Thread: Friday rolls 'round again.

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I sit in the corner
And no one can bother me
I think I should speak now (why won't you talk to me?)
I can't seem to speak now (you never talk to me)
My words won't come out right (what are you thinking?)
I feel like I'm drowning (what are you feeling?)
I'm feeling weak now (why won't you talk to me?)
But I can't show my weakness (you never talk to me)
I sometimes wonder (what are you thinking?)
Where do we go from here (what are you feeling?)
I feel like I'm drowning
(You never talk to me) you know I can't breathe now
(What are you thinking?) We're going nowhere
(What are you feeling?) We're going nowhere
(Why won't you talk to me?)
(You never talk to me)
(What are you thinking?)
(Where do we go from here?)

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Amen.

Aye withnall, I forgot it was Friday. All the days blurr into one. Besides which I was knackered

Ay up bespectabled breath stealers.

How are we on this groundhog Friday?

Been on this earth for about 22,894 days.

About 1 in 7 has been a Friday.

Here's another fucking groundhog Friday.


We were warned.

It says here that the Unions will never learn
It says here that the economy is on the upturn
And it says here we should be proud
That we are free
And our free press reflects our democracy
Those braying voices on the right of the House
Are echoed down the Street of Shame
Where politics mix with bingo and tits
In a money and numbers game
Where they offer you a feature
On stockings and suspenders
Next to a call for stiffer penalties for sex offenders
It says here that this year's prince is born
It says here do you ever wish
That you were better informed
And it says here that we can only stop the rot
With a large dose of Law and Order
And a touch of the short sharp shock
If this does not reflect your view you should understand
That those who own the papers also own this land
And they'd rather you believed
In Coronation Street capers
In the war of circulation, it sells newspapers
Could it be an infringement
Of the freedom of the press
To print pictures of women in states of undress
When you wake up to the fact
That your paper is Tory
Just remember, there are two sides to every story

When this album came out, i loved it.
13/14 years old then.

I had the first 3 albums, loved them, but always felt like they were peer imposed.

This one wasn't.

Well, I don't want no Jesus freak to tell me what it's all about
No black magician telling me to cast my soul out
Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe in peace
I've opened the door, now my mind's been released
Well, I don't want no preacher telling me about the god in the sky
No, I don't want no one to tell me where I'm gonna go when I die
I wanna live my life, I don't want people telling me what to do
I just believe in myself, 'cause no one else is true
Every day just comes and goes, life is one long overdose
People try to rule the nation, I just see through their frustration
People hiding their real face and keep on running their rat race
Behind each flower there grows a weed, in their world of make-believe
So believe what I tell you, it's the only way you'll find in the end
Just believe in yourself, you know you really shouldn't have to pretend
Don't let those empty people try and interfere with your mind
Just live your life and leave them all behind

Come on lads.

Everybody surely loves a bent squaddie.

Singing songs of love.

I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, "little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me"
She said, "it's hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly"
Yes, my little girly, that might be
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
There ain't nobody that can sing like me
We walked down by the Buckeye Creek
To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee
To hear the west wind whistle to the east
There ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Oh, my little girly, will you let me see
Way over yonder where the wind blows free?
Nobody can see in our holler tree
And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
There ain't nobody that can sing like me
Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
And laid it on the she and me
It stung lots worse than a hive of bees
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Now I've walked a long long ways
Still look back to my Tanglewood days
I've led lots of girls since then to stray
Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me

When Jesus gets his lazy arse down amongst us again.

Go to sleep, little baby
Go to sleep, a-little baby
You're mama's gonna sway
And your daddy's gonna pray
Won't you close your eyes, little baby?
Go to sleep, little baby
Go to sleep, a-little baby
Everybody's gone
Only us until the dawn
Won't you close your eyes, little baby?
You're a sweet little baby
You're a sweet little baby
The chair is gonna rock
But the cryin' don't stop
Gonna sing a little song to the baby
Don't you weep, pretty baby
Don't you weep, pretty baby
Almost had you down
And there was a sudden sound
Now we gotta start over, sleepy baby
Go to sleep, little baby
Go to sleep, a-little baby
So much more to do
And tomorrow's coming soon
Won't you rest 'til then, tired baby?
Go to sleep, little baby
Go to sleep, a-little baby
Come with me
But step carefully
At last, we've got a sleepin' baby

Oh my God
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee
Talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John, go do my will!"
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the light
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Oh yeah
Cut him down
Cut him down
Cut him down

Ni night.

