Still...
― thagregman, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 05:50 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 05:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― Star Cauliflower (Star Cauliflower), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 05:59 (twenty-one years ago)
Let the truth of Love be lightedLet the love of Truth shine clearSensibilityArmed with sense and libertyWith the Heart and Mind unitedIn a single perfect sphere
― One-Eye cussed a blue streak, a cerulean banner trailing from his lips, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― Shmool McShmool (shmuel), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― Star Cauliflower (Star Cauliflower), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― fact checking cuz (fcc), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dr. Annabel Lies (Michael Kelly), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Forksclovetofu (Forksclovetofu), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:27 (twenty-one years ago)
i'd be more likely to be confused with stone temple pilots, methinks.
― fact checking cuz (fcc), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 06:53 (twenty-one years ago)
does music then stand as it is but still reflect your personal experience as a "time piece"?
― thagregman, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 09:10 (twenty-one years ago)
― thagregman, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 09:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― thagregman, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 09:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Buffalo Stan (Buffalo Stan), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 10:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Joseph McCombs (Joseph McCombs), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 14:42 (twenty-one years ago)
OOOOOO---RREEEEEEEE---OOOOOOOOOOO! WHERE'S THE MILK, MOM?
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 15:22 (twenty-one years ago)
Chorus: You got news for me, I got nothing for you Don't pin your blues on me Just go ahead and do whatever you wish to
Last Monday night I saw a fight Between Wednesday and Thursday over Saturday night Tuesday asked me what was going on I said, "Sunday's in the meadow and Friday's in the corn."
Repeat Chorus:
Hocus-pocus, Maladjusted Don't you think my tears get rusted Steady losing means you ain't using What you really think is right
Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man.
― Huk-L, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 15:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― peter smith (plsmith), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 15:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― Rick Massimo (Rick Massimo), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 15:32 (twenty-one years ago)
Er?
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 15:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Travis Bickle, Tuesday, 18 January 2005 15:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian Moraine (Eastern Mantra), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 19:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alba (Alba), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― Maria D. (Maria D.), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:04 (twenty-one years ago)
Mott (nee Hupple) de Terre
― mottdeterre (mottdeterre), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― Leon the Fatboy (Ex Leon), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― grimly fiendish (grimlord), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― grimly fiendish (grimlord), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― KeithW (kmw), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:47 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chuck E., Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 20:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alba (Alba), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 21:00 (twenty-one years ago)
Slick Nick you devil you (Devil you, devil you) Slick Nick you devil you (Devil you, devil you)
Dressed in red and overweight boot Stole the TV and the stereo And the toys The toys were broken too
You devil you Slick Nick you devil you
I saw Slick Nick fall over the Christmas tree He was a whole different man from What mom and dad told me Spillin' Jack Daniels all over the drapes Spray-painting a bad finger over the fireplace Tatoos on his arms and knees I never thought Santa Claus would be such a sleaze, but...
Slick Nick you devil you...
Cussin' and coppin' and playin' punk-rock And every once in a while you'd just scratch your jock Hey! Slick Nick, where are my toys? You went drinking with the boys You put Mad Dog in my sock I wanted candy I wanted candy I WANTED CANDY! Oh, Oh! I thought you were my buddy and chum But you're just a downtown bum Instead of putting presents in front of my eyes You just told me a bunch of lies...
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 21:05 (twenty-one years ago)
― Trip Maker (Sean Witzman), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 21:10 (twenty-one years ago)
― mottdeterre (mottdeterre), Tuesday, 18 January 2005 21:53 (twenty-one years ago)