Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Cramulus]

Gay Voodoo Limbo Tango Wango

sunday night in the city of sin--my django, oh baby
sunday night and i'm crawlin along--my django, oh baby
all alone since my baby left me--my one and only django
all alone till i found a little club
i ducked inside
i made to die
but i came alive
i came alive

some girl, she was on the floor
she made them devil eyes
lit the night
she was africa
she moved her body
just like africa
dropped my gender i.d. into a bin
got on the dance floor, started shakin'

say goodbye to django
wango tango
say goodbye to django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
say goodbye to django
wango-wango my baby django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
wango-wango, limbo tango with me

c'mon baby, shake off the rust
dance like a tribal chieftain
all covered with dust
shake your gay ass
let go of fear
come on baby, dance over here
ooohhh! man you're queer
ooohhh! we're in africa
juicy lucy, mother of all
we're dancin' in africa
we're havin' a ball
say goodbye, say adieu
goodby django
hello...hello...wait for it...
hello: gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
shake it
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
shake it baby, shake it
everybody be alive
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango all night

some girl, she was on the floor
she made them devil eyes
lit the night
she was africa
she moved her body
just like africa
i dropped my gender i.d. into a bin
i got on the dance floor, started shakin'

say goodbye to django
wango tango
say goodbye to django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
say goodbye to django
wango-wango my baby django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
wango-wango, limbo tango with me

gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango
shake it and bake it and don't never fake it
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango

what's that?
django's on the phone?
django who?

[LMNO]

Someone's overdosing on a meme...

[Cramulus]

I can't stop --
the meme is in charge now





All right! It's zee Wango, zee Tango
1-2-3-4
Come on boys
Time to Wango

My baby she like to rock
My baby she like to roll
My baby she can dance all night
My baby got no control
She do the Wango Tango

My baby she can scream and shout
My baby she can move it out
My baby she can take a chance
My baby got a brand new dance

Wango Tango
Wango Tango
It's a Wango Tango
Ooooh yeah! (oooooh..)
Baby!

My baby like to rock
My baby like to roll
My baby like to dance all night
She got no control
She do...

Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Ooooh yeah! (oooooh..)

Yeahhhhhhhhhh!
Baby! Baby! Baby! Ooooh I like the way you look baby
You look like you're made for me honey
If you wanna take a little chance
I'm gonna show you a new dance
Baby I gotta Wango down one time with you honey
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Well, it's a brand new dance
Yeah been sweepin' the nation
I said a brand new dance
A rock 'n' roll sensation
Yeah I like it baby, I do it every night
I got to do it 'cos I like it so much
Oh honey believe it baby
You see it's a crazed gyration of the rock generation
It's my motivation to avoid the nauseation, frustration
When I need some lubrication - Baby!
Kinda like, goes kinda like this
You take her right ankle out
You take her left ankle out
You get her belly propped down
You get her butt propped up
Yeah lookin' good now baby
I think you're in the right position now baby
Yeah but if you ain't quite ready I'll make sure everything is a little bit nicer 'cos
I'm gonna get a little talcum
I'm gonna borrow it from Malcolm
Yeah you look so good baby I'm startin to drool all over myself
I got the droolin', droolin', get all wet, salivate, salivate
I got slimy legs, slimy legs, slimy legs
Got slimy, slimy, slimy, slimy, heh heh heh
Yeah you look so good baby, I like it, I like it, I like it
You know what I been talkin' about honey
It's a nice dance, we gotta a nice dance goin' here
Now what you gotta do, I'll tell you what you gotta do
You got to pretend your face is a Maserati
It's a Maserati
It's a Maserati
It's a gettin' hotty
It's a Maserati, Maserati, Maserati
It's a fast one too man, that thing's turbocharged
You feel like a little fuel injection honey?
I'll tell ya about it, I'll tell you about it
I'll check out the hood scoop
I gotta get that hood scoop off, shine and shine and buff
I gotta buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up,
Yeah, shiny now baby, heh heh heh
You've been drivin' all night long
It's time to put the old Maserati away
So you look for a garage, you think you see a garage
Wait a minute, Hey!, there's one up ahead
And the damn thing's open
Hello! Get in there!

