The New HR.com Compilation Song--Write the Next Line

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Purge, Purge, he's our leader
He's the one that sucks our Pet....sweeter
than the last rhyme....I'm doing time
So, Purge Purge, hurry up..
Got my beer in a cup
 
PURGE! PURGE! the gang has converged
To go somewhat farther
Now get off your arse
Get us some more beer
Or this trip for you will get harder!
 
I've not the time baby
I've not the heart to play baby
Want you, want you
Take the time baby
You've got the heart baby
Want free,want free :confused:


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Get on the Bus to go for a ride!
Take you to JAM FEST,shake ya inside
RoCkIn' like a gurl with PMS in her brain
Her geetar playin' is quite insane!
 
PMS on her brain
A guitar that's insane
And I can't refrain
From causing more pain
By spending my time
Just posting dumb rhyme
After rhyme after rhyme
After rhyme after rhyme
 
Dumb ryhmes they may well be
certainly not the color of red
But, hey! Remember Tiny Tim
In the Tulips tip-toed him
He made his fame and a fortune too
Keep up these ryhmes
It just might work for you too!
 
I just realized my last phrase
Crossed over to the roses are red song
Now I'm really amazed
Sooooo now I must get back on track
This song now something lacks!
 
Woke up this mornin'
Didn't sleep in my bed
Smelt somethin' funny
His name was Dead Fred!
He stinks, he stinks, he stinks!
 
Crawled outta that grave hole
Was all covered with dirt
So I wiped off my face
With ol' Dead Freds' shirt!
He stinks, he stinks, he stinks!
 
When I am alone, thinking of compander wild thoughts
Opening up those portholes to enter bizzaro world
If you would layer these on striped video tape
The Creamy, Milky images would articulate!
WALTERS man, you are an inspiration
To the crazy in my fascination
WALTERS, its you, it's you
Yes,WALTERS! it's you
He says now who?
Me! it is TRUE!
Why you?
BOO!!!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
 
Into an atomically charged mirror of what may come to be
Passings endure, of sequenced overtures to delight
For one to another as it seductively envelops the night
Heart of hearts, the Queen of alluring romantic schemes
 
This week has been hellish and that ain't a lie
The "joys" of this life have made my head fry
If I weren't so bald, I'd pull out my hair
But the solos I've promised are coming...I swear!!

To all of you waiting so calm on the bus
Break out the booze and strike up a fuss
My so-overrated guitar will be here
So spank away, True...and save me a beer!

Dogman's been waiting a month and a half
I'm thinking that he'll be a-kickin' my ass
But I'll serve up a riff that'll ring like a bell
And he'll stare at his speakers and scream "HOLY HELL!!"
 
I don't kick no ass,
Momma throws a fit,
I don't kiss no ass,
Tastes like shit...
 
Some days I wonder why
People hurt each other the way they do
Even as much as I may try
To understand why this is true
I'd like to hang my head and cry
Quit and say 'I am through'
When a child wanders by
To remind me of what I already knew
 
I've read all these posts
And followed along
The rhythm keeps changing
But that isn't wrong.
There's no real cohesion
But it keeps going strong
With the right melody
It's a hell of a song.
 
Such high cost there can be
to the heart and the soul
Games played lightly
meant to amuse and entertain
Venturing into the thoughts
And soon the heart of one unknown

With only a glimpse of whom they are
Imaginings of whom they might really be
Incomprehensible of all these things
Angry and hurt, dirty tricks played destiny
Like a song churning in ones questionable heart
A shame, a cry, something left unsatisfied

Honor has no gratitude to give unto the brave
For it requires a price, the ransom of your heart
 
To put in the music
There's lots we could do
But we'll need help from Polter
and need help from True

The rhythm does change
So to measure the beat
How 'bout we record
True-eurt spanking our seats

Throw in some guitar
Prob'ly should use electric,
And some didgeridoo
Just to make it eclectic

The words don't all rhyme?
Let's pick some for a chorus
We've plenty of time
Just a-ridin' the short bus.
 
True-eurts' spirit has been broken
She hurts very deeply inside
A spanking to her cruel heart
Would be one so very wise

For perhaps a spanking would teach her
To think, before she spouts one of her quips
Not remembering the feelings of others
For this reason she has been a bitch. :(
 
I like songs
They're very good
But slightly less than
I like thongs
 
Okay, broken is over
The man-eaters back
Filling in the spaces
NOISEDUDE lacked.... :p
 
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