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Streamjumper Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 10:01 am
This week's randomly selected contestants are The Pineapple Princess herself, and I, your host. To this I say one thing... BRING IT ON!
Since Cynder and Zelly both chose the same topic, Jihad, I turned to my lovely assistant, Luna, for help. She chose Outside the Box.
For reference, Jihad is songs about gaians we hate. Make sure to specify which individuals or groups exactly you're talking about. Outside the Box is about members of the AG who aren't participating in the game. Also, remember to say who you're victimizing with your song... as well as why.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 10:27 am
Akimbo----Spongebob SquarePants/His theme song
Just because he lives in a pineapple under the sea, hehe
"who lives in a Pineapple under the sea, SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS......"
Out Of The Box---Shoujo Phoenix---Cyndi Lauper/She's So Unusual/Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
I think this a perfect song for her because like the album title and the song title are kind of a link to her avatar because her clothing can be very unusual and fun at the same time, I don't know, maybe I stink at this
Stream---Motley Crue/ Girls, Girls, Girls
since you have had soo many proposals in the past, thought this was funny
Well, i had the song lyrics to give, but gaia messed up and deleted them, grr, so no lyrics for you, grrrrrrrrrrr
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 11:52 am
Misfits/ "American Psycho"/ American Psycho
This song is the closest I can come up with for Stream. Without the sex part....or the strangeling people.... ninja
Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Look into sick eyes...
I hate people!
Struggling to breathe -Go!
The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Look into sick eyes...
I hate people!
Struggling to breathe -Go!
Go! - A machine of penalty
Go! - The sweet insanity
Go! - Fade to black tranquility
You're lookin' through the eyes of a psycho!
An American psycho!
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 11:54 am
The Dresden Dolls / "Girl Anachronism" / The Dresden Dolls
Aki has been having a hard time lately. This song just kinda reminds me of her and I like it so, poof.
You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And cracks in my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That i'm not the carefullest of girls
You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And i keep on breaking more
And it looks like i am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder i could disengage
If i were any older i could act my age
But i dont think that youd believe me
It's
Not
The
Way
I'm
Meant
To
Be
It's just the way the operation made me
And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that i ate
Came a couple years too late
And ive got some issues to work through
There i go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That i have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose
I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism
And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That i'm not right now at all
There i go again
Pretending that i'll fall
Don't call the doctors
Cause they've seen it all before
They'll say just
Let
Her
Crash
And
Burn
She'll learn
The attention just encourages her
And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That i'm sorry that i asked
Though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
But i might be catching so don't touch
You'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off
And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance:
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
I dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 11:54 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:01 pm
For Stream, I believe I am going to have to go with
The Jaws Theme/???/The Jaws soundtrack...?
This song doesn't have any lyrics... but I think the sound of it fits Stream very well. xd
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:04 pm
JIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD
My Jihad is about none other than KtC. Oh how we hate that egotistical ******** March of Hope's Hidden track 'Your full of s**t'"/Life
(You know who the ******** you are...)
Ooh!
There's something about the way you walk,
There's something about the way you b***h and you nag
And you talk, yeah you talk too much
There's something about you that makes me
Gotta get away, gotta get away yeah yeah
There's something about you that makes me think
You're full of s**t
That's right
There's something about the way you smile, yeah
There's something about your dip s**t, stupid, dumb ******** style
There's something about you that makes me
Gotta get away, gotta get away yeah yeah
There's something about you that makes me think
You're full of s**t
That's right!
Go ******** yourself!
There's something about you that makes me
Gotta get away, gotta get away yeah yeah
There's something about you that makes me think
You're full of s**t!
You're full of s**t!
Lemme hear ya,
You're so full, full of s**t (that's right)
You're so full, full of s**t (4x)
(You got some serious ********' issues to work out)
You're so full, full of s**t (that's right)
You're so full, full of s**t (4x)
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:10 pm
Stream
ACDC/Highway to Hell/"Highway to Hell"
As inspired by Stream's bus to hell he's saying we're all going to take. I was going to save this one for the AMC, but I figured this was a better use for it.
Livin' easy, livin' free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow us down
Like a wheel gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin my dues
Playing in a rockin band
Hey mama, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me
(Solo)
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
(Highway to hell)
On the highway to hell
(Highway to hell)
Highway to hell
(Highway to hell)
I'm on the highway to hell
(Highway to hell)
And i'm going down all the way
I'm on the highway to hell
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:21 pm
Alright, for my Jihad, I think this song fits pretty much any Gaian who bothers me in their being overly egotistical, elitist, or hypocrite. KtC to name one, but this song isn't limited to just him.
