Favorite Song Quote (of The Day)
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DonLouis a répondu le Thu 28 Apr, 2005 @ 10:14am |
 Coolness: 84180 | BLOP BLOP BLOP BLOP BLOP BLOP BLOPPPPP
- the roots. (you got me live, jill scott version.) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ a répondu le Mon 16 May, 2005 @ 12:59am |
 Coolness: 102300 | NIN - RIGHT WHERE IT BELONGS
See the animal in his cage that you built, Are you sure what side you're on? Better not look him too closely in the eye, Are you sure what side of the glass you are on? See the safety of the life you have built, Everything where it belongs Feel the hollowness inside of your heart, And it's all...right where it belongs What if everything around you, Isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you think you know, Is an elaborate dream? And if you look at your reflection, Is it all you want it to be? What if you could look right through the cracks, Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see? What if all the world's inside of your head? Just creations of your own Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead And you really oughta know You can live in this illusion You can choose to believe You keep looking but you can't find the woods, If you're hiding in the trees. What if everything around you, Isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you used to know, Is an elaborate dream? And if you look at your reflection, Is it all you want it to be? What if you could look right through the cracks, Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Mon 16 May, 2005 @ 11:42am |
 Coolness: 71530 | “Flowers, I am
looking lovely flowers, I am looking for food, I am No time for love Work for peanuts Bees are bees Trees are trees” DAT politics bees r bees |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ a répondu le Mon 16 May, 2005 @ 4:32pm |
| Coolness: 102300 | TTC - Catalogue
CUIZINIER Danger arrive / Quoi Glissant sur le sol / Quoi Deux mètres de haut / Quoi Habillés pour tuer Tablier en soie / Bitch Ma bite est en toi / Bitch Chaque chose en son temps j'ai un show à faire / Quoi Aqua di Gio / Quoi Armani yo Je suis trop frais trop propre, je peux commencer le show / Quoi Dents en platine, sang en or massif / Quoi Fourrure rose avec un col en renard. Toi en casquette à filet tu as un vol de retard / Quoi Eurostar qu'on paye en euros cash, Nous sommes juste les meilleurs il faut que l'Europe sache. TEKI LATEX C'est TEKI LATEX / Quoi En Teddy Lakers / Quoi Qui séduit ta mère / Quoi Et prostitue tes soeurs / Quoi Un garçon nature / Quoi En caleçon Arthur / Quoi Location de voiture / Quoi Plantation d'arbustes / Quoi Pantalon kaki / Quoi Sous-vêtements baggys / Quoi Grenouillère, genouillère Tout nu dans la ville / Quoi String léopard / Quoi Fixé au bar / Quoi Collection d'armures / Quoi Trip féodal / Quoi TIDO BERMAN Grands boulevards / Quoi Vendeuse aux petits soins / Quoi Tido le bâtard / Quoi Dans le magasin / Quoi Patronne aguicheuse / Quoi Maman délicieuse / Quoi Dégaine de tueuse, fut' Versace / Quoi Gueule de tombeur sourire carnassier / Quoi Le bikini de cette belle / Quoi Tout en dentelle oublié sous mon pieu / Quoi Dans le feu de l'action, / Quoi Chaussettes de collection / Quoi Assorties au caleçon / Quoi Cette pin-up minette qui m'amène au petit dèj une bouteille de whisky Nue sous son manteau en peau d'ours me stimule et attire mon juice... CUIZINIER Magasin vivant / Quoi De prêt-à-porter / Quoi Spadassin, gentilhomme en titanium / Quoi En train d'accoster / Quoi Les filles d'à coté / Quoi Sex / Quoi Machine / Quoi Sexe à pile / Quoi Baskets assorties à ma barbe feu / Quoi Casquette assortie à ma carte bleue / Quoi Pierre Cardin/ Quoi Escarpins / Quoi Panoplie NBA/ Quoi Toujours bien habillé. TEKI LATEX Accord parental / Quoi Chapeau claque en paille / Quoi Tu nous sens venir, Ou tu veux qu'on te parle en braille? / Quoi Pyjama mental / Quoi Pile ma taille en large / Quoi Tu n'impressionnes personne Dans tes Filas lamentables / Quoi Douleur affective / Quoi Pullover eighties / Quoi Couleurs électriques / Quoi Shoes de skate Etnies / Quoi Salopette en jean / Quoi Galipettes en slip / Quoi Produits mercantiles / Quoi Appuie-tête en cuir / Quoi Masque de ski / Quoi Adidas vintage / Quoi Casque intégral fait de plastique beige / Quoi Casquette raiders / Quoi Lunettes de soleil / Quoi Le Ice Cube blanc sans les bouclettes de gros dep / Quoi Tes fresques sont exquises. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Czarkastik a répondu le Mon 16 May, 2005 @ 6:38pm |
 Coolness: 149100 | it's funny caus ei understand french but i still have no clue what the fuck that track is about. is that like the french version of The Garment Renaissance / Wu-Wear ???