Hope you all is well and good.

Ay up.

I've been axed fer a oncore.

All the prophets of doom
Can always find room
In a world full of worry and fear
Tip cigarettes
And chemistry sets
And Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer
So I'm goin' back
To my little ol' shack
And drink me a bottle of wine
That was mis en bouteille
Before my birthday
And have me a fuckin' good time!

Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum
We're marchin' for freedom today ... hey!
Turn on your headlights and sound your horn
If people get in the way

(More terrible harmonica playing)

Let me turn you on
To the Chromium Swan
On the nose of a long limousine
Even hire it for the day
It is somethin' to say
But what the hell does it mean?
I may be accused
Of bein' confused
But I'm average weight for my height
My phil-o-so-phy
Like colour TV
Is all there in black and white

RAI... Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum
We're marchin' for freedom today ... hey!
Turn on your headlights and sound your horn (honk honk)
If people get in the way

Whispering Bob.

Legend.

Suppose I’m a day late and a mile wrong…

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

Ay up bespectabled breath stealers.

How are we on this groundhog Friday?

Been on this earth for about 22,894 days.

About 1 in 7 has been a Friday.

Here's another fucking groundhog Friday.


We were warned.

It says here that the Unions will never learn
It says here that the economy is on the upturn
And it says here we should be proud
That we are free
And our free press reflects our democracy
Those braying voices on the right of the House
Are echoed down the Street of Shame
Where politics mix with bingo and tits
In a money and numbers game
Where they offer you a feature
On stockings and suspenders
Next to a call for stiffer penalties for sex offenders
It says here that this year's prince is born
It says here do you ever wish
That you were better informed
And it says here that we can only stop the rot
With a large dose of Law and Order
And a touch of the short sharp shock
If this does not reflect your view you should understand
That those who own the papers also own this land
And they'd rather you believed
In Coronation Street capers
In the war of circulation, it sells newspapers
Could it be an infringement
Of the freedom of the press
To print pictures of women in states of undress
When you wake up to the fact
That your paper is Tory
Just remember, there are two sides to every story

I is about 4;000 days younger than youse

Ay up sneezers and snotty noses.

Here's a cure, take roses and roses.

I'll sing you one, O Green grow the rushes, O What is your one, O? One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so.2. I'll sing you two, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your two, O? Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 3. I'll sing you three, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your three, O? Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 4. I'll sing you four, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your four, O? Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 5. I'll sing you five, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your five, O? Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 6. I'll sing you six, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your six, O? Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 7. I'll sing you seven, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your seven, O? Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 8. I'll sing you eight, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your eight, O? Eight for the April rainers, Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so.

9. I'll sing you nine, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your nine, O? Nine for the nine bright shiners, Eight for the April rainers, Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so.10. I'll sing you ten, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your ten, O? Ten for the Ten Commandments, Nine for the nine bright shiners, Eight for the April rainers, Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 11. I'll sing you eleven, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your eleven, O? Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and Ten for the Ten Commandments, Nine for the nine bright shiners, Eight for the April rainers, Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more shall be so. 12. I'll sing you twelve, O Green grow the rushes, O What are your twelve, O? Twelve for the twelve apostles, Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and Ten for the Ten Commandments, Nine for the nine bright shiners, Eight for the April rainers, Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbols at your door, and Four for the gospel-makers, Three, three arrivals! Two, two lily-white boys Clothed all in green, O One is one, and all alone, And ever more sh

Welcome to the inflicted Illympics.
Any spare fingers out there?

One is one.

A nod to those fat people who can't sprint.
The jelly wobble dance should be as powerful as running.

I think about the things that we should have done before
And the way things are going to end is about to fall
We took the wrong step years ago
We took the wrong step years ago
We took the wrong step years ago
Look around and see the warnings close at hand
Already weeds are writing their scriptures in the sand
We took the wrong step years ago
We took the wrong step years ago
We took the wrong step years ago
The morning Sun is rising casting rays across the land
Already nature's calling take heed of the warning
We took the wrong step years ago
We took the wrong step years ago
We took the wrong step years ago

Had a jab or two yet?

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