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Post by Nickel Corellaire on Mar 28, 2006 11:46:57 GMT -5
What'd you forget?
Got a light?
I know you- you're shivering
It's nothing they turned off my heat And I'm just a little weak off my feet Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?
Nothing, your hair in the moonlight You look familiar Can you make it?
Just haven't eaten much today At least the room stopped spinning Anyway. What?
Nothing, your smile reminded me of
I always remind people of- who is she?
She died. her name is April.
It's out again Sorry bout your friend WOuld you light my candle?
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Post by Cedric Aquamarine on Mar 28, 2006 11:53:31 GMT -5
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes Here she lies, no one knew her worth The late great daughter of Mother Earth On these nights when we Celebrate the birth In that little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass - you bet your *** to - La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme To days of inspiration Playing hookey, making Something out of nothing The need to express- To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane, going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hatind dear old Mom and Dad To riding your bike, Midday past the three-piece suits To fruits - to no absolutes- To Absolut - to choice- To the Village Voice- To any passing fad To being an us for once ... instead of a them!! La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
Ahhemm
Hey Mister - she's my sister
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls
Eww
It tastes the same
If you close your eyes And thirteen orders of fries Is that it here?
Wine and beer!
To hand-crafted beers Made in local breweries To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion Creation, vacation
Mucho mast*Leaving the rest out*
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan Cunnigham and Cage,
Lenny Bruse
Langston Hughes
To the stage
To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Boheme
Sisters?
We're close
Brothers!
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame - never playing the Fame Game
To marijuana
To sodomy, it's between God and me To S & M
Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ....... Waiter!
La vie Boheme
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner ... Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello - which she ain't never studied.
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an *Bleep!* on the high holy days.
And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred. And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song. That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz!"
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist - including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
"Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS"
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Post by PatWak on Mar 28, 2006 14:56:34 GMT -5
Ok you guys know some pretty weird songs.
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Post by Nickel Corellaire on Mar 28, 2006 17:59:45 GMT -5
Yes we do, Patwak! I shall sing Feel Good Inc, cause today I have been listening to that song all day!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA shake it shake it shake shake it Feel Good(x8) City's breaking down on a camel's back. They just have to go 'cause they don't know wack So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see You wont get out the county, 'cos you're *2 Cuss Words* free You've got a new horizon It's ephemeral style. A melancholy town where we never smile. And all I wanna hear is the message beep. My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I dont get sleep, no..
Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand Take it all in on your stride It is sinking, falling down Love forever love is free Let's turn forever you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in?
Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats, Lining them up-a like *Cuss word* cracks, Ladies, homies, at the track its my chocolate attack. *Cuss word*, I'm stepping in the heart of this here Care bear bumping in the heart of this here watch me as I gravitate hahahahahahaa. Yo, we gonna go ghost town, this motown, with yo sound you're in the place you gonna bite the dust Cant fight with us With yo sound you kill the INC. so dont stop, get it, get it until you're Jet Ahead. Yo, watch the way I navigate Hahahahahhaa
Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand Take it all in on your stride It is sinking, falling down Love forever love is free Let's turn forever you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in?
Dont stop, get it, get it we are your captains in it steady, watch me navigate, ahahahahahhaa. Dont stop, get it, get it we are your captains in it steady, watch me navigate
Shake it shake it, feel good (x4) HAHAHAHAHA
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Post by Cedric Aquamarine on Mar 28, 2006 18:01:44 GMT -5
I one i did patty was from Rent and it is AWSOME!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Nickel Corellaire on Mar 28, 2006 18:08:39 GMT -5
and Patty the one I sang about the candle is Rent too!!!!!
This is from Rent too:
The samples won't delay, but the cable-
There's another way Say something - anything
Test - one, two, three-
Anything but that
This is weird
It's weird
Very weird
*Horrible Cuss Word* weird
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do Fighting with microphones Freezing down to my bones And to top it all off I'm with you
Feel like going insane? Got a fire in your brain? And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?
As a matter of fact-
Honey, I know this act It's called the "Tango Maureen" The Tango Maureen It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round As she keeps you dangling
You're wrong
You're heart she is mangling
It's different with me
And you toss and you turn 'Cause her cold eyes can burn Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound
I think I know what you mean
The Tango Maureen!
Has she ever pouted her lips And called you "Pookie"?
Never
Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?
This is spooky Did you swoon when She walked through the door?
Every time - so be cautious
Did she moon over other boys - ?
More than moon
I'm getting nauseous
Where'd you learn to tango?
With the French Ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porter's. And you?
With Nanetter Himmelfarb The Rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center It's hard to do this backwards
You should try it in heels! She cheated
She cheated
Maureen cheated
*Horrible Cuss Word* cheated
I'm defeated, I should give up right now
Gotta look on the bright side With all of your might
I'd fall for her still anyhow
When you're dancing her dance You don't stand a chance Her grip of romance makes you fall
So you think, might as well...
...dance a tango to *Opposite of Heaven... It's a Cuss word if it's not meant religiously*
"At least I'll have tangoed at all" The Tango Maureen Gotta dance 'til your diva is through You pretend to believe her 'cause in the end - you can't leave her But the end it will come Still you have to play dumb 'Til you're glum and you bum And turn blue
Why do we love when she's mean?
And she can be obscene My Maureen
The Tango Maureen!
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Post by PatWak on Mar 28, 2006 21:08:48 GMT -5
Ok guys I would really appreciate it if you guys stopped calling me Patty. I relaly don't like it.
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Post by Cedric Aquamarine on Mar 29, 2006 8:41:15 GMT -5
Blah Blah Blah!!! You said your friends could call you Patty, I only do on the net.....be thankful
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Post by PatWak on Mar 29, 2006 9:18:13 GMT -5
You sometimes do at school. And I konw what I said, but it still bothers me some...
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Post by Nickel Corellaire on Mar 29, 2006 11:40:29 GMT -5
oops, I didn't even realize that i called you patty.
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Post by PatWak on Mar 29, 2006 17:15:07 GMT -5
I don't even know why it bothers me, so just ignore that post...there's just some people (Not you guys) that I don't like to call me Patty.
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Mar 29, 2006 22:10:25 GMT -5
Do i call you Pat or Patty at school?
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Post by PatWak on Mar 30, 2006 8:16:10 GMT -5
I think Pat...not sure.
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Post by Aria Gust on Mar 30, 2006 18:38:50 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure I have never called you Patty...if I have I apologize. But all of that is off topic... So...back to songs.
This song is called Duvet from Serial Experiments: Lain, a VERY odd and VERy confusing anime series. And you don't seem to understand A shame you seemed an honest man And all the fears you hold so dear Will turn to whisper in your ear And you know what they say might hurt you And you know that it means so much And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling I am fading I have lost it all
And you don't seem the lying kind A shame that I can read your mind And all the things that I read there Candlelit smile that we both share And you know I don't mean to hurt you But you know that it means so much And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling I am fading I am drowning Help me to breathe
I am hurting I have lost it all I am losing Help me to breathe... (and then there is this weird part where the vocalist sings seemingly random notes and it gets kind of annoying)
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Post by Jade Silverfyre on Mar 30, 2006 21:33:40 GMT -5
I'm outta songs... Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are.
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