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  • Bill Withers "Use Me"



    My friends feel it’s their appointed duty
    They keep trying to tell me
    All you want to do is use me
    But my answer, yeah to all that use me stuff
    I want to spread the news
    That if it feels this good getting used
    You just keep on using me
    Until you use me up
    Until you use me up

    My brother sit me right down and he talked to me
    He told me that I ought not to let you just walk on me
    And I’m sure he meant well
    Yeah, but when our talk was through
    I said, brother, if you only knew
    You’d wish that you were in my shoes
    You just keep on using me
    Until you use me up
    Until you use me up

    Sometimes, it’s true
    You really do abuse me
    You get me in a crowd of high-class people
    And then you act real rude to me
    But, oh baby, baby, baby, baby,
    When you love me, I can’t get enough
    I want to spread the news
    That if it feels this good getting used
    Girl, you just keep on using me
    Until you use me up
    Until you use me up
    Talkin’ ‘bout you usin’ people
    It all depends on what you do
    It ain’t too bad the way you’re usin’ me
    Cause I sure am usin’ you to do the things you do…
    …to do the things you do…
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    • Excuse me while I kiss this guy

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      • Partial Haze?
        Originally posted by 3irty1
        This is museum quality stupidity.

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        • Nirvana Unplugged

          Jesus Doesnt Want Me for a Sunbeam

          Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams arn't made quite like me.
          Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your love of me.

          Don't expect me to cry.
          Don't expect me to lie.
          Don't expect me to die for thee.

          Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me.
          Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your love of me.

          Don't expect me to cry.
          Don't expect me to lie.
          Don't expect me to die for thee.

          Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me.
          Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your love of me.

          Don't expect me to cry.
          Don't expect me to lie.
          Don't expect me to die.
          Don't expect me to cry.
          Don't expect me to lie.
          Don't expect me to die for thee.
          Originally posted by 3irty1
          This is museum quality stupidity.

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          • The Scientist, Coldplay

            Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
            You don't know how lovely you are

            I had to find you
            Tell you I need you
            Tell you I set you apart

            Tell me your secrets
            And ask me your questions
            oh, let's go back to the start

            Running in circles
            Calling tails
            Heads on a science apart

            Nobody said it was easy
            It's such a shame for us to part
            Nobody said it was easy
            No one ever said it would be this hard

            oh, take me back to the start

            I was just guessing
            At numbers and figures
            Pulling the puzzles apart

            Questions of science
            Science and progress
            Do not speak as loud as my heart

            Tell me you love me
            Come back and haunt me
            Oh, and I rush to the start

            Running in circles
            Chasing our tails
            Coming back as we are

            Nobody said it was easy
            it's such a shame for us to part
            Nobody said it was easy
            No one ever said it would be so hard

            I'm going back to the start...

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            • Hello, darkness, my old friend
              I've come to talk with you again
              Because a vision softly creeping
              Left its seeds while I was sleeping
              And the vision
              That was planted in my brain
              Still remains
              Within the sound of silence

              In restless dreams I walked alone
              Narrow streets of cobblestone
              Beneath the halo of a street lamp
              I turned my collar to the cold and damp
              When my eyes were stabbed
              By the flash of a neon light
              That split the night
              And touched the sound of silence

              And in the naked light I saw
              Ten thousand people, maybe more
              People talking without speaking
              People hearing without listening
              People writing songs that voices never share...
              And no one dare
              Disturb the sound of silence.

              "Fools," said I, "you do not know
              Silence like a cancer grows."
              "Hear my words that I might teach you,
              Take my arms that I might reach you."
              But my words like silent raindrops fell,
              And echoed in the wells of silence.

              And the people bowed and prayed
              To the neon god they made.
              And the sign flashed out its warning
              In the words that it was forming.
              And the signs said: "The words of the prophets
              Are written on the subway walls
              And tenement halls,
              And whisper'd in the sound of silence."
              Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
              A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
              The mind is its own place, and in it self
              Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

              "Paradise Lost"-John Milton

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              • Originally posted by jack's smirking revenge
                Hello, darkness, my old friend
                I've come to talk with you again
                Because a vision softly creeping
                Left its seeds while I was sleeping
                And the vision
                That was planted in my brain
                Still remains
                Within the sound of silence

                In restless dreams I walked alone
                Narrow streets of cobblestone
                Beneath the halo of a street lamp
                I turned my collar to the cold and damp
                When my eyes were stabbed
                By the flash of a neon light
                That split the night
                And touched the sound of silence

                And in the naked light I saw
                Ten thousand people, maybe more
                People talking without speaking
                People hearing without listening
                People writing songs that voices never share...
                And no one dare
                Disturb the sound of silence.

