kayo Posted July 31, 2006 Share Posted July 31, 2006 Iss awighty Bops... knock back harder, says some quote somewhere.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted July 31, 2006 Author Share Posted July 31, 2006 Iss awighty Bops... knock back harder, says some quote somewhere.... Does this mean you are going to find a song to depress me? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted July 31, 2006 Share Posted July 31, 2006 how´s this. GLOOMY SUNDAY Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you, Nor where the black coach of sorrow has taken you. Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday. Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know. Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go. Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you, With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you. Gloomy Sunday. (Depressing or what..... .........Thankfully, in the last verse it brightens a little...) Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake and I find you asleep, In the heart of my heart, dear. Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you, My heart is telling you how much I wanted you. Gloomy Sunday. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chonabot Posted July 31, 2006 Share Posted July 31, 2006 (edited) I am Pissed. But, I have written, and performed a song, in front of 12,000 people. They pissflappinglyremoratransexuallydildoselfeffacinglyleopardfannybatterishlyuphill arden ' ly hated it! Cocks. Wanna hear it ? Edited July 31, 2006 by chonabot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 1, 2006 Author Share Posted August 1, 2006 how´s this. GLOOMY SUNDAY Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you, Nor where the black coach of sorrow has taken you. Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday. Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know. Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go. Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you, With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you. Gloomy Sunday. (Depressing or what..... .........Thankfully, in the last verse it brightens a little...) Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake and I find you asleep, In the heart of my heart, dear. Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you, My heart is telling you how much I wanted you. Gloomy Sunday. I like it.. ..but didn't depress me, sorry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 2, 2006 Author Share Posted August 2, 2006 Here is depressing. Johnny Cash - Give My Love To Rose I found him by the railroad track this morning I could see that he was nearly dead I knelt down beside him and I listened Just to hear the words the dyin' fellow said He said they let me out of prison down in Frisco For ten long years I paid for what I've done I was tryin' to get back to Louisiana To see my Rose and get to know my son Give my love to Rose please won't you Mister Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes Tell my boy his Daddy's so proud of him And don't forget to give my love to Rose Tell tham I said thanks for waitin' for me Tell my boy to help his mom at home Tell my Rose to try and find another For it ain't right that she should live alone Mister here's a bag with all my money It won't loast them long the way it goes God bless you for findin' me this morning And don't forget to give my love to Rose Give my love to Rose please won't you Mister Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes Tell my boy his Daddy's so proud of him And don't forget to give my love to Rose. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 Boy meet girls, boy loves girl, boy <deleted>.cks up and goes to the brig, loses girl... sigh! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 2, 2006 Author Share Posted August 2, 2006 Boy meet girls, boy loves girl, boy <deleted>.cks up and goes to the brig, loses girl... sigh! Picky little girl. Okay your turn, depress me! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 One artist, one title. You can´t beat this, but you can get bonus points, if you tell me what it was about. Richard Ashcroft. The Drugs don´t work. All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more I'm never coming down, I'm never going down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more (Repeat and Fade Out) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 2, 2006 Author Share Posted August 2, 2006 One artist, one title. You can´t beat this, but you can get bonus points, if you tell me what it was about. Richard Ashcroft. The Drugs don´t work. All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more I'm never coming down, I'm never going down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more (Repeat and Fade Out) That's good, but your British, you can get more depressing than that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 2, 2006 Share Posted August 2, 2006 Alright... KIlL ME KILL ME KILL ME F.ck me up the arse, f.ck me in the omuth, and KILL ME!!!! How´s that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 3, 2006 Author Share Posted August 3, 2006 Alright... KIlL ME KILL ME KILL ME F.ck me up the arse, f.ck me in the omuth, and KILL ME!!!! How´s that? Isn't that a Nine Inch Nails song? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 3, 2006 Share Posted August 3, 2006 Nah, t´was an original composition! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 4, 2006 Author Share Posted August 4, 2006 Nah, t´was an original composition! You're Goood. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 5, 2006 Author Share Posted August 5, 2006 Machines Of Loving Grace-Casual Users They were casual users they come together they explode in the beauty of the drugs of summer we were casual users we were young and stupid and I can never remember the time we crossed over that line And I'm never going back I didn't mean this time I got confused Just wanna sleep it off for awhile I'm never going back I've got this slave mentality that keeps on fcking with me The truth is slow torture I've got this slave mentality that keeps on fcking with me two words- whatever comes And I'm never going back I didn't mean it this time I got confused Just wanna sleep it off for awhile never going back They are casual users they are unencumbered They are sweetly stupid they are far outnumbered We were casual users we were young and useless And I can never remember the time we crossed over that line Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 5, 2006 Author Share Posted August 5, 2006 Oasis-Cast No Shadow Here's a thought for everyman who tries to understand what is in his hand He walks along the open road of love and life Surviving if he can Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say as he fcaed the sun he cast no shadow As they took his soul they stole his pride As he faced the sun he cast no shadow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 7, 2006 Share Posted August 7, 2006 TThose last two were good bops. Definite somehting in those. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 7, 2006 Author Share Posted August 7, 2006 Mighty Mighty Bosstones-Another Drinkin' Song Gonna dive into dive I've dove into before Gonna haunt a haunt I've haunted like a million times or more A familiar joint where getting drunk is the only point, to frequent this place with any frequency at all... Counting on a remedy I've counted on before Goin' with the cure that's never failed me What you call the disease, I call the remedy What you're callin' the cause, I call the cure Sing a song, a song to you A song I've sung before Belt out a ballad that I've balted out a million times or more The words I'm gonna scream and gettin drunk is the central theme to the lyrics,if you can make the lyrics out at all Counting on a remedy, I've counted on before Goin' with the cure that's never failed me What you call the disease, I call the remedy What you're callin' the cause I call the cure Just a devotion to a potion Please no applause A dedication to a medication a crutch a cure a cause What I've counted on to pick me up has knocked me to my knees Before I hit the floor once more, I'll call it the disease. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 13, 2006 Author Share Posted August 13, 2006 The Real Folk Blues from Cowboy Bebop Too much time has pasted by to lament that we were deeply in love the wind keeps blowing, while my heart cannot heal all the tears in it someone cry for me with parched eyes The real folk blues I only want to know what true saddness is sitting in muddy water isn't such a bad life if it ends after the first time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 13, 2006 Share Posted August 13, 2006 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 18, 2006 Author Share Posted August 18, 2006 Flogging Molly - These Exiled Years It's four in the morning battered and numb a loaded room, an empty gun I whistle a tune I heard years before The clock started ticking where did the time go I danced to the morning she called out my name the wind was a howling and dawn came the rain her arms they caressed me sweet was her brow she opened my eyes to banish the doubt wash me down in all yout joy but don't drag me through this again I've heard all your sad songs I can hear it's in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years The dew on the ground blankets the face cold was the night gone her embrace for your land of the free now prisons me to rot in this jail of lost liberty wash me down in all your hoy but don't drag me through this again Walk away, watch me as I wave one foot here but sure the other's in the grave walk away walk away I've heard all your sad songs I can hear it's in with the whiskey and out with the gin 'I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 19, 2006 Share Posted August 19, 2006 ouch. that was depressing. Here´s another Waits coposition for you Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart and I don't have a drinking problem cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a known her we were quite a pair she was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer so welcome to the continuing saga she was my better half and I was just a dog and so here am I slumped I been chippied I been chumped on my stool so buy this fool, some spirits and libations it's these railroad station bars with all these conductors and the porters and I'm all out of quarters and this epitaph is the aftermath yea I choose my path hey come on Cath, he's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya and no the moon ain't romantic it's intimidating as hel_l and some guy's trying to sell me a watch And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch I got me a bottle and a dream it's so maudlin it seems you can name your poison go on ahead and make some noise I ain't sentimental this ain't a purchase it's a rental and it's purgatory, hey what's your story, well I don't even care cause I got my own double-cross to bear and I'll see your Red Label and I'll raise you one more and you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames It ain't like asbestos it don't do nothing but rest us assured and substantiate the rumors that you've heard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 19, 2006 Author Share Posted August 19, 2006 I can almost hear the music but I can't place the name. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 19, 2006 Share Posted August 19, 2006 Bad liver and a broken heart Small Change album Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 19, 2006 Author Share Posted August 19, 2006 Bad liver and a broken heartSmall Change album Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thaddeus Posted August 20, 2006 Share Posted August 20, 2006 "I can't help about the shape I'm in I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to" No Googling please........ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayo Posted August 20, 2006 Share Posted August 20, 2006 I htink that´s from an old Joe jackson tune, but I am not sure... Covered by another band later.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 20, 2006 Author Share Posted August 20, 2006 "I can't help about the shape I'm inI cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to" No Googling please........ The thread is no a guessing game. Just post the song and let us enjoy the song. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thaddeus Posted August 21, 2006 Share Posted August 21, 2006 "I can't help about the shape I'm in I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to" No Googling please........ The thread is no a guessing game. Just post the song and let us enjoy the song. Oki Dokey.... it's "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac.... an oldie but a goody Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thaibebop Posted August 21, 2006 Author Share Posted August 21, 2006 "I can't help about the shape I'm in I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to" No Googling please........ The thread is no a guessing game. Just post the song and let us enjoy the song. Oki Dokey.... it's "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac.... an oldie but a goody That is a good one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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