Georgia's Hand by spOOn
Backed up to a distant shore
Without a clue a why or wherefore
I'm suffering all alone
My choice once again
My choice once again
My nowhere home from home
Home from home
Georgia's hand is in my mind
She touched me oh so delicately
I never wanted to return to a life of obscenity
And I'm lost without a clue
Spend my time thinking of you
And the way you made me feel
Oh the touch of your hand it felt so real
Georgia's hand is in my mind
Georgia's hand is in my mind
Georgia's hand is in my mind
Takes me back to the time
I remember her she was 17
Prettiest girl in town
She had knowledge that belied her years
All the men would come around
35 Dollars could buy you an interesting time
Thirty Minutes of solitude with Georgia on your mind
Georgia's hand is in my hand
And it makes me feel okay
Georgia's hand is on my knee
And it makes me wanna play
Georgia's hand is in my jeans
Georgia's hand is stroking me
Georgia's hand is pulling me
Off to ecstasy
Off to ecstasy
Georgia's hand is in my bed
Georgia's hand is in my bed
Georgia's hand is in my bed
And I'm inside of Georgia
Georgia's Hand
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Nigel (spOOn) Clements
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Georgia's Hand
Last edited by Nigel (spOOn) Clements on Fri Dec 08, 2006 3:36 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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WeaselSlayer
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Georgia's Hand
by the endless attention seeker
He lives in a temple of prepared flesh.
Bleached the bones and he ate the rest.
Fed once more from his mother's breasts
didn't have to go far, they were on his chest.
Leftovers in the fridge and he'd turn off all the lights.
Chorus: If you were me for 5 seconds,
what would you do?
If you were me for 5 minutes,
you'd have killed her too.
You'd cut her hand off and put it in stew,
you'd eat out of her head.
The light came in at a quarter to ten.
The door struck down and the walls caved in.
Flashlights danced across my sin,
I went to the cellar and I hid again,
I knew what was coming and I tried to take my life.
CHORUS
Call me a monster, call me a saint,
I'm the holy water that you love to taint,
so swallow me whole and huff the paint,
I'm everything that you're glad you ain't,
but in your head you've committed the same crimes.
Your mother taught the very same nursery rhymes.
Peter peter pumpkin eater
had a wife and couldn't keep her
put her in a pumpkin shell
now he's here with me in hell.
by the endless attention seeker
He lives in a temple of prepared flesh.
Bleached the bones and he ate the rest.
Fed once more from his mother's breasts
didn't have to go far, they were on his chest.
Leftovers in the fridge and he'd turn off all the lights.
Chorus: If you were me for 5 seconds,
what would you do?
If you were me for 5 minutes,
you'd have killed her too.
You'd cut her hand off and put it in stew,
you'd eat out of her head.
The light came in at a quarter to ten.
The door struck down and the walls caved in.
Flashlights danced across my sin,
I went to the cellar and I hid again,
I knew what was coming and I tried to take my life.
CHORUS
Call me a monster, call me a saint,
I'm the holy water that you love to taint,
so swallow me whole and huff the paint,
I'm everything that you're glad you ain't,
but in your head you've committed the same crimes.
Your mother taught the very same nursery rhymes.
Peter peter pumpkin eater
had a wife and couldn't keep her
put her in a pumpkin shell
now he's here with me in hell.