                "Fools," said I, "you do not know
                Silence like a cancer grows."
                "Hear my words that I might teach you,
                Take my arms that I might reach you."
                But my words like silent raindrops fell,
                And echoed in the wells of silence.

                And the people bowed and prayed
                To the neon god they made.
                And the sign flashed out its warning
                In the words that it was forming.
                And the signs said: "The words of the prophets
                Are written on the subway walls
                And tenement halls,
                And whisper'd in the sound of silence."
                Tyler, where've you been?? :P
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                • Jesus The Missing Years
                  John Prine


                  (spoken)
                  Jesus.... the missing years

                  It was raining. It was cold
                  West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
                  So he packed his bags and he headed out
                  To find out what the world's about
                  He went to France. He went to Spain
                  He found love. He found pain.
                  He found stores so he started to shop
                  But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
                  Kids in trouble with the cops
                  From Israel didn't have no home
                  So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
                  It was there he met his Irish bride
                  And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
                  Italy that is
                  Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers,
                  Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks.

                  Chorus:
                  Charley bought some popcorn
                  Billy bought a car
                  Someone almost bought the farm
                  But they didn't go that far
                  Things shut down at midnight
                  At least around here they do
                  Cause we all reside down the block
                  Inside at ....23 Skidoo.

                  Wine was flowing so were beers
                  So Jesus found his missing years
                  So He went to a dance and said "This don't move me"
                  He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie
                  On his thirteenth birthday he saw "Rebel without a Cause"
                  He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus
                  Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind
                  He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind
                  You see him and the wife wasn't getting along
                  So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song
                  Called "The Dove of Love Fell Off the Perch"
                  But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church
                  At least not back then anyhow
                  Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit
                  So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and
                  A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it.
                  He discovered the Beatles
                  And he recorded with the Stones
                  Once He even opened up a three-way package
                  In Southern California for old George Jones

                  Repeat Chorus:

                  The years went by like sweet little days
                  With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais
                  When he woke up he was seventeen
                  The world was angry. The world was mean.
                  Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop
                  All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop
                  Baby poop that is ..the worst kind
                  So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb
                  And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad and home
                  But when he got there the cupboard was bare
                  Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
                  He said "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"
                  Jesus said "God"
                  Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
                  I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
                  They're gonna kill me Mama. They don't like me Bud.
                  So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick
                  All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick
                  So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
                  And I'll tell you all the story of
                  Jesus...The Missing Years

                  Repeat Chorus:

                  We all reside down the block
                  Inside at ....23 Skidoo.
                  I can't run no more
                  With that lawless crowd
                  While the killers in high places
                  Say their prayers out loud
                  But they've summoned, they've summoned up
                  A thundercloud
                  They're going to hear from me - Leonard Cohen

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                  • Blue Oyster Cult--"Godzilla"

                    With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
                    He pulls the spitting high tension wires down.
                    Helpless people on subway trains
                    Scream "My God" as he looks in on them.
                    He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
                    As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town.

                    Oh no, they say he's got to go—
                    Go, go, Godzilla . . .
                    Oh no, there goes Tokyo—
                    Go, go, Godzilla . . .

                    Rinji news o moshiagemasu!
                    Godzilla ga Ginza hoomen e mukatte imasu!
                    Daishkyu hinan shite kudasai!


                    Oh no, they say he's got to go—
                    Go, go, Godzilla . . .
                    Oh no, there goes Tokyo—
                    Go, go, Godzilla . . .

                    History shows again and again
                    How nature points out the folly of men . . .
                    Godzilla!

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                    • Originally posted by Iron Mike
                      Blue Oyster Cult--"Godzilla"

                      With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
                      He pulls the spitting high tension wires down.
                      Helpless people on subway trains
                      Scream "My God" as he looks in on them.
                      He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
                      As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town.

                      Oh no, they say he's got to go—
                      Go, go, Godzilla . . .
                      Oh no, there goes Tokyo—
                      Go, go, Godzilla . . .

                      Rinji news o moshiagemasu!
                      Godzilla ga Ginza hoomen e mukatte imasu!
                      Daishkyu hinan shite kudasai!


                      Oh no, they say he's got to go—
                      Go, go, Godzilla . . .
                      Oh no, there goes Tokyo—
                      Go, go, Godzilla . . .

                      History shows again and again
                      How nature points out the folly of men . . .
                      Godzilla!

