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Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:55

 

 

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Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:54

Originally posted by frenchie frenchie wrote:

ps K9 check out that thread you did about the logo stealing! its been moved to discussions not related to music

 

That litte picture you have at the bottom of your post is very child like Gothic bollox you see teenagers raving about.Absolutly nothing to do with prog...Move yourself Exit stage left,

 
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ps K9 check out that thread you did about the logo stealing! its been moved to discussions not related to music
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Points: 2234 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:41
Originally posted by Karnevil9 Karnevil9 wrote:

Originally posted by frenchie frenchie wrote:

cat food by crimson? lol

its far too good to be anything that ELP ever wrote anyway

 

Not so smart Frenchie we know you'r dad's sat there giving it away.

You saying these lyrics arn't better

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men?s ears
And rears it?s hideous head
Dread .... death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever?s blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
Danger!
Let the bridge computer speak
Stranger!
Load your program. I am yourself.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
Negative! primitive! limited! I let you live!
But I gave you life
What else could you do? 
To do what was right
I?m perfect! are you?


actually my dad knows nothing of prog, i havent seen him in over 2 years either so thats a no no

and these new lyrics you've given us, sums up primary school poetry well!
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:37
Originally posted by frenchie frenchie wrote:

cat food by crimson? lol

its far too good to be anything that ELP ever wrote anyway

 

Not so smart Frenchie we know you'r dad's sat there giving it away.

You saying these lyrics arn't better

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men?s ears
And rears it?s hideous head
Dread .... death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever?s blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
Danger!
Let the bridge computer speak
Stranger!
Load your program. I am yourself.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
Negative! primitive! limited! I let you live!
But I gave you life
What else could you do? 
To do what was right
I?m perfect! are you?


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Points: 2234 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:30

cat food by crimson? lol

its far too good to be anything that ELP ever wrote anyway

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Points: 762 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:26
Is it 'Les Dawson's - Piano concerto #3'
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Points: 5187 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:22

Originally posted by Vibrationbaby Vibrationbaby wrote:

I  don`t have enough time for this.


VB-go to the bathroom.Fill a glass with water.Open medicine cabinet.Locate "prozac".Open box and remove tablet.Place in mouth and drink from glass.Swallow.

Aah,better now?Wink



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I  don`t have enough time for this.
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: March 29 2005 at 16:04

Lets divide you young one up here...Come on young boys bet you don't know what track's this from?

Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the manager's door;
Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor;
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
Eat it and come back for more!

Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
Poisoned especially for you!

No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food

Not even fit for a horse!
 


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