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I also really like those lyrics from metallica. I'm pretty sure there was a book released that studied the lyrics of metallica with the tagline: The poets of Metal (or something like that)

Nice one mcj metroid cheers Here's another from me: Waiting Around To Die Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't even see the reason why I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to die One time, friends, I had a ma I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once cause she cried She told him to take care of me Headed down to tennessee It's easier than just waitin around to die I came of age and I found a girl In a tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine And hopped a train Seemed easier than just waitin around to die A friend said he knew Where some easy money was We robbed a man, and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me And drug me back to muskogee It's two long years Ive been waitin around to die Now I'm out of prison I got me a friend at last He dont drink or steal or cheat or lie His names codine He's the nicest thing Ive seen Together we're gonna wait around and die Together we're gonna wait around and die Townes Van Zandt

I really like those lyrics mcj metroid, might try to find that song. God Bless The Grass God bless the grass that grows through the crack. They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back. The concrete gets tired of what it has to do, It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru, And God bless the grass. God bless the truth that fights toward the sun, They roll the lies over it and think that it is done It moves through the ground and reaches for the air, And after a while it is growing everywhere, And God bless the grass. God bless the grass that breaks through cement, It's green and its tender and it's easily bent, But after a while it lifts up its head, For the grass is living and the stone is dead. And God bless the grass. God bless the grass that's gentle and low Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow. And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor, And the wild grass growing at the poor man's door, And God bless the grass Malvina Reynolds

I'm A Stranger Here I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town Oh, yes, I am, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town Well, because I'm a stranger, everybody wants to dog me 'round Well, I wonder why some people treat the strangers so Oh, yes, I do, I wonder why some people treat the strangers so Well, he may be your best friend that you will never know Well, I wonder if my good girl knows I'm here Oh, yes, I do, Lord, I wonder if my good girl knows I'm here Well, if she do, she just don't seem to care Well, I'm goin' back home wear out 99 pair of shoes Oh, yes, I am, I'm goin' back home wear out 99 pair of shoes Well, when I get back home I won't have these old stranger blues You know, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town Oh, yes, I am, well, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town Oh, yes, I am, well, if I askin' for a favor, please don't turn me down I'm gonna leave this town, nothing here that I can do Oh, no, it ain't, I'm gonna leave this town, nothing here that I can do Well, boy, sit right here in the troubadour, sing these old stranger blues Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee

I think the Office is the best sitcom ever. It's certainly in my top 5 with Fawlty Towers, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Fraiser and Alan Partridge. Ricky Gervais... annoying but funny

White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man When you're white boots marching in a yellow land It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never understand When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like old whores following tired armies Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night But when the firing squad is ready they'll be spitting where they stand At the white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like old whores following tired armies The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began We're the white boots marching in a yellow land And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like old whores following tired armies The MOST UNDERRATED ARTIST EVER... Phil Ochs

The Ricky Gervais Show is hilarious. Also for those into Folkways Records, or older folk/blues type music should check out the 24-part series: http://www.folkways.si.edu/learn_discover/folkways_collection.html

In The Ghetto As the snow flies On a cold and gray chicago mornin A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries cause if theres one thing that she dont need Its another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto People, dont you understand The child needs a helping hand Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me, Are we too blind to see, Do we simply turn our heads And look the other way Well the world turns And a hungry little boy with a runny nose Plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal And he learns how to fight In the ghetto Then one night in desperation A young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, Tries to run, but he dont get far And his mama cries As a crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto As her young man dies, On a cold and gray chicago mornin, Another little baby child is born In the ghetto Elvis Presley (written by Mac Davis)

Last Years Man The rain falls down on last years man, That's a jews harp on the table, That's a crayon in his hand. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled Far past the stems of thumbtacks That still throw shadows on the wood. And the skylight is like skin for a drum Ill never mend And all the rain falls down amen On the works of last years man. _ I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark Oh one by one she had to tell them That her name was joan of arc. I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while; I want to thank you, joan of arc, For treating me so well. And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight; All these wounded boys you lie beside, Goodnight, my friends, goodnight. _ I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived; Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride. Great babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me, And bethlehem inflamed us both Like the shy one at some orgy. And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil That I had to draw aside to see The serpent beat it's tail. _ Some women wait for jesus, and some women wait for cain So I hang upon my altar And I hoist my axe again. And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began When jesus was the honeymoon And cain was just a man. And we read from pleasant bibles that are bound in blood and skin That the wilderness is gathering All its children back again. _ The rain falls down on last years man, An hour has gone by And he has not moved his hand. But everything will happen if he only gives the word; The lovers will rise up And the mountains touch the ground. But the skylight is like skin for a drum Ill never mend And all the rain falls down amen On the works of last years man. Leonard Cohen

