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09-23-2005 11:58 AM #1141
Senior Member
Array Came a tribe from the North brave and bold,
Bearing banners of Silver and Gold,
Tried and true to subdue all their foes,
Go Vandals! Go mighty Vandals!
Go, Vandals go,
Fight on with hearts brave and bold,
Foes will fall before your Silver and your Gold,
The victory cannot be withheld from thee,
So all bear down for Idaho,
Come on old Vandals go!
I-D-A-H-O
IDAHO, IDAHO GO, GO, GO! But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. -
09-23-2005 12:22 PM #1142
Senior Member
Array We had no plans to seek great renown
When the Eastern host sallied forth
We fought for Queen Maurya and the army of the north
We had no thoughts of silver or gold that we will not live to save
We fought instead for other things we can take into the grave
And these two things, we'll tell you true,
We know full well what they mean
The Northern Region Army, and the honor of our queen
The honor of the queen... -
09-23-2005 02:49 PM #1143
Senior Member
Array So bugger off, you beggars bugger off
Bugger off, you beggars bugger off
Like a herd of bloody swine who refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening, so you beggars bugger off
Well you’ve been a splendid audience, but now the time is passed
So don’t you all be letting the door hit you in the a**
You’ve been a lovely audience, but enough is enough
We’d take to drinking kindly if you’d all just bugger off
Here’s to barkeeps and waitresses who served you all your beers
They’ve put up with your noxious breath and stupid drunken leers
Be leaving all your money on the table when you go
For you’ll just have a throbbing head and nothing else to show
Here’s to all the lovely people who are waiting for the band
And thinking one of them might make a charming one night stand
Please don’t be offended, for this song is not for you
And we’ll be happy to oblige you when this nasty job is through
So bugger off, you beggars bugger off
Bugger off, you beggars bugger off
Like a herd of bloody swine who refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening, so you beggars bugger off But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. -
09-23-2005 06:02 PM #1144
Senior Member
Array If your child ain't all he should be now
This girl could put him right
I'll show him what he could be now
Just give me one night!
I am the gypsy - the acid queen
Pay before we start
The gypsy, I'm guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
Give us a room, close the door
Leave us for a while
Your boy won't be a boy no more
Young but not a child!
I am the gypsy - the acid queen
Pay before we start
The gypsy, I'm guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
Gather your wits and hold on fast
Your mind must learn to roam
Just as the gypsy queen must do
You can't hit the road!
My work is done, now look at him
He's never looked more alive!
His head it shakes, his fingers clutch
Watch his body rise!
I am the gypsy - the acid queen
Pay before we start
I'm the gypsy, I'm guaranteed
To break your little heart
If your child ain't all he should be now
This girl could put him right
I'll show him what he could be now
Just give me one night!
I am the gypsy - the acid queen
Pay before we start
The gypsy, I'm guaranteed
To tear your soul apart "What, really? I thought that song was just about a dragon who lived by the sea and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee."
"Dan, you're such a dumb*ss"
Read it, be happy: Funny -
09-24-2005 09:18 AM #1145
Senior Member
Array The gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady,
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gates
She left her own fine lover
She left her servants and her estate
To follow the gypsy rover.
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
"My father is no gypsy" she said
"But ruler of these lands all over,
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady. Why sabre? Because you don't take heads with the point. -
09-24-2005 03:29 PM #1146
Senior Member
Array O the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen
God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers
O Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the Antelope's crew
God damn them all . . . .
The Antelope sloop was a sickening site
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all . . . .
On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all . . . .
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a great big Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
God damn them all . . . .
The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
God damn them all . . . .
Then at length she stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all . . . .
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all . . . .
Now here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all . . . . And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
~Hamlet -
09-24-2005 03:57 PM #1147
Senior Member
Array Oh the year was nineteen seventy-eight,
(How I wish I'd never tried it now,)
When a score of men were turned quite green
By the scummiest ale you've ever seen
Chorus:
God damn them all,
I was told this beer was worth its weight in gold
We'd feel no pain, shed no tears,
But it's a foolish man who shows no fear
At a glass of Garnett's homemade beer.
