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:lol: Raul, since I don't have the album in front of me, an I'm all ol an decrepid now, memorys failin, is it from "ride my see-saw?" Been SOOOOOO long since I've heard it(but I always liked the little eltronic noises that accompanied those particular verses) :P:lol:

Yep...that's the one... :rolleyes:

Hey, this is turning out to be a pretty cool, but somewhat convoluted, thread!! :lol:

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You want to look at me :lol::lol:

Here's a picture of me hiding behind a mask. Extra points if people know the story behind this photo:

Foiledagain-vi.jpg

looks like a giant baked potatoe......

heres some lyrics guess who does them

"I did my time, and I want out!

So abusive fate!

It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.

The reckoning, the sickening.

Back at your subversion.

Pseudo-sacred sick perversion.

Go to your classes, go dig your graves!

Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.

Sinking in,gitting smaller again.

undone! t has begun,I'm not the only one!

Slipknot...###### Iowegians and their cornfield band! oops... best thing to come out of Iowa since Johnny Carson....sad isn't it.

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NOW YOU'VE GONE AND DONE IT GREGG -- Took away tha FART ROOM an' LOOK at what's happened. No PLACE for tha guys to PASS those corrosive GASES an' now it's eating away AT THEIR BRAINS :lol: ! !

YOU'VE TURNED ALL THA ELVES INTO ORCS GREGG....... SAURON IS BACK <----- :lol:

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heres the lyrics to the whole song guess the band and the song name

and no cheating by using google :lol:

All work and no play makes me a dull boy...

All work and no play makes me a dull boy...

All work and no play makes me a dull boy...

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES ME A DULL BOY!

Live in a secret

Live in a lie

Live in a dark hole beneath the black sky

Live like a martyr and draw my last breath

Feel like an old man with a knife in my chest

Live like a transient

Live like a thief

Hide in a closet, grinding my teeth

Sit in a small room with the walls closing in

Open the shutters but everything's still dim

Payback

For all the things

I've done in my past

Payback

For everything

There are no take backs

[CHORUS]

I'm not the reason

It's not my fault

It's not my problem

I'm not the cause

I'm not your scapegoat

I'm not your god

I'm not your martyr

I'd leave you all

I'm not the reason - (I'm not your scapegoat)

It's not my fault - (I'm not your god)

It's not my problem - (I'm not your martyr)

I'm not the cause - (I'd leave you all)

All work and no play makes me a dull boy

Feel like a clown without my funny nose

Walk to the window break it out with my fist

Jump from the sill and I'll plunge to my death

You can be selfish whatever ya think

Throw back my pills and take a sip of my drink

Walk under the clouds

Walk under the trees

Always again envy covering me

Payback

For all the things

I've done in my past

[CHORUS]

Sunshine's gone

It's all gone

By the way, just so you know

Always, this is how I feel

By the way, just so you know

Always, everyday, this is how I feel

I'm not the reason

It's not my fault

It's not my problem

I'm not the cause

I'm not your scapegoat - (I'm not your scapegoat)

I'm not your god - (I'm not your god)

I'm not your martyr - (I'm not your martyr)

This is how I feel - (This is how I feel)

By the way, just so you know

Always, everyday, this is how I feel...

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looks like a giant baked potatoe......

Slipknot...###### Iowegians and their cornfield band! oops... best thing to come out of Iowa since Johnny Carson....sad isn't it.

Johnny Carson was from Nebraska, but I came from Iowa, the land of some of the world's best dirt track stock car racing, and the Knoxville Nationals. The best thing to ever come out of Iowa was nice fresh Muscatine Mellons.

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heres the lyrics to the whole song guess the band and the song name

and no cheating by using google B)

All work and no play makes me a dull boy...

All work and no play makes me a dull boy...

All work and no play makes me a dull boy...

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES ME A DULL BOY!

Live in a secret

Live in a lie

Live in a dark hole beneath the black sky

Live like a martyr and draw my last breath

Feel like an old man with a knife in my chest

Live like a transient

Live like a thief

Hide in a closet, grinding my teeth

Sit in a small room with the walls closing in

Open the shutters but everything's still dim

Payback

For all the things

I've done in my past

Payback

For everything

There are no take backs

[CHORUS]

I'm not the reason

It's not my fault

It's not my problem

I'm not the cause

I'm not your scapegoat

I'm not your god

I'm not your martyr

I'd leave you all

I'm not the reason - (I'm not your scapegoat)

It's not my fault - (I'm not your god)

It's not my problem - (I'm not your martyr)

I'm not the cause - (I'd leave you all)

All work and no play makes me a dull boy

Feel like a clown without my funny nose

Walk to the window break it out with my fist

Jump from the sill and I'll plunge to my death

You can be selfish whatever ya think

Throw back my pills and take a sip of my drink

Walk under the clouds

Walk under the trees

Always again envy covering me

Payback

For all the things

I've done in my past

[CHORUS]

Sunshine's gone

It's all gone

By the way, just so you know

Always, this is how I feel

By the way, just so you know

Always, everyday, this is how I feel

I'm not the reason

It's not my fault

It's not my problem

I'm not the cause

I'm not your scapegoat - (I'm not your scapegoat)

I'm not your god - (I'm not your god)

I'm not your martyr - (I'm not your martyr)

This is how I feel - (This is how I feel)

By the way, just so you know

Always, everyday, this is how I feel...

