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Favourite song lyrics

DMT, DMT
DMT, DMT
Do dee do DMT
LSD do DMT
LSD do DMT
I love everybody
Do de do love
Do da da de

Divine moments now
Divine moments of truth
Total and utter cosmic stuff

DMT, DMT
DMT, DMT
Do dee do DMT
LSD do DMT
LSD do DMT
I love everybody
Do de do love
Do da da de

I know it seems a bit cheesy, but I've introduced quite a few people to their first psychedelic trip and if they want so see some real deal stuff, give them headphones with 'Are You Shpongled' playing the whole way through. Unless they're a Hendrix or Grateful Dead fan, then that's an easy choice. Some people give me shite for liking Shpongle so much. I am told they are very softcore, but they're just right for me when I'm solo tripping. I've listened to a few albums many times and found a new experience each time. They have released some guff though. Their music seems to scare a lot of people, also, even though it is considered 'tame'.

There was that particularly long trip where I was in Shpongle CEV land for so long that the repertoire expired and I took a little while to realise that I was listening to 'Snooker Loopy' :|

It was fucking class though. I've had snooker and pool as a common theme in my trips; the 'others' seem to like playing it a lot.

Must sleep and post in relevant threads. I am untouchable though. I can post anywhere.

People fear The Don.

He's the type of guy that likes to speak in the third person and make large business transactions with simple hand gestures. It goes without saying that he has an impressive collection of Fedoras (He's basically a pasty Donald Trump).

Due to expanding links with the Russian's 'Thing', The Don now owns a 9% stake in Fedor Emelianenko.

There's major plans in the pipeline, too. Fenders are generally made in Mexico, USA, East Asia. Our stake in Fedor Emelianenko may allow us to brand a new guitar in Russia called the 'Fendor Atmoscaster' and the classic country tone is achieved by a second launch model, which is simply titled, the 'Fendor Russia Today'.

Laughing all the way to the bank while you clowns slave down the mines. Do they let you design guitars in mines!? :X
 
I wish I had DMT. I wouldn't be at my current grid reference until it was exhausted. Then I'd come home like 'The Prodigal Son'. I might even get a stall in the ghost town shopping centre, selling phone covers and ironic fridge magnets. Things will always work out for me because I'm a funnell of undeserving. Swooping them with my culchie charm. Holding doors open. Always having my ID on display. Swooping from job to job like a 'LOVEFiLM' rep with STOVL capabilities.

The future's bleak, people. Precious metals are becoming worthless. Hydrocarbons are going the same way - be smart and be ahead of the gave - Invest in my Russian guitar company. They will be essential after the collapse of the world and the environment. We will need to build new settlements and, it is common knowledge that cities are built on rock and roll.

I'm officially gagging myself. When I press, post, I'm putting the latptop away :(

PM me if you want to invest, btw. It's not a pyramid scheme. It's more like a Rhombus.
 
I don't know about anyone else but this has filled my giggling quota of the day.

Oh Don <3 you are mental.
 
I'd like to invest all my worldy possessions into this Russian strat venture.

Although I think it'd be economically viable to expand to the lesser known kitty models, so I may also suggest jaguars and mustangs too?

Somebody give the man some DMT!

Edit- going back to song lyrics Don, lounge act is one of my favourites too.

I introduced Kara to nirvana and a couple days later he sent me a text with the opening line to Drain You, so sweet of him :)
 
See, at least we have one visionary in here. Not like the rest of these droning 'yes men'. I say we be truly original and combine the Jaguar and the Mustang! 8o Every Nirvana fanboy guitarist will want on and they'll find they're pretty shite.

Admittedly, the ones I played were the re-issued series. The day I staple guitar, I went in, wanting a Mustang..having never played a mustang. It was purely aesthetics and liking the grunge scene. They had none in stock and the owner suggested I get a Mexican Strat which would be more versatile. I thought it was an ugly thing and resented having to settle for it. As soon as I got to start playing it though - then it paid off. I'd been playing an SG copy with really nasty humbuckers and it was just a whole other world. I have a Tele which I like for a lot of things but the Strat's my baby.
 
