When ILE/Moderator board mods get shook

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I'm so alone, my love without you
You're part of everything I do
When you come back, and you're beside me
These are the words I'll say to you

Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more

I thought of all the things I'd say to you
When you come back to me someday
When you are here and we're together
With all my heart you'll hear me say

Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more

There are so many lonely people
Why must they ever be apart
I hope someday you'll be together
Singing these words with all your heart

Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more
(Welcome home)

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I predict this will be a bit more like the first Gulf War, with both sides claiming victory.

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I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that I've got
I won't let you down
So please don't give me up
Because I would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn't know what I wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I told you so
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone else I've got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I stopped the show
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don't think that I'll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody's got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That's what you get
I say that's what you get
That's what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I'll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it's got to be
Lose the face now
I've got to live

never understood why you post entire lyrics to songs

The sun comes up another day begins
And I don't even worry about the state I'm in
Head so heavy and I'm looking thin
But when the sun goes down I wanna start again

You never understandin'
You never understand me
Yeah

Don't turn around until you look at me
Why don't you take a second and tell me what you see
Things I see you only disagree
You never understand that's what I want to be

You never understandin'
You never understand me
Yeah

Not wishing to hide but you just can't see me
I tell you the truth but you don't believe me
Thinking of love but I can't hear what you're saying
Tomorrow I'm leaving
Cause I'm not understanding you

You know parents are the same no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand

I remember one year
My mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
MY mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips!
I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"
She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"
There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home and told my Mom how my day went
She said, "If they were laughing you don't need them,
cause they're not good friends"
For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
So to you all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

Oh-kay, here's the situation
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
They left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind?
Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
Well, maybe I shouldn't
Yeah, of course I should
Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
That's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking
You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions
I honked my horn just to get her attention
She said, "Was that for me?"
I said, "Yeah"
She said, "Why?"
I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"
She said, "How do I know you're not sick?
You could be some deranged lunatic"
I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince =
Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"
She agreed and we were on our way
She was looking very good and so was I, I must say - word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes
She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast
The sun roof was open , the music was high
And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car
We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short - short
When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"
I almost had a heart attack that day
Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded
My parents had to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak - I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived
They took turns - one would beat me while the other was driving
I can't believe it, I just made a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land
Take it from me, parents just don't understand

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Perhaps it is you that is shook

-- That mong guy that's shit, Friday, 13 July 2007 11:04 (1 month ago)

Being a gangsta is so neat/ Yeah, gangsta beat for the street

Pinefox, Carmody and Hopkins together on one thread - a golden age.

-- Dr.C, Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:46 AM (17 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

Chorus:
Let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live mc's
Playground tactics
No rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

Pinefox, Carmody and Hopkins together on one thread - a golden age.

-- Dr.C, Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:46 AM (17 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

"I gotta ask, cuz I'm not sure/ Do anybody make real ish anymore?"

DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT - WE ALL KNOW SCOTT IS RIGHT AND HIS DESCRIPTION OF JESS FITS MANY FREQUENT POSTERS - WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, you worthless, gutless, heartless, spineless, smirky-faced, pseudo-intellectual, simple-minded, pitifully unfunny, self-hating, maladjusted, miserable glob of utter fucking human waste.
IF ANY OF US WERE HALF AS CLEVER AS MANY OF US TRY TO APPEAR WE'D ACTUALLY BE DOING SOMETHING VALUABLE, INSTEAD OF WANKING ONLINE. DEEP DOWN DON'T WE ALL KNOW THIS IS NOT A CREATIVE OR CRITICAL SPACE. AND YEAH, IT'S FUCKING NASTY IF YOU DON'T TIPTOE AROUND THE RIGHT PEOPLE.

bring on it fuckfaces...

DEEP DOWN DON'T WE ALL KNOW THIS IS NOT A CREATIVE OR CRITICAL SPACE.

^^^ the post that had to be made

he cuts and pastes the things the rest of us are afraid to cut and paste

I was gonna post that on the people vote for threads they found funny one afternoon thread but was too afraid. sad face.

you don't wanna fuck with Jagger when he's tryna make a list

This is the first time I think I've seen a thread revived with the express intention of making it the greatest ever seen on ILX

Where can we go with here though? This thread has it all: hate, betrayal, anger, history, shifting alliances, racism, religious struggle, Chali 2na. WHERE CAN IT GO?

anyone got a couch and an unreliable roommate?

