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damn PJ..........i fucking LOVE ben harper........
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Pretty On The Inside
Hole Slut kiss girls, won't you promise her smack? Is she pretty on the inside? Is she pretty from the back? Slut kiss girls, won't you water her rack? Is she pretty on the inside? Baby, pretty from the back? Slut kiss girls, molasses rot black strap. Is she ugly on the inside? Baby ugly, ugly from the back? There is no power, my pretty power, my pretty power, my pretty power... Slut kiss girls, won't you promise her smack? Is she pretty on the inside? Is she ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly? |
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In a gadda da vida
Iron Butterfly In a gadda da vida, baby (In the Garden of Eden) In a gadda da vida, honey Don't you know that I'm lovin' you Oh, won't you come with me And take my hand Oh, won't you come with me And walk this land Please take my hand In a gadda da vida, honey Don't you know that I'm lovin' you In a gadda da vida, baby Don't you know that I'll always be true Oh, won't you come with me And take my hand Oh, won't you come with me And walk this land Please take my hand In a gadda da vida, honey Don't you know that I'm lovin' you In a gadda da vida, baby Don't you know that I'll always be true Oh, won't you come with me And take my hand Oh, won't you come with me And walk this land Please take my hand In a gadda da vida, baby (In the Garden of Eden) In a gadda da vida, honey Don't you know that I'm lovin' you Oh, won't you come with me And take my hand Oh, won't you come with me And walk this land Please take my hand |
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Wish I was there to share a birthday bong with you today. :thumbsup: |
pj, have a GCA and two twelve-horses to compensate...he'll understand...
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Artist: Rolling Stones, The
Album: Flowers Title: Mother's Little Helper (jagger/richards) What a drag it is getting old "kids are different today," I hear ev'ry mother say Mother needs something today to calm her down And though she's not really ill There's a little yellow pill She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day "things are different today," I hear ev'ry mother say Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day Doctor please, some more of these Outside the door, she took four more What a drag it is getting old "men just aren't the same today" I hear ev'ry mother say They just don't appreciate that you get tired They're so hard to satisfy, you can tranquilize your mind So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight Doctor please, some more of these Outside the door, she took four more What a drag it is getting old "life's just much too hard today," I hear ev'ry mother say The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day |
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Boulevard
Jackson Browne Down on the boulevard they take it hard They look at life with such disregard They say it can't be won The way the game is run But if you choose to stay You end up playing anyway It's okay-- The kid's in shock up and down the block The folks are home playing beat the clock Down at the golden cup They set the young ones up Under the neon light Selling day for night It's alright-- Nobody rides for free Nobody gets it like they want it to be Nobody hands you any guarantee Nobody The hearts are hard and the times are tough Down on the boulevard the night's enough And time passes slow Between the store front shadows and the street lights glow Everybody walks right by like they're safe or something They don't know-- Nobody knows you Nobody owes you nothin Nobody shows you what they're thinking Nobody baby Hey, hey, baby You got to watch the street, keep your feet And be on guard Make it pay baby It's only time on the boulevard |
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Get Down Tonight
KC & The Sunshine Band Baby, let's get together Honey hush, me and you And do the things Ah, do the things That we like to do Oh . . . Do a little dance, make a little love Get down tonight, get down tonight Do a little dance, make a little love Get down tonight, get down tonight Ba-by I'll meet you Same place, same time Where we get We get together And please our mind Oh . . . Do a little dance, make a little love Get down tonight, get down tonight Do a little dance, make a little love Get down tonight, get down tonight Baby . . . oww . . . Do a little dance, make a little love Get down tonight, get down tonight Do a little dance, make a little love Get down tonight, get down tonight Baby . . . Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo Now now now . . . Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo Let's do it right Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down tonight, baby Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo . . . |
Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On
Leonard Cohen I was born in a beauty salon My father was a dresser of hair My mother was a girl you could call on When you called she was always there When you called she was always there When you called she was always there When you called she was always there When you called she was always there Ah but don't go home with your hard-on It will only drive you insane You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain I've looked behind all of the faces That smile you down to you knees And the lips that say, Come on, taste us And when you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ... Here come's your bride with her veil on Approach her, you wretch, if you dare Approach her, you ape with your tail on Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ... So I work in that same beauty salon I'm chained to the old masquerade The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone I follow my father's trade I follow my father's trade Yes I follow my father's trade Yes I follow my father's trade Yes I follow my father's trade Ah but don't go home with your hard-on It will only drive you insane You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain |
(still pulling sticks and seeds out of the album cover of this one...)
