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Journal FortKnox's Journal: Whatcha gonna do... 32

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?

The only thing I hate worse than my wife's choice of music is how it gets stuck in my head!

Someone give me at least a decent song to get stuck in my brain!
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  • Slow Down!
    Baaaaaabeeeee now you're moving way too fast
    You gotta gimmie good lovin;
    Gimmie little lovin'
    If you want our love to last.

    Used to walk you home
    baby after school
    (carry your books home too)
    But now you got a boyfriend
    down the street,
    Baby what you're tryin' to do?

    (You'd better)
    Slow Down!
    Baaaaaabeeeee now you're moving way too fast
    You gotta gimmie good lovin;
    Gimmie little lovin'
    If you want our love to last.
  • this shit is bananas
  • Through early morning fog I see
    Visions of the things to be,
    The pains that are withheld for me,
    I realize and I can see...

    That suicide is painless,
    It brings on many changes
    And I can take or leave it if I please.

    The game of life is hard to play,
    I'm going to loose it anyway,
    The loosin' card I'll someday lay;
    So this is all I have to say...
  • that's all you get

    guaranteed to get stuck

  • Everybody: LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS
    \;;/, . ,\;;/


    Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
    Suicide is slow with liquor
    Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
    Then it floods away tommorows
    (Away tommorows)

    Evil thoughts and evil doings
    Cold, alone you hang in ruins
    Thought that you'd escape the reaper
    You can't escape the master keeper

    'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie
    Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why
    Then you ask from your cask, is there life after bi

  • The little bell lies on the ground
    Although it tries it cannot sound
    It used to ring across the air
    Its sweetened tone would linger there

    But from a careless hand it rocked
    Its shell is only made of crock
    Although it lies there split in two
    It still tries to ring out to you

    Now deep inside my wooden clock
    There is a tick but not a tock
    Although into the room it chimes
    It only tells me half the time

    Why do you leave me so confused
    I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose
    Oh what is wrong my wooden clock
    It breaks my heart to see
  • Into the distance, a ribbon of black
    Stretched to the point of no turning back
    A flight of fancy on a windswept field
    Standing alone, my senses reel
    Fatal attraction is holding me fast
    How can I escape its irresistable grasp?

    Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
    Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I

    Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
    Unheeded warnings, I thought I'd thought of everything
    No navigator to find my way home
    Unladen, empty, and turned to stone

    A soul in tension th

  • Speak to me in a language I can hear
    Humour me before I have to go
    Deep in thought I forgive everyone
    As the cluttered streets greet me once again
    I know I can't be late, supper's waiting on the table
    Tomorrow's just an excuse away
    so I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own

    The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet
    At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk
    Steeple guide me to my heart and home
    The sun is out and up and down again

    I know I'll make it, love can last forever
    Graceful swans of never topple
  • Mmmmclicky []
  • is dancing to it with a foxy seventeen year old bridesmaid at a wedding. It was then followed by Gwen Stefani's "BANANAS" song. Of course if she persists, you can always quote the ODB:
    Bitch you obey me
    Better not betray me
    Be calling the cops
    Sayin' this is his baby
    I want pussy- for free!
  • Now there's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack,
    Make no mistake she's the girl I gonna take,
    And a lot of other fella's that would get upon her track,
    but I'm thinkin' that they'll have to get up early.

    Mary Mack's mother's making Mary Mack marry me,
    My mother's making me marry Mary Mack.
    And I'm gonna marry Mary so my Mary will take care o' me,
    We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mack.

    Now this wee lass she has a lot of cash,
    She has a lot of brass...her father thinks I'm gas,
    And I'd be a silly ass
  • Zombie! Zombie! Zombie-ie-ie-ie...
  • I am a schoolbus driver []

    You don't know evil stuck in your head until you've heard this.

  • BadgerBadgerBadger []!

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