What's the creepiest, most leacherous, most stalker-like love song to you?

To me it's Handyman by James Taylor. Dunno, just makes me think of some creepy dude who looks like Schneider from One Day At A Time trying to pick up the ladies at the local dive bar.

What song creeps you out?




Hey girls, gather round
Listen to what I'm putting down
Hey baby, I'm your handyman

I'm not the kind to use a pencil or rule
I'm handy with love and I'm no fool
I fix broken hearts, I know but I truly can

If your broken heart should need repair
Then I am the man to see
I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends
They'll come runnin' to me

Here is the main thing that I want to say
I'm busy 24 hours a day
I fix broken hearts, I know but I truly can

Come, come, come
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come, come, come
They'll come runnin' to me

Here is the main thing that I want to say
I’m busy 24 hours a day
I fix broken hearts, baby I’m your handyman

Come, come, come
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come, come, come
Yeah, yeah, yeah

That’s me
(Come, come, come) I’m your handyman
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) That’s me
(Come, come, come) I’m your handyman
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like Clay Aiken, but that song creeps me out!

Ohhhh can't you seeeeee
You belong to meeee

Every step you make
Every breath you take
I'll be watching you

Hmm...sounds like grounds for a restraining order to me!
It's even creepier when you realize that he wrote it about his ex that he had recently divorced.

:scared:

I used to play in a cover band in college, and people would slow dance to the most insane things.

We used to cover Hey Joe by Jimi Hendrix as well as Down By the River by Neil Young, both songs about a dude murdering the woman he loved, and every time we'd get the ass-grabby slow dancers. :wtf:

The other creepy moment I had was once when I was catering a wedding, and the bride danced with her father to some country song called "Daddy's Hands". I just kept on serving up the cake, trying not to bust up laughing! :rofl:

Maybe I just have a sick mind, though. It always seems to go THERE, especially when it's most inappropriate.

WTF? These people are nuts if they find those songs romantic!

It was usually some biker dude and his lady out on the town for the evening. I just remember a lot of deep and grabby ass massaging! :puke:

The thing about being on stage at a moment like that is that you can't help but look, and that just makes you and the others on stage have uncontrollable laughing fits.

Ah, good times...

:) That would make for a creepy set.

Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Goin’ down by the ocean side
Get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight
Goin’ down, down, down, down
Goin’ down

It was written for his child when he was divorced.
Sheesh!

And no one calls him "Gordon"

http://www.answers.com/topic/every-breath-you-take

It's in the first paragraph.

This would be my choice, too.

yes the police were really catholic priests at one time....sigh

dawning my abestos suit now

:hide:

Having been the victim of a stalker at one point, stalking is not funny!

:scared:

He started calling me 10-20 times a night. I lived in a 4th floor walk-up apartment, and I started noticing him standing across the street from my building, staring up at my windows. I finally went out, looked him in the eye, and told him if he didn't stop, I'd report him to the police. Never saw or heard from again. Creep!

It's such a violation of a person!

:scared:

Thank God he took my threat of going to the police seriously (and the threat WAS serious). :scared:

Hollywood always tries to make it look so romantic. Like John Cusack in Say Anything, standing in poor Ione's front yard, blasting Peter Gabriel until she relents.

In Hollywood it always works, too.

Obviously the folks who come up with these stories have never been stalked!

on "Don't Stand So Close To Me," as well.

"But the marking
is so close now
this girl is
half his age.

Don't stand
Don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me."

It's "Book marking--she's so close now" :)

Either way, it's a UK colloquialism referring to the grading process.

And it's still a creepy tune when you get down to it.

Sting has a *very* dark side that he manifests in his music.

back?

I mean, even something as inocuous as "Night and Day" sounds creepy if you hate that dude and want him to ignore you.

If you listen to the lyrics it's really creepy. It's also one of my favourite love songs.

Creepy Khash.

I can't put the lyrics here because I always get in trouble. But I can put his pic up, once again.
(dammit, illegal code out of my photobucket account!)

honey, hives and scraped knees?


Khash.

Good guess. I like to make 'em beg.

No mind reading involved - how many songs mention, even metaphorically, that particularly act?


Khash.

(xmas is weirding me out..... if she wasn't being so coy, I would have said cunnilingus rather than "that particular act". She comes back..... and turns me into a fucking Sunday School teacher!)

over my use of language!
And read that pm reply-you'll realize that I have not become a Sunday School teacher and that you have no worries about the company you keep!