Are You Sitting Comfortably Moody Blues Take another sip my love and see what you will see, A fleet of golden galleons, on a crystal sea. Are you sitting comfortably? Let Merlin cast his spell. Ride along the winds of time and see where we have been, The glorious age of Camelot, when Guinevere was Queen. It all unfolds before your eyes As Merlin casts his spell. The seven wonders of the world he'll lay before your feet, In far-off lands, on distant shores, so many friends to meet. Are you sitting comfortably? Let Merlin cast his spell. |
Skynyrd
I'm headed down a highway, got my suitcase by my side. Blue skies hangin' over my head, I got five hundred miles to ride. I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show. I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travelin is all I understand. Yes, I was born a travelin manand my feets do burn the ground. I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around. I got a hundred women or more and there's no place I call home. The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. Sometimes I wonder where will we go. Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll. Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver, get me there. I got me a queenie, she got long black curly hair. She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around and everytime I see that girl, Lord, she wants to take me down. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. Sometimes I wonder where will we go. Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll. Come on fly, lets go :D |
Barstool Blues
Neil Young If I could hold on to just one thought For long enough to know Why my mind is moving so fast And the conversation is slow. Burn off all the fog And let the sun through to the snow Let me see your face again Before I have to go. I have seen you in the movies And in those magazines at night I saw you on the barstool when You held that glass so tight. And I saw you in my nightmares But I'll see you in my dreams And I might live a thousand years Before I know what that means. Once there was a friend of mine Who died a thousand deaths His life was filled with parasites And countless idle threats. He trusted in a woman And on her he made his bets Once there was a friend of mine Who died a thousand deaths. |
Burn
Wide Mouth Mason Watch me drift a pillow of rain Shadows crease my face I'm drowning in the carpet 'cause it's brittle beneath my bed My body's shaking around I cling to the ground As she smiles there's nothing wrong Either way how am I to carry on and on and on and on But I would burn for you And I would love for you to burn Check the clock it's time I leave Weightless but for breathing Draw my soul out of the lines I'm petrified of what I'll find But I would burn for you And I would love for you to But I would burn for you And I would love for you to burn Maybe it's something I'll never understand The woman grows tired of the man 'cause it's easier to leave when living is so tough I guess she never loved him enough |
I'd Love To
Lee Aaron Ask me if I'd like to go Around the world with you If we could leave tomorrow Baby ya know I'd love to Ask me if I'd like to spend A day in the jungle with you.. As long as we're together boy Baby ya know I'd love to I'd love to quit my job Dress like a slob Run naked in the rain Colour my hair Maybe green if I dare As long as I'm with you anything's game Nothing's taboo where you are concerned Nothing is so tried and true 'Cause when it comes to bein' in love Baby with you I'd love to Ask me if I'd like ta fly On a spaceship to the moon Aw gravity means nothin' ta me So baby ya know I'd love to Ask me.. if I'd like ta dine on Caviar from a silver spoon Paper plate me chocolate cake me Baby ya know I'd love to We could swing a trapeze Join Save The Trees Capture the last falling star Drive a Lamborghini escape like Houdini As long as I'm with you wherever you are Nothing's taboo where you are concerned Nothing is so tried.. an' true When it comes to bein' in love Oh baby with you I'd love to Go (Ahh..) nothing's taboo where you are concerned Nothing is so tried an' true When it comes to bein' in love Baby with you.... aw baby ya know.. Baby.. ya know, I'd love to Oh I'd love to.. I'd love to... I'd love to - oh.. I'd love to... yeah TALK (BERNIE): {mumbles something unintelligible} WHISPER (LEE): Oh baby SING: I'd love to TALK (BERNIE): {mumbles something unintelligible} SING (LEE): oooh.... I'd love to... oh... yeah TALK (BERNIE): {mumbles something unintelligible} (LEE): What? {giggles} SING: I'd love to Oh I'd love to - oh {scatting} I'd love to Yooo... oh baby, I'd love to.... SHOUT: OK shut up! |
Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)
Ol' Dirty Bastard Yo imagine, imagine the shit Drunk as hell and shit And you going into a fuckin bar and shit You stumbling over bitches and everything Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit Yeahhayyyeahhahhh C'mon c'mon Ahhahahiahhhhhhh I want ALL y'all people to feel what I feel See my momma taught me this SHEEEIIIT And my daddy learned from my momma Which is good! Which is goodahhhhhhhhh Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine Lookin so good, like you know you should, yeah And I-ayyeah, love you down, down baby Oh my girlie, sweet my honey You look so good to me Love you down, all night long Yeahhheahhhahhhh Yeah, all night long Yeahhahhhhhh, all night long girl Sugar pie Sweet oh-my-oh-my there's no lie I love you girl, love you girl Love you sweet pie Yeaheahhhahhhhh Do you love me? Do you love me like this? (Do you love this girl) I know you love me. I love you TOO!! Ahhahhahhhah (I'll let you know) I'm serious I need to know that I needs you to let me really know that I said I'm serious, very, very serious Aight, let's go *sounds like Ol Dirty having the orgasm from hell on the microphone* Yeahhhh, all night long Yeahhaeahhahhhh Ahhhhhhhahahyeahh It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations And you other, groups From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta (this is dedicated to you) And you others, better than me Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced baby Because I love your soul your got it together type thing Diana Ross (see I don't say these things for myself) Michael JAZZY-Jackson (please understand or something) NO! I'm the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world! I don't care, what you care, I just give, what you receive! |
allrighty phil................page fuckin' four baby.
many,many thanx |
Pissing in a river
Patti Smith Pissing in a river, watching it rise Tattoo fingers shy away from me Voices voices mesmerize Voices voices beckoning sea Come come come come back come back Come back come back come back Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon Mouth of a cave, I'm a slave I'm free. When are you coming ? Hope you come soon Fingers, fingers encircling thee Come come come come come come Come come come come come come for me oh My bowels are empty, excreting your soul What more can I give you ? Baby I don't know What more can I give you to make this thing grow? Don't turn your back now, I'm talking to you Should I pursue a path so twisted ? Should I crawl defeated and gifted ? Should I go the length of a river [The royal, the throne, the cry me a river] Everything I've done, I've done for you Oh I give my life for you. Every move I made I move to you, And I came like a magnet for you now. What about it, you're gonna leave me, What about it, you don't need me, What about it, I can't live without you, What about it, I never doubted you What about it ? What about it ? What about it ? What about it ? Should I pursue a path so twisted ? Should I crawl defeated and gifted ? Should I go the length of a river, [The royal, the throne, the cry me a river] What about it, what about it, what about it ? Oh, I'm pissing in a river. |
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from COOL HAND LUKE...
i dont care if it rains or freezes as long as i've got my plastic jesus sitting on the dashboard of my car it comes in colours pink and pleasant it glows in the dark cause its iradescent i'll take it with me whenever i go far so give me my lady madonna dressed in rhinestones and sittin on a pedestal of abalone shells drivin 90 but im not scared because i've got my virgin mary assuring me that i will never go to hell |
Hey Nineteen
Steely Dan Way back when In Sixty-seven I was the dandy Of Gamma Chi Sweet things from Boston So young and willing Moved down to Scarsdale Where the hell am I Hey Nineteen No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down Hey Nineteen That's 'Retha Franklin She don't remember The Queen of Soul It's hard times befallen The sole survivors She thinks I'm crazy But I'm just growing old Hey Nineteen No we got nothing in common No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down The Cuervo Gold The fine Colombian Make tonight a wonderful thing No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all |
thanks phil......
