Garb Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Ever have a song get stuck in your head and it just keeps replaying - over and over and over ....to the point where you want to either cry or hit a co-worker? I've actually sang a few lines today. The words just come out. A force I can't stop. The thing is, I don't recalll hearing this song at all today. Don't think I woke up to it (alarm clock radio) and I did not fall asleep to it - unless my ceiling fan is playing tricks on me. Could I have had a dream that had this awful, awful song as a theme song? And if so, how did I come up with this song and what the heck must I have been dreaming? The song? Secret Agent Man. What the heck??? LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thor99 Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 You're welcome. eWeezUxIzaE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
afosomf Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Ever have a song get stuck in your head and it just keeps replaying - over and over and over ....to the point where you want to either cry or hit a co-worker? I've actually sang a few lines today. The words just come out. A force I can't stop. The thing is, I don't recalll hearing this song at all today. Don't think I woke up to it (alarm clock radio) and I did not fall asleep to it - unless my ceiling fan is playing tricks on me. Could I have had a dream that had this awful, awful song as a theme song? And if so, how did I come up with this song and what the heck must I have been dreaming? The song? Secret Agent Man. What the heck??? LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe you were dreaming about matt walsh and ernie adams, trying to get your self involved in all the clandestine operations at pats camp Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garb Posted August 5, 2008 Author Share Posted August 5, 2008 Thor, you mean I was dreaming of Cher? Oh Gawd! Maybe I really am a Tranny! LOL!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thor99 Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Thor, you mean I was dreaming of Cher? Oh Gawd! Maybe I really am a Tranny! LOL!!!!! Maybe? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joewilly Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 hit a coworker. much better therapy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garb Posted August 5, 2008 Author Share Posted August 5, 2008 hit a coworker. much better therapy Can't afford to lose my job, though. I've been saving for a new toaster. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
afosomf Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 hit a coworker. much better therapy how do you think her co-workers feel? "Can you believe miss chickP is singing Secret Agent Man all day? WTF she is out of tune to boot.... someone needs to can her arse..SHH here she comes" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackout Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 hzXQis6lSmk here Garby Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Borgoguy Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Only one solution: ludes, lots of ludes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joewilly Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Only one solution: ludes, lots of ludes. thats 2 solutions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Borgoguy Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 thats 2 solutions I stand corrected. Please substitute Ketamine for one dose of ludes. Merci, bien. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
anskyruben Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 You spin me right round baby right round.....like a record baby....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DHJF Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Z6E98ZRaU1s Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Verde Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 That commercial gets stuck in my head too, Garb. I don't feel the need to kill anyone, though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SoFlaJets Posted August 5, 2008 Share Posted August 5, 2008 Ever have a song get stuck in your head and it just keeps replaying - over and over and over ....to the point where you want to either cry or hit a co-worker? I've actually sang a few lines today. The words just come out. A force I can't stop. The thing is, I don't recalll hearing this song at all today. Don't think I woke up to it (alarm clock radio) and I did not fall asleep to it - unless my ceiling fan is playing tricks on me. Could I have had a dream that had this awful, awful song as a theme song? And if so, how did I come up with this song and what the heck must I have been dreaming? The song? Secret Agent Man. What the heck??? LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Secret Agent Man by Johnny Rivers right G? WTF is everybody posting Cher and Tupac? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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124 Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 Its better than having "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie in your head as well as The Jonas Brothers. Come to Modell's for a day and you'll kill yourself six songs in. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackout Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 Xsic8FNsIDU [2pac] Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed of semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb, while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop! From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to f*** her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass Look how it began, nobody gave a **** about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus will a ***** live or die, cause the Lord can't see us in the deep, dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine No sunny days and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleepin I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19 out tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks, glocks or a heron bone You can ask my man he's a mind reader Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed ***** That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ***** Everywhere I go *****s holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid still I rise Verse 2 [Khadafi] I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways Dumpin crews like two's, ***** all day Secrets of war prepare me for the worst A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse But now my dreams it seems though, be placin triple beams and things bro Diamond pinky ring got the loot poppin out my jeans slow Verse 3 [Fatal] Dynamically this duo twist this **** ceramically Able to write a Fatal verse with no profanity It's on for Al G, Nikko Storm and Nasty New Put a hole in your crew, tryin' to pass me With no remorse You get blasted full force! A Nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse World wide supremacy All y'all remember me Hung over from Hennessey With a menacing tendancy Police be clockin' me So I be dippin' Slippin' sloppily Sippin' Vodka B And ditchin' clips On private property When five O be comin' *****s be runnin' For they life and freedom the type to beat 'em here engagin' Breakin' and try to lead 'em Two big terriers Monclair gettin scarier They nine's they shoot 'em in secluded areas Then bury em, Not me I'm burried 'em once they ditched they in Scott-free Two tass Harass my ass Tried to have the F Lofty My ***** fell Givin a whole essance county trigger hell Runnin' the ****in' block and duckin' cops tryin' to get a bail Verse 4 [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glocks my plastic passion for blastin bastards No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice I send my missiles through your mattress Leavin holes in your body like a cactus While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic and loot to keep the seams in my mother****in jeans poppin Leavin ya spleen to pick up Half of you *****z is softer than a Snicker Let's go to war and see who draw quicker and still I rise still I rise... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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