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Same here, but the only way one can improve something is by actually doing it.
Maybe we could get in a chat and maybe talk politics and whatnot
'Rattling the chains
Shaking the cage
Heed our war cry
Let there be no doubt
We want out
This is reckoning day'
AE - Yesterday is dead and gone
I like this lyrical piece from Aenema:
"♥♥♥♥ L. Ron Hubbard and ♥♥♥♥ all his clones
♥♥♥♥ all these gun toting hip gangster wannabes
♥♥♥♥ retro anything, ♥♥♥♥ your tattoos
♥♥♥♥ all you junkies and ♥♥♥♥ your short memory
♥♥♥♥ smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. ♥♥♥♥ these dysfunctional insecure actresses"
That whole song is just a treasure trove of amusing lyrics.
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica
Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you want to go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go
oh I want to take you down to
Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow
That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo
Martinique, that Montserrat mystique
We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry
And by and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity
Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights
That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high
Way down in Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go
oh I want to take you down to
Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow
That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo
Port au Prince, I want to catch a glimpse
Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo
Now if you want to go and get away from it all
Go down to Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go
oh I want to take you down to
Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow
That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go
you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cant do it like me. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stay mad, like I killed their mom or something
I you really Didn't care, You'd let it be, yo"
Those good old-fashioned balls we held so dear?
Nights filled with pleasure - I'll always treasure,
Gone are the days of our balls!
Give me those good old-fashioned balls I loved so much!
And all the tender things I loved to touch!
They've been laid away, long gone is the day
When our balls were a big, big thing!
We'd have things to eat - both cold and hot meat,
All garnished so pretty and grand!
And if you were tired, but still felt inspired,
Then you could depend on your hand some carriage.
Gone forever are the pretty girls
Gone forever are the kiss-and-tells
Folks would come for miles, they would always smile
At the sight of our balls so grand!
Everybody sing along and swish!
Where are those good old-fashioned balls of yesteryear?
Those good old-fashioned balls we held so dear?
They're such delight - both Friday and night,
Nothing but great big balls!
Bring back those good old-fashioned balls with tenderness!
Those good old-fashioned balls and fancy dress!
You'd be the hostess - who had the mostess,
If you'd but held those balls!
Today we have toasting and cha-cha-cha!
Back then we had frolicks and oomp-pah-pah!
The ladies were grand, they held in their hand
The power to pull off such balls and picnics.
Dah, dah, the jubilees!
Days of majesty and and fashion Jeeves!
Balls are nevermore what they were before,
They've been replaced by a cocktail party.
If they could return I would rejoice!
Hoist the flag on high and raise my voice!
All I can dream of, bring back the cream of
Those balls! Balls! Balls!