bad memories of the cuervo though......... can you believe the price of tequila nowadays? |
Whiskey Man
The Who Whiskey Man's my friend, he's with me nearly all the time He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine Nobody has ever seen him, I'm the only one Seemingly I must be mad, Insanity is fun If that's the way it's done Doctors say he just a figment of my twisted mind If they can't see my Whiskey Man they must be going blind Two men dressed in white collected me two days ago They said there's only room for one and Whiskey Man can't go Whiskey Man will waste away if he's left on his own I can't even ring him 'cause he isn't on the phone Hasn't got a home Life is very gloomy in my little padded cell It's a shame there wasn't room for Whiskey Man as well Whiskey Man's my friend, he's with me nearly all the time He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine Just fine |
Cigarettes and Alcohol
Rod Stewart Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for? I was looking for some action But all I found was cigarettes and alcohol You could wait for a lifetime To spend your days in the sunshine You might as well do the white line Cos when it comes on top . . . You gotta make it happen! Is it worth the aggravation To find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for? It's a crazy situation But all I need are cigarettes and alcohol! You could wait for a lifetime To spend your days in the sunshine You might as well do the white line Cos when it comes on top . . . You gotta make it happen! |
Dont forget this one:
Tone Loc - Cheeba Cheeba When I get to a party, To get it started I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point You know what Loc's doin', I'm blazin a joint Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best After some methical or a bowl of sense. I'm creatin', multiplyin', big time supplyin' Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip So much damn resin it's startin' to drip It ain't harmful like heroin, this stuff's cheap That's why I'm glad that I got this...... CHORUS Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed It seems about tha time you really feel tha need To get high, get full, you know get blasted Keep ya singin' tha high it really lasted Rollin' around tryin' not to get stopped By tha boyz tha pigs you know tha cops Pull into one spot to see what they're all about Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they're all out You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone You try it so I guess they saw you got home Cause I can buy it O.Z. or go buy dime I get cash for her I can get it on time It really makes no difference long as I get lit Roll it in my Zig Zag take a big bone hit Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin' Never gettin' short of uh uh, The always knowin' I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin' No need for you to keep on askin' If tha It is tha It, If tha Shit is tha Shit Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba You know my shit is legit Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher I'm not a minister, Reverent or Preacher So excuse me while I call time Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz in tha middle of this rhyme..... CHORUS One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill Gettin' fucked up in his coupe de ville, still I wasn't to high to know what I was doin' Went to tha store and got some more brew in Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinna (Pin) I wasn't upset I had more at tha house I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba She does things to me that you wouldn't believe I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene But it's not far off if you know what I mean She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on tha bed Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head) If I was boo I'd do tha same She must love it, She ain't never complained They'll be moanin', kickin' a lot of screamin' I work it so hard she starts steamin' You know how it is after a couple of wooers She was subject and I am tha Ruler She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeeza One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that..... CHORUS Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme I had some hydroponic, Boy that shit was fine I had two joints, One for me and my homie After half tha show, He didn't even know me His eyes were tight, they turned red He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry I said oh shit! This brothers got tha munchies Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet Went to tha Seven Eleven at tha top of tha street I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself When we got back to tha car, Headed north then south I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth We had so much food didn't know where to start At tha Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts Big bags of chips, gallons of dips It took me weeks to get tha taste of my lips I ate so much miserable is how I felt Almost busted out my pants had to loosen my belt Kickin at the tube, wathin' none better than You know tha king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane.. |
Whiskey In The Jar
Metallica (Originally recorded by Thin Lizzy) As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin' Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Whiskey in the jar-o Musha ring dum a doo dum a da |
hey phil!!!...........am i aloud to put a song in this here thread..........?
cuz i hope it's cool and all,but this is sorta what i'm thinkin' lately.... i sure hope you don't mind...... uncle "mystro"...............(and yes i know it's spelled wrong!) Artist: The Guess Who Guns, Guns, Guns The Guess Who Written by Burton Cummings American hunter, bring 'em up the north side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here's a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns You be the red king, I'll be the yellow pawn God speed Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye God speed Mother Nature, you know that I'm callin' you now Never really wanted to say good-bye God speed Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye God speed Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye Shoot a few, knock 'em down, cost you half a buck now Guns, guns, guns Babe give you kisses if you hit a rubber duck now Guns, guns, guns You be the red king, I'll be the yellow pawn Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns No more Eagle all gone, and no more caribou God speed Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye God speed Mother Nature, I'm weepin', I'm cryin' for ya Never really wanted to say good-bye God speed Mother Nature, ya know that I'm weepin' for ya Never really wanted to say good-bye God speed Mother Nature, and I'm cryin' out Never really wanted to say good-bye I know you're goin' and I'm weepin' Nature, weepin' Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye, and I'm weepin' for ya Weepin' for ya Mother Nature, and I'm cryin' for ya Never really wanted to say good-bye Take care of me lovin' Mother, Mother Nature, and I'm missin' ya Never really wanted to say good-bye Where've you gone? God speed Mother Nature, and I'm weepin' for ya |
fly, you can do anything you want to do on this thread (as long as you wash your hands first...)
Whiskey On The Rocks AC/DC I've been drinkin' all night long So long baby, I'm gone [Oh yeah] [Well] Bloody Mary give me shivers from a shot Set up the shooters it's time for a drop [Give me] Old Jamaica, runnin' we come Down at the hatch Jack, the women and the fun We drink a lot, That demon drop This one's on me and here's to you Whiskey on the rocks a double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks Elixer from the top [You were] Drinkin' Mai Tais, Singapore sling Beam me up Jim, it's time to come in I'll have one more afore ye close up the door It's on the house mac, it's whiskey galore We drink a lot, that demon drop This one's on me, here's mud in your eye Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks Elixer from the top [Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Let's throw seven sheets to the wind - hahaha Fill 'em up too!] I'm drinkin' Whiskey on the rocks [A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot I'm drinkin' Whiskey on the rocks I'll have a whiskey on the rocks Give me whiskey on the rocks Keep it comin' on the rocks ] [Yeah] Pour me a double here comes trouble on the rocks Whiskey on the rocks |
wow. there sure is a lot of broken images on this pages :|
<img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/m0us33/cat_rolling.gif"> i hope mine isn't broken, too... |
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LMAO........that is great bern......thank you....... where the hell do you guys find this stuff? |
i thought for sure you'd probably had already seen that one a million times before.
