Trufflehound
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hampden park said:
Strange to think that this was sung in a time when Robert Smith wasn't fat. Incredible, but true...
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Lyrics of pure GENIUS that trip off the tongue...
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Strange to think that this was sung in a time when Robert Smith wasn't fat. Incredible, but true...
johnnyjetlag
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- Jul 26, 2004
- 236
Groove Armada anyone?
"If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air,
quaint little villages here and there"
"If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air,
quaint little villages here and there"
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Banned
"Shut your f***ing face unclefuckaaaaaaaaaa"
Ingenius.
Ingenius.
The Auditor
New member
face front you got the future
shining like a piece of gold
but I swear as we get closer
it looks more like a lump of coal
shining like a piece of gold
but I swear as we get closer
it looks more like a lump of coal
Trufflehound
Re-enfranchised
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime
Not only the best lyric ever, but also a mantra to live by.
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime
Not only the best lyric ever, but also a mantra to live by.
TrevorDove
Member
Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords
I've been living on the shores of the canyon
pretty girls and ugly guys
twisted dreams and purple skies
back to basics - forward to basics
norms are daytrips - minds are brain-tripped
what's the main lick?
what's the main trip?
-it's like this
For all my fella's that sip the Stellas,
DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers
To the geeks there's no need to be jealous
we're just doin' our thing
If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you
and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you
I've been living on the shores of the canyon
pretty girls and ugly guys
twisted dreams and purple skies
back to basics - forward to basics
norms are daytrips - minds are brain-tripped
what's the main lick?
what's the main trip?
-it's like this
For all my fella's that sip the Stellas,
DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers
To the geeks there's no need to be jealous
we're just doin' our thing
If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you
and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you
Trufflehound
Re-enfranchised
Status Quo: The Remixes?
The Auditor
New member
Southwick Seagull said:
The Saw Doctors ?
Hampden Park
Ex R.N.
- Oct 7, 2003
- 4,993
Look at you - you're a pageant
You're everything - that I've imagined
Somethings wrong - I feel uneasy
You show me - tell me you're not teasin'
You're everything - that I've imagined
Somethings wrong - I feel uneasy
You show me - tell me you're not teasin'
Kylies Stunt Arse
What?
This is our last goodbye
I hate to see the love between us die,
but it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
You gave me more to live for,
more than you'll ever know.
I hate to see the love between us die,
but it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
You gave me more to live for,
more than you'll ever know.
Trufflehound
Re-enfranchised
H block said:
Hugo Z Hackenbush
Thank yo!
Trufflehound
Re-enfranchised
Wasn't that on The Weakest Link yesterday btw?
E
enigma
Guest
You were never shit, your mother should have swallowed you.
Big L
R.I.P.
Big L
R.I.P.
SussexSpur
New member
Just one of many lyrical masterpieces from the genius Ray Douglas Davies...
(Albeit with a slightly unPC opening...)
Who cares if you're Jewish,
And your breath smells of garlic,
And your nose is a shiny red light.
To me you are gorgeous,
And everything's right,
When I turn off the living room light.
Your clothes are old-fashioned,
Your knuckles are bony,
Your hair looks a terrible sight.
But I don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
When I turn off the living room light.
I don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
Well it's not that you are ugly,
And I'm not being cruel,
It helps me to relax, dear,
It helps to keep me cool.
Now I am not intending,
To make you feel ashamed,
What's wrong in me pretending?
'Cause you can't help being plain.
Your nose may be bulbous,
Your face may be spotty,
Your skin may be wrinkled and tight.
But I don't want to see you,
The way that you are,
So I turn off the living room light.
We don't feel so ugly,
We don't feel so draggy,
We don't feel so twisted up tight.
And we don't feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
When we turn off the living room light.
We don't feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
(Albeit with a slightly unPC opening...)
Who cares if you're Jewish,
And your breath smells of garlic,
And your nose is a shiny red light.
To me you are gorgeous,
And everything's right,
When I turn off the living room light.
Your clothes are old-fashioned,
Your knuckles are bony,
Your hair looks a terrible sight.
But I don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
When I turn off the living room light.
I don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
Well it's not that you are ugly,
And I'm not being cruel,
It helps me to relax, dear,
It helps to keep me cool.
Now I am not intending,
To make you feel ashamed,
What's wrong in me pretending?
'Cause you can't help being plain.
Your nose may be bulbous,
Your face may be spotty,
Your skin may be wrinkled and tight.
But I don't want to see you,
The way that you are,
So I turn off the living room light.
We don't feel so ugly,
We don't feel so draggy,
We don't feel so twisted up tight.
And we don't feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
When we turn off the living room light.
We don't feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
On the Left Wing
KIT NAPIER
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row