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Started by ataraxia, October 01, 2005, 07:30:08 AM

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Quote from: Cain on January 24, 2007, 11:42:05 AM
You can't kill the metal
The metal will live on
Punk-Rock tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were smite to the ground
New-wave tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were stricken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal Ha,hahahahaha
They failed, as they were thrown to the ground
Aargh! yeah! [x2]

[Singing]

No-one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why we do not know

New-wave tried to destroy the metal, but the metal had its way
Grunge then tried to dethrone the metal, but metal was in the way
Punk-rock tried to destroy the metal, but metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal, but techno was proven wrong
Yea!

Metal!
It comes from hell!


For the love of all that is holy, you must now proceed to tell me that that's a joke you made up.

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
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walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Cain

Nope!  Its from the new Tenacious D album, and I'd say its one of the best songs on there.

hunter s.durden

Did you see them perform it on SNL?
It was awesome.
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P3nT4gR4m

Ah right - that's fine then. It's just I could imagine this being a serious euro release.

and hunter - I saw him live less than a month ago  :mrgreen:

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

hunter s.durden

The metal was on the show (played by Lee) in a big metal suit with spikes. The other styles came after it, and the metal smashed them. Sweet shit.

Silly, your wonderfully decadant lifestyle fills me with rage.
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AFK

I appreciate Tenacious D for the sole fact that they worked Ronnie James Dio into their movie. 
Cynicism is a blank check for failure.

P3nT4gR4m

Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on January 24, 2007, 08:23:25 PM
I appreciate Tenacious D for the sole fact that they worked Ronnie James Dio into their movie. 

Dude wrote a mutherfuckin song about him - look for "ode to dio" I think it's called

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

hunter s.durden

#112
It's just called Dio-


"Dio"

Dio has rocked for a long, long time,
Now it's time for him to pass the torch.
He has songs of wildebeests and angels,
He has soared on the wings of a demon.

It's time to pass the torch,
You're too old to rock, no more rockin' for you.
We're takin' you to a home,
But we will sing a song about you.

And we will make sure that you're very well taken care of.
You'll tell us secrets that you've learned. Raow!
Your sauce will mix with ours,
And we'll make a good goulash baby.
Dio, time to go!
You must give your cape and scepter to me.
And a smaller one for KG.
Go! Go! Dio! Dio!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RqZXMl0swI

Live video of the song added.
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DJRubberducky

O my Lord,

If I worship you
From fear of hell, burn me in hell.

If I worship you
From hope of paradise, bar me from its gates.

But if I worship you
For Yourself alone, grant me then the beauty of Your face.

~ Rabi'a
- DJRubberducky
Quote from: LMNODJ's post is sort of like those pills you drop into a glass of water, and they expand into a dinosaur, or something.

Black sheep are still sheep.

Sir Perineal

"I'm way deep into nothing special
Riding the crest of a wave breaking just west of Hollywood"
-Steely Dan
Sir Perineal Gräfenberg III, KSC, AOHF, AISB, FNORD, HIMEOBS

~Concordian Commissar of the Academic Order of THE HEMLOCK FELLOWSHIP~

Cain

The Who - You Better You Bet

You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.


I call you on the telephone my
voice too rough with cigarettes.
I sometimes feel I should just go home
but I'm dealing with a memory that never forgets

I love to hear you say my name
especially when you say yes
I got your body right now on my mind
but I drunk myself blind to the sound of old T-Rex,Mmmmm
To the sound of old T-Rex oh,and Who's Next

Chorus:

When I say I love you you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you,cut you like a knife

I want those feeble minded axes overthrown
I'm not into your passport picture, I just like your nose
You welcome me with open arms and open legs
I know only fools have needs, but this one never begs

I don't really mind how much you love me
Ooh, a little is alright
When you say
come over and spend the night
Tonight
Tonight

Chorus:

When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you,cut you like a knife

I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book of records
Your dog keeps licking my nose
And chewing up all those letters
Saying "you better"

You better bet your life

You better love me, all the time now
You better shove me back into line now
You better love me, all the time now
You better shove me back into line now.