                      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVKySmZ-nPk
                      That is fucking great. Thanks. I saw BOC way back in the day at the Alaska State Fair of all places. Great show. No Zilla head though.
                      C.H.U.D.

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                      • You guys need to hear Fu-Manchu cover this song. Its great.
                        Originally posted by 3irty1
                        This is museum quality stupidity.

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                        • Artist:
                          Adina Howard

                          Title:
                          Let's Go To Da Sugar Shack

                          [Adina:]
                          If we make love, ooh ooh
                          Hey, hey
                          Lemme call Aquanetta
                          See if she wanna go to da suga shack
                          I'm in da mood, hey
                          [Phone ringing]
                          Pick up...
                          Hello!

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Sit yo' ass down!
                          I ain't playin' wit you!
                          Sit down

                          [Adina:]
                          Aquanetta!

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Hello?!

                          [Adina:]
                          Aquanetta!

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          What?!

                          [Adina:]
                          Girl, turn dat dow...tell one of yo' bad ass kids to turn dat music
                          down!

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Hol' up a second! Seschwan turn the music down!
                          (Talking at the same time)

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          And LaQuesha, put down that bone!

                          [Adina:]
                          You...you wanna go to da sugar shack.

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Sugar shack?

                          [Adina:]
                          It's only fi' dollas. Fi' dollas.

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Good lawd that's a lotta money!!!!

                          [Adina:]
                          Oh...you always broke. You ain't never got no money!

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Ooh wee, chil', now you know ain't need to go dere!

                          [Adina:]
                          I got yo' back like I always do. Just remember to pay me at the
                          beginning of the month when you get yo' check, okay?

                          [Aquanetta:]
                          Mmm hmm...
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                          • Workingman's Blues #2
                            Words and Music by Bob Dylan

                            There's an evenin' haze settlin' over the town
                            Starlight by the edge of the creek
                            The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
                            Money's gettin' shallow and weak
                            The place I love best is a sweet memory
                            It's a new path that we trod
                            They say low wages are a reality
                            If we want to compete abroad

                            My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
                            Come sit down on my knee
                            You are dearer to me than myself
                            As you yourself can see
                            I'm listenin' to the steel rails hum
                            Got both eyes tight shut
                            Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
                            Creeping it's way into my gut

                            CHORUS
                            Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
                            Bring me my boots and shoes
                            You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
                            Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

                            Now, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul
                            Tossed by the winds and the seas
                            I'll drag ‘em all down to hell and I'll stand ‘em at the wall
                            I'll sell ‘em to their enemies
                            I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought
                            Gonna sleep off the rest of the day
                            Sometimes no one wants what we got
                            Sometimes you can't give it away

                            Now the place is ringed with countless foes
                            Some of them may be deaf and dumb
                            No man, no woman knows
                            The hour that sorrow will come
                            In the dark I hear the night birds call
                            I can hear a lover's breath
                            I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
                            Sleep is like a temporary death

                            (chorus)

                            Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse
                            I can't save a dime
                            I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
                            Into a life of continual crime
                            I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
                            How I wish you were here to see
                            Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
                            That you have forgotten me?

                            Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
                            They waste your nights and days
                            Them I will forget
                            But you I'll remember always
                            Old memories of you to me have clung
                            You've wounded me with words
                            Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
                            It's all true, everything you have heard

                            (chorus)

                            In you, my friend, I find no blame
                            Wanna look in my eyes, please do
                            No one can ever claim
                            That I took up arms against you
                            All across the peaceful sacred fields
                            They will lay you low
                            They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
                            I say it so it must be so

                            Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
                            Gonna give you another chance
                            I'm all alone and I'm expecting you
                            To lead me off in a cheerful dance
                            Got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
                            I can live on rice and beans
                            Some people never worked a day in their life
                            Don't know what work even means

                            (chorus)





                            Copyright © 2006 Special Rider Music
                            I can't run no more
                            With that lawless crowd
                            While the killers in high places
                            Say their prayers out loud
                            But they've summoned, they've summoned up
                            A thundercloud
                            They're going to hear from me - Leonard Cohen

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                            • Originally posted by Joemailman
                              Workingman's Blues #2
                              Words and Music by Bob Dylan
                              Why would ANYONE even think of comparing Bob Dylan lyrics to "Let's Go To Da Sugar Shack?"
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                              • Jesus Built My Hotrod - Ministry




                                Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
                                Jerry lee lewis was the devil
                                Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
                                All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
                                So there was only one thing that I could do
                                Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long



                                The Bottom Line:
                                Formally Numb, same person, same views of M3

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