Nasty Habits
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The Land of the Blue Sky
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PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 10:08am: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 9:59am: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 8:04am: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 7:36am: Factory Girl wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 7:20am: LadyJane wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 7:07am: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 24 th, 2008 at 7:05am: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 10:09pm: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 9:10pm: Pdog wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 8:45pm: mojoman wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 7:57pm: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 5:20pm: Pdog wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 4:21pm: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 2:54pm: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 2:37pm: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 2:11pm: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 1:22pm: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 12:45pm: Pdog wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 11:33am: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 9:34am: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 23 rd, 2008 at 7:02am: Riffhard wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 9:23pm: Pdog wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 7:36pm: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 1:04pm: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 12:53pm: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 11:46am: Pdog wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 10:39am: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 8:18am: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 7:41am: PartyDoll MEG wrote on Apr 22 nd, 2008 at 5:09am: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 21 st, 2008 at 10:41pm: Starbuck wrote on Apr 21 st, 2008 at 7:53pm: Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 21 st, 2008 at 4:52pm: Fiji Joe wrote on Apr 21 st, 2008 at 4:26pm: Pdog wrote on Apr 21 st, 2008 at 3:57pm: Fiji Joe wrote on Apr 21 st, 2008 at 2:14pm: Quote:Nasty Habits wrote on Apr 17 th, 2008 at 5:57pm: Gazza wrote on Apr 17 th, 2008 at 5:44pm: Quote: Pretty easy to skip if it bothers anyone. Pdog wrote on Apr 17 th, 2008 at 2:15pm: ... There's tons of suckiness in rock and roll... If the devil hasn't got 'em the DLM does! You really are an asshole... ..any way you look at it, they're both faking the funk Well, at least in your eyes I'm still punk. let em' crash let em' burn... Rotten things were in Denmark. how many "posts inside a post" can we get into the above white box? it's kinks week! we're all punk as fuck! I don't know, but let's find out. I'm all for making history What lies in wait on the other side of this project? you so bad Nasty!! You spin me right round round right round you can't give those bad boys away at the flea market any more. . . . man I hate that song. Ain't love grand is an album by X.... IS ANYONE ALIVE OUT THERE?? The Bruce juice doesn't seem like it's going to help BarRocky win PA! the Dem Party is a beautiful thing. It has also all but assured a win. Riffy . . . compression . . . obviously causing some bleed-over into Bizar-RO . . . a shadow land where mirror-posters am posting sdrawkcab it just keeps growing Nasty!!! That's what she said! Just watch how nasty gets dirty as the best of them. Oh this shit is making me dizzy.... Hold on Meg! Don't Ah that is much better. Thanks Nasty God Cock Iraq Barrack!!! What will happen when the blue lines touch? I'm an elite punk rocker! YES!!! I'm that punk! Put on your best dress baby And darlin', fix your hair up right Cause there's a party, honey Way down beneath the neon lights All day you've been working that hard line Now tonight you're gonna have a good time I work five days a week girl Loading crates down on the dock I take my hard earned money And meet my girl down on the block And Monday when the foreman calls time I've already got Friday on my mind When that whistle blows Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street He don't, hang around, with the gang no more. He don't do the wild things that he did before. He used to act bad, Used to, but he quit it. It make me so sad. Cause I know that he did it for me. (Yes he did now) And I can see...(It's still in the streets) His heart, out in the street. (He don't, comb his hair, like he did before He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more.) But he's not the same, Somethin' about his kissin' That tells me he's changed. I know that something's missing inside. (mumble mumble) Somethin's died...(It's still in the streets) His heart, out in the street. He don't hang around with the gang no more. (Out in the street) He don't hang around with the gang no more. (Out in the street) He don't hang around with the gang no more. (Out in the street) We're so twisted.... You're out on the streets Livin' on your own You're out on the streets So far from home When you're out on the streets You can't understand what's goin' on You're out on the streets Your heart's your only home You're out on the streets You're livin' on your own You're out on the streets So far, so far from home When you're out on the streets I can't understand what's goin' on You're out on the streets Your heart's your only home You lunatics!!!!!!!!!! Thank God for our new emoticon. It really fits viewing this thread. I'm dizzy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LJ. Well, I'm glad for Hilsy. These thread are hard to read, and they make me dizzy too. In time, perhaps they can be re-formatted to be more reader-friendly. Out! Out in the street I'm talkin' 'bout slowly I'm not gonna rest Woman, you don't know me Yeah, you don't know me, no Know me, no Know me, no Yeah, but I'm a-gonna know you Hey listen, woman You just can't throw me I won't stand it If you don't know me If you don't know me, no Know me, no Know me, no Yeah, but I'm a-gonna know you :charliesgoodtonite Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night It's hard to compete In a dead-end street With frustration in your line of sight Do you ever stop to think Do you ever stop at all Do you have the time to feel And if you do Do you know the feeling's real Followed a sign that Pointed the way And I found myself Right back at that start I like to feel good I've tried feeling sad But I can't stand a broken heart Don't wanna wait till my dyin' day To realise I guess I'm lucky in A strange kinda way 'cause it's clear before my eyes Hanging out, down the street The same old thing we did last week Not a thing to do But talk to you Steal your car, and bring it down Pick me up, we'll drive around Wish we had A joint so bad Pass the street light Out past midnight Ahh...... Hanging out, down the street The same old thing we did last week Not a thing to do But talk to you Rooster hits the washboard and people just got smile, Blinky thumps the gut bass, and solos for a while. Poorboy twangs the rythm out on his kalamazoo Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo. Down On The Corner out in the street.Willy and the poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Huh! Down on the street Where the faces shine. Floatin' around i'm A real low mind. See a pretty thing - ain't no wall. See a pretty thing - ain't no wall. No wall, No wall, No wall. Uuh! Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love. Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love. A thousand lights Look at you. A thousand lights Look at you. I'm lost, i'm lost, i'm lost - yeah. Huh Faces shine - real low mind. Real low mind. I'm a real low mind. Real low mind
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