It's ALL true.
I don't watch CNN for the same reason that I don't eat out of the toilet...
If you wish to continue this discussion, PM me.
Love ya, brutha!
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I don't watch CNN for the same reason that I don't eat out of the toilet...
If you wish to continue this discussion, PM me.
Love ya, brutha!
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You, can't you see he's fooled you all
Yes, he's here again
Can't you see he's fooled you all?
Share his peace, sign the lease
He's a supersonic scientist
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep you snug and warm
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground
Waiting for battle
The fight's begun, they've been released
Killing foe for peace, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
And they've given me a wonderful potion
'Cause I cannot contain my emotion
And even though I'm feeling good
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care of this lad
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower
A flower?
If you go down to Willow Farm
To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise
Everyone lies like the fox on the rocks
And the musical box
Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad
And everyone's happy to be here
There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag
He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag
The frog was a prince
The prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird
(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard? (they're going to change you into a human being!)
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese
And wonderfully clean in the morning
We've got everything, we're growing everything
We've got some in, we've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone
You name them all, we've had them here
And the real stars are still to appear
(All change!)
Feel your body melt
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office
You're all full of ball
Dad to dam to dumb to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing
You're all full of ball
Let me hear your lies, we're living this up to the eyes
Ooh, aah, na-na-na
Momma I want you now
And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause
You've been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
And all of us fit in our places
With the guards of Magog, swarming around
The Pied Piper takes his children underground
Dragons coming out of the sea
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's getting out the marrow in your backbone
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll
Gonna blow right down inside your soul
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here, far from your loving arms
Now I'm back again
And babe, it's gonna work out fine
Can't you feel our souls ignite?
Shedding ever-changing colours
In the darkness of the fading night
Like the river joins the ocean
As the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home
There's an angel standing in the sun
And he's crying with a loud voice
"This is the supper of the mighty one"
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Has returned to lead his children home
To take them to the new Jerusalem
Songwriters: MIKE RUTHERFORD,PETER GABRIEL,PHIL COLLINS,STEVE HACKETT,TONY BANKS
Only love can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers layin' in the fields
Love, reign o'er me
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me, rain on me
Only love can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me, rain on me
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me, rain on me
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can't sleep, and I lay, and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain
Love, reign o'er me
Reign o'er me, o'er me, o'er me
Love, reign o'er me, o'er me
Love
Perhaps Hypno needs to do some housekeeping. (stand by for that)
Alex Jones is 90% correct. Insane, maybe. so am I.
Uhhh, how do I clear out the inbox?
Dangit, I knew this would happen....
Nope, there ain't no delete button.
So... Huh?
Dangit, I knew this would happen....
Nope, there ain't no delete button.
So... Huh?
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It's probably not a good idea for you and I to start talking about Alex Jones anyway. We'll just keep enjoying each others music (for the most part)
Chop a line now. . .
Kocaine decisions . . .
You are a person with a snow-job
You got a fancy gotta go job
Where the ....... decision that you make today
Will mean that millions somewhere else
Will do it your way
Kocaine decisions . . .
You are a person who is high class
You are a person not in my class
And the ....... decision that you make today
Will mean nothing later on
When you get nose decay
I don't wanna know
'Bout the things that you pull
Outta your nose
Or where they goes
But if you are wasted
From the stuff you're stickin' in it
I get madder every day
'Cause what you do 'n' what you say
Affects my life in such a way
I learn to hate it every minute!
....... decisions . . .
You are a doctor or a lawyer
You got an office with a foyer
And the ....... decisions that you make today
Will not be discovered till it's over 'n' done
By the customers you hold at bay
....... decisions . . .
You are a movie business guy
You got accountants who supply
The necessary figures
To determine when you fly
To Acapulco
Where all your friends go
Kocaine decisions . . .
We must watch the stuff you make
You have let us eat the cake
While your accountants tell you Yes Yes Yes
You make EXPENSIVE UGLINESS
(How do you do it? - let me guess . . .)
Kocaine decisions . . .
....... decisions . . .
....... decisions . . .
Do you see how they delete the word (kokaine) from the lyrics?
THAT'S the kinda stuff that pizzez me off.
I'll replace the "C" with a "K" in random sentences.
We are in an infowar.
It's even worse with a poosie brit-owned site...
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The Studio version:
Did a vehicle
Come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Was it round
And did it have
A motor
Or was it
Something
Different
[George:] So white, Don, I have never seen nothing like that in my entire life!