where do i find this stuff? eh... here, there & everwhere. i don't remember when or where exactly i first saw that one... glad tho i posted it & made ya LYAO :) |
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there You're as welcome as can be M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Mickey Mouse! Mickey Mouse! Forever let us hold our banner High! High! High! High! Come along and sing a song And join the jamboree! M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Mickey Mouse club We'll have fun We'll be new faces High! High! High! High! We'll do things and We'll go places All around the world We'll go marching Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there You're as welcome as can be M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Mickey Mouse! Mickey Mouse! Forever let us hold our banner High! High! High! High! Come along and sing a song And join the jamboree! M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E |
damn phil.......i haven't been through the front gate yet and i already wanna shoot mickey.
many thanx bud. :D |
Dude (Looks Like A Lady)
Aerosmith Dude Looks Like A Lady Dude Looks Like A Lady Dude Looks Like A Lady Dude Looks Like A Lady Cruised into a bar on the shore Her picture graced a grime on his door She a long lost love at first sight Baby, mabye you're wrong But you know it's all right - that's right Back stage we're having the time Of our lives until somebody says 'Forgive me if I seem out of line' Then she whipped out a gun Tried to blow me away (Chorus) Dude Looks Like A Lady Dude Looks Like A Lady Dude Looks Like A Lady Dude Looks Like A Lady So never judge a book by its cover Or who you gonna love by your lover Love put me wise to her love in disguise She had the body of a venus Lord, imagine my surprise (Chorus) (Baby let me follow you down) Let me take a peak dear (Baby let me follow you down) Do me, do me, do me all night (Baby let me follow you down) Turn the other cheek dear (Baby let me follow you down) Do me, do me, do me, do me What a funky lady Oh, she like it, like it, like it, like it Oh, he was a lady (Repeat Chorus) |
My Little Trib to One of the Heppest Cat's at the TFP !
http://www.quanya.com/flyguy.jpg Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away If you can use, some exotic booze There's a bar in far Bombay Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru In lama land, there's a one man band And he'll toot his flute for you Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied We'll just glide, starry eyed Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near You may hear, angels cheer - because were together Weather wise it's such a lovely day Just say the words, and we'll beat the birds Down to Acapulco Bay It's perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied We'll just glide, starry eyed Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near You may hear, angels cheer - because were together http://www.ubik.to/vr/vr02/stoned.gif |
Kalifornia
Fatboy Slim California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Down by law, right from the core Down by law, right from the core Down-down by-by law-law, right-right from-from the-the core-core (????) California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Ca-ca-li-li-for-for-nia-nia's drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy California is druggy, druggy, druggy, druggy Down by law, right from the core Down by law, right from the core Down by law, right from the core Down by law, right from the core Down by right by core by law Down by right by core by law Down by right by core by law From from from right law Down by right by core by law Down by right by core by law Down-down-down-down law-law-law-law From-from-from-from law-core |
hey phil,i'm not quite sure but........what's the name of that last song again?
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Big Balls
AC/DC I'm [ever | rather] upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all CHORUS: I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire CHORUS Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night CHORUS And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish... Ball sucker |
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http://laacz.lv/f/swf/bugsong.swf
edit// here's another one... http://www.minibite.com/funstuff/music/noshower.wav |
Don't know if its been posted here yet or not, but in tribute to Flyman's cheeky exhibition:
Walkin' Round in Women's Underwear (to be sung to "Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland") Lacy things -- the wife is missin', Didn't ask -- her permission, I'm wearin' her clothes, Her silk pantyhose, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear. In the store -- there's a teddy, Little straps -- like spaghetti, It holds me so tight, Like handcuffs at night, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear. In the office there's a guy named Melvin, He pretends that I am Murphy Brown. He'll say, "Are you ready?" I'll say,"Whoa, Man!" "Let's wait until our wives are out of town!" Later on, if you wanna, We can dress -- like Madonna, Put on some eyeshade, And join the parade, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear! Lacy things... missin', Didn't ask... permission, Wearin' her clothes, Her silk pantyhose, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear! |
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that 1st link bern....is awesome... i can totally dial that in.:D |
thanx grump...........now i can't get that damn song outta my head
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yup..........we're all gonna die from mary jane............sin,sin,sin....
hehe........"The Smoke of Hell" what a fuckin' joke |
Mystical "I Smell Smoke"
I'm in the land L.A. Land of the Stick Whach y'all niggaz know bout dat purple weed nigga Show y'all niggaz some shit It's that sticky that bud Indo hydro open up the window I'm about to blow It's that fire Nigga whach y'all whach y'all whach y'all got to roll em up wit Backwoods see Vegas straight chocolate fillers black n milds Huh bro y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about ? Cognac, J.O.B., 1.5 Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck it in Take the filler out, roll it up Light it , hit it , hold it, pass Puff puff BLOW IT UP! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin bout blowin But can't handle the dolja Gettin sleepy and shit, quitting all early BITCH, YOU AIN'T NO SMOKER! Y'all must be used to hittin that dirt Sticks with the brown buds Me? I ain't got shit else to do NIGGA I'M BOUT TO GET FUCKED UP! Two cases of green Optimo burned away A.M. to turn to P.M. And nighttime to turn BACK TO DAY! I'm (still smokin) Feelin sporty in my hotel Spent the whole day gettin LOADED! It's nuttin but smoke til there's nuttin to smoke It's nuttin but sticky and nuttin but dolja Disconnect the smoke detector and Put a wet TOWEL UP UNDER THE DOOR! Nobody around, more dope for me I got the whole tree Leftovers for me Hoo, dis bitch off da hee Button up, suck em up, this pet peeve First off, don't put my lighter in yo pocket Second, don't wet my GODDAMN WEED! That's just two, before I can get to three and four Five and six, I heard a doo doo doo doo AT THE DOOR! Evidence all over I been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit Cuz I know that's hotel SECURITY! I played it off I said "Come back later, I ain't got on no clothes" He said "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb you But I SMELL SMOKE! Fuck I just went to jail for that shit I ain't goin back, I done ate an ounce, and I'm a flush the rest CUZ I AIN'T GOIN OUT LIKE THAT! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on da shower Tryin to clear it up Workin like a dog, but I gotta open the door FUCK IT, HERE GO NOTHIN! The door swung open and some young nigga Talkin bout "What's happenin'" He said "I know you got dat fire, sell yo boy a sack" (Mystikal talking) Ain't that a bitch Boy if you don't get yo bitch ass from outta here! Nigga, I'm thinkin you the motherfuckin' police! I done threw all my motherfuckin' weed away Fuckin' wit you, you ol' bitch ass nigga Nigga, get yo motherfuckin' hoe ass from outta here bitch Before I stomp yo bitch ass! Fuck, boy this nigga done blew my mother fuckin high |
You Shook Me
Led Zeppelin You know you shook me. You shook me all night long. You know you shook me. You shook me all night long. You shook me so hard baby. Baby’ baby’ please come home. I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing. I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing. I have a baby’ won’t do nothing ...oh’ buy a diamond ring. I said you shook me baby. You shook me all night long. I said you shook me baby. You shook me all night long. You shook me so hard’ baby. You shook me all night long. |
man............i freakin' love Zeppelin phil.