House Wife's Lament One day I was walking, I heard a complaining, I saw a poor woman The picture of gloom. She gazed in the mud On her doorstep (’twas raining), And this was her song As she wielded her broom: Chorus: O life is a trial, And love is a trouble, Beauty will fade And riches will flee, Wages will dwindle And taxes will double And nothing is as I Would wish it to be.†In March it is mud, It’s slush in December, The midsummer breezes Are loaded with dust. In fall the leaves litter, In muddy November The wallpaper rots And the candlesticks rust. Chorus: It’s sweeping at six And i’s dusting at seven, It’s victuals at eight And it’s dishes at nine. It’s potting and panning From ten to eleven. We scarce break our fast Till we plan how to dine. Chorus: Last night in my dreams I was stationed forever, On a far distant rock In the midst of the sea. My one task of life Was a ceaseless endeavor, To brush off the waves As they swept over me. Traditional

Don't know if anyone's heard the David Allan Coe song 'Death Row': For my last meal I want a double yolked egg from an albino pigeon with fried bat wings, the left hind leg of a black giraffe cooked medium rare, smoked rhinosouras, pickled ant-eaters, a plate of elephant stew, one mandrake root with a rabbits tongue and, Warden, I won't die before I've eaten it all for my last meal. Makes good sense

Happy slapped by a jellyfish. EDIT OUT NOW - I've managed to get a copy. It's pretty good. Stories about his holdiays, excerts from his diary, some of his poems, weird stuff that he's heard and pics from his holidays. Illustarted throughout, it's pretty funny - Also he's got a program coming to chanel 4 on Oct 22 @ 11pm called 'Satisfied Fool' http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tu1GXPXacRM

If you have any spare which you feel like giving to someone I'd gladly take them.

yeah, like I said I can hear the sound from the wiimote when it reloads but not when it shoots.

On the N-E Resi 4 review it said that the wiimote gave the sound effect when you fired your gun. This doesn't happen for me, I get the sound when you reload but not for firing, is it just me?

Me too. Overall I was a bit dissapointed by TP, there wasn't that sense of discovery that WW had in sailing to these different island and discovering all the secrets therein and completing the side-quests. With TP all the sidequests were really was finding bugs and holes in the ground, just couldn't be bothered in the end

Oh God it's the Hendrix appreciation thread all over again

Couldn't agree more. Hearing his solo performance at sin'e is incredible, to then hear it recreated with a band for Grace is out of this world. A master singer/guitar player/songwriter.

Happy Birthday

Yeah my family have fallen in love with it, hence I'm not getting to play it as much. Bet Nintendo didn't think of that when they were designing it

Isn't the best deterrent just to not piss people off?

The Great Pretender Oh-oh, yes Im the great pretender Pretending that Im doing well My need is such I pretend too much I'm lonely but no one can tell Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender Adrift in a world of my own I've played the game but to my real shame You've left me to grieve all alone Too real is this feeling of make-believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Yes I'm the great pretender Just laughin' and gay like a clown I seem to be what I'm not, you see I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Too real is this feeling of make-believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Roy Orbison

I heard that she actually had help from a professional songwriter when writing these tracks for her new album

Y'know I've been hearing some good things about date-rape...

The Man Comes Around There's a man going around taking names And he decides who to free and who to blame Everybody won't be treated all the same There'll be a golden ladder reaching down When the Man comes around The hairs on your arm will stand up At the terror in each sip and in each sup Will you partake of that last offered cup? Or disappear into the potter's ground When the Man comes around - Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn tree It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks - Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom Then the father hen will call his chickens home The wise man will bow down before the thrown And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns When the Man comes around Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still Listen to the words long written down When the Man comes around - Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling and voices crying Some are born and some are dying It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn tree It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks In measured hundred weight and penny pound When the Man comes around Johnny Cash