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Post by nonrabbit on Sept 10, 2010 14:04:12 GMT
eg. taking the nasty nasty sexual innuendo out of Budapest I think she said she worked at Subway (the translation wasn't clear) Could have been a budding sous chef But the exams were waaaaaay too dear She asked if I wanted to go with her to a party (well I had nothing else to do) We ran to avoid the rain And she wore a grey rainhat in Budapest.........dull night in Budapest
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 25, 2012 19:16:54 GMT
I may make you think but I can't make you feel.
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 25, 2012 19:24:55 GMT
Or let's go the other way...from dull to nasty
'from the typing pool goes the min-skirted princess who should undress'
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 25, 2012 19:48:58 GMT
Hey Joe (stalker version)
Bob.. "Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down, shot her down, now I said I've heard you shot your old lady down, You shot her down to the ground Hey Joe, said now Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now? Where you, where you gonna go?"
Joe... " MIND YOUR OWN F****** BUSINESS BOB!!"
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 25, 2012 19:56:38 GMT
The Gonorrhea anthem:
and your wise men don't know how it feels to be sick in the dick.
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 25, 2012 20:01:29 GMT
you're taking this to a new level ;D
we could make this thread like chinese whispers;
She said she was single, If I believed it, it was my business, Next to the bar we hit the vodka She nearly fell right off the stool...........
......next !
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 25, 2012 20:21:02 GMT
One Ian would hate:
Flying so High trying to remember how much weed ...did i bring along. before I passed out I pulled my ass off the floor I came down from my room To load you a bong'
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Post by onewhiteduck on Oct 25, 2012 20:23:40 GMT
you're taking this to a new level ;D we could make this thread like chinese whispers; She said she was single, If I believed it, it was my business, Next to the bar we hit the vodka She nearly fell right off the stool........... ......next ! Well, maybe you're an alcoholic , and maybe I'm Oliver Reed I thought it through... best to let you fall off the stool. I wouldn't say I've never seen those knickers before, my frozen little senior citizen...... Next....
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 25, 2012 20:36:30 GMT
Hey Mr Weather man come on over I think you've got something to say Jump Start...admit that you're gay...
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 25, 2012 20:38:33 GMT
62 people in the psychiatric emergency room and I'm locked in my office re-writing Tull to amuse some super-annuated juvinille delinquents in Great Britain...for this my parents left Poland ?
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 25, 2012 20:48:28 GMT
62 people in the psychiatric emergency room and I'm locked in my office re-writing Tull to amuse some super-annuated juvinille delinquents in Great Britain...for this my parents left Poland ? ;D ;D ;D I can just hear you saying that out loud.
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 25, 2012 20:50:53 GMT
If YOU can hear the voices in MY head..maybe there should be 63 people in my E.R.?
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 25, 2012 20:52:56 GMT
you're taking this to a new level ;D we could make this thread like chinese whispers; She said she was single, If I believed it, it was my business, Next to the bar we hit the vodka She nearly fell right off the stool........... ......next ! Well, maybe you're an alcoholic , and maybe I'm Oliver Reed I thought it through... best to let you fall off the stool. I wouldn't say I've never seen those knickers before, my frozen little senior citizen...... Next.... Hey Cardiff -what's your story? "Oi You! I haven't got all night" Maybe I've pulled - well that was the plan Hey Cardiff, what's your name? Don't bother I'll forget it anyway ............
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 25, 2012 20:53:50 GMT
If YOU can hear the voices in MY head..maybe there should be 63 people in my E.R.? and you only drawing this conclusion now!!
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Post by nonrabbit on Jan 26, 2013 11:19:03 GMT
It's been said before - the use of the word "dumbfounded" however Mr A whilst seeking forgiveness and begging your pardon. I think this would have made more sense;
Adrift and Bewildered
He was your golden boy, he’s adrift and bewildered with nowhere to go, no appointments to keep. He’s our little man, he’s adrift and bewildered Head on hard pillow, waiting for sleep.
dumbfounded....Greatly astonish or amaze bewildered....... perplexed and confused
Maybe he felt the word dumbfounded sounded better on pronunciation or did he deliberately use "dumbfounded" as meaning that Gerald was only questioning his time as a male prostitute and how he got there rather than feeling more confused and alarmed at his circumstances?
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Post by nonrabbit on Jan 26, 2013 11:44:41 GMT
We all must wonder, now and then, if things had turned out - well - just plain different ..............................................
Might you have been the lead guitarist, shrieking solos and thrusting hips. Groupies queuing, managers fawning, hedonistic, pain in the arse? A musician of doubtful calibre, with woollen hat and dodgy name? ....(the Edge)
Or brilliance standing at stage left, knowing your lot, in a quiet content.
What-ifs, Maybes and might have beens.....
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Post by nonrabbit on Apr 23, 2013 13:54:31 GMT
Take you to the Albert Hall And left the tickets in the car- You told me you'd be in the bar- Went running after you
next!
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Post by onewhiteduck on Apr 23, 2013 14:22:03 GMT
Take you to the Albert Hall And left the tickets in the car- You told me you'd be in the bar- Went running after you next! Take you to the Albert Hall And left the tickets in the car- You told me you'd be in the bar- Went running after you I am coming up by train Getting back home was such a pain I booked into a posh hotel Well it was up to me Got no sense of direction me I’ll ring Maddog to find the way Just hope he has kind words to say Come running up to me.