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Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
Mac Davis Oh Lord it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way. I can't wait to look in the mirror cause I get better loking each day. To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble but I'm doing the best that I can. I used to have a girlfriend but she just couldn't compete with all of these love starved women who keep clamoring at my feet. Well I prob'ly could find me another but I guess they're all in awe of me. Who cares, I never get lonesome cause I treasure my own company. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way, I can't wait to look in the mirror cause I get better looking each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble but I'm doing the best that I can. I guess you could say I'm a loner, a cowboy outlaw tough and proud. I could have lots of friends if I want to but then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd. Some folks say that I'm egotistical. Hell, I don't even know what that means. I guess it has something to do with the way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way, I can't wait to look in the mirror cause I get better looking each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble but I'm doing the best that I can. We're doing the best that we can |
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Pot is the work of the devil! You are all going to hell.....
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<center>"Light Up" Written by dennis deyoung Lead vocals by dennis deyoung "Light up everybody Join us in this celebration Light up and be happy Sweet, sweet sounds will fill the air Every day’s a holiday when your lips meet mine The music’s keepin’ time with our love You are here, and so am i The weather’s quite divine So pass me round your wine, lovely one All I need is just one hit to get me by ’cause baby when your near I’m halfway high Light up, everybody Join us in this celebration Light up and be happy Sweet, sweet sounds will fill the air" <img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/0903/Fremen/_aflymanavatar363a_2.gif></center> |
niiiiiiice....................thanks guys....
page 5 is lookin up already Fremen......thanx |
Uncle Ernie (from Tommy)
The Who I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie; I'm glad you won't see or hear me, As I fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about. Your mother left me here to mind you, And I'm doing exactly what I bleedin' well want to, Fiddling about, fiddling about, fiddle about. Down with your bedclothes, Up with your nightshirt. Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about. You won't "shite" As I fiddle "abite." Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about. |
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
John Lee Hooker One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer Hey mister bartender come here I want another drink and I want it now My baby she gone, she been gone two night I ain't seen my baby since night before last One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer (Spoken) And then I sit there, gettin' high, mellow Knocked out, feeling good and by the time I looked on the wall at the old clock on the wall By that time, it was ten thirty daddy I looked down the bar, at the bartender He said, "Now what do you want Johnny?" One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer Well my baby she gone, she been gone two night I ain't seen my baby since night before last I wanna get drunk till I'm off of my mind One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer (Spoken) And I sat there, gettin' high, stoned Knocked out, and by the time I looked on the wall, at the old clock again And by that time, it was a quarter to two Last call for alcohol, I said, Hey mister bartender, what do you want?" One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer |
thanx fellas...........always enjoy a tune from uncle phil.
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Hey, Marijuana!
James Landau I am not trying to kill your brain cells off! Where I grow they call me marijuana, They say I taste like Kool-aid from Guyana, They all want me, Can't buy me, So they all illegally sell me. Smoke on me, Trip on me, And if I'm good, you'll sure get hooked on me. Dale a tu cuerpo el placer con marijuana, Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle el placer de la Nirvana, Él quien muere habiendo inhalado el más de mí gana, Hey, marijuana! Bud, pot, weed, reefers, blunts or joints or moss, Cannabis sativa, mary jane or herb or grass, Thanks to all you guys who helped Prop 215 to pass, Hey, marijuana! Now don't you listen to your doctor The one who says you shouldn't take me You don't need him, shouldn't buy it, I'll make you get so high . . . ha-ha-ha-ha-ha . . . Now come on, what was I supposed to say? The cops were out of town and the print on the warning label was soooooo fine! There are other things to try if you get sick of weed, Angel dust, crack, alcohol or quaaludes or speed, Get some down at Chico at some more way up at Reed, Hey, marijuana! Breathe it, bowl it or unroll it, percolate and toke it, Chew it, try but don't inhale, any way you smoke it, Go to Telegraph, it shouldn't be too hard to locate, Hey, marijuana! I am not trying to kill your brain cells off! Get a sample, my name is marijuana, Find me at a party where they tell you que soy sana, Come try me, Come buy me, And try and sell some more of me. Smoke on me, Trip on me, And if I'm good, you'll sure get hooked on me. I'm always big at keggers since I bring the stuff along, I carry round a purse to conceal my joints and bong, Now the cops are coming, I'll be wrapping up my song, Hey, marijuana! Dale a tu cuerpo el placer con marijuana, Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle el placer de la Nirvana, Él quien muere habiendo inhalado el más de mí gana, Hey, marijuana! TRANSLATION OF CHORUS: Give your body pleasure with marijuana For your body is intended for giving to the pleasure of Nirvana He who dies having smoked the most of me wins Hey marijuana! |
Noah John
~Drunkle~ Left me sitting/ out on the front steps/ left me sitting/ with two cigarettes/ wait here boy/ count cars and pretty ladies/ and I'll be right out/ before you know it Me and Unk/ got a room in the basement/ couple of bunks/ with a sink in between/ no need to sweep up/ we don't take company/ we can come/ and leave as we please He woke me up/ with the light from the ice box/ he woke me up/ when he opened up a can/ he woke me up/ busted out the screen door/ but I just rolled over/ like a didn't hear a thing Blow some smoke/ in my ear/ blow some smoke/ in my ear I'm big enough/ to wear a man's size/ got these pants/ when my cousin died/ and Unk tells me/ "You are a spitting image/ of your mother."/ I do tend to favor her. Me and Unk/ got a room in the basement/ couple of bunks/ with a sink in between/ we eat beans/ cold out of the can/ we can come/ and leave as we please He woke me up/ shaking with a fever/ kneeling on the bed/ hands in the air/ reaching up/ trying to climb a ladder/ best thing for a cold/ is a snootful |
thanx Fremen........that's a cool tune man.
