I can't figure out who glice was before the new board.

i feel like its pretty much the opposite in many ways. the old board did have its clique but in this place so much as a full stop out of place and you get it in the throat..

also if you state an opinion thats unpopular then you get the wrath of khan in yer ears.

seriously this place is like a flirting forum on a dating site more than a bands gossip page most days.

i agree with pauly bee but then again i'm from wexford too so we gotta stick together

I understand what you mean, paulybee, I empathize with you; when I first came on here, I was surprised at the level of spiritedness and cohesion this board displayed as opposed to some forums on the internet; which are basically all about showboating. There is a sense of that here, but usually in a good-mannered, witty fashion, nothing serious or overtly competitve or hostile. But in recent times, it seems this community culture has been subverted somewhat; by certain indiviuals who seem to value their own oneupnamship above all else; and that includes the music and the musicians who we all adore(hence the fact that this board exists in the first place).

I sincerely hope this can come to pass, and that people have less animosity and more compassion, love and empathy in their dealings with other people; especially fellow music fans. That's it.

i still want to know who the fuck sent PAULYBEE that PM, i wanna oust that bastard, its all well and good doggin each other in a thread but to PM him with shite like that..... i'm a thick Irish cunt, i'll be the first to admit it i dont like that kind of personal intrusion, its rude and manners need to be taught.

I can safely say that I value my oneupmanship a lot less than anyone else here.

What, really, is so bad about cliques? Are they not simply natural social associations?

Like-minded people tend to side with one another. There are certain people one prefers to socialize with over others. I believe that concept, in reality, is called having friends.

It seems as though people only feel threatened by what they perceive as a 'clique' mentality when they are in a context in which they feel they need to prove their validity. People assert their opinions, yearn for them to be supported, and tremble at the thought of being countered or ridiculed. In this situation, such an individual feels threatened by a group of people that may, because of a shared perspective, collectively disagree with them. Thus follows the petulant braying of "Clique!"

What is so difficult to understand about this concept? And what is so inherently evil about it?

I like some of you more than I like others, and I tend to disagree with some members of the board moreso than others. This is true of EVERYONE on this board - it's a sociological given. So quit whining about cliques, because regardless of size, everyone's in one.

The only problem is that it's fucking BORING lately. And there's no one to blame for that; we've simply encountered a brief quagmire.

Again, let's pull our panties out of our asscrack, shall we?

Mmm. Truncated panties.



Ha. That's funny twice.

the board has been way better in the mast 3 months though that it has been at any other point in the last 2 years though.

kolera is still floating about somewhere i believe, but with a new name.

and i reckon you should just post the PM including who sent it pauly. name and shame!

Cliques are groups of friends.
Elitists are people who care who their friends are.
Complaining about cliques and elitism is funny.
Obviously some people are gonna get along well, and some aren't gonna get along at all.
I like people who can take and receive some friendly ribbings, people who don't take it personally when someone doesn't like the same bands they like (or indeed when someone hates a band they love), and people who can recover from a heated exchange and return to friendliness and respect.
My recent exchange with trance feeeedback in the religion thread was great to me, because we got a little more heated than either one of us intended, acknowledged it and moved on. Trance feeedback is still someone I like a great deal, and probably more so now that I know we can recover from a dumb argument and remain friendly. More of that would be nice.

Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
We'll call the likely lads
But if its left to you,
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
Just blood run's thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
Its important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You dont wanna know!

If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a song
Well that's the touch, my lad
They sold the rights to all the wrongs
And when they knew you'd give me songs
Welcome back, I said

The blood runs thicker,oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If thats important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't want to know
You don't want to know

Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?

Oh what became of forever?

Oh what became of forever?
Though, we'll never know

Please don't get me wrng
See I forgive you in a song
We call the Likely Lads
We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't want to know
You don't want to know!

Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?

Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know

Who can turn the world on with her smile?
Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Well it's you girl, and you should know it
With each glance and every little movement you show it

Love is all around, no need to fake it.
You can have the town, why don't you take it.
You're gonna make it after all

How will you make it on your own?
This world is awfully big
And girl this time your all alone
But it's time you started living
It's time you let someone else do some giving

Love is all around, no need to fake it.
You can have the town, why don't you take it.
You're gonna make it after all,
You're gonna make it after all

Your the one most likely to succeed
Just be sure to keep your head
Cause girl you know that's all you need
Everyone around you adores you
Don't give up the world is waiting for you

Love is all around, no need to waste it.
You can have the town, why don't you take it.
You're gonna make it after all,
You're gonna make it after all

Who can turn the world on with her smile?
Who can suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Well it's you girl, and you should know it
With each glance and every little movement you show it

Love is all around, no need to waste it.
You can have the town, why don't you take it.
You're gonna make it after all,
You're gonna make it after all

Lemme hear ya say yeah! (wow!)
Lemme hear ya say yeah! (wow!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no there's no limit!
no, no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no there's no limit!
No no limits, we'll reach for the sky!
No valley to deep. No mountain too high.
No no limits, we'll reach for the sky,
we do what we want and we do it with pride.
Lemme hear ya say yeah! (wow!)
Hard to the core, I feel the floor.
When I'm on stage, yo, ya answer more.
I'm on the edge, I know the ledge,
I work real hard to collect my cash!
Tick tick ticka tick take your time,
when I'm goin' I'm goin' for mine.
Open your ears and you will hear it.
I tell you this 'cause there's no limit!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no, no, no there's no limit!
Ow! Hey yay yeah hey hey!
Now, now, hey yeah yeh hey hey! Hoo!
No limits allowed, cause there's much crowd,
microphone check as I choose my route.
I'm playing on the road; I've got no fear,
the south from my mouth is on record here.
There never will be no mountain too high.
Reach the top, touch the sky!
They tried to diss me cause I sell out...
I'm making techno and I am proud!

Punkaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Hey Punka (hey), how're you doin'?
Hey Punka (hey), are you staying true to you?
Cos that's what Punkas do,
I wanna be a Punka too,
And if your friends all bitch, you're a Punka (Punka),
If your life is kitsch, you're a Punka (Punka),
I'm a Punka too.

Hey Punka (hey), I've got ambition,
Hey Punka (hey), my one wish is to,
Be as punk as you when I grow up,
If Punkas ever do grow up,
And if your hits all miss, you're a Punka (Punka),
If you dance like this, you're a Punka (Punka),
I'm a Punkaaaaaaa.

P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
Lo-fi songs are great, Punka!
P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
We never learnt to play, cos we're Punka!
I wanna be a Punka too,
When I grow up if Punkas ever do,
I wanna be,
P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
Underground cliche, Punka!
P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
We always want to stay, hey Punka!
I wanna be a Punka too,
When I grow up if Punkas ever do,
And play guitar like.

1-2-3-4,
P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
Lo-fi songs are great, Punka!
P-U-N-K-A, Punka!
Don't you want to play, Punka?

I wanna be a Punka too,
When I grow up if Punkas ever do,
I wanna be like youuuuuuuuuuu.

Fuckin hell don't we have a lyrics thread already?

Back on topic-Blah blah blah. Sure it's becoming a popularity contest but hey.

Who’s that boy with the honey face, looks like he should be sedated
He’s all smash and grab in his adidas tags, wound up and agitated,

And I bet he’s not a real punk boy
Bet he’s not a real punk boy, bet he’s not a real punk boy

Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room
Do rain clouds scatter and fall
Do you feel yourself sigh when he passes you by
Or do you grow a hundred feet tall

D’you go bang shang alang, every time you see him
D’you go bang shang alang, every time you’re near him
D’you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him

If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy at all

Who’s that boy with the ocean green eyes
In rough trade every saturday,
Don’t he look cute in his eighties track suit
I wish I hadn’t thrown mine away

And I bet he’s not a real punk boy
Bet he’s not a real punk boy,
Bet he’s not a real punk boy at all

Do stars explode when he walks you home, on a cool and clear evening
D’you wanna put him on like your favourite song
Or never wanna hear him

D’you go bang shang alang, every time you see him
D’you go bang shang alang, every time you’re near him
D’you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him

If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy at all

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

Should east and west be ever divided
Resigned to living, living in fear

I have to agree though. It is getting worse.

Running away
To get away,
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
You're wearing out your shoes.

Looh at you fooling you!

Making Blues Of day and night.
Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee!
You're stretching out your dues.

The shorter cut is quicker,
But . . . Ha! Ha! il l Hd Time k here to stay! Look at you fooling you!

The deeper in debt
The harder You bet, Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee!
Need more room to play! Look at you fooling you!

Another day
You're farther away.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
A lonpr trip back home

Sonic Life People!!!

Sonic Life!!!!

What does that even mean?
Is it less of a non-sequitir if it's in 58 point type?

Dude, don't you get it?


SONIGG LOIYFE!!!

haha

this is true oh! this is true it's true

mister forever said nothing said
I can sing
hit it! make it a dead one
with words like with words like
blood and soldier and mother
o.k. o.k.
I want to I wanna sleep before the end
which is most impolite
hit it! make it a dead one
if nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
you can sing the end
o.k. o.k.
then I could get
all the little animals out of my room
hit it! with a broom, with a broom!
o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k.
put them in a big white sack
no visitors came
hit it! with words like...
like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea...
yea hit it... like like
thou thou shalt not um like
thou shalt not This is the end This
This really is the living end
This really is the living end
like really This is the end and it's still living

what a dumbass. who pmed you?

c'mon pauly NAME HIM AND SHAME HIM....and i was'nt you assblaster, you just lap up the attention

this thread is too long to read and i haven't had my coffee yet

so all im going to say is paulybee don't let the asstards one-up you

dish it out back!! in good irish form now let me ask "is this a private fight or can anyone join?" :D (i'll kick their head for you if you want, he he).

have fun bro. i swear protesting bad weather is rather futile.

now off for my coffee and smoke... i hope this thread dies :)

whoa!!! didnt expect this one to turn out to be one of the most intereesting threads we've had for a while. sorry about my mood earlier although i stick by what i said and yeah, the fun got to come back in here somehow!!!! maybe its the result of a relativly poor sy record??? i mean it wasnt like this after syr6 release......

and guys, im not gonna name the fuck who pmed me, suffice to say, it wasnt a long term standing member, he/she/it probably posted once or twice. its not in my nature to blaggard out someone like that....

and sonic sphere.... pm attack to you

what about us shipman indeed

sonic peace attack to you all, you are all real cool!

I have nothing to add right now apart from this: What the hell is that Harold Shipman song?

Its What About Us By The Fall Off Last Years Fall Heads Roll Album!

The forum has always sucked. Get over it.

Hey PAULYBEE...man, I have to agree with you. I totally am not comfortable with the new board, miss the old board, blah, blah, blah. But things change and life goes on.

I miss my friends who are still here but I don't know they're here because they have new usernames.

I feel like a complete ass cuz I can't even figure out how to post an image under my username...

People just seem more ready to pounce on each other now...maybe it'll pass.

LOL

I think your jugs are profoundly keeping together all that is sacred and good.