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  1. #106
    I think Rod was thinking about me here,I should ask him for royalties......

    Ever since I was a kid at school
    I messed around with all the rules
    Apologised then realised
    I'm not different after all

    Me and the boys thought we had it sussed
    Valentinos all of us
    My dad said we looked ridiculous
    But boy we broke some hearts
    In and out of jobs, running free
    Waging war with society
    Dumb blank faces stare back at me
    But nothing ever changed

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    Tonight,tonight the strips just right
    gonna blow 'em outa their seats
    come home from work and wash up
    we're going racing in the streets...
    The Boss

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    Let's take a trip together
    Headlong into the irresistible orbit
    Breath in the cold black space
    With the glistening edges

    Let's take a trip, me and you
    Let's go the scenic route
    Get to finally, get to finally, get to finally
    Get to know each other

    Just to be alone with me
    Just to be alone
    Just to be alone with me

    Somewhere there's no distracting
    Breeze of information, leaking through the windows
    Drifting from the trees
    Somewhere there's no earthquakes
    Other peoples anxious questions
    No nervous wrecks, going down
    No nervous wrecks, going down
    No nervous wrecks, going down

    Let's take a trip together
    Headlong into the irresistible orbit....
    Do not handicap your children by making their lives easy.
    Heinlein

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    'Dont stab a nun' - Pluto

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    Nine Inch Nails - The Becoming

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    Ah, the poetry of Monty-Python...

    Inflammation of the foreskin reminds of your smile
    I've had ballanital chancroids for quite a little while
    I gave my heart to NSU that lovely night in June
    I ache for you my darling, and I hope you get well soon

    My clapped-out genitalia is not so bad for me
    As the complete and utter failure every time I try to pee
    My doctor says my buboes are the worst he's ever seen
    My scrotum's painted orange and my balls are turning green

    My heart is vert tender though the parts are awful raw
    You might have been infected but you never were a bore
    I'm dying of your love, my love, I'm your spirochaetal clown
    I've left my body to science but I'm afraid they've turned it down

    My penile warts your herpes, my syphilitic sores
    Your moenelial infetion, how I miss you more and more
    Your dnob's itch my scrumpox, our lovely gonorrhoea
    At least we both were lying when we said that we were clear

    Our syphilic kisses sealed the secret of our tryst
    You gave me scrotal pustules with a quick flick of your wrist
    Your trichovaginitis sent shivers down my spine
    I got snail tracks in my anus when you spirochaetes met mine

    Gonoccalurethritis, streptocalbalinitis
    Meningo myelitis, diplococcal cephalitis
    Epididymitis interstitial keratitis
    Syphilitic choroiditis and anterior uveitis
    ...and I don't wanna die, just want to ride my motorcy...cle (Arlo Guthrie)

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    because it was there....

    (Arlo Guthrie)

    PART 1
    This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
    restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
    that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
    Restaurant.

    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

    Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
    Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
    restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
    church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
    Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
    room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
    seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
    have to take out their garbage for a long time.

    We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
    a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
    we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
    microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
    on toward the city dump.

    Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
    dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
    closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
    into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

    We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
    side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
    cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
    is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
    decided to throw our's down.

    That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
    dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
    next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
    we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
    garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
    I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
    under that garbage."

    After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
    finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
    and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
    police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
    shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
    police officer's station.

    Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
    the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
    being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
    we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
    and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
    which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
    there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
    both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
    can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
    Get in the back of the patrol car."

    And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
    quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
    Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
    signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
    Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
    being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
    get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
    cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
    They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
    they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
    and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
    one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
    the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
    mention the aerial photography.

    After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
    us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
    wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
    wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
    want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
    said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
    Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
    toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
    out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
    toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
    was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
    (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
    nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
    to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
    and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

    We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
    colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
    of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
    and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
    pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
    sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
    twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
    and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
    And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
    and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
    'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
    blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
    judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
    pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
    one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
    we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow,
    ...and I don't wanna die, just want to ride my motorcy...cle (Arlo Guthrie)

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    PART 2
    but thats not what I came to tell you about.

    Came to talk about the draft.

    They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
    where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
    neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
    day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
    I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
    look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
    to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
    and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
    kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
    me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

    And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
    wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
    guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
    KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
    he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
    yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
    sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

    Didn't feel too good about it.

    Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
    detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
    at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
    hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
    ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
    inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
    part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
    last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
    and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
    one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

    And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
    with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
    the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
    go to court?"

    And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
    colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
    the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
    you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

    And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
    where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
    committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
    looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
    rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
    they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
    bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
    father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
    'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
    and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
    $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
    And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
    there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
    said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
    and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
    father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
    bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
    things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
    up and said.