gonna kazza this guy Noah John |
http://www.noahjohn.com/songs/burning.htm ;)
Can't hear him with my busted speakers, but he's got interesting lyrics. |
Friends in Low Places (Live Version)
Garth Brooks Blame it all on my roots I showed up in boots And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know The last one to show I was the last one you thought you'd see there And I saw the surprise And the fear in his eyes When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you Said "Honey we may be through But you'll never hear me complain" 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places (INSTRUMENTAL BREAK) Well I guess I was wrong I just don't belong But then, I've been there before Everything's alright I'll just say goodnight And I'll show myself to the door Hey, I didn't mean To cause a big scene Just give me an hour and then Well, I'll be as high as that ivory tower That you're livin' in 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places EVERYBODY! I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places (SPOKEN) (Pause) What?!?! (Pause) You guys... already know what's comin', don't ya? And ya know what... you're right. You're exactly right. What would a Garth Live album be without the live version of Friends In Low Places? Because it's only here where you can find that mysterious third verse that goes on the end of that song. But, does anybody know the words to that verse? That's what I wanna know. Well, in that case I think the friends in low places should sing that third verse. This outta be good. Alright, here we go... (SUNG BY CROWD) Well I guess I was wrong I just don't belong But then I've been there before Everything's alright I'll just say goodnight And I'll show myself to the door Hey, I didn't mean To cause a big scene Just wait till I finish this glass And sweet little lady I'll head back to the bar GIVE IT TO ME!!! And you can kiss my ass! (SUNG BY GARTH) 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Guess I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places NOW IT'S ALL YOU GUYS (SUNG BY CROWD) 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places (SUNG BY GARTH) I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Guess I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places Honey, I've got friends in low places... |
Working Man (hey, Canadians....eh)
I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin’ Yes, I’m workin’ all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that’s why they call me They call me the workin’ man They call me the workin’ man I guess that’s what I am I get home at five o’clock And I take myself out a nice, cold beer Always seem to be wond’rin’ Why there’s nothin’ goin’ down here It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that’s why they call me They call me the workin’ man They call me the workin’ man I guess that’s what I am Well they call me the workin’ man I guess that’s what I am |
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you guys are fucking awesome man.........
...many thanx for the thread phil.....and all you weirdos who put stuff in here for me. *damn near shed a tear there* ...and phil.....thanx but, the link don't work for me man. |
you woulda loved it fly, but angelfire doesn't like me...
might be overkill, and i hate to give up my sources, but try this... http://www.angelfire.com/music2/pot/ if it works, you owe me, man... |
you are right my friend...........i do owe you....nice link.
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I want a cadillac...
Rock And Roll Led Zeppelin It's been a long time since I Rock and Rolled, It's been a long time since I did the Stroll. Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, Let me get it back, baby, where I come from. It's been a long time, been a long time, Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Yes it has. It's been a long time since the book of love, I can't count the tears of a life with no love. Carry me back, carry me back, Carry me back, baby, where I come from. It's been a long time, been a long time, Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight, Making vows that just can't work right. Open your arms, opens your arms, Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in. It's been a long time, been a long time, Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. |
Bob
Weird Al Yankovic I, man, am regal - a German am I Never odd or even If I had a hi-fi Madam, I'm Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonet ate no basil Warsaw was raw Was it a car or a cat I saw? Rise to vote, sir Do geese see god? "Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod Rats live on no evil star Won't lovers revolt now? Race fast, safe car Pa's a sap Ma is as selfless as I am May a moody baby doom a yam? Ah, Satan sees Natasha No devil lived on Lonely Tylenol Not a banana baton No "x" in "Nixon" O, stone, be not so O Geronimo, no minor ego "Naomi," I moan "A Toyota a Toyota" A dog, a panic in a pagoda Oh no! Don Ho! Nurse, I spy gypsies - run! Senile felines Now I see bees I won UFO tofu We panic in a pew Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog! Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog |
Seven Bridges Road
Eagles (live) There are stars In the Southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight And moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn form here and go Running like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road There are stars in the Southern sky And if ever you decide You should go There is a taste of time sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road |
that is an awesome song phil.........eagles can kick it eh.
thanx man....... *heads off to find his eagles record collection* |
You Can Leave Your Hat On
Joe Cocker Baby take off your coat real slow. Take off your shoes I’ll take off your shoes Baby, take off your dress yes yes yes. You can leave your hat on You can leave your hat on You can leave your hat on Go on over there Turn on the light no all the lights. Come over here stand on that chair yeah, that’s right. Raise your arms in the air now shake ‘em. You give me reason to live - you give me reason to live You give me reason to live - you give me reason to live Sweet darling - you can leave your hat on You can leave your hat on Baby - you can leave your hat on You can leave your hat on - you can leave your hat on You can leave your hat on. Suspicious minds are talkin? they’re tryin?to tear us apart ! They don’t believe that it is love of mine - They don’t know what love is - they don’t know what love is They don’t know what love is - they don’t know what love is I know what love is ! There ain’t no way - you can leave your hat on You can leave your hat on - you can leave your hat on Give me the reason to live - you can leave your hat on! |
great song phil.............the lil woman likes too..........well you know.
great song .....thanx man. |
fly, i hope you can put the music in your head, 'cause this one REALLY rocks...
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(and if your fingers hurt after...suffer!)
