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Post by Eugene Gurkin on Dec 21, 2006 22:41:15 GMT -5
So how was Impact? I didn't get to see it. It was good.
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:42:22 GMT -5
So how was Impact? I didn't get to see it. It was good. even VKM was better then RAW...again
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:46:57 GMT -5
it got quiet
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Dec 21, 2006 22:48:22 GMT -5
PUNK: You declared you would be three inches taller You only became what we made you. Thought you were chasing a destiny calling You only earned what we gave you. You fell and cried as our people were starving, Now you know that we blame you. You tried to walk on the trail we were carving, Now you know that we framed you.
G.F.: I'm the guy in the sky Flying high Flashing eyes No surprise I told lies I'm the punk in the gutter I'm the new president But I grew and I bent Don't you know? don't it show? I'm the punk with the stutter. My my my my my mmmm my my my.
GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation.
PUNK: We tried to speak between lines of oration You could only repeat what we told you. Your axe belongs to a dying nation, They don't know that we own you. You're watching movies trying to find the feelers, You only see what we show you. We're the slaves of the phony leaders Breathe the air we have blown you.
G.F.: I'm the guy in the sky Flying high Flashing eyes No surprise I told lies I'm the punk in the gutter I'm the new president But I grew and I bent Don't you know? don't it show? I'm the punk with the stutter. My my my my my mmmm my my my.
GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation.
I have to be careful not to preach I can't pretend that I can teach, And yet I've lived your future out By pounding stages like a clown. And on the dance floor broken glass, And bloody faces slowly pass, The numbered seats in empty rows, It all belongs to me you know.
PUNK: You declared you would be three inches taller You only became what we made you. Thought you were chasing a destiny calling You only earned what we gave you. You fell and cried as our people were starving, Now you know that we blame you. You tried to walk on the trail we were carving, Now you know that we framed you.
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Post by Eugene Gurkin on Dec 21, 2006 22:49:41 GMT -5
My favorite Scrubs episode from last season is. It was also my favorite season. You didn't state what the episode was. "My Lunch" That episode where Dr. Cox goes into a breakdown after all three transplant patients died. I later found out that it was based on a true story after my science teacher told us a story similar to this with the same outcome. Plus the was the first time I ever heard "How To Save A Life" by The Fray. Its an awesome song!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2006 22:50:18 GMT -5
Now every once in a while There's a crack in my smile Dark voices are talking to me Dark voices tell me the way It's supposed to be They said "Breakin' up" They said "It's hard to do" But what they say About breakin' up Y'know it's just not true Breakin' up, it's easy to do Breakin' up, it's easy to do Why if you know Why did you have to go And leave me on the floor About as sick as a dog I'm feeding my face Like a bleary-eyed hog Why'd it have to stop With so much good undone Breakin' up, it's easy to do Breakin' up, it's easy to do Breakin' up, it's easy to do Y'know I break up every time I break up with you
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Post by Eugene Gurkin on Dec 21, 2006 22:50:33 GMT -5
Friday is when you left me So I'll drink myself to sleep And Sunday is when I'll wake up Not to remember a thing My friends all say the same thing I don't know my new girl too well (I know) That all this lying gets to me And no one seems to give a crap (The way) She talks to every guy in the bar (I guess) It should've raised some kind of alarm Who'd ever think I'd go in and doubt? Like all the other guys that you've gone and huged Well it ain't no surprise That you turn me on and leave It ain't no surprise That you turn it around on me I don't know why You won't give me what I need It ain't no surprise That that Hootie Hoo! is leavin' me My friends are mean to me They say I don't break up too well (They know) All this crying gets to me And no one seems to give a crap Well I know you want to So go on and say it Just go on and say it Just go on and say it Well it ain't no surprise That you turn me on and leave It ain't no surprise That you turn it around on me I don't know why You won't give me what I need It ain't no surprise That that Hootie Hoo! is leavin' me (Leavin' me) Friday is when you left me So I drank myself to sleep And Sunday I never woke up Well it ain't no surprise That you turn me on and leave It ain't no surprise That you turn it around on me I don't know why You won't give me what I need It ain't no surprise That that Hootie Hoo! is leavin' me That that Hootie Hoo! is leavin' me For anyone who know who sings this sings this sing, kudos! \ Its "No Surprise" by Theory of a Deadman. DAMN!
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Post by Drillbit Taylor on Dec 21, 2006 22:51:21 GMT -5
So how was Impact? I didn't get to see it. No idea. I watched the OC.....
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Post by Eugene Gurkin on Dec 21, 2006 22:51:58 GMT -5
So how was Impact? I didn't get to see it. No idea. I watched the OC..... I can't believe you can watch that shit!
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:52:25 GMT -5
I can't believe you guys no sold LEFTOVER CRACK, so here they are again
Hey see you know what I, I know what I dont You promise you promise and I know you won't The problems and pressures we face everyday Are sometimes more like but always on display It breaks in your ears it aches in your bones and brings you to tears With various incisions you load another bullet Your shootin' with precision
I'm talented with atrophy yea i do it well you know I'd like to take a break from suffering in hell Squattin' is the excuse is I frequently abuse Either way I hold the chain im gonna need a noose cause PAIN!!!!!!!! Sweats on my skin, sick with bad memories and burns for my sin PAIN!!!!!!! To talk with each breath The only solution is the sweet taste of death!
Don't mistake the demeanor My kindness and weakness I'll burn you with reality While you cry to your Jesus You're suffocating in two You're choking in an empty room You're empty life thats ending soon Completely spells your doom
I made a choice deep inside heroin or suicide? sickness praised in times of need we waste away from hands of greed Jesus nailed to wooded T's cannot compete with my disease humanity the weak condition my soul is sick from my decision
PAIN!!! The badness increases The goodness wants to cry while we are cut to pieces PAIN!!! Precious death Paralysed with apathy thats all thats f***ing left! PAIN!!!
