mine is rebel
what is yours
what is yours
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Originally posted by MaxPower2k3: i really like Pablo Picasso. no idea why, really, i just like it. Dunno if that's my favorite, though. |
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Life On Mars? It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen But the film is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? It's on Amerika's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame 'Cause Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? |
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Originally posted by OSX Abuser: I'm afraid of Americans David Bowie and NIN |
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Originally posted by wdlove: I will admit that I have heard of the name David Bowie, but couldn't name one of his songs. |
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Originally posted by wdlove: I will admit that I have heard of the name David Bowie, but couldn't name one of his songs. |
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There's a cry that is heard in the city From Vivian at Pentecost Lane A shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m. Another night of muscles and pain I love you despite your convictions That God never laughs at my jokes I'm a young man at odds with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Prayin' at the bus stop Now Jesus he came in a vision And offered you redemption from sin I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you But are you sure that it really was him I've been told that it couldn've been blue cheese Or the meal that we ate down the road I'm a young man at odds with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Prayin' at the bus stop |
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Originally posted by John F. Smith: mine is rebel |
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Originally posted by Randman: Can't like it that much if you don't even know the title. |
I really have no interest in the all the new 24 bit ones, I was after all the bonus tracks.