    "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
    know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
    you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
    officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
    forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
    fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
    and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
    down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
    pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
    other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
    the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
    following words:

    ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

    I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
    ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
    sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
    'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
    kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
    said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
    off to Washington."

    And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
    study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
    singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
    situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
    situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
    the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
    anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
    one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
    they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
    they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
    And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
    singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
    organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
    fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
    walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

    And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
    all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
    guitar.

    With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
    sing it when it does. Here it comes.

    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

    That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
    I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
    for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

    So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
    harmony and feeling.

    We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

    All right now.

    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Excepting Alice
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

    Da da da da da da da dum
    At Alice's Restaurant
    ...and I don't wanna die, just want to ride my motorcy...cle (Arlo Guthrie)

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    The little things you say and do
    Make me want to be with you
    rave on - it's a crazy feeling and
    I know it's got me reeling
    when you say “I love you” - rave on

    The way you dance and hold me tight
    the way you kiss and say goodnight
    rave on - it's a crazy feeling and
    I know it's got me reeling
    when you say “I love you” - rave on

    Well, rave on - it’s a crazy feeling
    and I know - it’s got me reeling
    I'm so glad - that you're revealing your love for me
    rave on - rave on and tell me
    Tell me - not to be lonely
    Tell me - you love me only
    Rave on to me

    -Indy
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    Find a chick who’s just been dumped and comfort her by massaging her shoulders, and soon, she’ll be massaging your prostate.


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    I want you so hard
    I want you so good
    But can you trust me?
    Yes, you know you could
    My friends are talkin'
    And they're tellin' you

    Don't waste your time cause the boy's bad news

    My friends are talkin'
    And they're tellin' you

    Just leave him alone cause the boy's bad news

    I want you so hard
    I want you so good
    Now take a chance, momma
    You know you should
    Trust your instincts and let me in
    Just be my ride and I'll be my friend
    My friends are talkin'
    And they're tellin' you

    You're wastin' your time, the boy's bad news

    My friends are talkin'
    And they're tellin' you

    Leave him alone, cause it's just bad news

    The boy's bad news
    Then I could get a Kb Tshirt, move to Timaru and become a full time crossdressing faggot

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    so near to me
    i can feel your touch
    so close by me
    a whisper is enough
    love and kindness
    overflow my soul
    new songs expressing
    your love amazing love

    you're the air that i breath
    you're the reason i sing
    .....

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    theres an old man, who talks to angels
    he sees their faces in potatoes

    the snow white dinner by the handsome family

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    Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
    Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
    Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
    Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
    Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
    and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

    Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

    Fuck tha police
    Comin straight from the underground
    Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
    And not the other color so police think
    They have the authority to kill a minority

    Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
    For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
    To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
    We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

    Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
    With a little bit of gold and a pager
    Searchin my car, lookin for the product
    Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

    You'd rather see me in the pen
    Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
    Beat tha police outta shape
    And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
    To tape off the scene of the slaughter
    Still can't swallow bread and water

    I don't know if they fags or what
    Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
    And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
    But don't let it be a black and a white one
    Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
    Black police showin out for the white cop

    Ice Cube will swarm
    On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
    Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
    A young nigga on a warpath
    And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
    Of cops, dyin in LA
    Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

    Fuck the police (4X)

    M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.>

    Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
    because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
    A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
    and the motherfuckin' weapon
    is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
    wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

    Lights start flashin behind me
    But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
    But that shit don't work, I just laugh
    Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

    To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
    Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
    Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
    With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

    But take off the gun so you can see what's up
    And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up

    Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
    But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
    I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
    But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

    Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
    Or any assho that threatens me
    I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
    Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

    The muthafuckin villian that's mad
    With potential to get bad as fuck
    So I'm a turn it around
    Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
    Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

    Takin out a police would make my day
    But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

    Fuck the police (4X)


    Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
    Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
    Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
    [huh?]>


    and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

    I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
    Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
    Shining tha light in my face, and for what
    Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

    I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
    On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
    Of any Uzi or an AK
    Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

    They put up my picture with silence
    Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
    The E with the criminal behavior
    Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

    Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
    A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
    By me, or another nigga.
    and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
    [MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

    And as you all know, E's here to rule
    Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
    And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
    Dumb muthafucka with a gun

    And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
    That I take out, and then get away
    And while I'm drivin off laughin
    This is what I'll say

    Fuck the police (4X)


    The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
    whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
    Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
    I want justice! I want justice!
    Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>

    Fuck the police (3X)

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    My favourite is;

    How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
    The one with the waggley tail
    How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
    I do hope that doggie's for sale
    etc

    It makes me all warm inside.

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    You ever been to Amsterdam?

    How much is that cloggie in the window?
    The one with the large fruity breasts
    How much is that cloggie in the window?
    she'll suck you and fuck you the best

    Then you make her all warm inside.

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