Snoogans4Jay
Bull Goose Looney 
Shandon's Personal Fairy Gnome Sex Slave from Jupiter[/size]
Bad Attitude
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Apr 20, 2007 0:04:29 GMT -5
"Who censors the censor, can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
You read but missed my plot
You only see that what is not"
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Post by Tao~ on Apr 20, 2007 14:51:05 GMT -5
And sir and friends are crucified....
A day they wished that we had died.....
We are an addition...
We are ruled by none...
Never...ever...never....
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Post by Tao~ on Apr 21, 2007 16:15:41 GMT -5
*I didn't ask for sunshine and I got World War 3....
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me*.....
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Snoogans4Jay
Bull Goose Looney
Shandon's Personal Fairy Gnome Sex Slave from Jupiter[/size]
Bad Attitude
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Apr 21, 2007 17:57:10 GMT -5
"I heard some friends got taken for a ride,
a one way journey, everybody died.
It's not unusual many go that way.
Their numbers mounting every single day,
but what can I do but hope you're still alive.
This is what happens when opposites collide,
public, and private and arbitrary death,
cause war is power and power business
..............I write this letter while taken for a ride.
Maybe I'll see you on the other side......."
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Snoogans4Jay
Bull Goose Looney
Shandon's Personal Fairy Gnome Sex Slave from Jupiter[/size]
Bad Attitude
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Apr 27, 2007 20:44:53 GMT -5
"You, you're just a really bad person
who won't, you won't, listen to anyone
No not you
With those half moon eyelids
just babbling on, your usless defenses
so sad"
Wonder who the hell?
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noir
In Jah's Mystic Cosmos
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Post by noir on May 5, 2007 4:25:05 GMT -5
quality lyrics from John....
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Snoogans4Jay
Bull Goose Looney
Shandon's Personal Fairy Gnome Sex Slave from Jupiter[/size]
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on May 11, 2007 19:39:21 GMT -5
 Religon II Stained glass windows keep the cold outside While the hypocrites hide inside With the lies of statues in their minds Where the Christian religion made them blind Where they hide And pray to the God of a bitch, spelled backwards is dog Not for one race, one creed, one world But for money Effective Absurd This is religion There’s a liar on the altar The sermons never falter This is religion Do you pray to the Holy Ghost when you suck your host Do you read who’s dead in the Irish Post Do you give away the cash you can’t afford On bended knees and pray to the Lord Fat pig priest Sanctimonious smiles He takes the money You take the lies This is religion A liar on the altar Sermons never falter This is religion This is religion and Jesus Christ This is religion cheaply priced This is Bibles full of libel This is sin in eternal hymn This is what they’ve done This is your religion The apostles were eleven Now there’s a sod in Heaven This is religion Liar on the altar The sermon never falters This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion A liar on the altar A sermon never falter This is religion This is religion Your religion And it’s all falling to bits gloriously This is religion |
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Post by Tao~ on May 11, 2007 19:42:32 GMT -5
Disappointed a few people....
When friendship reared its ugly head......
Disappointed a few people....
Well, isn't that what friends are for....
What are friends for......
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Bad Baby
Graduate of Sid's School of Punk
"Getting rid of the Albatross"
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Post by Bad Baby on Jan 2, 2009 6:06:22 GMT -5
Ego-maniac traitor
You never did understand
You fell in love with your ego
It did not fit into plan
Low Life
Your alter-ego is a moron
30 years too late
No closet is private
Can see the crack in your face
Low Life
Bourgeois Anarchist
I read you despise us
Always hurt the one you love
Shit in a drain
Low Life
Ego-maniac traitor
You are a fool to yourself
You lie to be distant
Ignorant selfish
Low Life
Low Life
Ego-maniac traitor
You never did understand
You fell in love with your ego
It did not fit into plan
Low Life
Your alter-ego is a moron
30 years too late
No closet is private
See the crack in your face
Low Life
Bourgeois Anarchist
I read you despise us
Always hurt the one you love
You shit your brain
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Post by Joan D on Jan 3, 2009 12:04:37 GMT -5
You know I had assumed in the past that "Low Life" was written about Malcolm ("Bourgeois Anarchist"). However, in the little booklet that came with PiL's Plastic Box, John commented that:
"Low Life is about Sid, and how he turned into the worst kind of rock 'n roll star. I was disgusted, let's leave it at that."
Guess I can see it in the "Ego-maniac traitor" line - a person would need to be seen as a friend before they could be a traitor. He says he was "disgusted" - I think he was probably hurt as well & wanted his friend back, but couldn't make it happen. Rather sad really.
Joan
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Bad Baby
Graduate of Sid's School of Punk
"Getting rid of the Albatross"
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Post by Bad Baby on Jan 8, 2009 17:20:16 GMT -5
Yeah John hated all that New York sleaze that Sid was so fond of wrapping his arm around.
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Bad Baby
Graduate of Sid's School of Punk
"Getting rid of the Albatross"
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Post by Bad Baby on Jan 8, 2009 17:22:21 GMT -5
Always loved these lyrics.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Senseless reasoning.
You believe what you want to believe.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
On you no one can depend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Whatever you want it to be, for you that's what it will be.
Honesty to you is arbitrary.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
Bad times, now they must end.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
You used to be nice, now you're twice as nice.
You used to be good, now you're too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
Used to be nice, now you're twice as nice.
Used to be good, now you're too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times - they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Lost in a storm.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Bad times - they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x4)
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Post by jrotten on Jan 9, 2009 9:43:58 GMT -5
You know I had assumed in the past that "Low Life" was written about Malcolm ("Bourgeois Anarchist"). However, in the little booklet that came with PiL's Plastic Box, John commented that: " Low Life is about Sid, and how he turned into the worst kind of rock 'n roll star. I was disgusted, let's leave it at that." Guess I can see it in the "Ego-maniac traitor" line - a person would need to be seen as a friend before they could be a traitor. He says he was "disgusted" - I think he was probably hurt as well & wanted his friend back, but couldn't make it happen. Rather sad really. Joan I agree, it's very sad. Poor John  (and Sid! RIP) |
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sydney
In Jah's Mystic Cosmos
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Post by sydney on Jan 9, 2009 13:58:18 GMT -5
I've seen you in the mirror when the story began I fell in love with you I love your mortal sin Your brains are locked away But I love your company I only ever leave you When you got no money I got no emotions for anybody else You better understand I'm in love with myself Myself My beautiful self No feeling No feeling No feelings For anybody else Hello and goodbye And a runaround Sue You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue I kick you in the head You got nothing to say Get out of the way cause I gotta getaway You never realise I take the piss out of you You come up and see me and I beat you black and blue All day I'll send you away I got no feeling No feeling No feeling For anybody else Except for myself My beautiful selfish There ain't no moonlight after midnight I see you silly people out looking for delight Well, I'm so happy I'm feeling so fine I'm watching all the rubbish wasting my time I look around your house You got nothing to steal I kick you in the brains when you get down to kneel I pray You pray to your god No feeling No feeling I've got no feeling For anybody else No feeling No feeling No feeling For anybody else Except for myself Your daddy's gone away Be back another day See his picture hanging on your wall I love that song, it's pretty fast. The words mean to me something like the opposite of all songs about 'love'. You can say 'baby I love you' or 'fuck off'  Don't know why, it's always sounded to me like that. |
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Bad Baby
Graduate of Sid's School of Punk
"Getting rid of the Albatross"
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Post by Bad Baby on Jan 9, 2009 22:38:28 GMT -5
Yeah great lyrics anti-love song.
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