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WHY THOSE TUNES FROM HELL ALWAYS ‘STICK’ IN YOUR HEAD
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| 24 December 2001
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Posted on 12/24/2001 1:52:46 AM PST by Neets
Edited on 05/26/2004 5:03:00 PM PDT by Jim Robinson.
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Ever wonder why some songs - no matter how good or how bad - get stuck inside your head and won
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To: 1 FELLOW FREEPER
HAR HAR! Take me back!
To: Tourist Guy
Y I K E S !!
To: OneidaM
Ugh, a friend of mine began singing "insane in the membrane" a year ago and it is still bouncing around in my head. I hate him for that.
To: Tourist Guy
Runaround Sue
Dion
Here's my story sad but true
It's about a girl that I once knew
She took my love than ran around
With every single guy in town
Ah I should have known it from the very start
This girl will leave me with a broken heart
Now listen people what I'm telling you
A-keep away from-a runaround Sue
I miss her lips and the smile on her face
The touch of her hair and this girl's warm embrace
So if you don't wanna cry like I do
A-keep away from-a runaround Sue.
304
posted on
12/26/2001 3:59:55 PM PST
by
Neets
To: Tourist Guy
Crossin' the highway late last night,
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right,
He didn't see the station wagon, car,
The skunk got squashed and there you are!
(Chorus)
You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
Stinkin' to high heaven!
Take a whiff on me that ain't no rose!
Roll up yer window and hold yer nose,
You don't have to look and you don't have to see,
'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory,
(Repeat Chorus)
Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog,
On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog
Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon,
The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon!
You got yer dead skunk, in the middle,
Dead skunk in the middle of the road.
Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
Stinkin' to high heaven.
C'mon stink!
(Fiddle break)
You got it,
It's dead, it's in the middle,
Dead skunk in the middle!
Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
Stinkin' to high heaven!
All over the road, technicolor man! Oh, you got pollution.
It's dead, it's in the middle,
And it's stinkin' to high, high heaven!
To: flying Elvis
my kids used to sing that...and I always asked them why they wanted to talk so bad about themselves like that...hehehe
Who started this insane in the membrane thread anyway?? They should be shot!!!
306
posted on
12/26/2001 4:02:10 PM PST
by
Neets
To: OneidaM; Rikastrom
Just HOW MANY bottles of beer are there on the wall anyway???
And you only take one down to pass it around??? It's just a song, really there is a four drink minimum for the ladies...hehehe
To: dubyaismypresident
This was THE song for those nights I wasn't in my right mind. You'd slap the head phones on and crank up the stereo...
Roadhouse Blues
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Goin' to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
A good time
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
That's for the people
Like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
Yeah, my man! Come on!
You gotta roll, roll, roll
Gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll,
Gotta thrill my soul
You gotta
[Unwriteable improvisation]
Aah, ride
Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
...All right! All right! All right!
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! Listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...
Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a
Sagittarius
The most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway, I don't believe in it
I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself
But I tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have
my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
All right! All right!
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308
posted on
12/26/2001 4:06:54 PM PST
by
Neets
To: flying Elvis
Insane in the Membrane by Cypress Hill
That brings back some, foggy memories...
To: OneidaM
Just HOW MANY bottles of beer are there on the wall anyway???Hahaha haha hah!
My poor father and step mom back in 67 or 68 drove us from Cleveland to Brooklyn.
We sang that stoopid song on the PA turnpike to New York -- determined as hell to finish it. If I recall correctly I was on the floor of the 3rd seat in a Buick Station Wagon (with fake wood trim) laughing so hard I almost wet myself.
LOL
We musta been driving them nutz, my stepmom was covering her ears. LOL
Finally, we arrived at our destination and the next thing I knew I was in a fist fight with my step sisters (howdee from Ohio, eh?) but lol we FINISHED that song....oh the joy
One bottle of beer on the wall, ONE bottle of beer, take it down pass it around
NO BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!
achievment of a lifetime!
To: Tourist Guy
MY ABSOLUTE POST ON THIS THREAD FOR THE EVENING AND I HOLD YOU ALL RESPONSIBLE FOR ME SINGING MYSELF TO SLEEP TONITE!!!
