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25th of May 2005,
From 45 minutes of dismay to the best night of our lives.
As the clocks started in the final, we all believed,
Until one minute in when we all bereaved.
1-0 Milan and it only got worse,
Then 2-0 and 3-0 was our night of glory cursed?
 
Our heads were hung low, but there was still hope in our hearts,
And that hope turned to belief 9 minutes into the 2nd half.
Gerrard rose above the rest, to put the fire back in the crest upon his chest,
Because the best DO NOT rest! They stand tall,
And within 2 minutes that passion provided another goal.
 
You'll Never Walk Alone echoed throughout the crowd and with this our warriors in red stood proud.
The chants rang loud as our confidence grew,
Would this legacy be passed from the old to the new?
And with that something remarkable occurred,
Almost drowned out by the passion of the pool a whistle was heard.
Penalty to Liverpool was this my imagination?
Then as Xabi drilled in the re-bound a roar was heard across the nation.
The mighty reds of Liverpool had achieved the impossible,
Now our night of glory again seemed quite possible.
 
Legs worked harder and hearts craved success,
But this night belonged to L.F.C some say we may have been blessed.
True we have a few legends,
Residing now in heaven,
But down on earth wearing red shirts I was counting legends and there were eleven.
 
Every player gave all they had to realise their wildest dreams,
And remember to do this you have to overcome and beat the best of teams.
So as extra time loomed and bodies became worn-out,
Another verse of our famous anthem rang again throughout.
 
Our 12th man roared again to rally their incredible team,
And every single one of them was dreaming the same dream.
Seeing that huge, big trophy in our captain's grasp,
Then a huge gasp, and a sigh of relief,
As Shevchenko's double shot was saved by Dudek.
See all you need is a little belief!!
And rumour has it if you watch the replay in slow-motion and follow nothing but the ball,
There were two goalies on the line that night: Dudek and Pope John Paul.
 
So as penalties followed and Serginho first stepped up,
Stevie G secretly had one eye on the cup.
Pirlo followed and missed his chance,
Dudek took Carra's advice and did a little dance.
Smicer's kick was a good one, and it was Milans last chance to redeem,
But Dudek guessed the right way and realised every Liverpudlian's dream!
 
Finally 21 years later after that glorious night in rome,
A new era for Liverpool was born and THE CUP WAS COMING HOME.
As celebrations continued I realised it REALLY was not a lie,
At the end of the storm there REALLY IS a golden sky!


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(feat. Cool & Dre,Fat Joe,Lil Wayne, Paul Wall,Pitbull...)

[Cool & Dre]
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy f*ckin Baby
And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to f*ck
It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shi*t, Lil Wayne f*ck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shi*t
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince
Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shi*t
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)

[Paul Wall]
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass
Gettin cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Nah homie, you done got it f*cked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he's pushing something far and it's f*cked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherf*cker you lose
I'll make you do the f*ck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
shi*t, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherf*ckin sex machine, Holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the shi*t bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall

[Chorus]

[Pitbull]
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Harlas and priests
These boys dirty, they'll f*ck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Oye da loca, mueve a la carada, oye da loca, even la meraya (?)

[Chorus]

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i picked up some new (old) records to add to my colection. one of them was a stevie ray vaughn and double trouble record. it has a kik ass cover of hendrix's voodoo chile

song sugestion: voodoo chile-stevie ray vaughn

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yeah nothing happened today.
song suggestion. little wing or pride and joy-stevie ray vaughn

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My top 5 people of the 80's:
Annie Lennon (eurythmics)
Pete Burn (dead or alive)
Boy George (you better know where hes from)
Prince
Ronnie James Dio
Stevie Nicks (mac)

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if anyone wants to get ahold of me to hang out or something...my cell number is 1-780-233-9122. ask for steve...




i FINALLY did it!


Limecat is NOT pleased


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GO TO stevie6pack 's profile and check out the new video, NOW!

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Tuesday was my 21st birthday. and instead of the usual 'go to the bar and get wasted' celebration, i wanted a fun day with friends.
So it started with breakfast on top of whistler mountain, and then to the peak for cheesy tourist like photos.
Spent the rest of the day shredding the gnar with friends, followed by apres at the Amsterdam for old times sake (pitchers of Keiths and Nachos!)


*%*%*%*%*% New Pics Up %*%*%*%*%*


Squeezed in a quick nap before dinner with friends at Sushi Village.
More drinks at Cinnimon Bear, and then to Tommy Africas where Stevie6packs my totally radical brother-in-law busted his moves and tore up the dancefloor! YEAH SIX!!!

Definitely the best birthday EVER!


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