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.
In the beginning of this year I rambled with a friend in a suburb of Tallinn which police could visit bit more frequently. We dropped into a little bar there. As we sat there I noticed a Russian man who looked like Robert Plant - I mean Robert Plant NOW, not in his youth I pondered how old could he be - you never know about those guys, alcohol makes miracles - was he a hard rock man from 70s or 80s heavy metal fan (as I used to be myself as a teenager)?
After a while he stood up and started to sing karaoke. It was the most slushy song I ever heard. Me and my friend were probably the only customers for whom the situation seemed quite bizarre. But we didn't laugh - it wasn't the day we had chosen for losing some teeth
Devo, they had a few hits, try: Q. Are We Not Men? A. We Are Devo
that should whup! the crowd up, what with the question/answer bit
"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
OTOH, since 'Shrek' is the hot topic again, try 'Baby Got Back' from Sir Mix-a-Lot...
Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok?
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Me so horny
Ooh, rub all of that smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me, use me cuz you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
saying flat butt's the only thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back, so
Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
(LA face with Oakland booty)
I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna f**k
Til the break of dawn
Baby, I got it goin on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt need to go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back
On his stag night my mate Brian (for anyone on W***ville that's Julia C's hubby) was dragged into a karaoke booth and forced to perform "Rawhide" by his mates, which he doesn't actually remember... or didn't, until his version turned up, remixed by sound engineer friends, over a cheesy Ibiza beat during the post-wedding disco....
F--kwit wrote:On his stag night my mate Brian (for anyone on W***ville that's Julia C's hubby) was dragged into a karaoke booth and forced to perform "Rawhide" by his mates, which he doesn't actually remember... or didn't, until his version turned up, remixed by sound engineer friends, over a cheesy Ibiza beat during the post-wedding disco....
harsh
What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
"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
In response to SixBeforeDawn's question, I've just found out it's in the Orchid Lounge, abouve the Orchid resteraunt (near most of Manchester's clubs; Idon't know the street name, though.)
Thanks VERY VERY much for all your help and advice, I've got loadsa good song ideas now, and I'm honestly not dreading it as much as I was.
It's comforting to know that some of you 'orrible lot have tried karaoke, and made fools of yourselves!
One song I'm definately doing (no hoice of my own!) is a duet of 'Dead Ringer for Love' with a lady friend of mine.
I pondered how old could he be - you never know about those guys, alcohol makes miracles 
I'll try and call in and give you some moral support 
