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Song by the Smashing Pumpkins on both their Mellon Collie and the infinite sadness and Greatest Hits CDs.
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
by IRISHrepublicanARMY December 31, 2003
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(in MHz)
000.5000 International Distress (CW)
002.1820 International Distress
002.6700 Calling to US Coast Guard
004.1250 Calling/Distress
006.2155 Calling/Distress
008.2570 Calling/Distress
012.3820 Calling/Distress
016.5220 Calling/Distress
027.0650 CB channel 9, emergency
034.9000 Military Low Band Calling
121.5000 International Distress
156.8000 International Distress
243.0000 International Distress
(in MHz)
000.5000 International Distress (CW)
002.1820 International Distress
002.6700 Calling to US Coast Guard
004.1250 Calling/Distress
006.2155 Calling/Distress
008.2570 Calling/Distress
012.3820 Calling/Distress
016.5220 Calling/Distress
027.0650 CB channel 9, emergency
034.9000 Military Low Band Calling
121.5000 International Distress
156.8000 International Distress
243.0000 International Distress
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by IrishRepublicanArmy January 3, 2004
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To listen to me whine
About nothin' and everything
All at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools.
Neurotic to the bone,
No doubt about it.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps addin' up.
I think I'm crackin' up.
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams.
She said it's lack of sex
That's bringin' me down.
I went to a whore.
He said my life's a bore,
So quit my whining cuz
It's bringin' her down.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps addin' up.
I think I'm crackin' up.
Am I just paranoid?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Grasping to control.
So I better hold on.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps addin' up.
I think I'm crackin' up.
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I just stoned?
To listen to me whine
About nothin' and everything
All at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools.
Neurotic to the bone,
No doubt about it.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps addin' up.
I think I'm crackin' up.
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams.
She said it's lack of sex
That's bringin' me down.
I went to a whore.
He said my life's a bore,
So quit my whining cuz
It's bringin' her down.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps addin' up.
I think I'm crackin' up.
Am I just paranoid?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Grasping to control.
So I better hold on.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps addin' up.
I think I'm crackin' up.
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I just stoned?
by IrishRepublicanArmy January 7, 2004
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