I showed up late one night
with a neon light for a Visa
But knowing I'm so eager to fight
can't make letting me in any easier

I know I been wearing crazy clothes
and I look pretty crappy sometimes
But my body feels so good
and I still sing a razor line everytime.

And when it comes to all night living
I know what I'm giving
I've got it all down to a tee
And it's free.

Chorus:

When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you scream you better,Ooooo!
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you scream you better
You better you better you bet


You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, just like a knife

rygD

Song lyrics are stupid.  Poems are stupid.  Words are stupid.
:rbtg:

Quote from: rygD on March 07, 2007, 02:53:03 PM
...nuke Iraq and give it to the Jews...

Cramulus

so is posting on message boards dude




Excuse you
MC Paul Barman

I make def tunes. Take from MF Doom and Jeff Koons. No
one left for the restrooms when I got on stage. I can rock
the mic to silence by Jon Cage with the arty flavor. I shoot
the gift like a party favor. Flip the script and makes it do
cartwheels. Feel smart, steal hearts and start meals with
chocolate. I drop gems like I got holes in my pockets.

Why talk? Heck. Oh shuck. I catches wreck like a
towtruck, silly kid. I'm iller than the Iliad and show more
than Shoah while you're so corny you've got to SOHCAHTOA.
PEMDAS EFX, the number one skirmisher. I'm in the house like
furniture, pessimist. I'll push the envelope off a precipice.
I push the envelope so hard, it goes, "Excuse you."

Take two and pass. Make you spin on your ass like a
green paint sprinkler on white grass. I'm rapping, son.
"You're not my Dad." If you think you think outside the box,
you're trapped in one.
I'm advancing the art form. Depantsing
a fart storm. Some people don't like thinking. Guess it's too hard for them.

My dope duds don't touch soap suds. I keep it realer
than a rotoscope does. I keep it more Gully than Jonathon
Livingston.

Brag rhymes have no lag times: Acrostics, narratives,
Fibbonacci challenge poems, declarative palindromes,
manifestos. My five fans can attest, yo.

Coming soon? Morse Code, Origami, Kirigami, Krikigami.
issue harsher restraints. And if I had any rhythm maybe you'd finally faint.

The way I communicate can make a dang eunuch mate. I
write first person light verse in a white hearse and I'm the
ne plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holy
frijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap." To boldly rap into the outer reaches. This doubter
teaches defining God as aligning a divining rod with a hot
chick's reclining bod. 'Cause life is fickle. Hellish.
Anemic. Sickle cellish. Dude. You'll get chopped up like
pickle relish.

And when we perish, we're--what's the term, dude?
"Worm food."

Worm food. Friends' memories fade. You're remembered by what
you've made. So I intertwine my mind and my rhymes in a
braid. I bungie jump into my grungy dump and come up with a
trust fundy dust bunny spongy clump.

I got a terry cloth towel, a very goth cowl
And when I wear it, I'm a hairy moth owl


Lies

#118
Destruction leads to a very rough road but it also breeds creation- Red hot chili Peppers, Californication.

Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.

This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, i'm going too.
And I'm right here, no way to lose.
Release control, we're breaking through!

The Doors, Go insane
- So the New World Order does not actually exist?
- Oh it exists, and how!
Ask the slaves whose labour built the White House;
Ask the slaves of today tied down to sweatshops and brothels to escape hunger;
Ask most women, second class citizens, in a pervasive rape culture;
Ask the non-human creatures who inhabit the planet:
whales, bears, frogs, tuna, bees, slaughtered farm animals;
Ask the natives of the Americas and Australia on whose land
you live today, on whose graves your factories, farms and neighbourhoods stand;
ask any of them this, ask them if the New World Order is true;
they'll tell you plainly: the New World Order... is you!

P3nT4gR4m

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark