Another Day in Paradise (Zot lyrics!)

Phil Collins

[HappyThanksgiving FreeRepublic]

She calls out to the man on the street, "Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep. Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back, he pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street, seems embarassed to be there

Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it

She calls out to the man on the street, he can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet, she can't walk, but she's trying

Oh, just think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, uh - huh, just think about it

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh oh Lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell by the lines on her face, you can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from everyplace, cause she didn't fit in there

Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, uh - huh, just think about it

It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me, it's another day for you and me
It's another day for you and me in paradise
In paradise, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

[TheBigB]

So what's the problem?

[steve8714]

homelessexplosionduringrepublicanadministration.com?

[netmilsmom]

Well, Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Troll!
Welcome to FR, this is going to be fun.

[eyespysomething]

I hear people talkin' bad,
About the way we have to live here in this country,
Harpin' on the wars we fight,
An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be.
An' I don't mind 'em switchin' sides,
An' standin' up for things they believe in.
When they're runnin' down my country, man,
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.

I read about some squirrely guy,
Who claims, he just don't believe in fightin'.
An' I wonder just how long,
The rest of us can count on bein' free.
They love our milk an' honey,
But they preach about some other way of livin'.
When they're runnin' down my country, hoss,
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.

Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.

Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.

[MissAmericanPie]

Should we pack our bags for this guilt trip?

[Lead Moderator]

It's no use saying that it's alright, it's alright.
But where were you after midnight, midnight.
Heard a Bang, Bang, Bang; Down they go
It's just a job you do
Cos the harder they run, and the harder they fall.
I'm coming down hard on you.

Now no-one saw what you looked like, what you looked like
Like a stranger you came out of the night, out of the night
Cos someone put the word on you, and I hope my aim is true.

Cos I got a name, and I got a number, I gotta line on you
I got a name, and I got a number, I'm coming after you

Don't keep saying that it's alright, it's alright,
It seems you went just a little too far this time
Heard a Bang Bang Bang, and down you go,
It's just a job I do,
Cos the harder you run the harder you fall,
I'm coming down hard on you, hard on you - I hope my aim is true.

I got a name, and I got a number, I got a line on you
I got a name, and I got a number, and I'm coming after you

Keep running, Keep running; city to city
Even if you're innocent,
You can cause too much embarrassment
And though your heart is breaking,
And you know there's no mistaking.
Cos you feel your life line breaking (keep running, keep running)
You can feel your hands are shaking (keep running, keep running)
And no-one answers the telephone
You can never never ever go home alone
and though your heart is aching
and you know there's no mistaking.
The footsteps close behind.

Now don't pretend that you sleep at night, but sleep tight
And can't you feel that the time is right, it's alright.
Heard a Bang Bang Bang, and down you go
Oh no-one really cares
Cos the harder you run, and the harder you fall.
I'm coming down hard on you, hard on you - I'm hoping that my aim is
true.

I got a name, and I got a number, I got a line on you
I got a name, and I got a number, I'm coming after you

I got a name, and I got a number, I got a line on you
I got a name, and I got a number, I got a job to do. 

[EggsAckley]

It MUST be Thanksgiving; look at the huge turkey that just showed up, ready to be plucked and flamed.

[dighton]

[netmilsmom]

>>It MUST be Thanksgiving; look at the huge turkey that just showed up, ready to be plucked and flamed.<<

ROTFLMAO!

[stainlessbanner]

5......4......3.....2......

[socal_parrot]

Happy Thanksgive to you too!!

Bye!

[johniegrad]

2003 Generosity Index - (Surprise - Conservatives More Generous)

[glock rocks]

Dead Skunk
( Loudon Wainwright III )

Crossin' the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn't see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are!

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose!
Roll up yer window and hold yer nose
You don't have to look and you don't have to see
'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog
On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog
Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon
The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon!
You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

C'mon stink!

You got it!
It's dead, it's in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle!
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high heaven!
All over the road, technicolor man!
Oh, you got pollution
It's dead, it's in the middle
And it's stinkin' to high, high Heaven!

[timpad]

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, i am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.

How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.