And... I am not going to post all of these lyrics, because I really think that some of them would violate the PG-13 rule of Gaia...
Big Shots / Eyedea & Abilities / First Born
[Eyedea Verse 3]
My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards
The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker
Than them 'cause they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
Art you'll capture finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don't even flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
He says, "******** You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically
As it makes a parody of your passion
You tell friends you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
'Cause he's an a*****e. But you know he's got nice sound
You know what else? Your looking at him right now
[Hook]
I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me
Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak
I'm a big shot. s**t, can nobody fade me
The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props
The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:24 pm
Aki: Need a bit of time to find a song. I'll post it either later tonight or tomorrow
Jihad: Again, aimed at KtC.
Michael Jackson/"Beat it"
Well, while the entire song isn't completely appropriate, since it seems to sympathize with the one who needs to beat it, but still the overall message is pretty good for this.
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They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here
Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It
You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It
You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Who's Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:38 pm
And for Aki...
Pinch Me/Barenaked Ladies/Maroon
This song may be a little depressing, but I believe it fits her quite well.
It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess.
There's a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk, but I'll just drive
It's colder than it looks outside.
...then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on.
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.
It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Pinch Me
Pinch Me
Cos I'm still asleep.
Please God
Tell Me
That I'm still asleep
On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
If I Packed a car and leave this town
Who'll notice that I'm not around?
I could hide out under there
I just made you say 'underwear'
I could leave but I'll just stay
All my stuff's here anyway.
It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 1:22 pm
Jumping straight in with a Jihad Song
I chose this one because, like George Carlin, and I believe Orlan, I don't have pet peeves, I have massive psychotic hatreds.
Motograter / "Suffocate" / Motograter\Texas Chainsaw Massacre Remake
What's to say, heard you got roughed up
Once again you get left behind
Check yourself, don't get it twisted
Write yourself a formal ******** yourself, don't get it talked up
Got no qualms with taking your life
Quick to judge, quick to get tossed up
Dig yourself a formal good-bye
Suffocate, you're nothing to no one
Suffocate, you're living a lie
Suffocate, now you get nothing
No one left to help for you life
Got no love, get no love for you
No respect for you or your kind
Subjugate, now you got nothing
No one left to help you get by
Strap yourself, don't get it twisted
Kill yourself and that's how you die
Suffocate, you're nothing to no one
Suffocate, you're living a lie
Suffocate, you're nothing to no one
Suffocate, and that's how you die
I'm wasting precious moments trying not to suffocate
Some things aren't meant to be easy
Every muscle pulls the weight
Your face, empty, emotionless and ugly
Stamping, my hope, every single lie
You know, I can't, pull you above the storm
Everything, you got, you're just not who you pretend to ******** yourself, don't get it tossed up
Got no qualms with taking your ******** yourself, don't get it twisted
Dig yourself a formal good-bye
I'm wasting precious moments trying not to suffocate
Some things are meant to be easy
Every muscle pulls the weight
Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 1:39 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 9:49 am
StreamJumper
Virtual Insanity
Jamiraquoi (Traveling without moving)
Reasoning?
In bold. surprised It just reminds me of the Streamagator. whee
Oh yeah, what we're living in (let me tell ya)
It's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us
And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see
I can't breathe
No more will we be
And nothing's going to change the way we live
Cos' we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world we're living in
And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these -
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground
And I'm thinking what a mess we're in
Hard to know where to begin
If I could slip the sickly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother, can choose the colour
Of her child
That's not nature's way
Well that's what they said yesterday
There's nothing left to do but pray
I think it's time I found a new religion
Waoh - it's so insane
To synthesize another strain
There's something in these
Futures that we have to be told.
Futures made of virtual insanity - now
Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground
Now there is no sound
If we all live underground
And now it's virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, there's nothing so bad.
I know yeah
Of this virtual insanity, we're livin in.
Has got to change, yeah
Things, will never be the same.
And I can't go on
While we're livin' in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world, has got to change
Cos I just, I just can't keep going on, it was virtual.
Virtual insanity that we're livin' in, that we're livin' in
That virtual insanity is what it is
Futures made of virtual insanity - now
Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 9:57 am
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