Note: This hour is considered to coincide with the hour during which the greatest transmission loss occurs.
by IrishRepublicanArmy January 24, 2004
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
The term "hazardmobile" generally refers to a small reddish domestic car (Ford) driven by a crazy irishman (who goes to Fairfax High School). The hazardmobile (OR hazard mobile) usally has a small amber (or yellow) light on the roof of the car. It also has a VHF-FM two-way radio installed in it. Because the irishman is crazy, the car also has a manual tranmission in it and an incredibly small engine.
See the red car with the yellow police flasher on the roof and the large antenna on the trunk. Yup. That's the hazardmobile.
by IrishRepublicanArmy May 19, 2004
by IrishRepublicanArmy December 29, 2003
The most unorganized police angency in the history of mankind, known for racial profiling, being in every single cop movie, in every police case where people are run over by tanks.
The LAPD also has a UHF communications network that rivals that of most european countries.
so please, if your gonna smoke weed, do it in LA, you'll never get cought
The LAPD also has a UHF communications network that rivals that of most european countries.
so please, if your gonna smoke weed, do it in LA, you'll never get cought
by IrishRepublicanArmy October 15, 2003
by IrishRepublicanArmy December 29, 2003