Troll Scout - 2/83 Free Republic Cavalry (ZOT) The Viking Kittens

[TommyUdo]

My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that b***h
He tells me every day
He says man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way
She sits on her a$$
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don't you get a job

I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
Cause that girl's got expensive taste

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don't you get a job

Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don't come along
every day

Let me tell you about my other friend now

My friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that d**k
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don't you get a job

[timpad]

[avg_freeper]

You know why they don't have a job or a place to live you idgit. Because of rent control, minimum wage, workers comp., and all the other obstacles that you liberal jerks have thrown at ‘em. You are the pox on our nation.

Their misery is your doing.

[headsonpikes]

I got a name, and I got a number, I'm coming after you...

I'll bet you mods have that playing on your headphones 24/7. ;^)

[Frank_Discussion]

VERY Good! Bravo!

[Graybeard58]

You can tell by the lines on her face, you can see that she's been there

Probably a "crack ho". Sounds like she needs to get a job. If she comes to my neighborhood, I'm calling the cops and siccing my dog on her.

[DaughterOfAnIwoJimaVet]

Oh, Chaaaaaaaaaaaad?

[Chad Fairbanks]

It would have been better if you had posted the lyrics to Amish Paradise. Allow me.

Amish Paradise
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don't care, in fact I wish him well
'Cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in hell
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved
An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies all I agree I look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears
We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impaired

There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Caruso
It's as primitave as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise another
Think you're really rightous? Think you're pure in heart?
Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might just have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you'd probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise

[netmilsmom]

Chad!!!!!
Where have you been?

[Alouette]

What a stupid song, and the lyrics don't even match the tune.

[DaughterOfAnIwoJimaVet]

He's posting from the supply room at a soup kitchen, no doubt...working his fingers to the bone, peeling potatoes, stopping only to sweep the floor and clean the bathrooms...

[Billthedrill]

Phil Collins plumbing his intellectual depths again - sometimes the kiddie pool won't even get your ankles wet.

My principal charity (beside Disabled American Veterans) is the Union Gospel Mission. In order to give it money I have to earn money. In order to earn money I need a job. I also need the inclination to part with it to feed the homeless. That is the conservative approach.

Alternatively, I could draw unemployment, hit the streets, strike a self-righteous pose, condemn my employed counterparts (who are footing the bill) for being hard-hearted, get the state to take their money by force, and go away feeling good about myself. That's the liberal approach.

[Chad Fairbanks]

Been busy. How about you?

[Chad Fairbanks]

I'm sure LOL

[Jonah Hex]

Buh-bye!!

[dead]

Who needs donuts, when you've got love?

[netmilsmom]

Oh you know me. I have no life.
Happy Thanksgiving my FRiend!!!

[Chad Fairbanks]

Happy THanksgiving :0)

[Centurion2000]

and
Jesus he knows me
And He's on OUR side .... :-)

If we're going to start quoting Phil Collins lyrics .... consider that a rebuttle from FR

(well some of us anyway ...I hope)

[Dan from Michigan]

Damn Yankees

Fifteen Minutes of Fame
Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent
Young, rich and famous
What you want to be
You give it everything you got
But your sympathy
Been with everybody in the magazines
You know you're spinning so fast
That you're runing out of fantasies
What you want is
What you need is
Whata you're willing to be
It's so strange
You feel so insane
It's like--who's that talking to me
Here's your 15 minutes of fame
What you gonna give me
To ease the pain
When it's all over
Won't know your name
Here's your 15 minutes of fame
No satisfaction
Your simple creed
You know you pour in everyone you got
Just to fill the need
No doubt you're witness
To a major scene
But you better not lose your touch
Or you're history
What you want is
What you need is
What you're willing to be
It's so strange
You feel so insane
It's like--who's that talking to me
Here's your 15 minutes of fame
It's a risky business
It's a liar's game
Into the spotlight and out again
Come and get your 15
Your 15 minutes of fame
Here's your 15 minutes of fame
It's a risky business
It's a liar's game
Into the spotlight and out again
Come and get your 15
Your 15 minutes of fame

[Fierce Allegiance]

The admin mods have left this one up for a bit. have fun!

[Jonah Hex]

Ah heck, I'll take another swing at the troll..

"On my mark... wait for it...ZOT!!"

[BlueLancer]

Take the children and yourself
and hide out in the cellar.
By now the fighting will be close at hand.
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you;
Believe in me, I'm with the High Command.

Can you hear me,
can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running,
can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me,
can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running,
can you hear me calling you?