Afaik every jagstang that was ever available to the public was pretty garbage, whereas Kurt had one that was a quality build and not cheaply mass produced / aimed at beginners.

I have a pretty epic jaguar / mustang collection...

On topic:

I don't have a bedtime
I don't need to cum
for I have become an amphetamine bum

If you don't like sleeping and don't want to screw,
then you should take lots of amphetamine too.
 
Perestroiksa, Reform, Glasnost
Hardcore sell, Overhead cost
The News at Ten, The House, Big Ben
Half truths, Now and then
Pol Pot, Border, Massacre, Slaughter
Rainforest, President's Daughter
The people's will, Their bellies fill
Multinational, Kill kill kill
Irradiate, Evacuate
Use, Abuse, Manipulate
Walls fall down, The people stand up
Cross the border and Customs shut
Forklift, Airlift, Foreign aid
Pockets lined, Army blockade
Evolution, Progress, Regress
Power, Possess, Energy, Harness
Economy market, High or low
How much did you know?
In the World Freak Show, World Freak Show
World Freak Show!
 
He needs me
I oughta leave him,
But he needs me
I know that I ain't very bright
Just to tag along
Oh, but right or wrong
I'm his... And I'm here

And I'm gonna be his friend,
Or his lover
Cause my one ambition is
To wake him and make him discover that
He needs me
I've got to follow where he leads me
Or else he'll never know
That I need him
Just as he needs me
 
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof
So pay the money and take a shot
Leadfill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof
 
Now when the rumour comes to your town
It grows and grows, where it started no one knows
Some of your neighbors will invite it right in
Or maybe it's a lie, even if it's a sin they'll repeat the rumour again
 
Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well, I'm so mad about him
I can't live without him

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out

He don't love me like I love him
No, nobody could
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
 
I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for the army or whatever
Picture me given' a damn, I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute
It occurred to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun, to be another one
Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all
To criticize me some crime, never the less
They could not understand that I'm a black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation's unreal
I got a raw deal, now I'm lookin' for the steel
 
Stained glass windows keep the cold outside
While the hypocrites hide inside
With the lies of statues in their minds
Where the Christian religion made them blind
Where they hide
And prey to the God of a bitch spelled backwards is dog
Not for one race, one creed, one world
But for money
Effective
Absurd

Do you pray to the Holy Ghost when you suck your host
Do you read who’s dead in the Irish Post
Do you give away the cash you can’t afford
On bended knees and pray to lord

Fat pig priest
Sanctimonious smiles
He takes the money
You take the lies
This is religion and Jesus Christ
This is religion cheaply priced
This is bibles full of libel
This is sin in eternal hymn
This is what they’ve done
This is your religion
The apostles were eleven
Now there’s a sod in Heaven

This is religion
There’s a liar on the altar
The sermon never falter
This is religion
Your religion
 
"I got a million reasons to want ya,
I got a million more to leave.
So, i'll be gettin my things together ,
If you can't tell me why i should stay."
 
Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno, no

When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
 
Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.

Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.
 
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way man, have you got a dollar
Oh no man, I haven't got the time time

Too busy sucking on a ding dong
She's too busy sucking on my ding dong
Oh, she does it just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh, just like, just like Sister Ray says.
 
With the money from her accident
She bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment
Out of being alone
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf
It's you and me against the world kid she mumbled to herself

She ran away from home with her mother's best coat
She was married before she was even entitled to vote
And her husband was one of those blokes
The sort that only laughs at his own jokes
The sort that war takes away
And when there wasn't a war he left her anyway.

One dark night he came home from the sea
And put a hole in her body where no hole should be
It hurt her more to see him walking out the door
And though they stitched her back together they left her heart in pieces on the
Floor

When the world falls apart some things stay in place
She takes off the four tops tape and puts it back in it's case
When the world falls apart some things stay in place
Levi stubbs' tears...
 
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