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| WMOB 69.69 FM | Started by: SingWhenYoureWinning on Sep 24, '07 11:36 |
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Gatsby hears one of his favorite songs, smiles, and reaches for the phone I coulda used a little more cowbell, but thanks for the track. Can I hear some Rolling Stones please? Thank you |
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| Reply by: Gatsby- at Oct 19, '07 16:36 | |
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Of course you can Gatsby- Any special song you wish to hear now? We have quite a list and i'm not sure which to choose. There are too many good ones. Taps his feet to the music |
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| Reply by: Proteus at Oct 19, '07 16:42 | |
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| Hmmmm. Well, my favorite has always been "Sympathy for the Devil". Good stuff. Thanks a lot. | |
| Reply by: Gatsby- at Oct 19, '07 16:46 | |
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Excellent choice. I was thinking i lost you there, but then i heard a voice on the other end. Good stuff. Here comes THE Rolling Stones with Sympathy for the Devil. Enjoy it all, it's awesome. Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah (woo woo, woo woo) I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made (woo woo, woo woo) I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me (who who, who who) Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay (woo woo, who who) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah (who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby (who who, who who) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game (woo woo, who who) Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (who who, who who) So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste (woo woo) Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah (woo woo, woo woo) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah (who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down (woo woo, woo woo) Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! (woo woo) Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Oh, who woo, woo Woo, who Woo, woo Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Oh, yeah What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Oh, yeah Woo woo Woo woo |
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| Reply by: Proteus at Oct 19, '07 16:50 | |
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"The Real Jim Croce" May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Jim Croce please stand up? I repeat, will the real Jim Croce please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here.. Y'all act like you never seen a blues singer before Jaws all on the floor like Rhett and DD just burst in the door and Olly started whoopin D's ass worse than before they first were at war, throwin him over cliffs and shit (Ahh!) It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding, he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And The_Mathmatician's... DEAD DD killed him! Shot his ass in the head, He's in the graveyard! (Ha-ha!) And all the woman love Croce [*vocal turntable: chigga chigga chocky*] "Jim Croce, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin around trashin his you-know-what Shootin his you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!" Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse, than what's goin on in your CL's bedrooms Sometimes, I wanna get on stage and just let loose, but can't but it's cool for DD to shoot his old crew "My gun is on my hip, my gun is on my hip" And if I'm lucky, you might just get me a little pissed And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what random wacking is Of course they gonna know what selling whores is By the time they hit made man They got the family's ok don't they? "We ain't nothing but criminals.." Well, some of us cannibals who cut our own people down like animals [bahhh] But if we can wack at enemies, run families then there's no reason that a duck can't be pedigreed [*EWWW!*] But if you feel like I feel then sing with me Women wave your felonies, sing the chorus, follow me! [Chorus (repeat 2X)] 'Cause I'm Jim Croce, yes I'm the real Croce All you other Jim Croces are just impoaching So won't the real Jim Croce please stand up, please stand up, please stand up? DiscoDuck don't gotta live any more does he well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too! You think I give a damn about your Grammy? Half of you gangsters can't even stomach me, let alone stand me "But Jim, what if you live, wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can, sit me here in this HQ chair? Shit, Mario better switch me chairs so I can sit next to FullMetal and Squishy and eat popcorn and argue over who gets to pwn RG Kungy bitch, put me on cover in the Tribune "Yeah, he sings, but I think he's a god, who knew?" I should write me an article and send it in and show the whole world how Croce gonna make you bleed! [AHHH!] I'm sick of you little gangsters, all you are are little posers so I have been sent here to destroy you [BANG!] And there's a million of us just like me who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me and just might be the next best thing but not quite me! [Chorus] I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your HQ room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all I just get on WMOB and spit it and whether you like to admit it [*ERR*] I just did it better than ninety percent of you gangsters out can Then you wonder how can kids heat up these barrols like j-rolls It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm Capo I'll be the only person in the funeral home from April Pinchin Assitants's asses when I'm writting in tribune And I'm working but this whole city full of drugs isn't earning And every single person is a Jim Croce lurkin He could be running your family, quietly and plotting [*HACH*] Or in the Headquarters, commenting Saying all those nice things, with his mind racing and ideas deviling So, will the real Croce please stand up? And bash one of those guitars with each hand, huh? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? [Chorus 4X] Ha ha Guess there's a Jim Croce in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up |