There's a gun and ammunition
just inside the doorway;
Use it only in emergency.
Better you should pray to God,
The Father and the Spirit,
Will guide you and protect from up here.

Can you hear me,
can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running,
can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me,
can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running,
can you hear me calling you?

Swear allegiance to the flag,
Whatever flag they offer;
Never hint at what you really feel.
Teach the children quietly,
For someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.

Can you hear me,
can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running,
can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me,
can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running,
can you hear me calling you?

Silent Running
(Mike and the Mechanics)

[BlueLancer]

OFFICER KRUPKE(West Side Story)

ACTION: See, those cops, they believe everythin’ they read in the papers about us cruddy JD’s. So, that’s what we give ‘em … somethin’ to believe in.

SNOWBOY (as Officer Krupke): Hey, you!

ACTION: Who, me, Officer Krupke?

SNOWBOY: Yeah, you! Give me one good reason for not draggin’ you down to the stationhouse, ya punk!

ACTION: Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, ya gotta understand, it’s just our bringing-upke that gets us out of hand. Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks: golly Moses, naturally we’re punks.

JETS: Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset. We never had the love that every child ought to get. We ain’t no delinquents, we’re misunderstood. Deep down inside us there is good.

ACTION: There is good!

JETS: There is good, there is good, there is untapped good; like, inside the worst of us is good.

SNOWBOY: That’s a touchin’ good story.

ACTION: Let me tell it to the world!

SNOWBOY: Just tell it to the judge!

ACTION: Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor: my parents treat me rough. With all their marijuana, they won’t give me a puff. They didn’t want to have me, but somehow I was had: leapin’ lizards, that’s why I’m so bad.

JUDGE: Right! Officer Krupke, you’re really a square. This boy don’t need a judge, he needs an analyst’s care. It’s just his neuroses that ought to be curbed. He’s psychologically disturbed!

ACTION: I’m disturbed!

JETS: We’re disturbed, we’re disturbed, we’re the most disturbed; like, we’re psychologically disturbed!

JUDGE: Hear ye, hear ye: in the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he ain’t had a normal home.

ACTION: Hey, I’m depraved on account of I’m deprived!

JUDGE: So, take him to a head-shrinker.

ACTION: My daddy beats my mommy. My mommy clobbers me. My grandpa is a commie. My grandma pushes tea. My sister wears a moustache. My brother wears a dress. Goodness gracious, that’s why I’m a mess.

HEAD-SHRINKER: Yes! Officer Krupke, he shouldn’t be here. This boy don’t need a couch, he needs a useful career. Society’s played him a terrible trick, and, sociologically, he’s sick.

ACTION: I am sick!

JETS: We are sick, we are sick, we are sick sick sick; like, we’re sociologically sick!

HEAD-SHRINKER: In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.

ACTION: Hey, I’ve got a social disease!

HEAD-SHRINKER: So take him to a social worker.

ACTION: Dear kindly social worker, they tell me get a job; like be a soda-jerker, which means like be a slob. It’s not I’m anti-social, I’m only anti-work; glorie-osky, that’s why I’m a jerk!

SOCIAL WORKER: Yechh! Officer Krupke, you’ve done it again! This boy don’t need a job, he needs a year in the pen. It ain’t just a question of misunderstood: deep down inside him, he’s no good!

ACTION: I’m no good!

JETS: We’re no good, we’re no good, we’re no earthly good; like the best of us is no damn good!

JUDGE: The trouble is he’s lazy!

HEAD-SHRINKER: The trouble is he drinks!

SOCIAL WORKER: The trouble is he’s crazy!

JUDGE: The trouble is he stinks!

HEAD-SHRINKER: The trouble is he’s growing!

SOCIAL WORKER: The trouble is he’s grown!

ALL: Krupke, we’ve got troubles of our own!

JETS: Officer Krupke, we’re down on our knees …

ACTION: … ‘cause no one wants a fella with a social disease!

JETS: Hey, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!

[BlueLancer]

TEXAS SIDESTEP

RPTR1: Governor, what do you think of the crisis in the Middle East?
GOV: I was saying, just this morning at the weekly prayer breakfast in this historic capital, that it behooves both the Jews and the Arabs to settle their differences in a Christian manner.

