Heartland

Aren't they fab?

Take your favourite one-liner (or more) and wind it around your head and you feel mighty fine.

Currently:

"It's just a shimmy and a shake,
Uh huh
I can't fake, we're on top
We're on top"

Coupled with the ending:

"It's like a cigarette in the mouth
Or a handshake in the doorway
I look at you and smile because I'm fine ..."

Top stuff to brush your teeth to. Especially in the morning.

A new start for a new day.

And you ..?

i dont brush my teeth

eastmidswhizzkid wrote:i dont brush my teeth

Remind me never to kiss you Lee should we ever meet.

Jeez, those KK.

Johnny M wrote:

eastmidswhizzkid wrote:i dont brush my teeth

Remind me never to kiss you Lee should we ever meet.

Jeez, those KK.

straight on to the baby-oil then?

I was a good kid
Through hail and snow
I'd go just to moon you

I fancy I'll open a stationers
Stock quaint notepads for weekend pagans
While you were out at the Rollright Stones
I came and set fire to your shed

I got temptation on my side...
The Devil got me a fat new ride...

Life is white and I am black,
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back

I try to never miss an opportunity to quote the Queen of Rhyme, Des'ree

"I don't wanna see a ghost
It's the sight that I fear most
I'd rather have a piece of toast
Watch the evening news"

Motz has stuck "Novocaine for the Soul" into my brain now...

coz i'm a creep...

...too much apple pie...

....you'd better hope and prey....

like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day...

when you're strange
faces come out of the rain...

I get my kicks on channel six
to the off-peak electricity
and the light blinds my eyes
and I feel dirty
and the light blinds my eyes
and I feel so shaken in my faith
here comes christ on crutches
and here comes another god
here comes another god
like a buffalo thunder

with a smell of sugar
and a velvet tongue
and designer voodoo
and I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s
freeze-dried with a new religion
and my teeth stuffed back in my head

Whatever!

(Liam Lynch)

IZ.

If this is really living
Why am I so unforgiving
Half the world is down the toilet
Half on it's way.

Well if I had a dollar for
Everytime he hollers:
'Trust us with your hearts and minds'
Or I'll make you pay

TRUST ME

Ask me why your feeling screwed
And I'll give you an answer
There's a Colin, Dick and Bush
Justa hammerin' away

Ask me why you feel decived
And stripped of all your liberties
It doesn't take a genius
To explain that today

TRUST ME


Ministry - No W

Oh, and courtesy of System of a Down 's "Cigaro":

My c*ck is much bigger than yours
My c*ck can walk right through the door



IZ.

I wish today was a very special day
but once again sex got in the way
war is over and I feel lonely again
well it takes a few and then you've had it
it's a sad, sad planet a sad planet

Evil superstars

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock, it was a.....rock lobster


damn fine lyrics from the B52's

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Additionally, I think I'm going to have to nominate every lyric ever written by half man half biscuit, because they're bloody hilarious. Specifically:

Did you play in the Garden of Eden?
Were the goalkeeper's gloves to you tossed?
Because it seems to me you're the reason,
You're the reason why paradise lost.

Blummin' marvellous

Well if Francis is gonna drop acid and sit in a field at midnight, I may as well join him on the psychedlic trip ...

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Can I join you too?

Remember when you were young
you shine like the sun
shine on you crazy diamond
now there's a look in your eyes
like black holes in the sky
shine on you crazy diamond
you were caught on the cross fire of childhood an stardom
blown on the steel breeze
come on you target for faraway laughter
come on you stranger
you legend
you martyr
and shine !

You reached for the secret to soon
you cried for the moon
shine on you crazy diamond
threatened by shadow and might
and exposed in the light
shine on you crazy diamond
well you wore out your welcome with random precision
rode on the steel breeze
come on you raver
you seer of vision
come on you painter
you piper
you prisoner
and shine !

MY HEARTLAND - Unofficial Pink Floyd discussion forum for ageing hippies and young upstarts.

I've got a bike.
You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings,
and things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things.

I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front, it's red and black,
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things

I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.

Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Johnny M wrote:MY HEARTLAND - Unofficial Pink Floyd discussion forum for ageing hippies and young upstarts.

Be careful, you'll have the Floyd hating members on us soon

We'd best talk about U2, NIN and all of those other bands that we agree so easily upon

Francis wrote:Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

One of the finest lines written IMO

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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real?
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old