She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
[COLOR="Silver"]What, you were maybe expecting something besides crappy 80s Rock lyrics?[/COLOR]
:D
Crappy lyrics. My kind of philosophy. Short simple and sometimes they rhyme. nice
I know. Flint and I have that in common, our love of 80s rocks lyrics. I just like to pull his, um...what is it? Leg! Yeah, leg.
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives.
Brilliant! Dokken did that song, I think.
(Oh shoot, I forgot about my pome of the day for Flint.)
lol
ok...Morning is broken. Infinite monkey has spoken.
Take my hand, we'll make it--I swear!
Shot through the heart and you're to blame. :mad:
You give luv a bad nayum.
:lol:
I love Rock n Roll
put another dime in the juke box, baby
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot?
And it's a world of dreaded fear
Where the only water flowing is a bitter sting of tears
maybe
someday
saved by zero
The hallmark of a good, cheesy love ballad is that you can imagine the lyrics are referring to Jesus, instead of a woman, and it makes just as much sense, e.g. "You're the meaning in my life, you're the inspiration," "Everything I do, I do it for you," etc.
Right, like choppin' broccoli!
Sure, Jesus chops apart the broccoli of my sin and crams it down the garbage disposal of God's forgiveness.
Busted flat in Nazareth, I was waiting to be saved
Feeling nearly lost as a sheep
Jesus thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
it drove us all the way to Bethlehem
I pulled my rosary out of my dirty red bandanna
I was prayin' soft while Jesus sang the blues
Windshield wipers slapping time
I was holdin' JC's crown of thorns
we sang every psalm that driver knew
Bein' saved's another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all that Jesus left me.
Well feeling saved was easy, Lord when Jesus sang the blues
and feeling saved was good enough for me,
good enough for me and J.H.C.
From the salt mines of King Solomon to the shores of Galilee,
Jesus shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of sinnin' and everything I've done,
and at night Jesus kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere outside of Calvary, Lord, I let him slip away,
He was lookin' for that cross and I hope he finds it
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single loaf of bread,
Or to watch Jesus turning water into wine.
Bein' saved's another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all that Jesus left me.
and Feeling saved was easy, Lord, when Jesus sang the blues.
Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and J.H.C.
J.H.C.
Good enough for me! :lol:
She makes the sign of a teaspoon he makes the sign of the wave
The poor boy changes clothes and he puts on aftershave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
Thanks. I wrote that one summer while bike touring through Glacier National Park.
Man oh man, those 80's videos. When MTV was about music and music video.
CLEAN UP THIS AREA RIGHT NOW!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE?!?!
I WANNA ROCK!
that is was very interesting fff,
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
rising up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watching us all with the :eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball::eyeball:
of the tiger!
No shit, is that what he's really saying? It's not Cream of the Night? Really?
Sure, Jesus chops apart the broccoli of my sin and crams it down the garbage disposal of God's forgiveness.
That one's goin' in the book.
If there's one thing I can't stand,
it's this bar and this cover band.
Someone has taken her in and given her
coooooooooooodeine.
She makes the sign of a teaspoon he makes the sign of the wave
The poor boy changes clothes and he puts on aftershave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
To compensate for his ordinary shoes.
Is he really talking about shoes?
To compensate for his ordinary shoes.
Is he really talking about shoes?
Of course not, just as she doesn't really slip into his pocket with his car keys. :rolleyes:
a squirrel in trouble is a temporary thing
were half way there oh oh living on a prayer...
A wild ride, over stony ground
Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town
We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid
Just like a river runs, like a fire needs flame
I burn for you
Can we do showtunes from musicals? Or is this a 80's tribute thread only?
There were no rules in the 80s, so there are no rules in this thread.
You post whatever you wanna post!
...now I'm only falling apart
Nothing I can do...
I have the Nicki French dance cover of that on an original release, still factory sealed, cassette that I'm putting in a time capsule to survive the Apocalypse 'cause it's one of my favorites. It's going along with other things I've used to entertain those close to my heart like my Lenox Eclipse china. Now I'm all set for the 2012 post apocalyptic party. :cool:
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You post whatever you wanna post!
It don't make no difference to me
you see, everybody's had to fight to be free
You don't have to live like a refugee
Sure, Jesus chops apart the broccoli of my sin and crams it down the garbage disposal of God's forgiveness.
That one's goin' in the book.
Does this mean you like me again, or is this just your big book of things you've heard crazy people say?
Does this mean you like me again, or is this just your big book of things you've heard crazy people say?
Both.
I don't ever remember not liking you, Flint.
It's just that you're crazy. But you know that, right? ;)
That's alright. Crazy is the new normal.
Are you calling me normal, HLJ? Well, I never!
Except that one time.
I don't ever remember not liking you, Flint.
Really? Oh, good. I guess I was over-sensitive about something.