My #1 Fav song from my #1 Fav artist:
Stevie Ray Vaugh
Pride and Joy.
Well you've heard about love givin' sight to the blind
My baby's lovin' cause the sun to shine
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy
Yeah I love my baby, heart and soul
Love like ours won't never grow old
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy
Yeah, I love my lady, she's long and lean
You mess with her, you'll see a man get mean
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy
Well I love my baby, like the finest wine
Stick with her until the end of time
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy
Yeah I love my baby, heart and soul
Love like ours won't never grow old
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy
311
posted on
12/26/2001 4:14:35 PM PST
by
Neets
To: OneidaM
HOLD ON THERE BUCK-O.
Now you're getting into the GOOD tunes!
To: Tourist Guy
ROTFLMAO....indeed I am!!!!! hehehe,,i'll be back later tho to continue!!!!!
313
posted on
12/26/2001 4:21:23 PM PST
by
Neets
To: OneidaM
Okay, hereyago...
Iron Butterfly
as a good friend of mine used to sing it:
"In a garage in Toledo baaa-by, dontcha know that I Looove Yoooou!"
To: OneidaM
Post all the Stevie Ray you want. It will help me keep Sugar Sugar out of my head.
To: 1 FELLOW FREEPER; tourist guy
Back to Stevie in a few, but here is another fav of mine.
Promises
Eric Clapton
I don't care if you never come home,
I don't mind if you just keep on
Rowing away on a distant sea,
Cause I don't love you and you don't love me.
You cause a commotion when you come to town;
You give 'em a smile and they melt.
Having lovers and friends is all good and fine,
But I don't like yours and you don't like mine.
La la, la la la la la.
La la, la la la la la.
I don't care what you do at night,
Oh, and I don't care how you get your delights.
I'm gonna leave you alone, I'll just let it be,
I don't love you and you don't love me.
I got a problem. Can you relate?
I got a woman calling love hate.
We made a vow we'd always be friends.
How could we know that promises end?
La la, la la la la la.
La la, la la la la la.
I tried to love you for years upon years,
You refuse to take me for real.
It's time you saw what I want you to see,
And I'd still love you if you'd just love me.
Chorus
La la, la la la la la.
La la, la la la la la.
La la, la la la la la.
La la, la la la la la.
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posted on
12/26/2001 6:24:19 PM PST
by
Neets
To: OneidaM
Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies
tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
'til there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Oh yeah !
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
ah yes, the socialist sixties...
To: OneidaM
In the morning
Laughing happy fish heads
In the evening
Floating in the soup.
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads
Eat them up
YUM!
Took a fish head
Out to see a movie
Didn't have to pay
To get it in
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads
Eat them up
YUM!
They don't play baseball
They don't wear sweaters
They're not good dancers
They don't play drums
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads
Eat them up
YUM!
Well, you'll never see a fishhead
sitting in an Italian resuraunt
sipping cappucino with oriental women.......YEEEEEAH....
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads
Eat them up
YUM!
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads
Eat them up
YUM!
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads
Eat them up
YUM!
To: uglybiker; Tourist Guy
Ok, you guys CAN'T get me going again!!! I need my beauty sleep.
Here is ONE last PC song from the 60's, 70's....
Think About Your Troubles - Harry Nilsson
ARTIST: Harry Nilsson
TITLE: Think About Your Troubles
ALBUM: The Point
Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
Then think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop 'em in a teacup
Take them down to the riverside
And throw them over the side
To be swept up by a current
Then taken to the ocean
To be eaten by some fishes
Who were eaten by some fishes
And swallowed by a whale
Who grew so old
He decomposed, doo, doo, doo
He died and left his body
To the bottom of the ocean
Now everybody knows
That when a body decomposes
The basic elements
Are given back to the ocean
And the sea does what it oughta
And soon there's salty water
Not too good for drinking
'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
So they run it through a filter
And it comes out from a faucet
And it pours into a teapot
Which is just about to bubble
Now think about your troubles
319
posted on
12/26/2001 8:58:37 PM PST
by
Neets
To: Kalashnikov_68
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