Re: your PM - you sure do know how to get in trouble! Nice to know you haven't gotten all prudish on me :)

Khash.

20 year age difference isn't so hot but still an interesting thought.
So-should I wear leather on the first date?

No. But I'd have a few things in your purse, you could pull out to play with.....


Khash.

He seems to like it.

:yoiks:

Duct tape is safe, easy to use and has the "Good Housekeeping" seal of approval. And very useful when dating :evilgrin:

Pity xmas is straight and I'm gay, otherwise we'd be perfect for each other!

Khash.

I'm not sure I could recover from the horror.

:spank:

are your wrists, ankles and mouth?

Trust me, you'd recover quickly. It ain't THAT bad.

Khash.

:rofl:

No, I'm only joking. You're right, I'm just being a sissy.

Now, I may draw the line at the act of hooking up a car battery to ones Prince Albert and pumping up the voltage.

But who knows until you try it, right? :shrug:

I hate to say it but even your suggestion is more fun than you think. I've attached batteries to many of my body piercings (all 14 of 'em). Quite fun!

Although this is coming from a guy who the last time he was strapped down and had the soles of his feet whipped fell asleep because it was so relaxing. So, my idea of a good time might not be yours....

Khash.

Yup, to each their own.

Just the idea of GETTING a Prince Albert makes me an innie, if you can dig what I'm saying. :rofl:

But hey, what ever turns your crank (so to speak)!

:toast:

No hair will come up.
I was an athletic student trainer in high school for one year(yep, the girl that taped up everyone's ankles from running accidents).

Safety first!

Khash.

I knew that year as a trainer would be put to good use in the future!

I've found my first aid training and my years as a therapist have been very useful.

And if you do the S/m thing a good understanding of anatomy/physiology is almost mandatory. You don't really want to hurt anybody. No let me change that, you will hurt them, but you want to make damn sure you don't harm them.

Khash.

has done alot for me too.
I read somewhere that people into B/d/S/M tend to have a higher than average IQ. Not sure if I buy that but I've noticed that many interested in it tend to be well educated and well rounded in many different subjects.

(and surely I've met some idiots) but for the most part they tend to be highly educated, well read, interested in virtually everything.

It used to be a private joke with myself - I'd hook up with some guy and ask him if he was a lawyer or a college professor or doctor. The answer was usually one of those. The only times it wasn't was with a museum curator , a well-respected well-known artist (who shall remain nameless), an Arabic translator (now working on the War on Terra) and a self-educated building contractor.

I've found that above and beyond the sex, you can actually talk to other B/D/S/m people - about philosophy, science, politics, sexual theory,etc. There are a lot of people I had a one night stand with but maintained friendships with because we could talk - about anything. If I referenced some obscure piece of literature, they'd get it.

I've also found that we tend to be more liberal. Even extremely so. You'll find more pacifists and vegetarians and peaceniks in an S/m gathering than most anywhere else. That seems like a contradiction - people who inflict pain for their own gratification are fundamentally opposed to inflicting pain? Yes, we know what it is and we know the difference between negotiated consent and torture. So we tend to abhor those who don't understand pain and inflict it on others.

I'd like to see a scientifically sound study done.....

Khash.

Lots of professors and psychologists on my side.
And the few I have been involved with...I didn't even realize that they were interested in it until we were intimate. Maybe that's why I have such a positive view of it. Most were very well read, had multiple interests, were active in their communities in general and loved a good debate. Without getting graphic, it wasn't until intimacy was achieved that I even knew that they were into BDSm. I felt safer and quite free around them instead of with men in traditional relationships. I always felt like my ideas and feelings were respected.
I wonder how you could get a research group started for this field. Maybe I'll ask my new friend.

There are a lot of well respected scholars who have addressed this issue. The problem is funding.

When I did my senior thesis on AIDS prevention, I couldn't get funding from anyone. I spent most of my savings to do it. If the local office of Planned Parenthood hadn't helped me out, it would have been dead in the water. But they figured they needed the answers - does education change a person's sexual habits to prevent STDs?

But funding is almost impossible to get on any sexual issue. And if you manage to do it anyway and publish ... you can lose your job, lose tenure, etc.

To graduate with honours I did another thesis: An Overview and Evaluation of Social Services for Gay and Lesbian Teens. It was pretty bleak. But my advisor ( a gay man) told me I would still graduate with honours, but if I knew what was good for me, I'd drop it. To my shame, I did.

Khash.

Otherwise, we'd have some mindblowing sex! Plus, we'd have to consider reproducing our excellent ultraliberal genes, for the sake of future generations.

He likes to give up control.

Make him wish he'd never given you that power! :P

power. He's like that.

Just watch out with those male chastity belt devices - I hear they can be permanently damaging if left on too long.

:scared:

I prefer to perfect my knot skills that I learned in Girl Scouts many years ago.

:9


I love that song.

I guess that's a love song....a very dark and lusty one. But really, as Tina Turner so aptly pointed out, what's love got to do with it?

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Help me...I broke apart my insides
Help me...I got no soul to sell
Help me..the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation...
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith...
You can have my everything

Help me...tear down my reason
Help me...it's your sex I can smell
Help me...you make me perfect
Help me think I'm somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey...inside your hive
You are the reason...I stay alive...

I can't help it.

Love in an elevator
Livin’ it up whn I’m goin’ down
Love in an elevator
Lovin’ it up till I hit the ground

Nothing like talking about drinking honey from your hive to get a girl going!

How do you feel about Sugar Walls by Sheena Easton? Pretty much the same thing in a much worse song.

Won't you come inside my sugar walls....

I'm pretty sure Prince wrote it.

and one of the most disturbing.

Been there, done that. The man whose name I have carved into my arm - it's a perfect description of our feelings for each other. And what's love got to do with it? Absolutely everything.

The only definition of love that ever made sense to me is: when another person's well-being and happiness are essential to your own. Closer is about the dark side of that - when someone else is essential to your survival, your sanity, not merely your happiness. And that's what makes it a great love song (nothing saccharine about it) but also creepy.

Khash.

This happened once before,
When I came to your door,
No reply.
They said it wasn't you,
But I saw you peep through your window,
I saw the light, I saw the light,
I know that you saw me,
'cos I looked up to see your face.

I tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie,
'cause I know where you've been,
I saw you walk in your door,
I nearly died, I nearly died,
'cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.

If I were you I'd realize that I
Love you more than any other guy,
And I'll forgive the lies that I
Heard before when you gave me no reply.

I've tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie,
'cause I know where you've been,
I saw you walk in your door,
I nearly died, I nearly died,
'cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.

No reply, no reply.

Where the Wild Roses Grow by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds featuring Kylie Minogue

He called me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why he called me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped out the tears that ran down my face

he called me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why he called me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow,
so sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said: "Give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses will you follow?"

he called me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why he called me that I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

he called me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why he called me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
For my name was Eliza Day
For my name was Eliza Day

Twisted statutory rape song. At best, Lolita. Call your shrink. By (as we called them) Gary Fuckett and the Union Crap. Yes, I am old, thank you very much.

It's up there with the one that goes...

Come back when you grow up girl
You're still living in that paper doll world
Living ain't easy, loving's twice as tough
Come back baby, when you grow up

Who the hell did that song?

How about "This Girl is a Woman Now"

"This girl tasted love
As tender as the gentle dawn
She cried a single tear
A teardrop that was sweet and warm
Our hearts told us we were right
And on that sweet and velvet night
A child had died
A woman had been born"

"She's found out what it's all about and shes learning to live."

Anyone catch him on the old rockers circuit? Does he still sing these?

That's fucking creeeeepy!

Good call.

He also starts kinda blaming her for being around him, telling her that she "better run".

It's all about him talking some young lass into giving him her virginity. The video is hilariously terrible, shot in 70s softcore-style soft focus.

Plus, he had the audacity to put in the lines "Spread your wings and let me come inside" and "Don't say a word my virgin child".

OMFG! :rofl:

Stay away from my window
Stay away from my back door too
Disconnect the telephone line
Relax baby and draw that blind

Kick off your shoes and sit right down
Loosen off that pretty French gown
Let me pour you a good long drink
Ooh baby don't you hesitate cause

Tonights the night
It's gonna be alright
Cause I love you girl
Ain't nobody gonna stop us now

C'mon angel my hearts on fire
Don't deny your man's desire
You'd be a fool to stop this tide
Spread your wings and let me come inside

Tonights the night
It's gonna be alright
Cause I love you girl
Ain't nobody gonna stop us now

Don't say a word my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions run wild
The secret is about to unfold
Upstairs before the night's too old

Tonights the night
It's gonna be alright
Cause I love you woman
Ain't nobody gonna stop us now

I thought that Pink Floyd was alot cooler to lose my virginity to. Let's just say that there were alot of drugs involved.
If someone had played that song for me I would have slapped them.

