Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
canon docre wrote:So far I didnt figure it out yet what this thread is about but I'll give it a try anyway:
Rain Rain - pouring down all day
oh Rain Rain- since you went away.
That sounds suspiciously like something I used to listen to when I were little, I had a Chad Valley record player and a pile of 45's from gawd knows where, but someone saw fit to give them to a six-year old
Isn't it the Merseybeats or summat? Can't remember
canon docre wrote:So far I didnt figure it out yet what this thread is about but I'll give it a try anyway:
Rain Rain - pouring down all day
oh Rain Rain- since you went away.
That sounds suspiciously like something I used to listen to when I were little, I had a Chad Valley record player and a pile of 45's from gawd knows where, but someone saw fit to give them to a six-year old
Isn't it the Merseybeats or summat? Can't remember
Simon Butterfly. Very cheesy. From the 70s.
Put their heads on f*cking pikes in front of the venue for all I care.
canon docre wrote:So far I didnt figure it out yet what this thread is about but I'll give it a try anyway:
Rain Rain - pouring down all day
oh Rain Rain- since you went away.
That sounds suspiciously like something I used to listen to when I were little, I had a Chad Valley record player and a pile of 45's from gawd knows where, but someone saw fit to give them to a six-year old
Isn't it the Merseybeats or summat? Can't remember
Simon Butterfly. Very cheesy. From the 70s.
Nah. Can't be the one I'm thinking of. Think it had the line:
"since she went away" after it mentioned something about "raining down on me"
well you keep coming up to me
you keep saying that it's up to me
you ain't nothing but a true embrace
you ain't nothing but a hidden face
and you're looking fair enough to me
you just see what you want to see
i want to know if you really care
i want to take you way down there
and stand in the rain and get you wet
you say you love me but not quite yet
i want to go out there to an open space
those tears to cry and show your face
oh I'm so soaked to the skin
yeah I'm so soaked to the skin
you want to talk about the weather
well you keep coming up to me
you keep saying that it's up to me
you ain't nothing but a true embrace
you ain't nothing but a hidden face
and you're looking fair enough to me
you just see what you want to see
i want to know if you really care
i want to take you way down there
and stand in the rain and get you wet
you say you love me but not quite yet
i want to go out there to an open space
those tears to cry and show your face
oh I'm so soaked to the skin
yeah I'm so soaked to the skin
you want to talk about the weather
Motz wrote:well you keep coming up to me
you keep saying that it's up to me
you ain't nothing but a true embrace
you ain't nothing but a hidden face
and you're looking fair enough to me
you just see what you want to see
i want to know if you really care
i want to take you way down there
and stand in the rain and get you wet
you say you love me but not quite yet
i want to go out there to an open space
those tears to cry and show your face
oh I'm so soaked to the skin
yeah I'm so soaked to the skin
you want to talk about the weather
How innappropriately morose. Life is great
You can't beat a wee bit of the "Lorries"
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion-
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient-
Upon us all a little rain
Must fall.
Just a little rain?
Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!
