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26 minutes ago, Erithacus said:

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange

I spend a lot of my time looking at blue, the colour of my room and my mood

Under the ruins of a walled city, crumbling towers in beams of yellow light

I'm lying in a hospital, I'm pinned against the bed

 

Bugger. I meant to add that first one. It's a doozy of a first line.

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Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just twenty thousand people standing in a field?

Walk in silence. Don't walk away, in silence. See the danger. Always danger.

A heart that's full up like a landfill. A job that slowly kills you. Bruises that won't heal. You look so tired, unhappy. Bring down the government. They don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life. A handshake of carbon monoxide.

Punk ain't no religious cult. Punk means thinking for yourself. You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair. When a jock still lives inside your head.

 

 

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Yesterday, ally troubles seemed far away

I may not always love you,but as long as there stars above you

We skipped the light fandango,turned cartwheels cross the floor

We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control

Hello darkness, my old friend

 

 

 

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39 minutes ago, BS2 Red said:

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just twenty thousand people standing in a field?

Walk in silence. Don't walk away, in silence. See the danger. Always danger.

A heart that's full up like a landfill. A job that slowly kills you. Bruises that won't heal. You look so tired, unhappy. Bring down the government. They don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life. A handshake of carbon monoxide.

Punk ain't no religious cult. Punk means thinking for yourself. You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair. When a jock still lives inside your head.

 

 

Topical for today's anniversary 

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A million housewives every day
Pick up a can of beans and say:
“What an amazing example of synchronisation”

Back to Back Cadfael, Ross Kemp on Watershipdown.

Henry Rollins, Henry Rollins, you're hard, you're hard.

What did God give us, Neil?
God gave us life, Nigel
Sure did

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2 hours ago, downendcity said:

Yesterday, ally troubles seemed far away

I may not always love you,but as long as there stars above you

We skipped the light fandango,turned cartwheels cross the floor

We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control

Hello darkness, my old friend

Crikey! I know all of those.

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Loving trying to sing as many of these lyrics from the thread, here's a few that have popped into my head!

"I know that I've imagined love before, and how it could be with you"

"We come from the land of the ice and snow, where the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow"

" Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly"

" You can bump and grind, it is good for your mind"

" Ain't a hope in hell, nothing's gonna bring us down"

 

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Son I'm thirty, I only went with your mother cos she's dirty. 

I've got the money, I've got the place. You've got the figure, you've got the face. 

Stop dreaming of the quiet life, cos it's the one we'll never know.

Last night these two bouncers. 

The cadillac stood by the house and the Yanks they where within. 

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

Pistol shots ring out in the bar room night

If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out, cocaine

Don't bogart that joint, my friend  hand it over to me.

This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco

Get your motor runnin' head out on the highway

Life's a bitch, then you die

By a lonely prison wall, 

 

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I want it now. I want it now. Not the promises of what tomorrow brings. I need to live in dreams today.

My blood brother is an immigrant. A beautiful immigrant. My blood brother's Freddie Mercury. A Nigerian mother of three. He's made of bones, he's made of blood. He's made of flesh, he's made of love. He's made of you, he's made of me. Unity.

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All the leaves are brown and the Sky is grey..

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide..

Don't talk to me about what you done..

Arnold Lane had a strange hobby..

And the first commandment reads..

 

 

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