.

Fuck Barack Obama The Rotting Asshole and Chuck Baldwin For President!

Stained

"Open Your Eyes"

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=XEfU4ss98ZA

----------------------------
As I walk along these streets
I see a man that walks alone
Distant echo of peoples feet
He has no place to call his own
A shot rings out from a roof over head
A crack head asks for change nearby
An old man lies in an alleyway dead
A little girl lost just stands there and cries

What would you do, if it was you
Would you take everything for
granted like you do?

A boy just 13 on the corner for sale
Swallows his pride for another hit
Overpopulation there's no room in jail
But most of you don't give a shit
That your daughters are porno stars
and Your sons sell death to kids
You're so lost in your little worlds
Your little worlds you'll never fix

What would you do, if it was you
Would you take everything for
granted like you do?

You turn away x4

As I walk along these streets
Soaking up the acid rain
Underneath the taxi cabs
I hear the streets cry out in vain

What would you do, if it was you
Would you take everything for
granted like you do?
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Dethklok
Birthday Dethday


Many years ago today something grew
inside of your mother...
That thing was you

YOU

YOU YOU YOU YOU

Did she scream did she cry
Only those that are born are the ones that
Get to die

One more year closer to dying
Rotting organs ripping grinding
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self abhorrence

Years keep passing aging always
Mutate into vapid slugs
Doctor gives a new perscription
Bullet in a fucking gun

One more year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the lying
You forget why you came in here
Your mind rots with every New Year

RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

Happy Birthday
You're gonna die

Now you're old and full of hatred
Take a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and scream
Because they will become that thing

One more year of further suffering
There's no point of fucking bluffing
Open up your DETHDAY present
It's a box of fucking nothing

RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY
DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY

RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life


You're gonna die

Open up your DETHDAY present
It's a box of fucking nothing

my favorite part

Animals
Nickelback
All The Right Reasons

I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing
Screamin'

[CHORUS]
No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we're in

You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
I'm screamin'

[CHORUS]

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we're in

We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When she whispered "what was that?"
The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are
And that was when she started screamin'
"That's my dad outside the car!"
Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition
Must have wound up on the floor while
we were switching our positions
I guess they knew that she was missing
As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing
Screamin'

[CHORUS]

So come on baby, get in
We're just a couple of animals
Get in, just get in
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Check out the trouble we're in
Get in, just get in

Edited by marsh, 12 November 2008 - 03:52 PM.

Across the Universe- the Beatles

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away
Across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai garu deva om
Nothing's Gonna change my world x4

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on
Across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe

Jai garu deva om
Nothing's Gonna change my world x4

Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me...
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on
Across the universe

Jai garu deva om
Nothing's Gonna change my world x4

Jai garu deva x4

I did this from memory so I might not have the lyrics exactly right.

Edited by Cocoa, 19 March 2009 - 08:31 AM.

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy

Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast

Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single mornin'
It was driving me crazy

I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train,
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said,
"IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!!"
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old

That's when I swore that someday
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the Shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel

Wacka wacka doodoo yeah

Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize
That's right, a first class one-way ticket to

Albuquerque
Albuquerque

Oh yeah
You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore
And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside
And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?

'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah ha ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ahhhh

So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn
Where the towels are oh so fluffy!
And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
It's OK, they're clean

Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the Spectravision
And I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door

Well now, who could that be?
I say "Who is it?"
No answer
"Who is it?"
There's no answer
"WHO IS IT?!"
They're not sayin' anything

So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected
It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
(Oh man, I hate it when I'm right)
So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel
And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that"
"That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me"
And he's like "Tough"
And I'm like "Give it"
And he's like "Make me"
And I'm like "'Kay"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus
And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows
And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation
Yes, indeed, you'd better believe it *Deep Breath*
And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice
And you know what it said?
I'll tell you what it said

It said
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator

In Albuquerque
Albuquerque"

Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel
But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest
I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop
And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter
And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "Nah, we're outta glazed donuts"
I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said "Nah, we're outta jelly donuts"
I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said "Nah, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts"
I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said "Nah, we're outta cinnamon rolls"
I said "You got any apple fritters?"
He said "Nah, we're outta apple fritters"
I said "You got any bear claws?"
He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check"
"NAH, we're outta bear claws"
I said "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
I said "OK, I'll take that"

So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out
And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over
(rabid gnawing sounds)
Oh man, they were just going nuts
They were tearin' me apart
You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head"
I believe it went a little something like this . . .

ahhhh
Get 'em off me
Get 'em off me
Ohhhh
No, get 'em off, get 'em off
Ooooh my God, oh my God
Oh, get 'em off me
Ooooh my God
Ah, (more screaming)

I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin'
Like a constipated wiener dog
And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams
Her name was Zelda
She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches
I'll never forget the first thing she said to me.
She said
"Hey, you've got weasels on your face"

That's when I knew it was true love
We were inseparable after that
Aw, we ate together, we bathed together
We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss
The world was our burrito
So we got married and we bought us a house
And had two beautiful children - Nathaniel and Superfly
Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah

But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me
She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?"
I said "Whoa, hold on now, baby"
"I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment"
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that's just the way things go

In Albuquerque
Albuquerque

Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me
Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream
That's right, I got me a part-time job at the Sizzler
I even made employee of the month after I put out that grease fire with my face
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin' a lot of attitude

OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"Noooo, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"

So I did.

And then he gets all indignant on me
He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic"
Well, that's just great
How was I supposed to know that?
I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud
Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy
So what's he complaining about?

Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three whole days
Well, I knew what he meant
But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein
And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over
And I'm like "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?"
But he just kept rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming
(screaming sounds)
You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation
Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know?

Anyway, um, um, where was I?
Kinda lost my train of thought

Uh, well, uh, OK
Anyway I, I know it's kind of a roundabout way of saying it
But I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is

I
HATE
SAUERKRAUT!

That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
Full of loathing and self-doubt
And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence
At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that
Somewhere out there in this crazy old mixed-up universe of ours
There's still a little place called

Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque

I said "A" (A)
"L" (L)
"B" (
"U" (U)
*pauses*
"querque" (querque)

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque

(belch)

Ignor the stupid animations.

just to let you guys know.

i completely adore this song.

its called shine and its by muse.

Who cares for the life we've earned?
Someone's sold all the truth you've earned,
Remember when we used to shine
And had no fear or sense of time
When it creeps up on you

You can't cry now there's nothing to feel
No one's noticed our loneliness
Remember when you used to tease
And made us scream eternal joy

we believed that you'll always be here
'Cause once you promised a life with no fear
Please don't break my ideals
And say what's fake was always real

Hope was the one now im gone
Take me back again



it just drips emotion.
call me a sissy but i love that.

absolutely fantastic song, it means alot to me.