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Shocked reactions to this thread from internet fans.

Shake your tambourine go and get yourself a whistle and..
Shake your tambourine go and get yourself a whistle and..
Shake your tambourine go and get yourself a whistle and..
Shake your tambourine go and get yourself a whistle and..

so gonna happen

one day someone should just start "rolling balkanised thread for shut-in aspie rubes" but that one person would look like a retard for a bit. i can't take that kind of pressure.

[watercooler zing]

[listless follow-up to watercooler zing]

[personal attack on watercooler poster]

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Reving Dog Latin threads was the Reichstag fire. Matt DC enacts Enabling Act. Banning of Dom and Mong was the communists getting it. Marcello was the Social Democrats.

Does this make you Ernest Bevin and stevem George Landsbury?

DL = twin towers, MDC = patriot act, Dom = al-Zarqawi, Mong = wrongly arrested innocent hard-working Asian Brit dudes, MC = MENEZES

Reviving Dog Latin threads was 9/11. Matt DC launches The War On Terror. Banning of Dom and Mong was the war in Afghanistan. Marcello was Iraq.

HenrQ = Abu Hamza, Acrobat = George Galloway, stevem...hmm, was there anyone nearby laughing and dancing when Menezes got shot

stevem: hans blix

Mong = wrongly arrested innocent hard-working Asian Brit

lol u typical brummie

I kind of feel like a backpacking student writing inane shit on the Berlin wall in marker pen at this stage

DEEP DOWN DON'T WE ALL KNOW THIS IS NOT A CREATIVE OR CRITICAL SPACE

I am completely out of my depth here

You’ve got to admit we hit a spot of bad form
We use to be hot but now it’s getting kinda of luke warm
Wouldn’t you agree we need a change of scenery
Instead of going through the motions like machinery
I think it’s time to change the oil in our motor
Instead of living by the same old rota
Good times yeah I know we had our quota
Don’t you think it’s time we go some place we never go to
I’m disinclined to sit and watch the dust settle
Turn up the heat and get like Popocatepetl
Grit your teeth and strike a blow against tedium
We could be happy if we struck a happy medium
I haven’t a clue where spontaneity went
But we are never impulsive to the same extent
Once upon and way back when I use to be keen
But now I need a break from the old routine

What do you mean we need a break from the old routine?
We need a break from the old routine

We just ain’t gelling anymore we are congealing
The same four walls and the same old ceiling
We got to find the knack to get the feeling back
Take up the slack and maybe you and I can stay intact
The two of us have got to get dynamic as a duo
Or we’ll be dealing with the Lost Love Bureau
We gotta make a winning stand not like Custar
We don’t lack the will we just lack the lustre
Once upon a time we took a shine
But the shine is growing dimmer in the daily grind
We may aspire to be climbing higher peaks
But we never get higher trying tired techniques
So look me in the eye and tell me straight
Try to deny that we’ve begun to stagnate
Because when I come to you I come clean
We need a break from the old routine

You know we’ve got the essential credentials
But we never seem to manage our potential
Why is this? We’re both too timid in the final analysis
We touch down but we can never convert
We’re pulling our punches but we’re still getting hurt
When love dies, check out the post mortem
The probable cause of death will be boredom
We need to open up our box of tricks
Giving love a chance to rise like Phoenix
Sublime to ridiculous and then back
Stacking the spice of life upon the spice rack
Till joy flows unchecked
And we can laugh at our troubles in retrospect
Here and now and by the same token
The old routine has to to be broken

Tell me exactly what you mean when you say to me
That what we really need
Is a break from the old routine

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xp

"the pinnacle of the "lol britpop" crew's zing culture."

whoever originally posted that really needs to do some suicide

-- DG, Thursday, September 13, 2007 8:02 PM (27 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

DG morelike dgay

DG argued his point quite well there i thought

what the fuck are any of you talking about?