China Grove Doobie Brothers When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town down around San Antone and the folks are risin' for another day 'round about their homes. The people of the town are strange and they're proud of where they came. Well, you're talkin' 'bout China Grove, wo, oh, oh, oh, China Grove. Well, the preacher and the teacher, Lord, they're a caution, they are the talk of the town. When the gossip gets to flyin' and they ain't lyin'; when the sun goes fallin' down. They say that the father's insane and dear Missus Perkin's a game. We're talkin' 'bout the China Grove, wo, oh, oh, oh, China Grove. But ev'ryday there's a new thing comin', the ways of an oriental view. The sheriff and his buddies with their samurai swords, you can even hear the music at night. And though it's part of the Lone Star State people don't seem to care, they just keep on lookin' to the East. Talkin' 'bout the China Grove, oh, China Grove. |
Young Man from Canada
Barry Taylor I'm a young man from Canada some six feet in my shoes I left my home for Cariboo on the first exciting news In New York City I met a gent introduced himself to me Said I, "I come from Canada so you can't come over me." I sailed on the crazy Champion all in the steerage too I thought I'd got among the fiends or other horrid crew If you had only seen them feed, it quite astonished me And I'd been years in Canada in a lumberman's shanty With seventy-five upon my back I came the Douglas way And at an easy-going pace made thirty miles a day I landed here without a dime in 1863 But I'd been years in Canada, 'twas nothing new to me In best of homespun I was clad so I was warmly dressed The wool it grew near Montreal in a place called Canada West On Williams Creek they called me green and Johnny come lately But, ah, I came from Canada, I ain't from the old country I started out my mining life by chopping cord wood But I was born with axe in hand so I could use it good My chum was from the state of Maine, somewhere near Tennessee But, ah, I came from Canada and he couldn't chop with me In a short time I'd made a raise and bought into a claim There they called me engineer or carman, 'tis the same The drifters then did try it on to boss it over me Said I, "I come from Canada and I'm on the shoulderee." In two weeks I got a div which drove away all care I went over to the wake-ups and had a bully square I danced all night till broad daylight and a gal smiled sweet on me Said I, "I come from Canada and I'm on the marry-ee." Now all young men who are in love and sure I am there's some Don't count your chicks before they're hatched or they may never come O when I asked that girl to wed she only laughed at me "You may come from Canada but you can't come over me." |
Flyman, we have not been properly introduced, but I have been..uh...encouraged..yea that's it....by unclephil to post the following for you:
Got Me Under Pressure Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill, Frank Beard She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine. She got me under pressure, she got me under pressure. She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog. She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog. She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains. She likes cocaine and filppin' out with great Danes. She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain. It's got me under pressure, It's got me under pressure. I'm gonna give her a message, here's what I'm gonna say: "It's all over." She might get out a nightstick and hurt me real real bad by the roadside in a ditch. It's got me under pressure, it's got me under pressure. It's got me under pressure, it's got me under pressure. |
(speaking of ZZ Top...)
La Grange Rumour sprendin' a-'round in that Texas town 'bout that shack outside La Grange and you know what I'm talkin' about. Just let me know if you wanna go to that home out on the range. They gotta lotta nice girls. Have mercy. A haw, haw, haw, haw, a haw. A haw, haw, haw. Well, I hear it's fine if you got the time and the ten to get yourself in. A hmm, hmm. And I hear it's tight most ev'ry night, but now I might be mistaken. hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Have mercy. |
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful But your face don't look too clear So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw. Chorus Why don't we get drunk and screw I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true So, why don't we get drunk and screw. Jimmy Buffett |
As per instructiin from Unclephil, I give you......MC5
And right now, right now, right now it's time to KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHER FUCKERS! Yea! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna I'M GONNA KICK 'EM OUT! Yea! Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now, baby. 'Cause we all got in tune and when the dressing room got hazy now, baby. I know how you want it, child: hot, sweet, and tight. The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right; when you're up on the stand. And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT! Yes, I'm startin' to sweat, you know my shirt's all wet. What a feelin'. And the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds off the ceiling. You gotta have it baby, you can't do without, when you get the feelin', you got the sound above. Put that mike in my hand And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT! (guitars) alright, alright, alright,...(9 times) come on, come on, come on, So you gotta get it up, you know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie. Well, it gets in your brain, it drives you insane with a frenzy. The wailing guitars, girl, the crash of the drums, makes me wanna keep a-rockin' till the morning comes. Let me be who I am. And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I DONE KICKED 'EM OUT! |
alright ngdawg..............you are kickin out the jams now too.....
many thanx fuckin eh baby........ |
Runnin' Back To Saskatoon
The Guess Who {Spoken} There's a province up in Canada that's right next door to ours. It's called Saskatchewan. And, uh, in that province there's a small town, uh, where nothing much ever happens, called Saskatoon. This is a tune about that town. This is called "Runnin' Back To Saskatoon" ------ harmonica ------ I been hangin' around gas stations I been learnin' 'bout tires I been talkin' to grease monkeys I been workin' on cars Moose Jaw, Broadview, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace, Hanna, Medicine Hat Sing another prairie tune Sing another prairie tune I been hangin' around libraries I been learnin' 'bout books I been talkin' to playwriters I been workin' on words, phrases Moose Jaw, Broadview, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace, Hanna, Medicine Hat Sing another prairie tune Sing another prairie tune I been hangin' around hospitals I been learnin' 'bout dyin' I been talkin' to heart doctors I been workin' on disease Moose Jaw, Broadview, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace, Hanna, Medicine Hat Sing another prairie tune Sing another prairie tune This tune is home grown Don't come from Hong Kong This tune is home grown Don't come from Hong Kong I been hangin' around grain elevators I been learnin' 'bout food I been talkin' to soil farmers I been workin' on land Moose Jaw, Broadview, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace, Hanna, Medicine Hat Sing another prairie tune Sing another prairie tune I been hangin' around camera stores I been learnin' 'bout sight I been talkin' to film makers I been workin' on eyes Moose Jaw, Broadview, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace, Hanna, Medicine Hat Sing another prairie tune Sing another prairie tune This tune is home grown Don't come from Hong Kong This tune is home grown Don't come from Hong Kong |
We're An American Band
Grand Funk Railroad Out on the road for forty days Last night in Little Rock, put me in a haze Sweet, sweet Connie, doin' her act She had the whole show and that's a natural fact Up all night with Freddie King I got to tell you, poker's his thing Booze and ladies, keep me right As long as we can make it to the show tonight We're an American Band We're an American Band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American Band Four young chiquitas in Omaha Waitin' for the band to return from the show A feelin' good, feelin' right and it's Saturday night The hotel detective, he was outta sight Now these fine ladies, they had a plan They was out to meet the boys in the band They said, "come on dudes, let's get it on" And we proceeded to tear that hotel down We're an American Band We're an American Band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American Band We're an American Band We're an American Band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American Band --- Lead Guitar --- We're an American Band We're an American Band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American Band We're an American Band We're an American Band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American Band We're an American Band, wooo We're an American Band, wooo We're an American Band, wooo |