Now Garnett Rogers cried the town
(how I wish I'd never tried it now,)
For 20 brave men all masochists who
Would taste for him his homemade brew.
This motley crew were a sickening sight
(how I wish I'd never tried it now,)
There was caveman Dave with his eyes in bags
He'd a hard-boiled liver and the staggers and jags.
We hadn't been there but an hour or two
(how I wish I'd never tried it now,)
When a voice said "Give me some homemade brew"
As steeleyed Stan hove into view.
Now steeleyed Stan was a frightening man
(how I wish I'd never tried it now,)
He was eight foot tall and four foot wide
Said "pass that jug or I'll tan your hide.
Stan took one sip and pitched on his side
(how I wish I'd never tried it now,)
Garnett was smashed with a cupful of drugs
And his breath set fire to both me legs.
Now here I am with my 23rd beer
(how I wish I'd never tried it now,)
It's six long years since I felt this way
On the night before my wedding day. -
09-24-2005 04:16 PM #1148
Senior Member
Array Time it took the most of me
And left me with no key
To unlock the chest of remedy
Mother, the pain ain’t hurting me
But the love that I feel
When you hold me near
The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you
Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies
Passiontide
An angel by my side
But no Christ to end this war
To deliver my soul from the sword
Hope has shown me a scenery
Paradise poetry
With first snow I’ll be gone
The hopes were high...
Red Sun rising...
Your death saved me
Red Sun rising... ***Nusy***
aka Mrs I_luv_saber
I'm married to the Hussar of f.net... -
09-24-2005 04:53 PM #1149
Senior Member
Array I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightning.
I see bad times today.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise. Why sabre? Because you don't take heads with the point. -
09-24-2005 05:13 PM #1150
Senior Member
Array Kurt Weill? Really? Show us the way to the next whiskey bar
Don't ask why
For we must find the next whiskey bar
Or if we don't find the next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh Moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey ... you know why
Oh Moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey ... you know why
Show us the way to the next dollar
Don't ask why
For we must find the next little dollar
Or if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh Moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollar or you know why
Oh Moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollar or you know why
Oh show us the way to the next little girl
Oh don't ask why
For we must find the next little girl
Or if we don't find the next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh moon of Alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
We must have little girl or you know why
Oh moon of Alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
We must have little girl or you know why And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
~Hamlet -
09-24-2005 05:22 PM #1151
Posting Hound
Array People are strange, when you're a stranger.
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
People seem wicked, when you're unwanted.
Streets are uneven, when you're down.
When you're strange,
faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange,
no one remembers your name.
When you're strange,
when you're strange,
when you're straaaaaange... -
09-24-2005 05:26 PM #1152
Senior Member
Array Well we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out and show ourselves
When everyone has gone
Some are satin some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of the stranger
But we love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?
Don't be afraid to try again
Everone goes south
Every now and then
You've done it, why can't someone else?
You should know by now
You've been there yourself
Once I used to believe
I was such a great romancer
Then I came home to a woman
That I could not recognize
When I pressed her for a reason
She refused to even answer
It was then I felt the stranger
Kick me right between the eyes
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?
Don't be afraid to try again
Everyone goes south
Every now and then
You've done it why can't someone else?
You should know by now
You've been there yourself
You may never understand
How the stranger is inspired
But he isn't always evil
And he isn't always wrong
Though you drown in good intentions
You will never quench the fire
You'll give in to your desire
When the stranger comes along. Why sabre? Because you don't take heads with the point. -
09-25-2005 01:04 PM #1153
Senior Member
Array Well I look to the sky
Reflections of you and I
And as we fly
Strangers in paradise
We're on the outside looking in
And we're on the inside
And fall back again
Magic nights
Strangers in Paradise
Well I look to the sky
Well I look to the sky
Reflections of you and I
And as we fly...