Where's your sense of romance? :rofl:

I guess you're more of a Young Lust sort of girl, eh?

I certainly hope it wasn't Mother! :scared:

No Rod Stewart for me!

Roger Waters may not be Captain Romance, but that's why we love him, right?

Of course, it was over pretty quick so I kept wondering if it really happened for a while.

Hopefully you didn't say something to him like...

"Did you do it already?"
or
"I didn't really feel anything..."

:rofl:

tv.

That should have been a hint of things to come for me. I'm not a "normal" person.

But if we stick to that album.... how 'bout "Great Gig In The Sky"?

Depending on how you listen to it, it could be a woman dieing, a woman giving birth or a woman having an orgasm. Take your pick.

Khash.

And the consequences could be childbirth so it's all fitting.

I'm cleverer than I appear.

Khash.

Check out this upbeat chorus:

I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
Fear is not the end of this!

Fear is not the end of this? I beg to differ, because fear would indeed be the end of it. Creepy song...

It's actually a song critiquing organized religion and the way people seek a sort of false comfort from religion. I'm a big Live fan (at least everything before their last album) and most of their lyrics are about questioning typical religion. The entire lyrics for "I Alone" are:

it's easier not to be wise
and measure these things by your brains
I sank into eden with you
alone in the church by and by
I'll read to you here, save your eyes
you'll need them, your boat is at sea
your anchor is up, you've been swept away
and the greatest of teachers won't hesitate
to leave you there, by yourself,
chained to fate

I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
fear is not the end of this!

it's easier not to be great
and measure these things by your eyes
we long to be here by his resolve
alone in the church by and by
to cradle the baby in space
and leave you there by yourself
chained to fate

oh, now, we took it back too far,
only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn
all come runnin' back to you, all these rhythms that you hide
only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn
yeah, yeah, yeah

'Round)"

I'm still writing it, though...

Hard to find the right word to rhyme with "spyware."

Timeshare rhymes if you can fit it into your "theme" somehow.

:shrug:

:rofl:

3, Pueblo, Colorado.

:P

Hmmm...

It took me an hour to install the spyware
And split the scene of your Italian timeshare


By George, I think we've got it! :yourock:

Like
"Don't let your emotions wear."

Or:

"You have no time to care."
"I will welcome you in my lair."
"Don't be afraid of my stare."

etc.

You'll have no time to care
That you are locked up in my lair
As I so rudely stare


Kind of a Meatloafy thing, I'm thinking...hard rock with an operatic sensibility

We're rockin' out now! :headbang:

Money not needed.

We're gonna be on the cover of the Rolling Stone, man...that's beautiful, man.

:popcorn:

Die there.

You'll have no time to care
That you are locked up in my lair
As I so rudely stare
And ruffle up your hair
You think I even caaarrrrrrrrrrre?!


Excellent!

no need to cut me a cheque.

Eastern Europeans with my Bowie knife...





Oh, yeah, baby:

You'll have no time to care
That you are locked up in my lair
As I so rudely stare
And ruffle up your hair
You think I even caaarrrrrrrrrrre?!

(scream)

(guitar break)

("C'mon!" as homage to Jim Morrison)

You're so
Shy there! (with backup vocals)
I'm gonna
Fly there!
And I will
Spy there!
A naked
Eye there!

(break)

From the shrubbery,
I just fell off the porch
when my legs got suddenly rubbery,
after I'd stopped in to say "Hi there."

No, no don't thank me. It's an honour and a priviledge. :hi:

You'll have no time to care
That you are locked up in my lair
As I so rudely stare
And ruffle up your hair
You think I even caaarrrrrrrrrrre?!

(scream)

(guitar break)

("C'mon!" as homage to Jim Morrison)

No, I'm not leering through your
Front window (backup vocals)
From the shrubbery
I just fell off the porch
When my legs got
Suddenly
Rubberrrrrryyyyyyyyy
After I'd stopped in to say
"Hi, therrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre"

(guitar arpeggio)

You're so
Shy there! (with backup vocals)
I'm gonna
Fly there!
And I will
Spy there!
A naked
Eye there!

(break)



But you've got to sing it with me. :D

If it were a man singing it, the stalker overtones would have, no doubt, been a hot topic at the time. Instead, it's "charming".

