What is this BS of posting song lyrics in the Lounge?

[RC]

Do some people feel the need to up their post count that bad? Copy & paste kiddies. You know like script kiddies.

Can't they come up with anything original of their own? That's just as bad as those whose posts consist of copy & paste of parts of someone else post in a thread, without any comments of their own,

[Crazy Guggenheim]

1. Did you want to join our glee club?

:popcorn:

[progmom]

2. it doesn't bother me, but i would love it if they would indicate that it

is a song lyric post somewhere in the subject.

[JVS]

3. That's the fun of it. Confusing you rocks.

[progmom]

5. why i oughtta

:hi:

[RC]

11. That would sure help.

Makes the lounge seem like it is full of pre-teens, the way it is now

[Old_Fart]

15. "Yes"

n/t

[Redstone]

13. Agreed. Wouldn't even mind if that was an Official Rule.

Redstone

[Rabrrrrrr]

24. Yeah, I've been barking up that tree for a long time

It ain't gonna happen.

[ltfranklin]

4. Absolutely!!

> Do some people feel the need to up their post count that bad?
> Copy & paste kiddies. You know like script kiddies.

> Can't they come up with anything original of their own? That's
> just as bad as those whose posts consist of copy & paste of parts > of someone else post in a thread, without any comments of their
> own,

[MrSlayer]

6. Disposable Heroes

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall


Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman


Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you {WEAR}, glory seeker trends <---------
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends



Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun



Back to the front.

[greendog]

7. Blame it on Cain

I think I've lived a little too long on the outskirts of town
I think I'm going insane from talking to myself for so long
Oh, but I've never been accused
When they step on your face, then wear that good-look grin
I gotta break out one weekend before I do somebody in
But every single time I feel a little stronger
They tell me it's a crime, well, how much longer?


Blame it on Cain,
Oh-oh, oh, please don't blame it on me
It's nobody's fault
But it just seems to be his turn

[swag]

8. Kicked and nominated

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

http://bobdylan.com/songs/tangled.html

[asthmaticeog]

9. It's not so bad anymore.

The worst lyrical offender is sportin' a tombstone now.

[Sugar Smack]

25. You noticed! I didn't think that anyone else did.

It occurred to me, on the other hand, all the lyric posting may have been an ironic tribute.

[Elidor]

10. It usually means they're grooving and want to share the mood.

Was a time I would have cried
Those days have all gone by
You always walked a crooked line
And so did I

You read my thoughts, you knew my fears
Weren't as old as you appeared
But so much wiser than your years
And I was blind

If I mentioned love I take it back
I saw your heart and it was black
I finally found out what you lack
And that's a soul

You left a trail of rubber checks
Broken hearts and busted necks
What the fuck did I expect
I don't know

You can give your confession tomorrow
If you find a priest dumb enough to believe
It only hurts
It only hurts when I breathe

Purge and binge, binge and purge
Gorged on speed and bitter words
Found ourselves on B and 3rd
One more time

Feast and fast, burn and crash
Couldn't seem to make it last
You stole my confidence and cash
But I will survive

You can give your confession tomorrow
If you find a priest dumb enough to believe
It only hurts
It only hurts when I breathe

Tears and laughs, laughs and tears
Days are weeks and months are years
Up the on-ramp grinding gears
Away we go

Looking for a bar to burn
Waiting for the tide to turn
Some people never learn
And I should know

You can give your confession tomorrow
If you find a priest dumb enough to believe
And me I'll just beg steal and borrow
'Cause it only hurts when I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe

Cop Shoot Cop, It Only Hurts When I Breathe

[Floogeldy]

12. So sorry to waste your time.

NOT!

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[Tom Kitten]

17. Are you sorry you wasted my time too?

Any acknowledgement would have been nice considering the effort I went through trying to help!

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=3889307&mesg_id=3889526

[Floogeldy]

19. Whew! Almost missed that one.

Indebted to you. :)

[Old_Fart]

14. "I agree"

Yes and no is another way to up ones post count. It gets boring very quickly and it makes no sense at all.

[New Earth]

16. we are trying to provoke some thoughtful conversation

yes, some bands these days do have very thought provoking lyrics :hi:


:)

[Old_Fart]

18. "Provoke?"

n/t

[New Earth]

20. i've had one too many Guinness

actually not enough, but still.

what's wrong with the word provoke? :shrug:

[Old_Fart]

23. "Nothing is wrong with the word, its the meaning"

Who do you want to provoke and why?

[Rabrrrrrr]

26. Bwuhahahaha!

Provoke thoughtful conversation.

Yeah.

Posting the lyrics to a song, with no commentary, sometimes not even letting us know who the fuck did it. Sure sparks conversation. Yep.

:sarcasm:

[khashka]

21. We've always done it

Because when we find something that moves us we want to shareit with the people who move us.

So hear goes...




I was standing in the jungle, I was feeling alright
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm
I was wondering in the darkness, in the middle of the night
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm
The moon began to shine, I saw a clearing ahead
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm
But what's that going on, I think I'm outta my head
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm.

CHORUS:
Chooka chooka hoo la ley
Looka looka koo la ley.

A hundred animals were gathered 'round in the night
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm
And they were singing out a lovely song under the pale moonlight
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm
I stood and stared for quite a while
Then a lion sang to me and smiled:
"Come join us if you so desire."



I said now please explain the meaning of this song you sing
Mmmhmmm, Mmmhmmm
"Wondrous is our great blue ship
That sails around the might sun
And joy to everyone that rides along!"


AND THEY DANCED!!!

Pretty soon I knew the tune and
We sat and sang under the moon
And the jungle rang in joyful harmony.


"Wondrous is our great blue ship
That sails around the might sun
And joy to everyone that rides along!"

My favourite part? AND THEY DANCED!



I was gonna post Pansy Division's "He Whipped My Ass In Tennis, Then I Fucked His Ass In Bed" But maybe this is nicer.

Khash.

[lildreamer316]

22. Waaaaah.

:cry: