This is IPR post #10,000.
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IPR Post #10,000
August 19th, 2012 · written by paulie · 18 Comments
Filed Under: open threads
18 responses so far ↓
1 Trent Hill // Aug 19, 2012 at 5:11 pm
Love the picture, Paulie. Thanks to everyone who made it happen.
2 Root Sucks // Aug 19, 2012 at 7:31 pm
Good stuff! This is a great site!
3 Jill Pyeatt // Aug 19, 2012 at 7:42 pm
Congratulations to all of us! Now, where’s that champagne?
4 paulie // Aug 19, 2012 at 8:16 pm
My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically ev’rything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I’m out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face.
I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all,
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
Some get a kick from cocaine.
I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific’ly too
[Paulie: I wish! -p]
Yet I get a kick out of you.
I get a kick ev’rytime I see
You standing there before me.
I get a kick though it’s clear to me
You obviously don’t adore me.
I get no kick in a plane,
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do,
Yet I get a kick out of you.
5 Melty // Aug 19, 2012 at 8:50 pm
great song! Ill take the Sarah Vaughan version
6 paulie // Aug 19, 2012 at 8:57 pm
Yeah, someone should have told me to take that version and sniff perfume instead of cocaine 29 years ago…
7 Melty // Aug 19, 2012 at 9:27 pm
You go to my head
and you linger like a haunting refrain,
and I find you aspinning around in my brain
like the bubbles in a glass of champange.
You go to my head
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew,
and I find the very mention of you
like the kicker in a julip or two.
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea
casts a spell over me,
and I say to myself ,”Get a hold of yourself.
Can’t you see that it never can be?”
You go to my head
with a smile that makes my teperature rise.
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes,
though I’m certain that this heart of mine
hasn’t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance.
8 George Whitfield // Aug 19, 2012 at 10:24 pm
Congratulations! I try to read this site every day.
9 Matt Cholko // Aug 19, 2012 at 10:27 pm
…one bourbon, one scotch, one beer…
Champagne makes for a terrible morning.
10 Peter Gemma // Aug 20, 2012 at 7:04 am
wow – never saw a currency note like that – you guys made $10,000?!?
congrats!
11 Curt Boyd // Aug 20, 2012 at 8:58 am
I dig #4, #7 and #9, but I always preferred “Elderberry Wine” by Elton John.
Congrats to IPR! I check daily for news!
12 paulie // Aug 20, 2012 at 9:42 am
White! Ooh-white! White! Ooh-white!
White! Ooh-white! White! Ooh-white!
(White Lines)
Vision dreams of passion
(Going through my mind)
And all the while I think of you
(Pipeline)
A very strange reaction
(Yours to unwind)
The more I see, the more I do
Something of a phenomenon,
Telling your body to come along
Cause White Lines blow away
Blow! Rock! Blow!
Ticket to ride a white-line highway
tell all your friends they can go my way
Pay your toll, sell your soul
pound for pound it costs more than gold
The longer you stay, the more you pay
my white lines go a long way
Either up your nose or through your vein
with nothing to gain except killing your brain
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Aaaaah…
Higher baby, get higher baby, get higher baby
and don’t ever come down… Free base!
Pipeline (pure as the driven snow)
connected to my mind
(and now I’m having fun, baby!)
Highrise (it’s getting kind of low)
’cause it makes you feel so nice
(I need some one on one, baby!)
Tell me it’ll blow your mind away (baby)
going to your little hideaway
‘Cause white lines (what do white lines do?)
blow away
Blow! – Rock! – Blow!
A million magic crystals painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars almost overnight
Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt
And if you get hooked baby,
it’s nobody else’s fault – so don’t do it!
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Aaaaah…
Higher baby, get higher baby, get higher baby
and don’t ever come down… Free base!
(Don’t you get too high)
Don’t you get too high, baby
(It turns you on)
You really turn me on and on
(Can’t you ever come down)
My temperature is rising
(‘Til the thrill is gone)
No, I don’t want you to go
A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time
He got out three years from now
just to commit more crime
A businessman is caught with twenty four kilos
He’s out on bail, and out of jail,
and that’s the way it goes!
Cane! Sugar! Cane! Sugar! Cane!
Athletes reject it – governors correct it
Gangsters, punks, and smugglers are
thoroughly respected
The money gets divided – the women get excited
Now I’m broke and it’s no joke
it’s hard as hell to fight it – don’t buy it!
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! – Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (say freeze, come on!)
Freeze! (say rock, come on y’all)
Rock (put ‘em up, put ‘em up, put ‘em up!)
Aaaaah…
13 JT // Aug 20, 2012 at 11:10 am
Paulie, I hope that you just copied & pasted that, not typed all of that out.
14 paulie // Aug 20, 2012 at 11:16 am
But of course.
15 Jill Pyeatt // Aug 20, 2012 at 11:29 am
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would hurt the children any way they could
A boring ready region upon anything we did exposing every weakness how the kid did bye the kid
Out in the middle of nowhere
they were at home at night
their fat and psychopathic wives would beat them,
to within inches of their lives
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the class room
Teachers leave those kids alone
Hey, teachers! Leave those kids alone!
All in all, it’s just a
Nother brick in the wall
All in all, you’re just a
Nother brick in the wall
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the class room
Teachers leave those kids alone
Hey, teachers! Leave those kids alone!
All in all, it’s just a
Nother brick in the wall
All in all, you’re just a
Nother brick in the wall
If u dont eat ur meat u kant have ne pudding
How kan u have any pudding if u dont eat ur meat
16 Deran // Aug 20, 2012 at 3:25 pm
Congratulations, and thanks for the good daily read!
17 Mark Axinn // Aug 21, 2012 at 4:32 pm
Congrats to the entire IPR crew.
Great job!!!!
18 paulie // Aug 21, 2012 at 10:46 pm
@12 and the parody/tribute…
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