Talia's Song Pick-O-The-Week

Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
By: U2
I have climbed highest the mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devill
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...

Remember these??

Reade Street cheese fries!! We need to get there soon!
I miss it!! :( Besides, I can't let Jimmy forget me, I like gettin free shots!

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An inspirational story of rags to riches and F all you bitches that said I couldn't do it! Some day soon, kiddies, some day REALLY SOON!............

Juicy
By: NOTORIOUS B.I.G.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive

And it's all... (It's all good)...
and if you don't know, now you know, nigga,

Where Brooklyn At?

These are the lovely ladies I live with! Who wouldn't want to come to Brooklyn to visit us???

Woo Hoo!!

Time to celebrate! My laoptop is fixed, and I have the internet in my apartment! All is good in the world!

Am I evil??

As New Yorkers we are all too familiar with those mothers on the train who, although incapable of speaking a full sentence of English, are NY residents along with their 24 identical children.

Is it evil of me to silently and anxiously stare in eager, wide-eyed anticipation for their inevitable awkward stumble and (if Im lucky) resultant smacking of a body part against the train walls,poles, or bystanders?

You know they're on the train like 16 times a day, strollers and carts full of crap in tow, carting their sticky-faced, gibberish speaking children to god knows where, and yet, they have not realized that the sudden forward movement of the train causes their bodies to be thrust backward!

It amuses me in a sick way, and I enjoy watching them stupidly stumble as if subject to the randomness of an earthquake as opposed to the totally predictable nature of the public transportation system in New York City. With each clunk of a head against a hard surface I secretly cheer to myself, as if celebrating a sadistic victory of some sort.

Never mind, I answered my own question. YES, I am EVIL!

Talia's Song Pick-O-The-Week

COUNTERFEIT
By Limp Bizkit

Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit
you're freakin' me out you wear a mask
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit
you're freakin' me out you were a.......FAKE!

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete
Strange to see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
Reality bites but that's what life is
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior
Hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava
Artificial minds seekin out the new trends
Get in where you fit in
Quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture
Let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow
A damn shame you wanna change yourself
Because you're sick of yourself

Well I'm sick of you too.....FAKE!
You're a, a counterfeit.......FAKE!
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too.....FAKE!
You're a, a counterfeit......FAKE!

I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limp on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
Because you're sick of yourself........

Well I'm sick of you too.......FAKE!
You're a, a counterfeit........FAKE!
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too......FAKE!
You're a, a counterfeit.......FAKE!

All these phonies
You disregarded your life (disregarded your life)
You disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen)
from hangin out with my family
But I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard)
So you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
But you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
Just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)

Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit

Now you're steadily startin to change
You wanna rearrange your lifestyle live like the wild child
With the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
A lie but you deny you're a FAKE!

You know we figured you're a phony (FAKE)
You know we figured you out (FAKE)
You know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you OUT

I'm Citable!

For those of you interested in domain name trademark infringement, like me, here is a nice little decision, by the National Arbitration Forum in which Penthouse Magazine successfully reacquired the website penthouse-pet.com from a cyber-squatter.


Ok, so the real reason im posting this cite is because IM MENTIONED IN IT TWICE!!! See Respondent's contentions part B!!

HOLLA!

General Media Communications, Inc. v. Daniel Kunkel

I love Penthouse Magazine!

Funny Story

I was chatting with my cousin about how I was a terror to my roomates in college because I wanted to play all the time and all they wanted to do was study. The following is a story of one of those times, that still makes me laugh when I think about it..............

Detroit2NYC: so when I was in college and we lived in that house on Park Lane
Detroit2NYC: the two other girls that had bedrooms upstairs where mine was would always try to be serious and shut their doors so they could do homework and study and crap
Detroit2NYC: but college was a snap for me so I never really studied till finals....
Detroit2NYC: (don't worry I got mine in law school)...
Detroit2NYC: so anyway
Detroit2NYC: are you listening???
DrV1day2b: yeah
Detroit2NYC: so I would always try to do stupid things to distract them while they were in their rooms studying
DrV1day2b: yeah
Detroit2NYC: because I wanted them to come out and play with me
Detroit2NYC: so this one day, I found one of those giant oversized pencils
Detroit2NYC: you know the kind im talking about
DrV1day2b: yeah
Detroit2NYC: and a can of chili from the garbage on which the label read "no beans"...
Detroit2NYC: so I ripped off the label
Detroit2NYC: (oh and a side note: they would lock me out of their rooms because I would come in to bother them)
Detroit2NYC: so I ripped off the label from the chili can
DrV1day2b: yeah
Detroit2NYC: and cut out the part that said "no beans"
Detroit2NYC: and taped it to the giant over-sized pencil
Detroit2NYC: and shoved it under their bedroom doors, waving it wildly back and forth on the ground
Detroit2NYC: till they noticed and got mad at me
DrV1day2b: you're a dork
Detroit2NYC: all the while giggling hysterically to myself in the hall way
DrV1day2b: lol that's funny
Detroit2NYC: and chanting "no beans!" "no beans!"
DrV1day2b: lol
Detroit2NYC: It was HILARIOUS
DrV1day2b: lol

Ahhhhh, memories! Don't you wish you had lived with me?! ;)

Talia's Song Pick-o-the-week

Wishlist
By Pearl Jam

I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off.
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.
I wish I was a sentimental ornamnet you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top,
I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the grounds
for fifty million hands up raised and opened toward the sky.

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me.
I wish I was a messenger, and all the news is good.
I wish I was the full moon shining off your camaro's hood.

I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun,
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on.
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.
I wish I was the verb to trust, and never let you down.

I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up,
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I guess it never stops.

Talia's Song Pick-o-the week

I'm a lucky lady. I've got a hell of a team, and this goes out to my crew, you know who you are, and especially Captain D-Fizzle!! I LOVE YOU !!!
....my whole crew outta know

Count Me In
By Gary Lewis and the Playboys

If you need someone to count on, count me in
Someone you can rely on through thick and thin
When you start to count the ones that you might ever doubt
If you think of counting me, count me out

When you count the ones that want you, count me, too
And if I'm not first on your list, count me blue
Just be sure you count on me and when the countin's through
Count me madly in love with you

If you need someone to count on when you're down
And all your other friends you've lost, count me found
Just be sure you count on me when you're down and out
Count me in through thick and thin or it don't count

When you count the ones that want you, count me, too
And if I'm not first on your list, count me blue
Just be sure you count on me and when the countin's through
Count me madly in love with you