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    All the blazing suns
    Suck up all the gods and punks
    Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 6/11/2017 12:58am, .

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      You know you're quite a hot topic
      You've gotta nothin' in your head
      You've got your ass in the back seat
      We all agree you're over-fed
      You're from the suck generation
      Like a doggie with a bone
      You like your lame fuckin' music
      You love a-talkin' on your phone

      You're stone monolithic
      I smell it on your breath
      You got about a-nothin' to say
      So buy your stupid garbage
      And love yourself to death
      'Til Daddy takes your T-Bird away

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        Be Mine - Ofenbach

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          My own wheezing struggle to breathe with a swollen up throat. :/

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            Originally posted by Evergrey View Post
            My own wheezing struggle to breathe with a swollen up throat. :/
            Falling for Judo since 1980

            "You are wrong. Why? Because you move like a pregnant yak and talk like a spazzing 'I train UFC' noob." -DCS

            "The best part of getting you worked up is your backpack full of irony and lies." -It Is Fake

            "Banning BKR is like kicking a Quokka. It's foolishness of the first order." - Raycetpfl

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              Consider for a moment that there is no meme about brown-haired, brown-eyed step children.

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                Not that I enjoy getting biblical, but the title of this tune (and Heinlein's masterwork) is based on Exodus 2:22 (ger shom, 'a sojourner there')

                And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.
                Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 6/15/2017 10:48pm, .

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                  Another classic 80's tune, inspired by a Heinlein tale.

                  Google it yourselves, I'm tired. 1982.

                  IS that you in this video, Neal? Bowler cap and cigar smokin...

                  Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 6/15/2017 10:57pm, .

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                    Originally posted by BKR View Post
                    Good stuff there BKR!

                    Young people! If you smoke now, throw that shit away. Ask BFM. I'll second.
                    Carter Hargrave's Jeet Can't Do

                    http://www.bullshido.net/forums/showthread.php?t=31636

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                      Fair is fair.

                      1985.

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                        Well the soundtrack to one of my favourite shows is finally out for this volume so catching up on what the Williams' have been up to.

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                          For dog lovers

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                            Red 7, a short lived side project band led by Mike Rutherford of Genesis and Mike and the Mechanics fame.

                            Soooooo 1985, as well as the end credits theme of one of my favorite movies, Manhunter, which features William Peterson in hot pink shorts saving turtles and people from impending doom.

                            What a man, what a man, what a man... what a mighty good man.



                            Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 6/24/2017 11:15pm, .

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                              Originally posted by MisterMR View Post


                              For dog lovers


                              Any resemblance to existing or existing persons is purely fortuitous ...

                              I can never make you believe
                              That it will never be cold again
                              I will not even give you hope
                              Anyway, you do not want it

                              You will not smile at me tonight
                              Tomorrow morning, I do not count
                              Your blue eyes are covered with black
                              And it's not cinema

                              Yes but I'm still there
                              Like your two dogs and their passion
                              And to embrace you, my two arms
                              At your disposal

                              Your lips will not tell me good night
                              Tonight, my mouth does not come back to you
                              The room will be your booth
                              And you do not expect anything from me

                              I do not offer you a handkerchief
                              It's useless, you do not cry
                              Nothing can move you
                              For now, nothing is going

                              Yes but I'm still there
                              Like your two dogs and their passion
                              And to embrace you, my two arms
                              At your disposal

                              Our beautiful speeches are illusory
                              It is better to be silent in these cases
                              Anyway everything is temporary
                              I have sometimes observed it

                              I wounded you unintentionally
                              And tomorrow you'll forgive me
                              You killed me without knowing it
                              But tomorrow, I'll forget all about it

                              Yes but I'm still there
                              Like your two dogs and their passion
                              And to embrace you, my two arms
                              At your disposal
                              Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 6/24/2017 11:58pm, .

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                                I'm still having a hard time processing that I saw U2 play this song, live, just the other day.

                                I really should post my shitty video...but here's the Rattle and Hum version.

                                It was just like this, only this time there was a 200 ft wide LED screen.

                                http://www.nj.com/entertainment/musi...tlist_201.html



                                In the howlin' wind
                                Comes a stingin' rain
                                See it drivin' nails
                                Into the souls on the tree of pain.

                                From the firefly
                                A red orange glow
                                See the face of fear
                                Runnin' scared in the valley below.

                                Bullet the blue sky
                                Bullet the blue sky
                                Bullet the blue
                                Bullet the blue.

                                In the locust wind
                                Comes a rattle and hum.
                                Jacob wrestled the angel
                                And the angel was overcome.

                                You plant a demon seed
                                You raise a flower of fire.
                                We see them burnin' crosses
                                See the flames, higher and higher.

                                Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky
                                Bullet the blue sky
                                Bullet the blue
                                Bullet the blue.

                                Suit and tie comes up to me
                                His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
                                Like all the colours of a royal flush
                                And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
                                (Slappin' 'em down)
                                One hundred, two hundred.

                                And I can see those fighter planes
                                And I can see those fighter planes
                                Across the tin huts as children sleep
                                Through the alleys of a quiet city street.
                                Up the staircase to the first floor
                                We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
                                As a man breathes into his saxophone
                                And through the walls you hear the city groan.
                                Outside, is America
                                Outside, is America
                                America.

                                See across the field
                                See the sky ripped open
                                See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound
                                Howlin' the women and children
                                Who run into the arms
                                Of America.
                                Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 6/30/2017 11:27pm, .

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