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hanging out

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)

I never thought of that song that way!

:scared:

But Debbie Harry can stalk me any time! :9

It had some comedic value to him, at least.

I know you wanna leave me,
But I refuse to let you go
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me, girl, don't you go

Now I heard a cryin' man,
Is half a man with no sense of pride
But if I have to cry to keep you,
I don't mind weepin' if it'll keep you by my side

Ain't to proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go

If I have to sleep on your doorstep
All night and day just to keep you from walkin' away
Let your friends laugh, even this I can stand
Because I want to keep you any way I can

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go

Now I've gotta love so deep in the pit of my heart
And each day it grows more and more
I'm not ashamed to come and plead to you baby
If pleadin' keeps you from walkin' out that door

Ain't too proud to beg, you know it sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Baby, baby, baby, baby (sweet darling)

:scared: It would've been more sappy than creepy if it wasn't for the first couple of lines.

:evilgrin:

It's creepy. :)

or whatever the hell

mediocre band, mediocre song, fucked up lyrics

Even if you run
I will find you
I decided I want you
Now I know
I need
If you can't be bought, tougher than I thought
Keep in mind - I am with you
Never left out fate, can't concentrate
Even if you run

You will be mine!
Ah, fucking you will be mine!
Ah, fucking you will be mine!
Ah, fucking you will be mine!

I found you
Leaning out of an open window
You laughed, our fingers clenched
Too perfect, far too careless
I couldn't help myself - I just took you

Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake

Better make yourself at home
You're here to stay
You won't bother me
If you let me bother you
All the doors are locked, all the windows shut
Keep in mind - I watch you
Never leave my side, never leave me, fucker
Even if you run

What the fuck is different?
Man, I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
Man, I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
Man, I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
Man, I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
I can't believe I'm doing this
What the fuck is different?
I can't believe I'm doing this


Man I knew it was a mistake
Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
Dammit man I knew it was a mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake
(You brought it outta me) Mistake
(You brought it outta me)

I just think of those guys dressing like this, trying to sound damaged.

:rofl:

if they hadn't worn the stupid-ass costumes, they'd be a tolerable metal band, but they're kind of like Kiss:2000

Dunno if it was just an isolated incident, but the the drummer apparently got a little fecal-happy. So I heard. :shrug:

Artist: Paul Anka Lyrics
Song: You're Having My Baby Lyrics
(feat. Odia Coates)


Havin' my baby
What a lovely way of sayin'
How much you love me
Havin' my baby
What a lovely way of sayin'
What you're thinkin' of me
I can see it, face is glowin'
I can see in your eyes
I'm happy you know it


That you're havin' my baby


You're the woman I love
And I love what it's doin' to ya


Havin' my baby


You're a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through ya


The need inside you
I see it showin'
Whoa, the seed inside ya
Baby, do you feel it growin'
Are you happy you know it
That you're


Havin' my baby


I'm a woman in love
And I love what it's doin' to me


Havin' my baby


I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me


Didn't have to keep it
Wouldn't put ya through it
You could have swept it from you life
But you wouldn't do it
No, you wouldn't do it


And you're havin' my baby


I'm a woman in love
And I love what it's doin' to me


Havin' my baby


I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me


Havin' my baby (havin' my baby)
What a lovely way of sayin'
How much you love me


Havin' my baby
(havin' my baby)


I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me

You're the woman I love
And I love what it's doin' to ya

You're a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through ya

The need inside you
I see it showin'
Whoa, the seed inside ya
Baby, do you feel it growin'


:rofl:

:puke:

I Put A Spell On You
By Screamin' Jay Hawkins
__________________

I put a spell on you
Cause you're mine
You better stop the things you do
I ain't lying
No, I ain't lying

You know, I can't stand it
You running around
You know better, darling
I can't stand it, cause you put me down

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You're mine

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you, anyhow

I don't care if you don't want me
I'm yours right now

Oh, you hear me?
I put a spell on you
Coming back to you
You're mine

I LOVE IT! Sorry, y'all, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't care if you don't want me
I'm yours right now

:scared:

Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or I won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

Well you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na

I was trying to think of that one earlier.

And they looked like such nice boys! :P

go a long way with me, unless we're speaking of Republicans.

:rofl:

John said so: "Baby Let's Play House," from when Elvis was with Sun in 1955 (pre-bigtime). The song was a blues song that Elvis revved up and changed the lyrics of.

Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
B-b-b-b-b-b baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you

Well, you may go to college
You may go to school
You may have a pink Cadillac
But don't you be nobody's fool

Now, baby
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby
I wanna play house with you

Now listen and I'll tell you, baby
What I'm talking about
Come on back to me, little girl
So we can play some house

Now, baby
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby
I wanna play house with you

Now this is one thing, baby
That I want you to know
Come on back and let's play a little house
And we can act like we did before

Well, baby
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby
I wanna play house with you

Now listen to me, baby
Try to understand
I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man

Now, baby
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby, come
Come back, baby
I wanna play house with you

Oh, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
B-b-b-b-b-b baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you

In some '50s concerts, Elvis changed it to "I'd rather see you dead, little girl, than to wed another man."

Quoth Lennon also: "I used to be mean to my woman, I beat her and kept her away from the things that she loved..."

It's more where both of them are Obsessed.

Obsession

You are an obsession
I cannot sleep
I am your possession
Unopened at your feet
There's no balance
No equality
Be still I will not accept defeat

I will have you
Yes, I will have you
I will find a way
and I will have you
Like a butterfly
A wild butterly
I will collect you and capture you

*You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me
You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me

I feed you I drink you
My day and my night
I need you I need you
By sun or candlelight
You protest
You want to leave
Stay
Oh, there's no alternative

Your face appears again
I see the beauty there
But I see danger
Stranger beware
A circumstance
In your naked dreams
Your affection
is not what it seems

Chorus

My fantasy has turned to madness
And all my goodness
Has turned to badness
My need to possess you
Has consumed my soul
My life is trembling
I have no control

I will have you
Yes, I will have you
I will find a way
and I will have you
Like a butterfly
A wild butterly
I will collect you and capture you

He lives in Portland now, and writes commercial jingles.

anyways?

Basically your average soccer dad type of guy.

Tommy Tutone (867-5309) moved here a while back too, but I've yet to meet him.

This always struck me as the ultimate jailbait song, and it got a LOT of airplay.


"Into the Night"

She's just sixteen years old
Leave her alone, they say
Separated by fools
Who don't know what love is yet
But I want you to know

If I could fly
I'd pick you up
I'd take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you've never seen, ever seen

It's like having a dream
Where nobody has a heart
It's like having it all
And watching it fall apart
And I would wait till the end
Of time for you
And do it again, it's true
I can't measure my love
There's nothing to compare it to
But I want you to know

If I could fly
I'd pick you up
I'd take you into the night
And show you a love
Oooooh, if I could fly
I'd pick you up
I'd take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you've never seen, ever seen
Yeah, Ooooooh....

saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadow of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she decieved me I watched and went out of my mind

My my my Delilah
Why why why Delilah
I could see, that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free

At break of day when that man drove away I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more

My my my Delilah
Why why why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more



What the heck is 'the flickering shadow of love on her blind'? Oh, the image, the image! :rofl:

I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE
Lou Christie

I'll try every trick in the book
With every step that you take, everywhere that you look
Just look and you'll find
I'll try to get to your soul, I'll try to get to your mind

I'm gonna make you mine
I know I'll never give up, I'm at the end of my rope
From the morning till suppertime, you'll find
I'll be waiting in line, I'll be waiting in line

I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine
Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine

I'll try every trick in the book
With every step that you take, everywhere that you look
Just look and you'll find
I'll be waiting in line, I'll be waiting in line

I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine
Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine

I'll be a hard-lovin', pushin' kind of individual
Knockin' night and day at your door
You'll have to turn me away like an indestructible force

Baby, I'm gonna make you mine
Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine

I'll try every trick in the book
With every step that you take, everywhere that you look
Just look and you'll find
I'll try to get to your soul, I'll try to get to your mind
I'm gonna make you mine

Baby, I'm gonna make you mine
Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine

Baby, I'm gonna make you mine
Make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine
Baby, I'm gonna make you mine, I'm gonna make you mine
-----------
I wonder how many stalkers were inspired by that song.

Come ON people! Jethro Tull...and I'm only 32!!

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

I only just met you before,
But I can’t understand
You don’t want me more.

You maybe think I’m
Too smart and weird,
But that should only
Make you want to hear that

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

You make me feel really
Unsure,
But that should only make
You feel secure.
Although we’ve only known
Eachother a bit already,
I can’t sleep at night
And I feel like shit.
That’s right.

"There is someone walking behind you,
Turn around look at me.

