**YK2** Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Originally posted by stikkypixie: Damnit i knew i should've have deinstalled my latin dictionnary. bonus stikkypixie....consilium capio... erro are avi, atum..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 bibit mater bibit pater... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SturmSebber Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 O fortuna Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes. Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on. Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on. Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.) REM Automatic for the People (1992) Everybody Hurts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Yes, Alex. I'll take whiney songs for $100. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SturmSebber Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Folks I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, About you, About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our chests, About that special feelting we get in the cockles of our hearts Or maybe below the cockles, Maybe in the sub cockle area, Maybe in the liver, Maybe in the kidneys, Maybe even in the colon, We don't know I'm just a regular joe, With a regular job. I'm your average white, Suburbanite slob. I like football, and porno, and books about war. I've got an average house, With a nice hardwood floor. My wife, and my job, my kids, and my car, My feet on the table, With a Cuban cigar. But sometimes that just ain't enough, To keep a man like me interested, Oh no, no way, uh uhh. No I gotta go out and have fun, At someone elses expense, Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, I drive really slow, In the ultra fast lane, while people, behind me, are going insane. I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, such an asshole) I use public toilets, And I piss on the seats, I walk around in the summer time, Sayin' "How about this heat?" I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (he's the worlds biggest asshole) Sometimes I park in handicaped spaces, While handicaped People, make handicaped faces, I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (he's a big ****ing asshole) Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song, Ranting and raving and carring on, Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong. NAAAHHHHH I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (he's the worlds biggest asshole) You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadaliac Eldarado Convertable, Hot Pink! With whale skin hub caps, An all leather cow interior, And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights. YEAH! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby, At 115 miles per hour, Getting one mile per gallon, Sucking down quarter pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds in the old-fasioned non-biodegradable styrafoam containers. And when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth in the American flag, And then I'm gonna toss the styrafoam containers right out the side, And there ain't a God damn thing anybody can do about it, You know why? 'Cause we got the bombs, that's why. Two words, Nuclear ****ing Weapons OK. Russia, Germany, Romania, They can have all the democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake, Walk right through the middle of Tienemen Square, And it won't make a lick of difference, Because we got the bombs OK! John Wayne's not dead, He's frozen. And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the duke. And he's gonna be pretty pissed off, You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiply that by 15 million times, That's how pissed off the duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the duke, And John Desimeties, And Lee Marvinhaugh And Sam Beckinforth, And a case of whiskey, And drive down to Texas, And, (hey, Hey, You know you really are an asshole) Why don't you shut up and sing the song pal, You know the whole time I thought I was that asshole, And it turns out it was him, What an Asshole I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (he's the worlds biggest asshole) A, SS, HO, LE Everybody, A, SS, HO, LE I'm an asshole, and I'm Proud of it! Dennis Leary / Sturmy in the shower Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours....... The gap that grows between our lives The gap our parents never had Stop those thoughts control your mind Replace the things that you despise Oh you're old I hear you say It doesn't mean that I don't care I don't believe in it anymore Pathetic acts for a worthless cause In the beginning when we were winning When our smiles were genuine In the beginning when we were winning When our smiles were genuine But now unforgiven the everlasting Everlasting The world is full of refugees They're just like you and just like me But as people we have a choice To end the void with all its force So don't forget or don't pretend It's all the same now in the end It was set in a different life Destroys my days and haunts my nights? In the beginning when we were winning When our smiles were genuine In the beginning when we were winning When our smiles were genuine But now unforgiving the everlasting Everlasting Now unforgiving, the everlasting Everlasting Manic Street Preachers... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SturmSebber Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Va', pensiero, sull'ali dorate. Va', ti posa sui clivi, sui colli, ove olezzano tepide e molli l'aure dolci del suolo natal! Del Giordano le rive saluta, di Sionne le torri atterrate. O mia Patria, sì bella e perduta! O remembranza sì cara e fatal! Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati, perché muta dal salice pendi? Le memorie del petto riaccendi, ci favella del tempo che fu! O simile di Solima ai fati, traggi un suono di crudo lamento; o t'ispiri il Signore un concento che ne infonda al patire virtù Translation: Fly, thoughts, on wings of gold; go settle upon the slopes and the hills, where, soft and mild, the sweet air of our native land smells fragrant! Greet the banks of the Jordan and Zion's toppled towers. Oh, my country so lovely and lost! Oh, memory so dear and despairing! Golden harp of the prophetic seers, why do you hang mute upon the willow? Rekindle our heart's memories and speak of times gone by! Mindful of the fate of Jerusalem, either sound a song of sad lamentation, or else let the Lord give us the strength to bear our sufferings! Slave chorus from Nabucco by Verdi a goddamned beautiful piece of opera Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Clap clap clap clap. Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Clap clap clap clap. The chicken dance. Hope that rattles around in your head all day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Speedy Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 There's nothing more lonesome, morbid or drear, Than to stand at the bar in a pub with no beer. Slim Dusty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Originally posted by R Leete: And, the award for the most clueless post by an experienced senior ka-niggit goes to JOE SHAW! Yes, it's been a tough contest, neck and neck all the way. But our very own Shaw finally pulled it out with that last post. Congratulations to Joe on a well fought victory. Hey Just a Carrot, check out Dame Kitty's sig file. Dolt. Title of Address: Knight Bachelors are addressed as Sir; Sir John Doe, Knight Chivalrous Order Knights are known as Sir John Doe, followed by the initials of their order; for example, Sir John Doe, KG (Knight of the Garter). Members of orders who are not knights are known by their name and the initials of their order as in John Doe, CMG (Commander of St. Michael and St. George). Females who are granted knighthoods follow the same rules except that they are referred to as Dames rather than knights.Dolt! Perhaps young 42 Below Zero could profit by reference to this page. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Originally posted by R Leete: Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Clap clap clap clap. Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Nunna nunna nunna nunt, Clap clap clap clap. The chicken dance. Hope that rattles around in your head all day. The jokes on you pal! I don't know that song! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (wait a minute isn't that last word more fitting for that other thread :confused: ). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Originally posted by YK2: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by stikkypixie: Damnit i knew i should've have deinstalled my latin dictionnary. bonus stikkypixie....consilium capio... erro are avi, atum..... </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Quid iuvenus? canto-are carmen! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Yub yub! Cheeba a-yuuuuub yub! Yub yub! Yub yub! Yub yub! Yub yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub yub! -Ewok song Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 If you feel the need to sing, child, do it via private e-mail. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 "Way out west, they have a name For wind and rain and fire. The wind is "Wind", the rain is "Rain" And they call the fire, "Fire". They're not very creative out west. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BFCElvis Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 Dear Speedy, I just went to Babblefish and the translations for "Wankers" is "Wankers". Love, Elvis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Originally posted by R Leete: If you feel the need to sing, child, do it via private e-mail. Hee hee hee! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Edited to remove the evidence. Not to protect the innocent, as none of you lot were ever innocent. [ March 06, 2004, 07:07 PM: Message edited by: R Leete ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest konrad Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Originally posted by R Leete: Edited to remove the evidence. Not to protect the innocent, as none of you lot were ever innocent. I was .Until I came here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim Boggs Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Originally posted by lenakonrad: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by R Leete: Edited to remove the evidence. Not to protect the innocent, as none of you lot were ever innocent. I was .Until I came here. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rleete Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Originally posted by Jim Boggs: Me too!lenakonrad I can believe. Besides, it's bad luck to argue with a crazy person. But from everything I've heard, You should have been locked up since conception. Innocent, you ain't. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest konrad Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Originally posted by R Leete: .. it's bad luck to argue with a crazy person. All right, all right .No need to shout. Besides ,I got frightened. It's a long way and I didn't have enough candles. "WELL DONE, MY SERVANT, FOR CALLING ME TO MY SENSES. said Death. LET us LOSE NO TIME." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim Boggs Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 Originally posted by R Leete: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Jim Boggs: Me too!lenakonrad I can believe. Besides, it's bad luck to argue with a crazy person. But from everything I've heard, You should have been locked up since conception. Innocent, you ain't. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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