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Denyer
- Niemöller
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- Submitting as: Ross Durand
- Location: Melbourne
- Contact:
I've got Georgia's hand it's at home in a box
It was a shoe box originally, my shoes go over my socks
My socks go on my feet which I use when I dance
And I dance everywhere like my name is Lance Bass
But without the anal intercourse and being in N Sync
My favourite Wayne Knight film isn't Basic Instinct
It was alright, there was Michael Douglas, Sharon Stone
But no dinosaurs and no Rowan Atkinson
Rowan Atkinson, Mr. Bean, ha ha he's funny
Remember that time when he didn't have any money
So he played Indiana Jones in a panto
And joined The Police, and played the banjo
He made a political documentary, it was banned though
It exposed Tony Blair's past working as a man ho
It mentioned Tony Blair once fell down a man hole
He broke his leg but George Clooney mended it
Before his documentary was banned I rented it
I ripped it and distributed it over the internet
This girl Georgia was going to turn me in by calling the po-po
So I cut her hand off so she couldn't work the telephone
I cut her hand off so she couldn't work the telephone
I say, so she couldn't work the telephone
You're going to have to try harder than that bitch
If you want to turn me in, get hands free
Yeah I won this battle
I'll illegally distribute all the political documentaries I want
Hey, it's my right as an American
Spud hates little people
It was a shoe box originally, my shoes go over my socks
My socks go on my feet which I use when I dance
And I dance everywhere like my name is Lance Bass
But without the anal intercourse and being in N Sync
My favourite Wayne Knight film isn't Basic Instinct
It was alright, there was Michael Douglas, Sharon Stone
But no dinosaurs and no Rowan Atkinson
Rowan Atkinson, Mr. Bean, ha ha he's funny
Remember that time when he didn't have any money
So he played Indiana Jones in a panto
And joined The Police, and played the banjo
He made a political documentary, it was banned though
It exposed Tony Blair's past working as a man ho
It mentioned Tony Blair once fell down a man hole
He broke his leg but George Clooney mended it
Before his documentary was banned I rented it
I ripped it and distributed it over the internet
This girl Georgia was going to turn me in by calling the po-po
So I cut her hand off so she couldn't work the telephone
I cut her hand off so she couldn't work the telephone
I say, so she couldn't work the telephone
You're going to have to try harder than that bitch
If you want to turn me in, get hands free
Yeah I won this battle
I'll illegally distribute all the political documentaries I want
Hey, it's my right as an American
Spud hates little people
Niveous wrote:It's a song about your dick and there's just not enough material to satisfy.
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fodroy
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- Submitting as: praise muzak
- Location: athens, ga
- Contact:
Flypaper Orchestra
Georgia’s hand is on the end of my arm.
I can’t move her fevered fingers.
In Georgia’s palm the future lingers.
Baby’s hand is on the end of my chain.
She’s at the end of my chain
and I’m just holding her down.
and she is just holding me down.
Georgia’s hand has got me moving south
She’s got me moving south
She’s the one that I don’t doubt.
I don’t doubt her.
Georgia’s breath is tracing me down south.
I can smell the fragrance from her mouth.
It’s wet dog and magnolia blood.
If I could ever love another one
in Georgia she will come.
To Georgia I should run.
If I could ever love some pretty one
then she would find her ugly one.
On his way to Georgia he runs.
Georgia’s hand is on the end of my arm.
I can’t move her fevered fingers.
In Georgia’s palm the future lingers.
Baby’s hand is on the end of my chain.
She’s at the end of my chain
and I’m just holding her down.
and she is just holding me down.
Georgia’s hand has got me moving south
She’s got me moving south
She’s the one that I don’t doubt.
I don’t doubt her.
Georgia’s breath is tracing me down south.
I can smell the fragrance from her mouth.
It’s wet dog and magnolia blood.
If I could ever love another one
in Georgia she will come.
To Georgia I should run.
If I could ever love some pretty one
then she would find her ugly one.
On his way to Georgia he runs.
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GlennCase
- Niemöller
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- Pronouns: he/him
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- Contact:
<b>Glenn Case
Georgia's Hand</b>
<i>(Mixed and mastered by Puce)</i>
If there's one thing Georgia taught me
It would be that things don't go as planned
As much as you may get to know her
You will never understand
They say that girls like Georgia don't exist
But they are always in demand
And that's why every man she's ever met
Is in the palm of Georgia's hand
It's not as though she has a choice
She's like a magnet to the boys
CHORUS 1
SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THAT SHE'S IMPRESSIVE
'THOUGH THE GUYS HAVE ALL ADDRESSED IT
AND SHE'S SO FED UP WITH IT THAT SHE COULD SCREAM
She could use a private landfill
To throw away the gifts the men have bought
So if you try to send her flowers then
You're only going to piss her off
She's given up on true romance
And that's why I don't have a chance
CHORUS 2
SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THAT SHE'S IMPRESSIVE
'THOUGH THE GUYS HAVE ALL EXPRESSED IT
AND SHE'S SO FED UP WITH IT THAT SHE COULD SCREAM
All the ones that seemed so different
Only disappointed her with time
Their approaches were unique
But they only had the same thing on their mind
If you try to be her man
She might just slap you with that hand
(REPEAT CHORUS 1 and 2)
Georgia's Hand</b>
<i>(Mixed and mastered by Puce)</i>
If there's one thing Georgia taught me
It would be that things don't go as planned
As much as you may get to know her
You will never understand
They say that girls like Georgia don't exist
But they are always in demand
And that's why every man she's ever met
Is in the palm of Georgia's hand
It's not as though she has a choice
She's like a magnet to the boys
CHORUS 1
SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THAT SHE'S IMPRESSIVE
'THOUGH THE GUYS HAVE ALL ADDRESSED IT
AND SHE'S SO FED UP WITH IT THAT SHE COULD SCREAM
She could use a private landfill
To throw away the gifts the men have bought
So if you try to send her flowers then
You're only going to piss her off
She's given up on true romance
And that's why I don't have a chance
CHORUS 2
SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THAT SHE'S IMPRESSIVE
'THOUGH THE GUYS HAVE ALL EXPRESSED IT
AND SHE'S SO FED UP WITH IT THAT SHE COULD SCREAM
All the ones that seemed so different
Only disappointed her with time
Their approaches were unique
But they only had the same thing on their mind
If you try to be her man
She might just slap you with that hand
(REPEAT CHORUS 1 and 2)
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MintyHandy
- Goldman
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- Recording Method: None
Georgia's Hand
Georgia's Hand
Minty Handy
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Why must we be fighting for Georgia's hand
Don't you know there's only room for one man
If you ask her to choose, you'll lose
Unless you win which I can't stand to conceive
Surely it'd be better if she asked you to leave
Why must you insist that sweet Georgia decide
She only needs one man to keep her satisfied
If she tells you to stay today
Well I could never ever understand why
Wouldn't it be better if you said goodbye
When uncontested I was top of her charts
My baby daily breaking other men's hearts
No force or fellah could have broken us apart
When I kissed her
When uncontested I was top of her list
And other men they simply didn't exist
But then you met her and I knew that you could not resist her
I wish she had a twin sister
Why must we be rivals, why can't we be friends
Only Georgia knows what her own heart intends
When she makes up her mind, you'll find
That two's a couple and you're making it three
She'll give her heart and her hand to me
Minty Handy
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Why must we be fighting for Georgia's hand
Don't you know there's only room for one man
If you ask her to choose, you'll lose
Unless you win which I can't stand to conceive
Surely it'd be better if she asked you to leave
Why must you insist that sweet Georgia decide
She only needs one man to keep her satisfied
If she tells you to stay today
Well I could never ever understand why
Wouldn't it be better if you said goodbye
When uncontested I was top of her charts
My baby daily breaking other men's hearts
No force or fellah could have broken us apart
When I kissed her
When uncontested I was top of her list
And other men they simply didn't exist
But then you met her and I knew that you could not resist her
I wish she had a twin sister
Why must we be rivals, why can't we be friends
Only Georgia knows what her own heart intends
When she makes up her mind, you'll find
That two's a couple and you're making it three
She'll give her heart and her hand to me
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EightLeggedOedipus
- Attlee
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- Contact:
Georgia's Hand
By Eight Legged Oedipus
Music: Tom Davidson, Zezo Soze
Lyrics: Mbeanis N. Alzin
(C) 2006 Pure Greed Records
She screams "fifteen is a woman" if you know what I mean
She wears lipstick and fishnets as she yells at her father
"Stay out of my business!"
I got the engine running
I'm humming, humming, hmm hm hm hm
Bob Dylan or something
She slams the door in his face
A duffel bag and her supple legs climb into the car
As we race towards a happy ending of bodily bending
Her hair keeps blowing in her face
I can taste it
She'll be my girlfriend and I'll be her rapist
I've never been touched
She's never been touched
She's ready to touch
Gorgeous Georgia's hand is soft and slender, tender
Georgia's hand is a gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man holding gorgeous Georgia's hand
Georgia's gorgeous hand is slender
Soft and tender
Holding Georgia's gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man
Oh Georgia, oh Georgia
Gorgeous Georgia's hand
So slender
So tender
Fortunate
I'm holding Georgia's hand
That gorgeous slender, tender hand
How we met is unfortunate
Because the times, the times, the times, times haven't changed yet
Pity they consider her a kid
We're gicing it our best shot
"Let's get hot" she says
"Not yet, little miss
Let's disappear then get our heads clear
Better let me steer, dear"
Fear
Flesh
Adrenaline
A kiss
Fresher than I ever imagined
Hell yes
Sexy
Get me?
Wet those lips
Get hands on hips
From the arm to the wrist to...
