I'll just stay awake the entire night (or what's left of it) thinking pervy thoughts.

Well I know I would sleep better!!!!:wink3:

 

I had to post that :P

 

I had to post that :P

 

Where's Chris's other hand?:sneaky:

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

holding a banana:wink3: :lol:

holding a banana:wink3: :lol:

 

like a banana split?

 

doesn't that have whipped CREAM on it?

 

:sneaky:

Mmmmmm... :sneaky:

^^ Yes. it. does!!!!!!!

 

Hahaha banana split!!!

Don't think they're gonna waste the cream, no?

Don't think they're gonna waste the cream, no?

 

I think with a mouth this big, he can probably swallow all that cream down...no problem;)

 

:stunned::shocked2:

 

Wow!!!!

How have I not really noticed this pic before????

 

 

reminds me of a number...just can't think of which one.....hmmmm

this thread = too good to be true

 

I dont know how I could have forgotten about it for so long, but the concert reminded me of it, hahaha.

Awwww, Syd and Rick. <3

 

Damn, Jason, you can't invade this thread when my mind is on Chris on Jonny!

How have I not really noticed this pic before????

 

 

reminds me of a number...just can't think of which one.....hmmmm

 

Who knows what happens after the crowd leaves :wink3:

I must also say that chris's running shoes areee pretty darnn nice!

How have I not really noticed this pic before????

 

 

reminds me of a number...just can't think of which one.....hmmmm

 

:stunned:....You didn't notice cuz you were blinded by the perviness of Jonny's guitar thrusting up in just the right place and Chris's perfectly placed hand position of course!

Hahahaha, omg, these shoes.... *lol*

 

Alright, so this is kind of a crackfic. ^^ It isbased on song titles from my last.fm charts from this week.

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm losing touch with my mind," was the last thing you said when you went away. I didn't quite understand what you meant back then, but now it finally dawned on me. This ecstacy symphony that used to be our relationship, it made me feel so good, yet there was my pride. In the name of love I tried to keep it together, but in the end I only begged you to make love to me forever. In the end, you were just my very own Miss California Toothpaste 1972. We needed to come down easy, not making enemies. But the transparent radiation surrounding us developed into something similar to what I used to have with the Chelsea girl I had been with years before that.

Beneath the covers of my bed all this time ago, I decided that I was never gonna fall in love again. New Year's Day was the last time we kissed by the firelight. But even then, it was already only shallow. I wanted the times back when we felt like Lovers in Japan, but you only wrote your ode to street hassle. You didn't care about me any longer. I couldn't see a way out except for walking away from you. You told me that I am the key in our relationship, but I wasn't turning in your lock any more. You were some kind of glider, I guess.

I told you, "She haunts me in my sleep. The Killer Queen." You only laughed and gave me your sunshine smile, but you didn't take me serious.

You told me, "Call the doctor, I guess you need to come down from your violet hill."

We went to my ice cream machine, tried some chocolate and some vanilla. You preferred vanilla, I remember that. I was your favourite fallen idol, heaven knows why. I only said that I was your last ever lone gunman. We were standing so close and I wondered what Moses was doing then. I had the feelin' that Gwyn was feeding him his dinner and I felt bad that I couldn't be with them.

I was movin' on up on you and suddenly I saw life in technicolor. All those bright lights and I shouted at you, laughing, "I am lost!" You shook your head and I felt like on a rollercoaster, searching for the pavement, but I realised that I was walking with Jesus. A loomer I was, your instrumental b. I.O.U. so much, Jonny. Today all that seems so unfamiliar to me.

I went from Doledrum to the cemeteries of London, only to find that you were gone.

I said to you, "Ask me how I am."

And you only whispered, "Close your eyes".

"One night is not enough, Jonny."

I should have known, even back then, that just the faces change. But everyone stays the same, really. I was a star tripper and you were my electric sugar child. You asked me about Mary Anne and I frowned.

"Hey man, I don't know who you're talking about."

Our love felt like absolute gravity in the end and there was nothing I could change about it. Once or twice you let some of your thoughts surface, like that time when my wife met us on tour. She went home and you muttered, "There she goes..."

"Did you ever see Emily play?" I asked you, but you only shook your head.

"You see... Chris... I am not sure whether I want you to be silly..."

"Jonny..."

"When you sleep, it feels like the only time I can see you at rest. When you're awake, you always have to bounce about. Sometimes... I just want to... spend some... quiet time with you."

I shook my head and squeezed your arm lightly.