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| Reply by: Croce at Oct 20, '07 02:00 | |
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Applauds Oh man Croce, that was awesome! You should send that out to some managers, i'm sure they would want to sign you up. Keeping in the spirit of hip hop. Here's Red and Meth with Da Rockwilder. Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checker, swinging sword lecture closing down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warming pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome biting in the selling crossbones protecting what am writing don't clash with the Titan who blast with a licence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the cracking got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfing the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in got us busting off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo and Ozone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sipping on a forty smoking on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth getting jumped La la la la, la la la la yeah c'mon, Red and Meth getting jumped La la la la, la la la la |
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| Reply by: Proteus at Oct 21, '07 05:53 | |
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Well well well. I'm back again and it's time to play some old songs now. Not much happening these days, people seem to just wander around aimlessly. If you got a good story, a good song, a request or maybe you just want to say hi to your friends, drop us a call here at WMOB 69.69. Here comes The Who, with Baba O'Riley, enjoy this awesome song. Proteus cranks up the volume and starts the song Out here in the fields I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight To prove I'm right I don't need to be forgiven Don't cry Don't raise your eye It's only teenage wasteland Sally ,take my hand Travel south crossland Put out the fire Don't look past my shoulder The exodus is here The happy ones are near Let's get together Before we get much older Teenage wasteland It's only teenage wasteland Teenage wasteland Oh, oh Teenage wasteland They're all wasted! |
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| Reply by: Proteus at Oct 22, '07 18:17 | |
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After a few days long wake, and then a day to sober up from my memorial drinking. WMOB is back in businness! Nothing have changed, we will keep running as SWYV would have done. First off we'll start with a song to remember our beloved SWYV, may he rest in peace with the fishes. If you have a message you want put on the air, just call me up and i'll make it happen. Intro: puff daddy Every day I wake up I hope Im dreamin I cant believe this shit Cant believe you aint here Sometimes its just hard for a nigga to wake up Its hard to just keep goin Its like I feel empty inside without you bein here I would do anything man, to bring you back Id give all this shit, shit the whole knot I saw your son today He look just like you You was the greatest Youll always be the greatest I miss you big Cant wait til that day, when I see your face again I cant wait til that day, when I see your face again... Yeah... this right here (tell me why) Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone That they truly loved (cmon, check it out) Verse one: puff daddy Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track, you locked the flow So far from hangin on the block for dough Notorious, they got to know that Life aint always what it seem to be (uh-uh) Words cant express what you mean to me Even though youre gone, we still a team Through your family, Ill fulfill your dream (thats right) In the future, cant wait to see If you open up the gates for me Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh) Try to black it out, but it plays again When its real, feelings hard to conceal Cant imagine all the pain I feel Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath) I know you still living your life, after death Chorus: faith evans Every step I take, every move I make Every single day, every time I pray Ill be missing you Thinkin of the day, when you went away What a life to take, what a bond to break Ill be missing you [puff] I miss you big Verse two: puff daddy Its kinda hard with you not around (yeah) Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh) Watchin us while we pray for you Every day we pray for you Til the day we meet again In my heart is where Ill keep you friend Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed Strength I need to believe My thoughts big I just cant define (cant define) Wish I could turn back the hands of time Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks You and me taking flicks Makin hits, stages they receive you on I still cant believe youre gone (cant believe youre gone) Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath) I know you still living youre life, after death Chorus [faith evans] somebody tell me why Interlude: faith evans On that morning When this life is over I know Ill see your face Outro: 112 Every night I pray, every step I take Every move I make, every single day Every night I pray, every step I take [puff] every day that passes Every move I make, every single day [puff] is a day that I get closer [puff] to seeing you again Every night I pray, every step I take [puff] we miss you big... and we wont stop Every move I make, every single day [puff] cause we cant stop... thats right Every night I pray, every step I take Every move I make, every single day [puff] we miss you big *music fades out* |
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| Reply by: Proteus at Oct 28, '07 16:12 | |
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