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:53:24 GMT -5
So how was Impact? I didn't get to see it. No idea. I watched the OC..... you sir, are once agian, OUT OF THE COOL CLUB, AND TAKE TV BOY WITH YOU, HE'S BUGGIN ME
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Post by Eugene Gurkin on Dec 21, 2006 22:53:56 GMT -5
I CAN'T BELIEVE ANYONE NO SOLD THEORY OF A DEADMAN.
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Dec 21, 2006 22:54:13 GMT -5
Father:
Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited. Waking up on christmas morning Hours before the winter suns ignited. They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heavens generosity. Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free In curiosity.
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? From the eternal grave.
Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently, And unaware of everything. Playing poxy pin ball picks his nose and smiles and Pokes his tongue at everything. I believe in love but how can men who've never seen Light be enlightened. Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten.
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? From the eternal grave.
Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Can you hear me? How can he be saved?
Tommy:
See me, feel me Touch me, heal me. See me, feel me Touch me, heal me!
Father:
Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Can you--Can you--Can you hear me? How can he be saved?
Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited. Waking up on christmas morning Hours before the winter suns ignited. They believe in dreams and all they mean Including heavens generosity. Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free In curiosity.
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is. He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is. How can he be saved? From the eternal grave.
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:54:36 GMT -5
I CAN'T BELIEVE ANYONE NO SOLD THEORY OF A DEADMAN. thats not as bad as noselling LEFTOVER CRACK, how can you have a better name for a band then that
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:55:11 GMT -5
is it steal jakes gimmick day or something
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2006 22:55:22 GMT -5
I can't believe you guys no sold LEFTOVER CRACK, so here they are again Hey see you know what I, I know what I dont You promise you promise and I know you won't The problems and pressures we face everyday Are sometimes more like but always on display It breaks in your ears it aches in your bones and brings you to tears With various incisions you load another bullet Your shootin' with precision I'm talented with atrophy yea i do it well you know I'd like to take a break from suffering in hell Squattin' is the excuse is I frequently abuse Either way I hold the chain im gonna need a noose cause PAIN!!!!!!!! Sweats on my skin, sick with bad memories and burns for my sin PAIN!!!!!!! To talk with each breath The only solution is the sweet taste of death! Don't mistake the demeanor My kindness and weakness I'll burn you with reality While you cry to your Jesus You're suffocating in two You're choking in an empty room You're empty life thats ending soon Completely spells your doom I made a choice deep inside heroin or suicide? sickness praised in times of need we waste away from hands of greed Jesus nailed to wooded T's cannot compete with my disease humanity the weak condition my soul is sick from my decision PAIN!!! The badness increases The goodness wants to cry while we are cut to pieces PAIN!!! Precious death Paralysed with apathy thats all thats huging left! PAIN!!! Never heard any of their stuff, but that's a great name.
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 21, 2006 22:57:24 GMT -5
I can't believe you guys no sold LEFTOVER CRACK, so here they are again Hey see you know what I, I know what I dont You promise you promise and I know you won't The problems and pressures we face everyday Are sometimes more like but always on display It breaks in your ears it aches in your bones and brings you to tears With various incisions you load another bullet Your shootin' with precision I'm talented with atrophy yea i do it well you know I'd like to take a break from suffering in hell Squattin' is the excuse is I frequently abuse Either way I hold the chain im gonna need a noose cause PAIN!!!!!!!! Sweats on my skin, sick with bad memories and burns for my sin PAIN!!!!!!! To talk with each breath The only solution is the sweet taste of death! Don't mistake the demeanor My kindness and weakness I'll burn you with reality While you cry to your Jesus You're suffocating in two You're choking in an empty room You're empty life thats ending soon Completely spells your doom I made a choice deep inside heroin or suicide? sickness praised in times of need we waste away from hands of greed Jesus nailed to wooded T's cannot compete with my disease humanity the weak condition my soul is sick from my decision PAIN!!! The badness increases The goodness wants to cry while we are cut to pieces PAIN!!! Precious death Paralysed with apathy thats all thats huging left! PAIN!!! Never heard any of their stuff, but that's a great name. which is why they should not be no sold
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Dec 21, 2006 22:57:30 GMT -5
is it steal jakes gimmick day or something Hey, I've done this long before the chat threads.
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Post by Eugene Gurkin on Dec 21, 2006 22:57:44 GMT -5
Haven't seen me lately Staying hard to find Well I know it ain't easy But you know I don't mind
I always know where you are, you never know where I am You got me sneaking around like the invisible man You'll never know where I've gone, you've gone and done it again you've got me sneaking around like the invisible man Going once, going twice, f*** this I'm gone
You've been looking for days now Oh but I'm not around I've been finding new ways how To see that I'm never found
I always know where you are, you never know where I am You got me sneaking around like the invisible man You'll never know where I've gone, you've gone and done it again you've got me sneaking around like the invisible man Going once, going twice, f*** this I'm gone
You can see right through me, outta sight, outta mind Can you see why it's easy to be the hardest to find
I always know where you are, you never know where I am You got me sneaking around like the invisible man You'll never know where I've gone, you've gone and done it again you've got me sneaking around like the invisible Like the invisible man Like the invisible man Like the invisible man Like the invisible man Like I'm invisible Going once, going twice, three times, f*** this I'm gone
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Post by shemmy86 on Dec 21, 2006 22:58:20 GMT -5
They have no respect for the rules Jake, they are savages.
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