Gorgeous Georgia's hand is soft and slender, tender
Georgia's hand is a gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man holding gorgeous Georgia's hand
Georgia's gorgeous hand is slender
Soft and tender
Holding Georgia's gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man
Oh Georgia, oh Georgia
Gorgeous Georgia's hand
So slender
So tender
Fortunate
I'm holding Georgia's hand
That gorgeous slender, tender hand
By Eight Legged Oedipus
Music: Tom Davidson, Zezo Soze
Lyrics: Mbeanis N. Alzin
(C) 2006 Pure Greed Records
She screams "fifteen is a woman" if you know what I mean
She wears lipstick and fishnets as she yells at her father
"Stay out of my business!"
I got the engine running
I'm humming, humming, hmm hm hm hm
Bob Dylan or something
She slams the door in his face
A duffel bag and her supple legs climb into the car
As we race towards a happy ending of bodily bending
Her hair keeps blowing in her face
I can taste it
She'll be my girlfriend and I'll be her rapist
I've never been touched
She's never been touched
She's ready to touch
Gorgeous Georgia's hand is soft and slender, tender
Georgia's hand is a gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man holding gorgeous Georgia's hand
Georgia's gorgeous hand is slender
Soft and tender
Holding Georgia's gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man
Oh Georgia, oh Georgia
Gorgeous Georgia's hand
So slender
So tender
Fortunate
I'm holding Georgia's hand
That gorgeous slender, tender hand
How we met is unfortunate
Because the times, the times, the times, times haven't changed yet
Pity they consider her a kid
We're gicing it our best shot
"Let's get hot" she says
"Not yet, little miss
Let's disappear then get our heads clear
Better let me steer, dear"
Fear
Flesh
Adrenaline
A kiss
Fresher than I ever imagined
Hell yes
Sexy
Get me?
Wet those lips
Get hands on hips
From the arm to the wrist to...
Gorgeous Georgia's hand is soft and slender, tender
Georgia's hand is a gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man holding gorgeous Georgia's hand
Georgia's gorgeous hand is slender
Soft and tender
Holding Georgia's gorgeous hand
I'm a fortunate man
Oh Georgia, oh Georgia
Gorgeous Georgia's hand
So slender
So tender
Fortunate
I'm holding Georgia's hand
That gorgeous slender, tender hand
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Billy's Little Trip
- Odie
- Posts: 12090
- Joined: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:56 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Drums, Skin Flute
- Recording Method: analog to digital via Presonus FireBox, Cubase and a porn machine
- Submitting as: Billy's Little Trip, Billy and the Psychotics
- Location: Cali fucking ornia
Georgia's Hand
Billy's Little Trip
-intro-
You said you never want to feel like you did that day
I can't say that I blame you, you looked like hell
Too little, too late, too much, I know just how you felt
Could you be with me in the end, I want you to tell me
-verse-
I saw the reason for the ligament
You want to be the one to bang my head
You said you didn't want to fear the day
But you can't turn them all away, I know it was not true
-chorus-
I never want to be the one
receive the callow omni son
You're never trying to roll that way
He said you never want to be
-verse-
I saw it coming from the knife, you tried to stab me
so I went into my Fred Astaire on fire
Too little to what you find, you never want to be the Syriac kind
of what you do, and where you want to be
-chorus-
I never want to be the one
receive the living omni son
You look like you could never be
sing as you bid us all deceit
-outro-
I never want to be the one
deceive the followers, omni son
You hook the razors edge, you die
you drown in henna ink and wine
Billy's Little Trip
-intro-
You said you never want to feel like you did that day
I can't say that I blame you, you looked like hell
Too little, too late, too much, I know just how you felt
Could you be with me in the end, I want you to tell me
-verse-
I saw the reason for the ligament
You want to be the one to bang my head
You said you didn't want to fear the day
But you can't turn them all away, I know it was not true
-chorus-
I never want to be the one
receive the callow omni son
You're never trying to roll that way
He said you never want to be
-verse-
I saw it coming from the knife, you tried to stab me
so I went into my Fred Astaire on fire
Too little to what you find, you never want to be the Syriac kind
of what you do, and where you want to be
-chorus-
I never want to be the one
receive the living omni son
You look like you could never be
sing as you bid us all deceit
-outro-
I never want to be the one
deceive the followers, omni son
You hook the razors edge, you die
you drown in henna ink and wine