Strangers in Paradise
We're on the outside looking in
We're on the inside
Strangers in paradise
Strangers in paradise
Strangers in paradise -
09-25-2005 02:18 PM #1154
Senior Member
Array You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden even deeper that the time before,
Oriental oils and tea brought down from Singapore."
As we wait for my lock to cycle
I say, "My wife has given me a son."
"A son!" you cry, "Is that all that you've done?"
She wears bougainvilla blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside.
Her sighs catch on your shoulder;
Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How could you stand to leave her for a year?"
"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides high upon your shoulder."
"Come with me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older,
While your blood runs colder."
But that anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home.
Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway
While you compensate for leeway through the Trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made.
And you laugh at hearts you've riven,
But which of these has given us more love of life,
You, your tropic maids, or me, my wife.
"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides high upon your shoulder."
"Ah come with me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older,
While your blood runs colder."
But that anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home.
Ah your anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for just one hour of home. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
~Hamlet -
09-25-2005 02:26 PM #1155
Senior Member
Array I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. Why sabre? Because you don't take heads with the point. -
09-25-2005 02:39 PM #1156
Senior Member
Array My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
My heart it has been rent and I am crying
All the beauty around me fades and I am screaming
I am the last of the great whales
And I am dying
Last night I heard the cry of my last companion
The roar of the harpoon gun and then I was alone
I thought of the days gone by when we were thousands
But I know that I soon must die
The last leviathan
This morning the sun did rise crimson in the north sky
The ice was the colour of blood and the winds they did sigh
I rose for to take a breath, it was my last one
From a gun came the roar of death
And now I am done
Now that we are all gone there's no more hunting
The big fellow is no more, it's no use lamenting
What race will be next in line all for the slaughter
The elephant or the seal
Or your sons and daughters And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
~Hamlet -
09-25-2005 02:58 PM #1157
Senior Member
Array You were my first love
The earth moving under me
Bedroom scent, beauty ardent
Distant shiver, heaven sent
I’m the snow on your lips
The freezing taste, the silvery sip
I’m the breath on your hair
The endless nightmare, devil’s lair
Only so many times
I can say I long for you
The lily among the thorns
The prey among the wolves
Someday, I will feed a snake
Drink her venom, stay awake
With time all pain will fade
Through your memory I will wade
Barely cold in her grave
Barely warm in my bed
Settling for a draw tonight
Puppet girl, your strings are mine
This one is for you for you
Only for you
Just give in to it never think again
I feel for you ***Nusy***
aka Mrs I_luv_saber
I'm married to the Hussar of f.net... -
09-25-2005 03:18 PM #1158
Senior Member
Array Who can tell when in love you'll finally fall?
Some live in vain and never love at all
but as lightning strikes
or as a small insistent voice
if we are blessed
we will hear and heed the call
Give your love and never count the cost
Lose your heart and never call it lost
May your love be your shelter
to the ending of your days
love is all that is, all that ever was
May your love grow strong and always kind
May your hearts grow forever more entwined
In the brightest day or the stillness of the night
May it be each others hand you seek and find
Never more to be alone
Ever closer you have grown
Forever now may no distance come between
And in each other's loving hearts you find a home And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
~Hamlet -
09-25-2005 03:22 PM #1159
Senior Member
Array All those beautiful people
I want to have them all
All those porcelain models
If only I could make them fall
Be my heart a well of love
Flowing free so far above
A wintry eve
Once upon a tale
An Ugly Duckling
Lost in a verse
Of a sparrows carol
Dreaming the stars
Be my heart a well of love
Flowing free so far above
In my world
Love is for poets
Never the famous balcony scene
Just a dying faith
On the heaven’s gate
Crystal pond awaits the lorn
Tonight another morn for the lonely one is born ***Nusy***
aka Mrs I_luv_saber
I'm married to the Hussar of f.net... -
09-25-2005 08:25 PM #1160
Senior Member
Array Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.
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