Dinah-Moe-Hum
Frank Zappa I couldn't say where she's coming' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm She stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it) She made a bet with her sister who's a little dumb She could prove it any time all men was scum I don't mind that she called me a bum, But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (So I got down to it) I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Where this Dinah-Moe Comin' from Done spent three hours An' I ain't got a crumb From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe From the Dinah-Moe Humm I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it 'Cause I can't get into it Unless I get out of it An' I gotta get out of it Before I get into it 'Cause I never get into it Unless I get out of it An' I gotta be out of it To get myself into it (She looked over at me with a glazed eye And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area And she said...) Just get me wasted An' you're half-way there 'Cause if my mind's tore up Then my body don't care I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin An' said my-my-my What sort of thing Might this lady get high upon? I checked out her sister Who was holdin' the bet An' wondered what kind of trip The young lady was on The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet But she could use a little ------- if I wasn't done yet I told her... Just because the sun Want a place in the sky No reason to assume I wouldn't give her a try So I pulled on her hair Got her legs in the air An' asked if she had any cooties on there (Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!) She was buns-up kneelin' BUNS UP! I was wheelin' an dealin' WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN OOOOH! She surrended to the feelin' SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED An' she started in to squealin' Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed With her lips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red Some drool rollin' down From the edge of her chin While she spied the condition Her sister was in She quivered 'n quaked An' clutched at herself While her sister made a joke 'Bout her mental health 'Till Dinah-Moe finally Did give in But I told her All she really needed Was some discipline... Kiss my aura...Dora... M-M-M...it's real angora Would y'all like some more-a? Right here on the flora? An' how 'bout you, Fauna? Y'wanna? MMM...sound like y'might be chokin' on somethin' Did you say you want some more? Well, here's some more... MMM, sure...listen D'you think I could interest you In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers? MMM...tweezers! Here, lemme sterilize 'em... Gimme your lighter... I couldn't say where she's coming' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm She stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it) I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb An' you know I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe |
Damn, Phil....
Quicksilver Messenger Service (Released December of 1970) You poisoned my sweet water. You cut down my green trees. The food you fed my children Was the cause of their disease. My world is slowly fallin' down And the airs not good to breathe. And those of us who care enough, We have to do something....... (Chorus) Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me? Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me? Your newspapers, They just put you on. They never tell you The whole story. They just put your Young ideas down. I was wonderin' could this be the end Of your pride and glory? (Chorus) I work in your factory. I study in your schools. I fill your penitentiaries. And your military too! And I feel the future trembling, As the word is passed around. "If you stand up for what you do believe, Be prepared to be shot down." (Chorus) And I feel like a stranger In the land where I was born And I live like an outlaw. An' I'm always on the run.......................... An I’m always getting’ busted And I got to take a stand........ I believe the revolution Must be mighty close at hand....................... (Chorus) I smoke marijuana But I can’t get behind your wars. And most of what I do believe Is against most of your laws I'm a fugitive from injustice But I'm goin' to be free. Cause your rules and regulations They don’t do the thing for me (Chorus) And I feel like a stranger In the land where I was born And I live just like an outlaw. An' I'm always on the run.......................... And though you may be stronger now My time will come around You keep adding to my numbers As you shoot my people down (Chorus) I Won’t go What about me Now. I ain’t lookin’ for no trouble |
Bombs Away
Bob Weir Bombs away I guess I'm back in love again Well hey and around we go This will bring me ruin Though I suppose it's pleasing I've changed the eyes I gaze in But she's just another girl I need more than a trade-in Guess I'll have to change the world Strike up the band I believe I have this dance Hey raise that glass again my friend Yes, I know I'm charming But she's so easy I've changed the tune I dance to In this gay old social whirl But if I get a chance to I might just change the world It's just the same old movie Been playing here for years I could use a change of scenery But when I get there I'm still here Coming soon Hey another day in paradise At a theatre near you And they'll be showing it forever So let them keep parading Give them all batons to twirl For me the splendor's fading Yeah, I'll have to change the world Yes it's still the same old movie And I seen it all before Guess one more run through won't undo me Hell, I'll just watch the show some more Hey some more, yeah some more Sit back and watch it some more Guess I'll just watch the show some more Hey some more, yeah some more But I'd like to know what for Hey don't you worry what for Bombs away Well I guess I'm back in love again Hey round and round we go [etc] |
holy!!!!!
you guys are kickin' a whole whack of tunes my way..........fuckin' awesome. you know,......many tunes in this li'l thread are now in my comp cuz of all of you guys.............many thanx eh. |
(listen for my unbelievable air guitar riffs...)
Flirtin' with Disaster Molly Hatchet I'm travelin' down the road, I'm flirtin' with disaster. I've got the pedal to the floor, My life is running faster. I'm out of money, i'm out of hope, It looks like self destruction. Well how much more can we take, With all of this corruption. Been flirtin' with disaster, Ya'll know what i mean. And the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself or, What you want to be - yeah. When we gamble with our time, We choose our destiny. Chorus: I'm travelin' down that lonesome road. Feel like i'm dragging a heavy load. Yeah! i've tried to turn my head away, Feels about the same most every day. Speeding down the fast lane, Playin' from town to town. The boys and i have been burnin' it up, Can't seem to slow it down. I've got the pedal to the floor, Our lives are runnin' faster, Got our sights set straight ahead, But ain't sure what we're after. Flirtin' with disaster, Ya'll know what i mean. You know the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself or, What you plan to be - yea!! When we gamble with our time, We choose our destiny. Chorus: Yeah!! we're travelin' down that lonesome road. Feel like i'm dragging a heavy load. Don't try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. Flirtin' with disaster, baby, Ya'll know what i mean. You know the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself or, What you plan to be - yea!! When we gamble with our time, We choose our destiny. Chorus: Yeah!! we're travelin' down that lonesome road. Feel like i'm dragging a heavy load. Don't try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. |
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Molly Hatchet is great phil.......*quick stroll down memory lane*......
and joe.......i'm gonna pull that song off on the acoustic and send it to you,you freak....and i might even sing the damn thing too.....you've been warned!!! |
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