We had this soul 1 interzone where we could talk about whatever was on your mind, so I didn't understand why you thought we could never enjoy intimate moments. You are such an adorable person, so I don't know what you meant when you told me that you don't want to be with me anymore. I have always wanted to jump down a waterfall with you, do something crazy, but I guess I never told you that.

Dark in mind, you only stared at me whenever I was talking about my wife again.

You hurt me when you said, "She paints well enough for you."

"What do you mean, Jonny?"

Just by saying something I couldn't grasp, you showed me that you didn't want me to know what was bothering you, you've been so glorious usually.

"I would rather be without you, than on/off all the time."

I couldn't say anything about that because it was you, the little doll, against me, a son of a gun.

Sometimes, I wish I'd have shouted "Yes, let's build a rocket, Jonny, and fly to the moon."

But I never did.

It took us so long to here knows when, all the chrome waves we passed. Your Cut#2 was when I didn't come to meet you once, even though I knew it had been important to you. A quick peep around the corner told me that this wasn't like the time when we were sitting on the strawberry swing. You left before I even arrived and I realised that love is noise.

"Things'll never be the same, Chris."

Oh, you still are the only one I love. I gazed at you sadly. 42 months and now it was supposed to be over?

In the summer '68, we haven't been born yet, but I always felt as if this had been the time when I first kissed you. You told me to leave them all behind, everyone who would be jealous of the love we shared and I promised I would.

I broke that promise much too often, every time I went back home and spent weeks only with my wife and children, but I had accepted it. I couldn't keep my promise because I cared about them too much. I could only sit & wonder when you were gone. Until then I didn't know what it meant to be on your own. I felt batten down the hatch, a rush of blood to my head approaching when you passed me the next day. The sound of confusion in my head told me that I should have done as you said.

My life was only black and blue since then. I was starcrazy, mad about you. I still am.

You were soft as snow, but warm inside. If I'd found the right words to say, I probably wouldn't have played my own subterrenean homesick blues when you left. One instrumental a day is what my life looks like now. I feel empty, the reign of love making me feel low. I didn't see the warning sign when I should have, so I wondered whether our love really was the shadowplay I saw.

The scientist I could have been tells me that she's lost control now. Gwyneth doesn't look at me like she used to and I guess it is because my thoughts are always about you. The ice cream I prefer is chocolate, maybe it was because we were so different that we didn't get along in the end.

 

I just found this on youtube...

Absolutely beautiful

:love:

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsC4WAJhrYw]YouTube - Chris and Jonny 2[/ame]

I am so in love with this right now:

 

Absolutely beautiful

:love:

Wow!!! That was beautiful!!

Bravo!!

aaaaaaawwwww this is amazing!!!!!!

 

Hahahaha, omg, these shoes.... *lol*

 

Alright, so this is kind of a crackfic. ^^ It isbased on song titles from my last.fm charts from this week.

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm losing touch with my mind," was the last thing you said when you went away. I didn't quite understand what you meant back then, but now it finally dawned on me. This ecstacy symphony that used to be our relationship, it made me feel so good, yet there was my pride. In the name of love I tried to keep it together, but in the end I only begged you to make love to me forever. In the end, you were just my very own Miss California Toothpaste 1972. We needed to come down easy, not making enemies. But the transparent radiation surrounding us developed into something similar to what I used to have with the Chelsea girl I had been with years before that.

Beneath the covers of my bed all this time ago, I decided that I was never gonna fall in love again. New Year's Day was the last time we kissed by the firelight. But even then, it was already only shallow. I wanted the times back when we felt like Lovers in Japan, but you only wrote your ode to street hassle. You didn't care about me any longer. I couldn't see a way out except for walking away from you. You told me that I am the key in our relationship, but I wasn't turning in your lock any more. You were some kind of glider, I guess.

I told you, "She haunts me in my sleep. The Killer Queen." You only laughed and gave me your sunshine smile, but you didn't take me serious.

You told me, "Call the doctor, I guess you need to come down from your violet hill."

We went to my ice cream machine, tried some chocolate and some vanilla. You preferred vanilla, I remember that. I was your favourite fallen idol, heaven knows why. I only said that I was your last ever lone gunman. We were standing so close and I wondered what Moses was doing then. I had the feelin' that Gwyn was feeding him his dinner and I felt bad that I couldn't be with them.

