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Darn the Sal and his Flaming Lips thread; now I can't get the songs from The Soft Bulletin out of my head -- various songs will pop into my brain at the most unexpected times. Now, I can't get Feeling Yourself Disintegrate out of my mind... :crazy:

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"Playing with the queen of hearts, knowing it ain't really smart

The joker ain't the only fool who'll do anything for you..."

-- Juice Newton

:crazy::tdown:rmad::rmad:

Bastard!

NOTHING was going through my head, til now ... :angry::rmad:

:rofl:

For me, it's... "If I don't get my football back, I'm gonna get my dad on you" (from the Adidas commercial run constantly during the World Cup). It was driving me nuts for days trying to figure out what they were saying after "gonna get my". It finally occured to me to Google it, so now I can sleep nights.

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Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child's balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool's gold mouthpiece

The hollow horn plays wasted words

Proves to warn

That he not busy being born

Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan but unlike before

You discover

That you'd just be

One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don't hate nothing at all

Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Made everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without looking too far

That not much

Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have

To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged

It's only people's games that you got to dodge

And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you

Into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done

That can win what's never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks

They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

Insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not fergit

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something

They invest in.

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society's pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare

While money doesn't talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer's pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death's honesty

Won't fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes

Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards

False gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough

What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

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MTV by Deep Purple from the album Rapture Of The Deep

lyrics by Ian Gillan

I was driving through the night

Into an endless tunnel of fog

When it dawned on me something was wrong

I was in a trance, hypnotised

Bored beyond belief

I was listening to the same old song

I know every lick, every word

Every nuance

I'm on first name terms with the crew

But I'd better get used to this poop du jour

Sure as hell they won't play anything new

Oh yes I love you really

Classic Rock Radio

Oh my dear it's time for bed

Time for you to go

Everyone is asleep

The pirates took to the water stole the charts

But sadly that didn't go down well with those upstairs

Who require loyalty

The establishment considered

That the uncontrolled appreciation of music

Was a danger to royalty

The mighty empire roared

As Cash 'n' Everitt on the high seas

Looked like they'd get blown out of the water

They did of course eventually come ashore

As meek as mice or to be more accurate

As lambs to the slaughter

Oh yes I love you really

I stand to attention

Oh Fanny, I love you dearly

Something else I should mention?

You sweet thing

Let's not talk about MTV

I don't even want to start

I want to take a look at Classic Rock Radio

We're talking about the state of the art

Mr. Grover 'n' Mr Gillian

You musta made a million

The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire

Could you tell us all about it

Keep it short and use my version

Or everyone out there'll think I'm a liar

We can speak about bananas for one second

Just because I understand

You have to get them off your chest

But in the meantime while your talking

Could you do some more of these here ID's

And then this station might maintain some interest

Oh yes I love you dearly

But why do you exist?

Oh yes I love you really

Is there something that I missed?

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The fight's begun, they've been released

Killing foe for peace

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

And they've given me a wonderful potion

cuz I cannot contain my emotion!

And even tho' I'm feeling good,

something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule!

(from Supper's Ready)

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