*scrapes throat*
i meant to say: i've got my opinion, you got yours. :)
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Thu 18 Nov 2004, 19:23,
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i meant to say: i've got my opinion, you got yours. :)
was the first of the gang with a glove in his hand ...
woo !
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Thu 18 Nov 2004, 19:20,
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woo !
Did you see these?
www.b3ta.com/board/3869687
www.b3ta.com/board/3940899
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Thu 18 Nov 2004, 20:26,
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www.b3ta.com/board/3869687
www.b3ta.com/board/3940899
All the money they spent getting the fucker to headline reading they could have used to get someone good. He is a shitbag, its official.
Woo pic but he is a cunt.
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Thu 18 Nov 2004, 19:25,
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Woo pic but he is a cunt.
the punch comes out of my own hand,
No, it's not like any other glove
This one is different - because it's mine
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Thu 18 Nov 2004, 19:32,
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No, it's not like any other glove
This one is different - because it's mine
and I really don't care
(you little charmer)
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Thu 18 Nov 2004, 20:14,
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(you little charmer)
Ah, lets post some lyrics from a song we used to play:
Verse 1
To hear you moaning on and on and on.
Its like an endless wet bank holiday,
and when I hear your very latest song,
I have to say...
Chorus:
Cheer up, Morrissey, it might never happen,
Cheer up, Morrissey, thats no way to be
Cheer up, Morrissey, that dismal vein you're tapping,
Worse things happen at sea.
Verse 2
I know you really hate the human race,
because you've told us time and time again
I sometimes wish you'd try to mend your face
just now and then...
[Chorus]
Middle Bit:
Glory days of jangly riffs
Johnny Marr and giant quiffs,
Lonely years of legal tiffs
With the other blokes out of the Smiths
Verse 3:
But sometimes tragedy can turn to farce,
although you may not mean it quite that way
you got gladioli up your arse,
I have to say...
[repeat chorus]
I used to play this while wearing a Morrissey mask wot I made.
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Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:49,
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Verse 1
To hear you moaning on and on and on.
Its like an endless wet bank holiday,
and when I hear your very latest song,
I have to say...
Chorus:
Cheer up, Morrissey, it might never happen,
Cheer up, Morrissey, thats no way to be
Cheer up, Morrissey, that dismal vein you're tapping,
Worse things happen at sea.
Verse 2
I know you really hate the human race,
because you've told us time and time again
I sometimes wish you'd try to mend your face
just now and then...
[Chorus]
Middle Bit:
Glory days of jangly riffs
Johnny Marr and giant quiffs,
Lonely years of legal tiffs
With the other blokes out of the Smiths
Verse 3:
But sometimes tragedy can turn to farce,
although you may not mean it quite that way
you got gladioli up your arse,
I have to say...
[repeat chorus]
I used to play this while wearing a Morrissey mask wot I made.