here's my shit: TROOPER!!! A very good friend of mine Told me something the other day I'd like to pass it in to you Cause I believe what he said to be true He said We're here for a good time Not a long time (not a long time) So have a good time The sun can't shine every day And the sun is shinin' In this rainy city And the sun is shinin' Oooooh, isn't it a pity And every year, has it's share of tears And every now and then it's gotta rain We're here for a good time Not a long time So have a good time The sun can't shine every day And the sun is shinin' In this rainy city And the sun is shinin' Oooooh, isn't it a pity That every year, has it's share of tears Every now and then it's gotta rain We're here for a good time Not a long time So have a good time The sun can't shine every day |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ a répondu le Mon 16 May, 2005 @ 6:51pm |
| Coolness: 102300 | that's right hehehe |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl a répondu le Wed 18 May, 2005 @ 2:30am |
 Coolness: 89580 | In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above, Carefully watched for a reason, Painstaking devotion and love, Surrendered to self preservation, From others who care for themselves. A blindness that touches perfection, But hurts just like anything else. Isolation, isolation, isolation. Mother I tried please believe me, I’m doing the best that I can. I’m ashamed of the things I’ve been put through, I’m ashamed of the person I am. Isolation, isolation, isolation. But if you could just see the beauty, These things I could never describe, This is my one consolation, This is my one true prize. Isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl a répondu le Sat 4 Jun, 2005 @ 12:57am |
| Coolness: 89580 | "Mistakes & Regrets"
If I could make a list Of my mistakes and regrets I'd put your name on top And every line after it Because every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame I've had to walk through Each and every day And if I screamed "you were wrong" At the top of my lungs It would never return All the faith that I've lost Because there is nothing left to say That has not been said If I shouted, you wouldn't listen I dought it'd even sink in If you forget how to feel Reach inside your chest Is there a heart beating? Is there just emptiness? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef a répondu le Sat 4 Jun, 2005 @ 1:42am |
 Coolness: 154770 | ABBA - Take a chance on me
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know, gonna be around If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie If you put me to the test, if you let me try Take a chance on me (That's all I ask of you honey) Take a chance on me We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better 'Cos you know I've got So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you It's magic You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair But I think you know That I can't let go |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Sat 4 Jun, 2005 @ 11:09am |
| Coolness: 71530 | flavor flav is the one public enemy number one |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Flashy_Simon a répondu le Sun 5 Jun, 2005 @ 5:16am |
| Coolness: 45345 | "Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh [Instrumental Interlude] Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' the scene With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh" -- Curtis Mayfield, Be Thankful for what you got |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ApR1zM a répondu le Sun 5 Jun, 2005 @ 2:15pm |
 Coolness: 164895 | ... i got you stuck off the realness
...son they shooked , cause theyre no such thing as HalfWay CroOks ,scare to death they scare to look ...as long as im alive im a live illegal! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Sun 5 Jun, 2005 @ 9:06pm |
| Coolness: 71530 | Cold Lampin' With Flavor
Um lampin, um lampin, um cole cole lampin I got loowies boy, um not trampin I just came from Da-crib ya know Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro Live lyrics from the bank of reality I kick da flyest dope maneuver technicality To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack Um in my Flav-mobile cole lampin I took dis g upstate cole lampin Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays Flavor-Flav on a hype tip Um ya hype drink, come take a big sip Um in position, you can't play me out da pocket I'll take da dopest beat yougot and I'll rock-it Like chocolate, even vanilla - chocolate, strawberry, saperella Flavors are electric - try me - get a shock-a Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone knock-a A clock on my chest proves I don't fess I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest Flavor in da house by Chuck-D's side Chuck got da Flavor-Flav don't hide P.E. crazy, Crazy P.E. - makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin spree Ya eatin death cause ya like gittin dirt from da graveyard - ya put gravy on it Den ya pick ya teeth with tomb stone chips And casket cover clips - dead women hips ya do da bump with - bones Nutin but love bones Lifestyles of the Live-en-dead First ya live den ya dead - died trying ta clock what I said Now I got a murder rap cause I bust ya cap with Flavor - pure Flavor We got Magnum Brown, Shoothki - Valoothki Super-calafraga-hestik-alagoothki You could put dat in ya don't know what I said book Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk Shinavative ill factors by da Flavor Flav Come an ride da Flavor wave In any year on any givin day What a brova know - what do Flavor say Why do dis record play dat way Prime time merrily in da day Right now dis radio station is busy - brainknowledgeably wizzy Honey drippers, you say you got it You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors Onion an garlic french fried potatas Make ya breath stink, breath fire Makes any onion da best crier I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect Peter perfect pimped a perfect Peter Honey dripper - sucker sipper - big dipper - sucker dipper Drippin suckers like its goin out-a-style Creatin flavors for da Flavor Flav pile Lampin booyee madina style Kickin da flavor gittin busy Ya goin ouut, I think ya dizzy I think ya hungry, cause ya starvin fa Flavor Flavor most, put it on toast Eat it-en taste it en swallow it down Imperial Flavor gives you da crown Of the king called Flavor, da king of all flavors Rolls an rolls an rolls life savers Flavor Flav is in everything ya eat cause everything ya eat got flavor Flavor Flav is da first taste ya git in da mornin - ya breakfast is da flavor In between dat ta lunch - in between dat dinner - in between dat ta midnight flavor Yeah, das right I got somethin fa all da fandangoes of damangoes of da fandangoes of da mangoes |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef a répondu le Mon 6 Jun, 2005 @ 7:18pm |