[Napoleon:] Whose python boot is that? Hey, rush it! What?
[FZ:] Why don't you sharpen it then?
[George:] It was round . . . bold . . . I could . . . couldn't . . . What's that white thing doin' up there?
[Napoleon:] You whose? Hush! Wait a minute!
[FZ:] Mother Mary and Jozuf!
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle
Fly along the mountains
And find a place to park itself
Park it
Se-e-e-elf
(PARK IT . . . PARK IT)
Or did someone
Build a place
To leave a space
For such a thing to land
Did a vehicle
Come from somewhere out there
Did a vehicle come
From somewhere out there
Did the Indians, first on the bill
Carve up the hill
Did a booger-bear
Come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Was she round
And did she have a motor
Or was she something different
Guacamole Queen
Guacamole Queen
Guacamole Queen
At the Armadillo in Austin Texas, her aura,
Or did someone build a place
Or leave a space for Chester's Thing to land
(Chester's Thing . . . on Ruth)
Did a booger-bear
Come from somewhere out there
Did a booger-bear
Come from somewhere out there
Did the Indians, first on the bill
Carve up her hill
On Ruth
On Ruth
That's Ruth
Did a vehicle
Come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Was it round
And did it have
A motor
Or was it
Something
Different
[George:] So white, Don, I have never seen nothing like that in my entire life!
[Napoleon:] Whose python boot is that? Hey, rush it! What?
[FZ:] Why don't you sharpen it then?
[George:] It was round . . . bold . . . I could . . . couldn't . . . What's that white thing doin' up there?
[Napoleon:] You whose? Hush! Wait a minute!
[FZ:] Mother Mary and Jozuf!
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle
Fly along the mountains
And find a place to park itself
Park it
Se-e-e-elf
(PARK IT . . . PARK IT)
Or did someone
Build a place
To leave a space
For such a thing to land
Did a vehicle
Come from somewhere out there
Did a vehicle come
From somewhere out there
Did the Indians, first on the bill
Carve up the hill
Did a booger-bear
Come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Was she round
And did she have a motor
Or was she something different
Guacamole Queen
Guacamole Queen
Guacamole Queen
At the Armadillo in Austin Texas, her aura,
Or did someone build a place
Or leave a space for Chester's Thing to land
(Chester's Thing . . . on Ruth)
Did a booger-bear
Come from somewhere out there
Did a booger-bear
Come from somewhere out there
Did the Indians, first on the bill
Carve up her hill
On Ruth
On Ruth
That's Ruth
RIP John Wetton
Stop
Been wrong so many times before
Was always laying down the law
And all attractions ware a bore
They led me back to you
Uniforms were an allergy
They never felt quite right to me
They conjured wartime Germany
And God knows we need that
Temptation boundaries does vener know
The time when my morale was low
The circumstances always show
The place was yours or mine
Carrying no cross before me
With no prize no to idolize no story
To hell of adolescent glory
Just void... empty spaces nothing to show
No point of reference to place to go
But one thing I'd ignored and so
The light came shining through
I've been wrong so many times before
Was always laying down the law
One thing you cannot ignore
Bad boys can come clean
Emotions I could not control
Illuminate my heart and soul
I saw a light, I scored a goal
And what price peace of mind
Songwriters: Edwin Jobson / John Kenneth Wetton
Stop
Been wrong so many times before
Was always laying down the law
And all attractions ware a bore
They led me back to you
Uniforms were an allergy
They never felt quite right to me
They conjured wartime Germany
And God knows we need that
Temptation boundaries does vener know
The time when my morale was low
The circumstances always show
The place was yours or mine
Carrying no cross before me
With no prize no to idolize no story
To hell of adolescent glory
Just void... empty spaces nothing to show
No point of reference to place to go
But one thing I'd ignored and so
The light came shining through
I've been wrong so many times before
Was always laying down the law
One thing you cannot ignore
Bad boys can come clean
Emotions I could not control
Illuminate my heart and soul
I saw a light, I scored a goal
And what price peace of mind
Songwriters: Edwin Jobson / John Kenneth Wetton
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Across the long, black road
To the darkened skies
In it's rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird
Dreams of the aspen trees
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird's eyes
Do always glow
She must fly
She must fly
She must fly
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
Songwriters: DAVID LAFLAMME,LINDA LAFLAMME
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