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Post by futureshock on Apr 24, 2013 3:12:38 GMT
ONE WHITE FIRED FENCE INSTALLER There was a snagfest on the binder twine, broke and twisted all the way Fencer's message on the cell phone, they left early, it's Friday And the gap there was stretching, right out to the pond As I repair all your lousy work, one last horse to corral is all, Isn't it just too damn real?
I'll catch a ride back by midnight, fences strung up like a bow And I'll float a Talisker into Saturday, send your pink slips Monday morn There's a picture-view postcard, to show you you're fired You can see that you're blacklisted, all your luck has expired Isn't it just too damn real?
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Post by nonrabbit on Apr 24, 2013 8:30:47 GMT
Brilliant! Hope it's not too damn real.
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Post by nonrabbit on Apr 24, 2013 8:41:46 GMT
Take you to the Albert Hall And left the tickets in the car- You told me you'd be in the bar- Went running after you next! Take you to the Albert Hall And left the tickets in the car- You told me you'd be in the bar- Went running after you I am coming up by train Getting back home was such a pain I booked into a posh hotel Well it was up to me Got no sense of direction me I’ll ring Maddog to find the way Just hope he has kind words to say Come running up to me. Well I'm a common working lass Tight leather skirt and not much class And if it pleases me - I'll grab a pass When the management fade away.
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Post by nonrabbit on Mar 2, 2014 14:26:39 GMT
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Post by steelmonkey on Mar 2, 2014 19:06:25 GMT
Some people, to wit, my roommate in college, did not like the folk direction:
'Let me bring you albums no good to make you know how much better we were before ( better we were before)
bore your ears from start to end make you wretch and cramp and bend a singer of these tepid lines and make you wish for other times
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Post by Equus on Mar 2, 2014 21:01:06 GMT
Some people, to wit, my roommate in college, did not like the folk direction: 'Let me bring you albums no good to make you know how much better we were before ( better we were before) bore your ears from start to end make you wretch and cramp and bend a singer of these tepid lines and make you wish for other times Funny... real poetry! Makes me cry... lol...
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Post by crickleymal on Mar 3, 2014 21:22:34 GMT
Wild thing, You make my knob sting, You make everything.............itchy Wild thing I think I've caught it But I wanna know for sure.
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Post by crickleymal on Mar 3, 2014 21:25:06 GMT
All around my hat I will wear the green willow All around my hat for a twelvemonth and a day And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it It's my f###ing willow and it's my f###ing hat.
A friend of mine's brother's punk band did that one about 25 years ago.
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Post by nonrabbit on Mar 4, 2014 6:48:59 GMT
All around my hat I will wear the green willow All around my hat for a twelvemonth and a day And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it It's my f###ing willow and it's my f###ing hat. A friend of mine's brother's punk band did that one about 25 years ago.
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Post by nonrabbit on Mar 4, 2014 7:05:29 GMT
and as a bystander to tweaking the lyric what about tweaking the lyrics meaning.
Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill, Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still. Is she sleeping ? I don't think so. Is she breathing ? Yes, very low. Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love ?
DONAVAN LEITCH!! you failed the paramedics course .......................YOUR FIRED
"I'll be your long-haired lover from Liverpool You'll be my sunshine daisy from LA"
em No..'m Claire from Billericay and it's my first time on singles.com
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Post by maddogfagin on Mar 4, 2014 10:03:59 GMT
Not exactly a "tweaked" lyric, more a supposedly traditional song about a Chinese Bumboatman.
It used to be sung regularly in the folk clubs in the 70s and the words were never the same whenever it was sung. Dùnedain were a great folk group who never got to become more popular although they were regulars on the folk scene for a few years.
The Chinese Bumboatman
I'll sing ye a story o' trouble an' woe, That'll cause ye to shudder and shiver, Concernin' a Chinese bumboat man that sailed the Yangtze river. He wuz a heathen o' high degree, as the joss-house records show, His family name was wing chang loo, But the sailors all called him jim crow-ee-eye-oh-ee-eye!
Hitch-y-kum, kitch-y-kum, yah, yah, yah Sailormen no likee me No savy the story of Wing Chang Loo Too much of the bob-er-eye-ee, kye-eye
Now Wing Chang Loo he fell in love, with a gal called Ah Chu Fong, She `ad two eyes like pumpkin seeds, an' slippers two inches long, Rut ah Chu Fong loved a pirate bold with all her heart an' liver, He wuz the capitan of a double-decked junk, An' he sailed the Yangtze river-eye-iver-eye!
When wing Chang Loo he heard o' this, he swore an' `orrible oath: Rif Ah Chu marries that pirate bold, I `ll make sausage meat o' them both!S So he hoi sted his blood-red battle flag, put into the Yangtze river, He steered her east an' south an' west, Till that pirate he did diskiver-eye-iver-eye!
The drums they beat to quarters an' the cannons did loudly roar, The red `ot dumplin `s flew like lead, an' the scuppers they ran with gore. The pirate paced the quarterdeck with never a shake nor a shiver, He wuz shot in the stern wid' a hard-boiled egg, That penetrated his liver-eye-iver-eye!
The dyin' pirate feebly cried, "We'll give the foe more shot, If I can't marry Ah Chu Fong, then Wing Chang loo shall not!" When a pease-pudden `ot hit the bumboat's side, it caused a `orrible scene, It upset a pot of `ot bow-wow soup, An' exploded the magaye-eenee-ayeeenee!
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Post by nonrabbit on Dec 16, 2015 9:41:53 GMT
We all must wonder now and then, If Christ..mas was just-well-plain different.
Charity giving,neighbour nodding,or brief conversation,plastic melted. Amazon, H&M, M&S,retail madness, eyes-in-debt.
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