| Coolness: 154770 | hahah i funkinn love flava flav! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef a répondu le Mon 6 Jun, 2005 @ 7:18pm |
| Coolness: 154770 | ..i thought you should know. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl a répondu le Wed 8 Jun, 2005 @ 4:03pm |
| Coolness: 89580 | Again I hear a voice
Her voice calling my name Write the song and call in the beach And you hear her call A rose some call it And watch the sun come up from the edge of the deep green sea She called my name And faith Saying The stone white clown still laughing after all these years Some people I'd like to meet Everytime you take the way to bring me a smile Never look away from you In everyway I take the way that you smile And never look away from you There's only a picture of her Fuschia rests inside my heart Just with a picture of her Just with a picture of her And write a letter to Elise And you know she'll never write back in a a hundred years Can't touch the idol The siamese twins of fire Figurehead girl IT ALL SITS INSIDE OF ME Just sits inside of me Just sits inside of me A place we can go There's a place we can go There's a place we can go There's a place we can go There's a place we can go Take me there Take me there Take me there Take me there Take me there. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Thu 9 Jun, 2005 @ 9:30pm |
| Coolness: 71530 | There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity About the mean streets and the guetto culture The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures Things that happen when it reaches dark And all the things you hear about Central Park You got to be down,you got to have strenght If you're gonna survive past 110th Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled The emergency ward is capacity filled And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise And the naked city never closes its eyes A new story every day Told a thousand different ways That's how it is and that's how it goes The city with the 8 and six big O's New York is a crazy city man..... Yo, my home boys Run DMC (verse two Run DMC) A young girl seemed to be gaining weight Her parents all thought it was the food she ate Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de But little did they know there's a baby in the body She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know Because sooner or later that baby's got to show Can her daddy just accept it as a fact That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue Because Vicki is gone and your money is too She's more sinister than Peter Lorre And this is just two of 8 million stories 8 million stories (x12) (verse three Kurtis Blow) Fresh kid and the stories complete Born on a dim lit ghetto street Father unknown,mother astray He learned about life the real hard way Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry Spent all his time just counting his bank Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long Been the subject of a ghetto song Poor kids admire,ladies desire They say water can't put out this fire Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night And you could measure or even treasure The thought that cocaine became his pleasure Puruvian rock never cut with speed And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed And that was just one weakness,must admit That when he took a hit he could never quit Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day When the crazy thing happened along the way You know he started to base at a hell a pace And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest But then he tried to stop,but it never worked And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife And basing cocaine made him lose his wife Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away In a blaze of glory in his own territory 8 million stories sad but all real stories 8 million stories (x12) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» michaeldino a répondu le Wed 29 Jun, 2005 @ 1:20pm |
 Coolness: 69070 | the waiting is the hardest part |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl a répondu le Sat 16 Jul, 2005 @ 6:12pm |
| Coolness: 89580 | Well I've been up to Paris,
and I've slept in a park. Went down to Barcelona, someone broke in my car. And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl. Took the train down to Athens, and I slept in a fountain. Some Swiss junkie in Turin ripped me off for my cash. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl. The CRS on the metro shook me down for a bribe. On my knees for the sergeant when my passport arrived. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Called my mom from a payphone I said "I'm down to my last." She said "I sent you to college... now go call your dad." And the waitress that he married, well she hung up the phone. You know she never did like me, but I can stand on my own. Sold my plasma in Amsterdam. Spent it all in a night, buying drinks at the Melk Weg for a soldier in drag. And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Euro-trash Girl, (I'm a) Euro-trash girl. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl Got a tattoo in Berlin (and a case of the crabs). A rose and a dagger on the palm of my hand. And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl. Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Euro-trash Girl, (I'm a) Euro-trash girl. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» michaeldino a répondu le Wed 20 Jul, 2005 @ 9:31am |
| Coolness: 69070 | Don't damn me
When I speak a piece of my mind 'Cause silence isn't golden When I'm holding it inside 'Cause I've been where I have been An I've seen what I have seen I put the pen to the paper 'Cause it's all a part of me |
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