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  1. Dubov, a famous artist self-stranded on Gilligan's Island: Nincompoop! It's upside-down!
  2. What a splendid idea! I can bump what I've done so far but it grinds my ass that I can't complete my masterpiece! The Sistine Chapel of emoticon art must remained incomplete! Woe is me! I don't mean to steal your thunder, but. . . Hint: Look at the first post on this page You bastard!!!! How did you use that many emoticons? Probably because you were using "house" emoticons. Harumph and all that! (j/k . . . you done good! Very artsy fartsy and I think we've stumbled on a new art form here tonight!) I have not yet reached the emoticon ceiling. Radar O'Reilly: [parrots a comment about art] Ahh, Bach!
  3. What a splendid idea! I can bump what I've done so far but it grinds my ass that I can't complete my masterpiece! The Sistine Chapel of emoticon art must remained incomplete! Woe is me! I don't mean to steal your thunder, but. . . Hint: Look at the first post on this page
  4. What a splendid idea!
  5. Go Bang! Shriekback (Go bang... go bang) Everybody sick of ordering pizza , everybody tired of holding hands Everybody had their share of small-talk, everybody bored of making plans Everybody had their feet inspected , everybody had to get a grip Everybody got their plastic bullets, everybody shooting from the hip Everybody bites the hand that feeds them , everybody had their one-night stands. EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. Everybody had their blood-transfusion, everybody got their ironing done Everybody had their cash invested, everybody called it good clean Fun Everybody here been disinfected , everybody waiting for the off Everybody gets the silent treatment , everybody is afraid to cough Everybody ate a hearty breakfast, everybody loves that kind of thang . EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. Everybody here Everybody here Everybody here GO BANG. (Go bang) Everybody here Everybody here Everybody here GO BANG. (Go bang) Everybody here Everybody there Everybody here and everywhere (I say) Everybody here GO BANG. Everybody here GO - BANG Everybody here is making whoopee , everybody here got purple hair Everybody got their Black&Decker - blood and fettucine everywhere Everybody do their Zulu wardance , doing something with a piece of wood Everybody here can't get arrested, everybody wishes someone would Everybody getting paranormal , everybody here in Wonderland. EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. Everybody want their milk and biscuits, everybody wants their bed of nails Everybody wants to feel romantic , everybody knows what this entails Everybody needs their feeding-frenzy , everybody needs to justify Everyone inclines to reproduction , everybody has an alibi Everybody wants a private income , everybody plays the Steinway grand EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. EVERYBODY HERE GO BANG. Everybody here Everybody here Everybody here GO BANG. (Go bang) Everybody here Everybody here Everybody here GO BANG. (Go bang) Everybody here Everybody there Everybody here and everywhere (I say) Everybody here GO BANG. Everybody here GO - BANG Everybody here GO BANG. Everybody here GO - BANG
  6. Post Post-modern Man DEVO If I had a hammer I’d wake up my neighbors Pounding out a rhythm All about you If I had a pencil I’d push me some paper I’d build a skyscraper To get close to you If I had a lasso I’d sail out the window And land on an island Next to you If I had a hot rod I’d fasten up my seatbelt And break the speed limit Gettin’ to you But I ain’t got a hammer And I ain’t got a pencil And I ain’t got a lasso So I’m doing it the hard way Like a post post-modern man If I had a credit card I’d clear me a pathway Through the deepest jungle Right to your door If I had a camera I’d snap away my fingers And collect up the pictures . . . Of you of course But I ain’t got a hot rod And I ain’t got a credit card No chance for a camera So I’m doing it the hard way Like a post post-modern man Well I ain’t got a hammer And I ain’t got a lasso No chance for a camera So I’m doing it the hard way DEVO--Post Post-modern Man video @ YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtWSlAi1uJg...ch=mothersbaugh
  7. 175 mile difference
  8. I'm gonna sing The Doom Song, now! Doom! Doom! Doom-doom, doom Doom! Doom! Doom! Doom! Doom-doom, doom Doom! Doom! Dooooooom! Doom! Doom! Doom-doomy doom Doom-doom. . . .
  9. The Witch Queen Of New Orleans Redbone Marie Marie la voodoo veau she'll put a spell on you. Marie Marie la voodoo veau she'll put a spell on you. Marie Marie la voodoo veau she's the witch-queen oh of New Orleans of New Orleans. I'm gonna tell you a story strange as it now seems of zombie voodoo gris gris and the witch-queen of New Orleans. She lived in a magic possessed by the devils skew from a shack near the swamp lands made of mud be brick. Marie stirred her witches brew. Marie Marie... Dime or a nickel anyone could buy voodoo of any kind she had potions and lotions herb and tanna leaves guaranteed to blow your mind early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew vanished Marie with hate in her eyes tho' she'll never return all the cajuns knew a witch-queen never dies.
  10. My brother the bass player's band played this song at their concert. Now when I see the lyrics, I can only hear in my head some scrawny weedy voice who cannot hit all the notes. Kinda like when Eddie Murphy sang 'Roxanne' off-key, with headphones on, in 48 Hours.
  11. PFFT You Were Gone by Buck Owens album: Too Old to Cut the Mustard? (1972) Archie Campbell/Buck Owens/Hee Haw Down here on the farm the weather gets messy Laying around with nothin' to do When you went away, you took my cow Bessie I miss her darling, more than I miss you You took off your leg, your wig and your eye glass And you shoud've seen the look on my face I wanted to kiss, I wanted to hug you But you were scattered all over the place Chorus: Where, where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over, And thought I found true love. You met another and Phht! you were gone. I know that you loved me, here's my way of knowing The proofs hanging out right there on the line When I see the snow and feel the wind blowing Your nighties hugging them long johns of mine The noises you made at our supper table Your habits, my dear, were surely absurd But how many times do I have to tell you Soup is a dish to be seen and not heard Chorus: Where, where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over, And thought I found true love. You met another and Phht! you were gone. Remember you phoned me a-sobbin' and cryin' The dog bit your maw, and drug her around You said she looked pale and thought she was dying I said "Don't worry, I'll buy a new hound." I had six kids and you had eleven And we had a boy, and they grew like flowers I wish you'd come back, without you ain't heaven 'Cause your kids and my kids are beatin' up ours Chorus: Where, where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over, And thought I found true love. You met another and Phht! you were gone. I searched the world over, And thought I found true love. You met another and Phht! you were gone...