I was movin' on up on you and suddenly I saw life in technicolor. All those bright lights and I shouted at you, laughing, "I am lost!" You shook your head and I felt like on a rollercoaster, searching for the pavement, but I realised that I was walking with Jesus. A loomer I was, your instrumental b. I.O.U. so much, Jonny. Today all that seems so unfamiliar to me.

I went from Doledrum to the cemeteries of London, only to find that you were gone.

I said to you, "Ask me how I am."

And you only whispered, "Close your eyes".

"One night is not enough, Jonny."

I should have known, even back then, that just the faces change. But everyone stays the same, really. I was a star tripper and you were my electric sugar child. You asked me about Mary Anne and I frowned.

"Hey man, I don't know who you're talking about."

Our love felt like absolute gravity in the end and there was nothing I could change about it. Once or twice you let some of your thoughts surface, like that time when my wife met us on tour. She went home and you muttered, "There she goes..."

"Did you ever see Emily play?" I asked you, but you only shook your head.

"You see... Chris... I am not sure whether I want you to be silly..."

"Jonny..."

"When you sleep, it feels like the only time I can see you at rest. When you're awake, you always have to bounce about. Sometimes... I just want to... spend some... quiet time with you."

I shook my head and squeezed your arm lightly.

We had this soul 1 interzone where we could talk about whatever was on your mind, so I didn't understand why you thought we could never enjoy intimate moments. You are such an adorable person, so I don't know what you meant when you told me that you don't want to be with me anymore. I have always wanted to jump down a waterfall with you, do something crazy, but I guess I never told you that.

Dark in mind, you only stared at me whenever I was talking about my wife again.

You hurt me when you said, "She paints well enough for you."

"What do you mean, Jonny?"

Just by saying something I couldn't grasp, you showed me that you didn't want me to know what was bothering you, you've been so glorious usually.

"I would rather be without you, than on/off all the time."

I couldn't say anything about that because it was you, the little doll, against me, a son of a gun.

Sometimes, I wish I'd have shouted "Yes, let's build a rocket, Jonny, and fly to the moon."

But I never did.

It took us so long to here knows when, all the chrome waves we passed. Your Cut#2 was when I didn't come to meet you once, even though I knew it had been important to you. A quick peep around the corner told me that this wasn't like the time when we were sitting on the strawberry swing. You left before I even arrived and I realised that love is noise.

"Things'll never be the same, Chris."

Oh, you still are the only one I love. I gazed at you sadly. 42 months and now it was supposed to be over?

In the summer '68, we haven't been born yet, but I always felt as if this had been the time when I first kissed you. You told me to leave them all behind, everyone who would be jealous of the love we shared and I promised I would.

I broke that promise much too often, every time I went back home and spent weeks only with my wife and children, but I had accepted it. I couldn't keep my promise because I cared about them too much. I could only sit & wonder when you were gone. Until then I didn't know what it meant to be on your own. I felt batten down the hatch, a rush of blood to my head approaching when you passed me the next day. The sound of confusion in my head told me that I should have done as you said.

My life was only black and blue since then. I was starcrazy, mad about you. I still am.

You were soft as snow, but warm inside. If I'd found the right words to say, I probably wouldn't have played my own subterrenean homesick blues when you left. One instrumental a day is what my life looks like now. I feel empty, the reign of love making me feel low. I didn't see the warning sign when I should have, so I wondered whether our love really was the shadowplay I saw.

The scientist I could have been tells me that she's lost control now. Gwyneth doesn't look at me like she used to and I guess it is because my thoughts are always about you. The ice cream I prefer is chocolate, maybe it was because we were so different that we didn't get along in the end.

 

that's great!!!!Good idea

Ummm...WOW....

YouTube - In my place, Coldplay Stockholm

 

how many times have YOU watched it?????

 

I think others would agree....that is QUITE a handful of Jonny ass that Chris has got there....

 

:bomb::bomb::bomb:

 

:dead:

 

 

Oh wow! From the other video posted from another angle, I thought it was a slap. IT WAS A GRAB!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

And if you listen close...right before the monumental ass grope Chris doesn't sing "to me" - he sings "Jonny"

 

 

 

 

Which moment? Like what seconds please?

 

 

 

 

I just found this on youtube...

Absolutely beautiful

:love:

 

 

 

 

OMG, that was great! And YOUR VIDEO WAS IN THERE MEL! That is so freakin awesome! Do we know this person who made the video?

 

 

 

 

 

.

Chris says Jon-eee instead of to me at about the :14 second mark

awhhhtheloversaresoocute.:wacky:!!!