Yeah, but played out. There's a station here that plays it probably every hour on the hour, along with "Hotel California". And that's why I don't listen to radio.
heh. The classic last dance song from junior high and high school....brings back memories...except from High School, I was too drunk to ever make it to the last dance
It's official!! I'm getting married September 28, 2007!!
I can't see anything at all, all I see is me
That's clear enough, that's what's important
To see me
My eyes can focus, my brain is talking
It looks pretty good to me
My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful
It looks pretty good to me
Sometimes I speak, tonite there's nothing to say
Sometimes we freak, and laugh all day
Hold these pages up to the light
See the jacknife inside of the dream
A railroad runs through the record stores at night
Coming in for the deep freeze
Mary: a simple word
Are you there in the cold country?
Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight
Can't you hear me?
Remember our talk, that day on the phone?
I said I was the door, and you were the station
With shattered glass and miles between us
We still flew away in the conversation
My cup is full, and I feel okay
The world is dull, but not today
She thinks she's a goddess
She says she talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
If she can bear to hear it
This is Eric's trip
We've all come to watch him slip
He's slipping all the way to Texas
Can you dig it?
I see with a glass eye, the pavement view
A shadow forming, across fields rushing
Through me to you
We tore down the world, and put up four walls
I breathe in the myth
I'm over the city, f***ing the future
I'm high and inside your kiss
We can't see clear
But what we see is alright
We make up what we can't hear
And then we sing all night
Scattered pages and shattered lights
See the jacknife, see the dream
There's something moving over there to the right
Like nothing I've ever seen.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tension, apprehension,
And dissension have begun.
Ohh.... who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
If nautical nonsense is something you wish,
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Then drop on the deck and glub like a fish!
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans are suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.
Ohh.... who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
If nautical nonsense is something you wish,
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Then drop on the deck and glub like a fish!
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
LOL...I love SpongeBob.
If you don't like it. All I can tell you to do is, get over it!
Little ditty about Jack and Diane
Two American kids growin up in the heartland
Jackie's gonna be a football star
Diane debutante backseat of Jackie's car
Suckin on chilli dogs outside the Tastee Freeze
Diane sittin on jackies lap
He's got his hands between her knees
Jackie say, hey Diane let's run off
Behind a shady tree
Dribble off those Bobby Brooks
Let me do what I please
And Jackie say a
Oh yeah life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin is gone
Oh yeah life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin is gone they walk on
I'm not sure anyone's busted this one out yet, and I can't be arsed to look through this entire thread, so here goes:
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.
I said there is no reason for my fear.
Cause I feel so secure when we're together.
You give my life direction,
You make everything so clear.
And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.
And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.
You should a been gone knowing how I made you feel
And I should a been gone after all your words of steel
Oh I must have been a dreamer(dreamer knows)
And there must have been someone else(someone else)
Oh, we should have been over(over by now)
Oh, Sherrie, our love holds on, holds on
Oh, Sherrie, our love holds on, holds on
We shall nonetheless move forward to carve a name for ourselves in the annals of bold insurgency and death-defying derring-do. Once I have a keen blade at my hip and the Jolly Roger is flapping high above me, I believe I will find my true calling.