Fellow Texans, I am proudly standing here to humbly say,
I assure you .. and I mean it ..
Now who says I don’t speak out as plain as day;
And, fellow Texans, I’m for progress and the flag, long may it fly.
I’m a poor boy, come to greatness, so it follows that I cannot tell a lie.

RPTR2: What the hell did he say?
RPTR1: Same as usual … not a damn thing.

Oooh, I love to dance a little sidestep,
Now they see me, now they don’t, I’ve come and gone.
Oooh, I love to sweep around the wide step,
Cut a little swath and lead the people on.

Now, my good friends, it behooves me to be solemn and declare,
I’m for goodness, and for profit,
And for living clean and saying daily prayers;
And, now, my good friends, you can sleep nights, I’ll continue to stand tall.
You can trust me, for I promise, I shall keep a watchful eye upon y’all.

RPTR1: Did you get any of that?
RPTR2: I hear him talking, but he don’t come in.

Oooh, I love to dance a little sidestep,
Now they see me, now they don’t, I’ve come and gone.
And, oooh, I love to sweep around the wide step,
Cut a little swath and lead the people on.

MPT: Governor, Melvin P. Thorpe, Watchdog News. Why has the Chicken Ranch operation been so long ignored?
GOV: We should be having some acoustic problems in here.
MPT: Aren’t you afraid of possible pay-offs and bribes?
GOV: Melvin, I’m proud of you.
MPT: Enough of this pussy-footin’ governor, what do you intend to do about Miss Mona and the Chicken Ranch?

Now, Miss Mona, I don’t know her, though I’ve heard the name, oh, yes.
But, of course, I’ve no close contact,
So what she is doing, I can only guess.
And, now, Miss Mona, she’s a blemish on the face of that good town.
I am taking certain steps here,
Someone somewhere’s gonna have to close her down.

RPTR2: Do you have any idea what means?
RPTR1: Is that a “yes” or “no”?
RPTR3: It’s a possible “maybe”.

Oooh, I love to dance a little sidestep,
Now they see me, now they don’t, I’ve come and gone.
And, oooh, I love to sweep around the wide step,
Cut a little swath and lead the people on.

[MEG33]

Fee Fie Foe Fum..Do I sense the smell of a DUm DUm DUm?

[Fierce Allegiance]

I'll bet burn't troll smells way way worse than a turkey on my smoker! yum, i can't wait!

[weegee]

Funny how the homeless weren't the subject of songs or films when Bill Clinton was president.

There is some funny footage of Clinton campaign staffers in one of the shot-on-video 1992 campaign documentaries (either Feed or The War Room). There is a homeless bum asking for some cash and the Clinton cronies are trying to give him campaign buttons instead. They never did give him a dime.

[weegee]

You might need to strike the text of the lead article (excerpt it) since it is a song that carries a copyright. There is no copyright attribution and it is not "news".

[weegee]

You'll probably get a laugh out of this Imam's attack on the notion of the Thanksgiving holiday as well:


http://www.islam.tc/ask-imam/view.php?q=4246

Q: Today is Thanksgiving Thursday (4th Thus. in Nov.) in USA, when Americans feast on Turkeys.

Can we Muslims participate in it, by wishing and offering a Turkey to our non-Muslim friends? (see details)

A: We have studied the background of Thanksgiving day- to express gratitude to the favours of the natives of the 16th century.

IN principal to express gratefulness and gratitude for favours rendered is encouraged. However, Thanksgiving being a national holiday express its salient position in the
American culture, which has many unislamic values and principles.

Celebrating Thanksgiving purposefully or subordinately is an expression of accepting the general American Culture. It is not celebrated independent of the American Culture.

In view of the above it is not permissible to celebrate Thanksgiving Day.

[glock rocks]

Woo Hoo... Genesis!!

Have we got high class mods, er what?

[glock rocks]

Eye In The Sky

(Alan Parson Project, Lead vocal - Eric Woolfson)

Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of Chances before
But I'm not gonna give anymore
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'

Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your Eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing


I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Don't leave false illusions behind
Don't Cry cause I ain't chnaging my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving


I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

[Lead Moderator]

My ban message to him was "An the lamb lies down on Broadway." ;-)

[Fierce Allegiance]

Mods who leave zot posts up are way cool in my book!

[RichInOC]

Lamest Phil Collins song ever.

You suck.