There is someone watching your footsteps,
turn around, look at me."


:scared:

The favorite of obssesive-stalking-sadistic sociopaths everywhere.

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep. everything is all right.....

In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you’re mine. all of the time we’re together
In dreams, in dreams.......

by the Subsonics.

It's a sappy love song...not like a 'worshipful' song...to Jesus. x(

CREEP-Y. :scared:

Hey well, I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy, I'm a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star

I'm your vehicle, baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle, woman
But I'm not sure that you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

Well, if you wants to be a movie star,
I'll get a ticket to Hollywood
But if you want to stay just the way you are,
You know I think you really should

I'm your vehicle, baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle, woman
But I'm not sure you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
Oh, you know I do

Hey well, I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, candy, I'm a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star

I'm your vehicle, baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle, woman
But I'm not sure that you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have ya
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
And I'm your vehicle, babe

You know I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, I got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

The song was written by Jim Peterik, later of Survivor ("Eye of the Tiger," etc.).

I'm Gonna Follow You, `till I wear you down
I'm Gonna Follow You, `cause this here's my town
You don't know these streets the way that I do (I do, I do)
You can't turn it on and off the way that I do (I do, I do)
Ooo, Ooo...

I'm Gonna Follow You, `till I know your timing
You'll turn some corner soon, and find you can't get by me
You don't know these streets the way that I do (I do, I do)
You can't turn it on and off the way that I do (I do, I do)

You see yourself as some kind of lily of the valley
You come around here in your ballet slippers padding on my alley
And you know that you can't dance
Cause you know you never had the chance
I'm gonna dance for you!

Ooo, Ooo...

I'm Gonna Follow You, `till I wear you down
I'm Gonna Follow You, `cause this here's my town
You don't know these streets the way that I do (I do, I do)
You can't turn it on and off the way that I do (I do, I do)

You see yourself as some kind of lily of the valley
You come around here in your ballet slippers padding on my alley
And you know that you can't dance
Cause you know you never had the chance
I'm gonna dance for you!

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hanging out

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)

...is the winner by far. What a great band they were, UK post-punk geniuses.



OBSESSION
All the best girls belong to somebody else through a window.
I've seen it all before up here in the grey of my room -
"I'm watching every move you make.
I'm watching every breath you take"
With my park-bench eye I see them
all go by imagining so
much more all through the day
till the moon comes-
"watching every move you make,
clock-watching, passing you by.
We're laughing at you.
We're pointing your way"
-I MUST BE STRONG-
"We're laughing at you, we know about
games you play you know what to say"
-I'VE GOT TO BE STRONG-
Now the days died, time to slip outside.
I watch a girl say goodbye to her friends.
I'll follow and think what to say-
"Stop thinking time will fly for you.
Stop thinking.
You know what to do"
I could hold her soft white hand and
make her understand me
but I know how that story ends.
She'd toss her head and quickly walk away-
"Just do it. Now's your chance to show.
Just do it, you know you can!
We're laughing at you, we're pointing your way"
(I MUST BE STRONG)
We're laughing at you we know all about
your games you know what they say
(I'VE GOT TO BE STRONG)

But I had to get you all by yourself because I want you all for myself.
If I saw you with anyone else I'd break up into pieces.
You make me feel so stupid, I've always been so shy.
Anyone can tell you I wouldn't hurt a fly but I feel so far above you
you'll be easy to make love to, even if it means You have to die die die
and I'll kiss you as you're lying in the mud I'll kiss your mouth
And wipe away the blood
I'll take you home an kiss you in the night when you're cold
I'll kiss you when I'm helpless and I'm feeling 2 years old feeling 2 years old

YOU'RE BACK IN A ROOM
I did no wrong:
THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU
BANG INSIDE YOUR HEAD
YOU STILL HEAR HER SAY:
-I say I did no wrong.

She's dead (It wasn't me who did it) She's dead.
It must have been somebody else. She's dead.
Look at me. I am a baby.
She's dead, No she's not she's only sleeping
WAKE UP WAKE UP!!
Shesdeadshesdeadshesdeadshesdead
Shesdeadshesdead I didn't do it
It only seems to happen with a corpse or a dream
Dead bodies don't betray you. They never try to scream

Sounds pretty threatening to me.

:shrug:

"To hell with the consequences!?!?"

Scary stalking lesbian signing that she's coming over, no matter what...

Not that there's anything WRONG with that....