Come on Barbie
Let’s go party …
Wuh Wuh wuuuh
I want to hold you tight
Whilst children play outside
And wait for their mothers to finish with lovers
And call them inside for their tea
Driving through the long night
Trying to figure who’s right and who’s wrong
Now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight,
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more a man if I stopped this in its tracks
And said come on, let’s go home. But she’s got the wheel,
And I’ve got nothing except what I have on.
When you’re driving with the brakes on,
When you’re swimming with your boots on,
It’s hard to say you love someone
And it’s hard to say you don’t.
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we’ve done.
She shuts up the ashtray and I say it’s a long way back now hon
And she just yawns. And we might get lost someplace
So desolate that no one where we’re from would ever come
But she’s got the wheel and I’ve got to deal from now on.
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothing’s gonna make me break from her side.
I was born beneath the star that promised all
I could have lived my life between Cork, Cobh and Youghal
But the Wheel of Fortune took me
from the highest point it shook me
By the bottle live by the bottle I will fall
Jimmy McCarthy, The Contender
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Oh my girlfriend has a pussy. A lovely pussy cat.
Each time I touch it, it goes ‘Miaow’
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I was at a stag years ago in Clonakilty, it was just a one night job with a bus home to Cork City, on the way back we noticed an extra lad on the bus, absolutely langers and asleep, no one knows how he got there, the bus dropped me and a buddy to our place first above in Turners Cross, we said we’d give the poor fucker a bed for the night, when we got in there was a bit of a party going and yer man belted out the best version of that song I’ve ever heard (I wasn’t that familiar with it at the time), whenever I hear it now I think of it, he was gone in the morning, no idea how he got home
When I die I’ll die a drunk down on the street
He will count me out to ten in clear defeat
Wrap the Starry Plough around me
Let the pipers air resound me there
There I rest until the Lord of Love I meet
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My name is George Campbell at the age of eighteen
I joined the United Men to strive for the green,
And many a battle I did undergo
With that hero commander, brave General Munroe.
Have you heard of the Battle of Ballinahinch
Where the people oppressed rose up in defence?
When Munroe left the mountains his men took the field,
And they fought for twelve hours and never did yield.
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Walk in silence
Don’t walk away, in silence
See the danger
Always danger
Endless talking
Life rebuilding
Don’t walk away
Walk in silence
Don’t turn away, in silence
Your confusion
My illusion
Worn like a mask of self-hate
Confronts and then dies
Don’t walk away
People like you find it easy
Naked to see
Walking on air
Hunting by the rivers, through the streets, every corner
Abandoned too soon
Set down with due care
Don’t walk away in silence
Don’t walk away
Wtf. A real dig at missing member @artfoley
Westlife’s latest.
Hello my love
Perfect teeth, hair growing where it’s meant to
Uh, whoo! Get at me
Whoo, I told you niggaz
Niggaz betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I’m Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin’ I’m pressed to get it
Rather do the killin’ than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I’m cummin’ down your throat
Then, you want to be my main squeeze nigga
Don’tcha, you want to lick between my knees nigga
Don’tcha want to see me whippin your third down the Ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because I’m mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin’ everywhere
Me shifty? Now you want to pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what nigga? I ain’t got time for this
So what nigga? I’m not tryin’ to hear that shit
Now you want to buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin’, “I apologize”
Is you wit me? How could you ever deceive me
But payback’s a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain’t gay this ain’t no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin’, to let you motherfuckers know
Lil kim
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery, don’t be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it, laugh in it, love in it
Swim in it, sleep in it,
Live in it, swim in it, laugh in it, love in it
Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets, that’s right
And it entertains visiting relatives, it turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts, change your life, change your life
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife,
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack, see you later alligator
See you later alligator
And it steals your car
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
It’s a friend, and it’s a companion,
And it’s the only product you will ever need
Follow these easy assembly instructions it never needs ironing
Well it takes weights off hips, bust, thighs, chin, midriff,
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job, it is a job
Step right up, step right up, step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth, and the small print taketh away
Brother see we are one in the same
And you left with your head filled with flames
And you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth
Push the pieces in place
Make your smile sweet to see
Don’t you take this away
I’m still wanting my face on your cheek
And when we break we’ll wait for our miracle
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break we’ll wait for our miracle
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life
Oh, I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss of treachery
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
But I never said I would stay to the end
So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both of us knew how the ending would be
So it’s all come back round to breaking apart again
Breaking apart like I’m made up of glass again
Making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
Round and round and round and it’s coming apart again
Over and over and over
And now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces
I’ll pull out my heart and I’ll feed it to anyone
I’m crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry
For the love of the crowd
And the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky
Through the glass of the roof
Through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye
Through the eye of the needle
It’s easier for me to get closer to Heaven
Than ever feel whole again
But I never said I would stay to the end
I knew I would leave you and fame isn’t everything
Screaming like this in the hope of sincerity
Screaming it’s over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both of us knew how the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
What Fucking shite,
Some go softly softly round the habitat
Ratchet in the right hand
They got no one to stab it at
Take a walk billy, don’t be a hero
Effort’s on minimal though almost touch zero
Excommunicated from the brotherhood of man
To wander lonely as a puzzled anagram
MY GOD…
itting in my day care, the art is decopainted
Blessed by the drink
Upon the corner’s where we’ve seen it
Chased by the plane it
Haunted by the medium
Too high to flow toward to break the tedium
Glow from my tv set was blue like neon
Activated the remote I put the BBC on
I’ve seen this city somewhere
I’m looking out for no-one
Pallor in my eye it get blue like neon
[Tricky]
Hell is round the corner where i shelter
Isms and schisms we’re living on a skelter
If you believe i’ll deceive then common sense says shall you receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference
No need to answer till i take further evidence
I seem to need a reference to get residence
A reference to your preference to say i’m a good neighbour
I trudge so judge me for my labour
I walk in a bar and immediately I sense danger
You look at me, girl, as if i was some kind of a
A total stranger
[3D]
Hysterical, ecstatical no matter, call me stags(?)
Hard to get a drink or a girl to relax
Upon phono, no go zone i go through
Aching awaits just to relocate you
Kill us with your fist
Now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when i get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I function better with the sun in my eyes
So goodbye
[Tricky]
Take a second of me you beckon i’ll be
And when you’re sad i’ll mourn
And when you tear i’m torn
Take a second of me
Take a second of me
I stand firm for our soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stussy.
Show me and i’ll stick em
Will you be my victim
Take a second of me
[3D]
Mad over you, mad over me, an analogy
Baby tagging up up all of my stationary
Sitting in my daycare, media dego painted
Colliding with the jam
Until the drink got dated
Window indigo when they go boom
I run inside my room
No sense you can trust me
Climb on my sofa
Roll in a daydream
Spliff make daddy go sleep-a-trip dream
Love me like a reptile by Motörhead. What does that even mean ffs.
Of course at my age all I hear is Love me like Erectile.
im sure there’s a dinosaur pun to be applied somewhere to that
This annoys me. It never made any sense.
Think of seven letters
Begin and end in c
Like a big american car
But misspelt with a d.
Aye, its madness.
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