All lyrical credits will be paid should your lines be used.
― the music mole (colin s barrow), Tuesday, 13 April 2004 23:32 (twenty-two years ago)
Back lava and a pained reaction
so hot for your volcanic action
spilling over and you can't blame gravity
shooting out from your vesuvial cavity
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Tuesday, 13 April 2004 23:36 (twenty-two years ago)
You took a mystery
And made me want it
You got a pedestal
And put me on it
You made me love you
Out of feeling nothing
Something that you do, oh
And I was there not
Dancing with anyone
You took a little then
You took me over
You set your mark on
Stealing my heart away
Crying trying
Anything for you
I'm in the middle of
A volcanic action
(Volcanic action)
You give me all the
After midnight action
(Don't pass me by)
I wanna get you
Where I can let you
Make all that love to me
I'm on a journey
For the inspiration
(Inspiration)
To anywhere and
There ain't no salvation
(Don't make me cry)
I need you to get me
Nearer to you
So you can set me free
We talk about love, love, love
We talk about love
We talk about love, love, love
We talk about love
You make me tremble
When your hand moves lower
(When you're in love)
You taste a little
Then you follow slower
(When you're in love)
Nature has a way
Of yielding treasure
Pleasure made for you
You gotta plan your future
Is on the run
Shine a light for
The whole world over
You never find your love
If you hide away
Crying dying
All you gotta do is
Get in the middle of
A volcanic action
(Volcanic action)
You get a medal when
You're lost in action
(Don't pass me by)
I wanna get your love
All ready for the
Sweet sensation
Instant radiation
You let me hold you
For the first explosion
(First explosion)
We get a picture of
Our love in motion
(Don't make me cry)
My arms will cover my lips
Will smother you
(Sooner or later)
With no more left to say
We talk about love, love, love
We talk about love
You let me hold you
For the first explosion
My arms will cover you
All you gotta do is
Get in the middle of
A volcanic action
(Volcanic action)
You get a medal when
You're lost in action
(Don't pass me by)
I wanna get your love
All ready for the
Sweet sensation
Instant radiation
You let me hold you
For the first explosion
(First explosion)
We get a picture of
Our love in motion
(Don't make me cry)
My arms will cover my lips
Will smother you
(Sooner or later)
With no more left to say
All you gotta do is
Get in the middle of
A volcanic action
(Volcanic action)
You get a medal when
You're lost in action
(Don't pass me by)
I wanna get your love
All ready for the
Sweet sensation
Instant radiation
You let me hold you
For the first explosion
(First explosion)
We get a picture of
Our love in motion
(Don't make me cry)
My arms will cover my lips
Will smother you
(Sooner or later)
With no more left to say
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 13 April 2004 23:36 (twenty-two years ago)
Deep inside my bowels
The pressure builds
I'm on the edge
The edge of a Volcanic Action
Must be some sort of reaction
I just don't understand the attraction
Baby
My heart goes boom
Like Krakatoa at noon
My car needs a waxing
But your love is so taxing
And my bowels need relief
from the Volcanic Action
You put me in traction
Ohhh Baby Ohhh Baby
Volcanic Action
Volcanic Action
Ohhh Baby Ohhh Baby
Cathartic reaction
Why do you treat me like
A mathematical fraction
*guitar solo*
Vvvvvv
Vvvvvvvv
Vvvvvvvvvvoooooolllllll
Voooooooooolllllllllllllll
VOLCANIC ACTIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
ACTIONNNNNNNNNNNN
ACTIONNNNNNNNNNNN
ACTIONNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
*fade out*
*fade in*
nnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
OW!!
*two minutes of feedback*
― Davlo (Davlo), Tuesday, 13 April 2004 23:58 (twenty-two years ago)
"Going round on the circle line
Trying to find a way out
People stare like they've seen a ghost
You know it leaves me in doubt
What I say and the way I dress
It's got nothing to do with the need to impress
I got on appetite to hold on tight
Thinking loud may hurt I'm on the alertVolcanic reaction
An eccentic attraction
Volcanic reaction
It's a cind of distraction
Short comings bring me to my knees
I don't know but when
It gets there I just freeze
Let me out let me go who wants to know
Theres a pain but no sympathy for
Eyes in the dark become flashing lamps
Today I met someone with
An interest I stamps
Proportions distortions
With no questions asked
Thinking aloud may hurt I'm on the alert
A grin just becomes a crack in my face
What dislodged amusement is this I can taste
Confusions illusions whose side are they on
Thinking aloud may hurt I'm on the alert"
I susoect I'd probably have to share any royalties with Nick Cash and Guy Days 'though....
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 07:11 (twenty-two years ago)