Is my baby alive? (Is my baby alive?)
Is my baby alive? (Is my baby alive?)
Is my baby alive?
She Wango'd to death

Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Wango
Tango Tango
Wango Wango Wango Wango
Tango Tango Tango Tango

[P3nT4gR4m]

Thick as a brick - Jethro Tull

Really dont mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I cant make you think.
Your sperms in the gutter -- your loves in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
Im a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
Shake your head and
Say its a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
Well
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
As the failing light illuminates the mercenarys creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
The old mans gone -- do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

Later.
Ive come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
Ive got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
Twenty years too late.
Your bread and waters going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
Ill judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
Youre unaware that your doings arent done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. wont you?
Join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall --
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the boy scout manual.

Later.
See there! a man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
Theres a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
Well
Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise man
How to fool the rest.

Quote
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? hipgrave. oh, mac.

Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- hows your granny and
Good old ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
In the seagulls call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadists fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
And signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? do you?
Believe in the day! the dawn creation of the kings has begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise men endorse the poets sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
Your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery rhyme winds along.

So! come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! the summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool stood in his suit of armour or
The wiser man who rushes clear.
So! come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks and
Show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament.
Wont you? join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.
So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the boy scout manual.

Of course
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick

[LMNO]

Needs more Wango and/or Tango.

[AFK]

How about some Bang Tango?

shiny angel unwraps his wings
clear glass cloud floats over my head
I float through space
it don't mean a thing
I hear the echos of my friends
I fell down from floor forty-nine
hit the ground going fifty-five
silent night breaks my fall
as my friends said - boy, you're dead
I'm back
wrap my wings around your heart
send the bad ones down
wrap my wings around your heart
bring the good to town
wrap my wings around your heart
mother mary calls my name
sends me down pure and clean
I see you all standing around
as my soul touches down
your heart's laced with silver and gold
you're innocent so I'm told
I reach out take away your frown
and now the evil running scared
I'm back
wrap my wings around your heart
send the bad ones down
wrap my wings around your heart
bring the good to town
wrap my wings around your heart
I'll wrap them around your heart

[LMNO]

combine that with some Wang Chung, and you might just have something there

[Suu]

A river a mountain to be crossed
The sunshine in mountains sometimes lost
Around the south side so cold that we cried
Were we ever colder on that day a million
Miles away
It seemed from all eternity

Move forward was my friends only cry
In deeper to somewhere we could lie
And rest forthe the day with cold in the way
Were we ever colder on that day a million
Miles away
It seemed from all eternity

The moments seemed lost in all the noise
A snow storm a stimulating voice
Of warmth of the sky of warmth when you die
Were we ever warmer on that day a million
Miles away
We seemed from all eternity

The sunshine in mountains sometimes lost
The river can disregard the cost
And melt in the sky warmth when you die
Were we ever warmer on that day a million miles away
We seemed from all of eternity


Yes - South Side of the Sky

[LMNO]

Oh, crap... You just ressurected my favorite song from 7th Grade.

[Suu]

I got to see them perform it live for the first time at Jones Beach in 2002. 

[LMNO]

Ah.

Personally, I got over it once I started listening to Fear.

[Suu]

It's okay, I don't remember it much. I was so fucking high at the time everything was cosmic.

[LMNO]

Sounds like when I went to see King Crimson at the Tweeter Center.

[Suu]

Oh fuck, how was that?

I flew out west to see KC and Tool play in Phoenix with my dad years ago, that was wild.

Tool is playing the Tweeter Center in July, I'm trying to get tickets but they're fucking expensive as hell.

[AFK]

$55 a pop for the show in Portland.  I saw them once during the Lateralus tour with Fantomas opening up.  I'd have rather seen an extra hour of Fantomas and an hour less of Tool.  The music was tight, but seriously, one of the most boring performances I've ever been too.  Maynard stood at the back of the stage the whole concert.  It was like he was posessed by Eddie Vedder or something.