As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed

And a bundle of newspaper under my head

I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be

Concerning myself, and somebody like me

We were in some city, the stranger and me

The houses were open, and the streets empty

The windows were bare, and the pavements dirty

I asked where I was; my companion ignored me

We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone

The graves were disturbed, and the coffins wide open

And the corpses were rotten, yet each one was living

Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling

I cried out in fear, but my voice had left me

My legs were deformed, yet I moved quite freely

My head was on fire, yet my hands were icy

And everywhere light, yet darkness engulfed me

I managed to scream and woke from my slumber

I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered

Where had I been? What could it mean?

It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under

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Actually Johnny was originally from Iowa.

From Wikipedia:

"Carson was born in Corning, Iowa, to parents Homer "Kit" Lloyd Carson, a power company manager, and Ruth Hook Carson. Johnny Carson grew up in southwest Iowa until the age of 8 years old when the family moved to Norfolk, Nebraska, where he learned to perform magic tricks, debuting as "The Great Carsoni" at age 14."

Best things to come from Iowa?

1-My wife.

2-Richie Hayward, drummer for Little Feat, born in Ames.

3-The late, great Tommy Bolin, guitarist for Zephyr, Billy Cobham, (the great jazz drummer), the James Gang, (post Joe Walsh & the Dominic Troiano), Deep Purple, (post Ritchie Blackmore before the original breakup in the 70's), & solo, born in Sioux City. RIP Tommy.

4-The Knoxville Nationals.

5-Tiny Lund, winner of the 1963 Daytona 500, born in Harlan. RIP Tiny.

6-Ernie Derr, Ramo Stott, Don White, Dick Hutcherson & Ron Hutcherson, all from Keokuk, all winners & some champions in IMCA, ARCA, USAC & NASCAR stock car racing.

7-Walter, "Radar" O'Reilly, from M*A*S*H, born in Ottumwa.

Ok, that last one was in jest. I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention!! :P:D

B)

Mark, I'd forgot that Johnny was born in Iowa and then moved to Nebraska. I'm getting old and my brain cells are dying, you know. You mentioned the drivers from Keokuk, and I'm sitting here trying to think of the names of the drivers that I drove against back in the seventies, and not having much success. LOL

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Speaking of Iowa, I've had 4 recruiters this week contact me with the same job description that has the same typo: "Location: Des Moines, AZ". I asked each to verify with their clients that the position was actually Des Moines, Iowa..... a couple them didn't realize there was a difference between Arizona and Iowa. ARGGGGH

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Speaking of Iowa, I've had 4 recruiters this week contact me with the same job description that has the same typo: "Location: Des Moines, AZ". I asked each to verify with their clients that the position was actually Des Moines, Iowa..... a couple them didn't realize there was a difference between Arizona and Iowa. ARGGGGH

Well, yeah, ya know they are kind of close.

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Yes, and the climates are so similar.. <_<

And Arizona and Iowa look they both have ... "A" um.... "I" and "O"

I didn't know they grew Cactus in Iowa..., but it's been some time since I have been through Iowa.

Didn't see any Cows last time I was in AZ, though.

They are both in the good ole US of A... what bloody more do you want?

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As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed

And a bundle of newspaper under my head

I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be

Concerning myself, and somebody like me

We were in some city, the stranger and me

The houses were open, and the streets empty

The windows were bare, and the pavements dirty

I asked where I was; my companion ignored me

We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone

The graves were disturbed, and the coffins wide open

And the corpses were rotten, yet each one was living

Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling

I cried out in fear, but my voice had left me

My legs were deformed, yet I moved quite freely

My head was on fire, yet my hands were icy

And everywhere light, yet darkness engulfed me

I managed to scream and woke from my slumber

I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered

Where had I been? What could it mean?

It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under

pink floyd <_<

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You want to look at me :blink::lol:

Here's a picture of me hiding behind a mask. Extra points if people know the story behind this photo:

Foiledagain-vi.jpg

Story.... alcohol?

NOW YOU'VE GONE AND DONE IT GREGG -- Took away tha FART ROOM an' LOOK at what's happened. No PLACE for tha guys to PASS those corrosive GASES an' now it's eating away AT THEIR BRAINS :blink: ! !

YOU'VE TURNED ALL THA ELVES INTO ORCS GREGG....... SAURON IS BACK <----- :lol:

So that's how it was done? never saw that scene from lord of the rings!

I don't know about you guys but for me, only one song comes to mind when reading this....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OASSJ7WPLrw

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The story behind this photo:

Foiledagain-vi.jpg

That was a "halloween photo" put on the former Hobby Heaven message board. That year a guy showed up on the board requesting help with Bare Metal Foil. He could barely type a coherent sentence; either no caps or all caps, no punctuation and crazy run-on sentences. Long story short, he was having a miserable time with BMF. He asked for help, and many people attempted to help him figure it out; he got the best advice possible from many sources. Instead of thanking people, he got belligerent and nasty because he was still unable to get good results with the stuff. People emailed him with help and got nasty replies. I was one of them. He kept posting about the foil as if he had never posted about it before, people continually tried to help him even after their heads were bitten off, eventually it was clear that without face-to-face intervention he was never going to be happy! I doubt he ever did learn how to apply BMF, and with his belligerent attitude, his lack of aptitude, and never once offering a "thanks", well...the idea for the photo was pretty timely. A "self" portrait of a belligerent guy (whose name became legendary over there) covered in tinfoil and bandages, sticking his tongue out at everyone. Accompanied by a crazy run-on sentence attacking all who dared give him such "bad" advice. You had to be there... :lol:

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