|
Post by tobo on Aug 21, 2005 21:11:14 GMT -5
Hey Gimpy I just heard that song after I read that, i looked it up on my Media guide, I liked it...
|
|
|
Post by Gimpy,LordofallthatBreathes! on Aug 21, 2005 23:24:18 GMT -5
I'm glad I brought wisdom and infinite entertainment to someone by making a single post! YES!!!! WAY TO GO TOBO!!!
|
|
|
Post by tobo on Aug 22, 2005 7:28:00 GMT -5
YAY! *has spazm*
|
|
|
Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Aug 22, 2005 9:17:23 GMT -5
Has SPAM more like!!! Just kidding.
|
|
|
Post by tobo on Aug 22, 2005 15:04:57 GMT -5
lol
|
|
|
Post by Gimpy,LordofallthatBreathes! on Feb 24, 2006 0:30:39 GMT -5
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes, I can barely define the shape of this moment in time. And far from flying high in clear blue skies, I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive, And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes. And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole, And if I'm in I'll tell you ::shotgun blast!::
There's a kid who had a big hallucination! Making love to girls in magazines! He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith! Could anybody love him? Or is it just a crazy dream!?
And if I, show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I, open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away, And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home!?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings! Thought I oughta tear the curtain down! I held the blade in trembling hands, Prepared to make it but, just then the phone rang. I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these! Gotta compete with the wily Japanese! There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees! So fuck all that We've go to get on with these!
Can't stop - Lose job - Mind gone - Silicon - Stay alone - What bomb - Get away - Pay day - Make hay - Break down - Need fix - Big six - Clickity click - Hold on - Oh no - Brrrrrrrrrring BINGO!
Make 'em laugh. Make 'em cry. Make 'em dance in the aisles. Make 'em pay. Make 'em stay. Make'em feel ok.
Not now John, We've got to get on with the film show! Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow! Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go! So, Not now John We've gotta get on with the show!
Hang on John we've got to get on with this! I don't know what it is But it fits on here like... ::mechanic sounds:: Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed! But not now John I've gotta get on with this!
Hold on John, I think there's something good on. I used to read books but.... ::weird sounds:: It could be the news Or some other amusement. Or it could be reusable shows.
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these!! Got to compete with the wily Japanese! No need to worry about the Vietnamese! Gotta bring the Russian Bear to his knees!!! Well, maybe not the Russian Bear, Maybe the Swedes!! We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these! Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased!? Nah nah nah nah nah! WHOO!
ONE TWO THREE FOUR!
s'cusi dove il bar! "What?" se para collo pou eine toe bar! s'il vous plait ou est le bar!! "say it in English!" Aye, where's the fucking bar John!?!? "Oh, now you're talking!" Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves! Down! Go, Maggie! Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer!
- Pink Floyd (The Final Cut & Not Now John)
|
|
|
Post by Gimpy,LordofallthatBreathes! on Feb 24, 2006 0:42:31 GMT -5
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about!? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape! When I was their age all the lights went out! There was no time to whine and mope about! And even now part of me flies over Dresden at angels one five. Though they'll never fathom it behind my Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. That's the only time that I can really speak to you. And there is something that I've locked away. A memory that is too painful, To withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners and Flags hung on everyone's door! We danced and we sang in the street and The church bells rang. But burning in my heart, The memory smoulders on, Of the gunner's dying words, on the intercom... ::voice on airplane intercom sounds::
::Airplane roar, voice on intercome grows frenzied, followed by silence:: Floating down, through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens, and the corner of some foreign field, I had a dream. I had a dream.
Goodbye Max. Goodbye Ma. After the service when you're walking slowly to the car, And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air. You hear the tolling bell, And touch the silk in your lapel. And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band, You take her frail hand... And hold on to the dream!!!
A place to stay. Enough to eat. Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street, Where you can speak out loud! About your doubts and fears! And whats more, no one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue, kicking in your door. You can relax, on both sides of the tracks, And maniacs, don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control. And everyone has recourse to the law. And no one kills the children anymore. No one kills the children anymore.
Night after night! Going round and round my brain! His dream is driving me insaaaaaaaaaaane!!! In the corner of some foreign field, The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed....
- Pink Floyd (The Hero's Return & The Gunner's Dream)
|
|
|
Post by Dimitri_GodoftheSea on Mar 7, 2006 20:51:10 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Mar 7, 2006 23:21:33 GMT -5
I showed this to gimpy Quite A while ago. The post is somwear around here..
|
|
|
Post by Dimitri_GodoftheSea on Mar 8, 2006 18:33:47 GMT -5
Really? Well, Im going to go hunt some quail now. Wanna join?
|
|
|
Post by Gimpy,LordofallthatBreathes! on Mar 9, 2006 23:48:55 GMT -5
Aircraft fields and bomb test sites are all those be! But don't tell the sheriff! Tee hee!
|
|