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i see where you're going with this Astro.......you bastard you........
i'll remember that buddy.......... (cool little riff too man,thanks eh) coor's light this bitch....:lol: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1.../guinness1.jpg |
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet We had a little bit of money And a whole lot of show Adn with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio We got us a tank full of gas And we was on our way We figured we'd go down to New Orleans We were barrelling down old 17 When a man with a blinking red light Was on our tail He said you were doing 60 in a 45 But I'm gonna let you go this time But if I catch you again I'm gonna slap you in the county jail We said thank you sir you sure been nice And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice And we were Southbound and down with the wind Blowing in our faces We kept on rolling and pretty soon The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune And we were pulling into Houston Checking out all them places I was feeling dry and I said I think We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink And old Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill We kept on rolling and I seen this spot And we pulled into the parking lot Of this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and Grill We walked through the door And the place was jammed The lights were low they had a punk rock band And some orange haired feller singing about suicide I said Jim this ain't our kind of place He said well let's just have one round anyway So against my better judgement we walked on inside Went up to the bar and we sat down This feller walked up and said I'll buy this round And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes And everybody in that place looked just about like him I said Jim this ain't our kind of bar Let's just go on out and get back in the car 'Cause there's gonna be trouble Ain't no sense in taking a chance We was getting up getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance I said Jim don't do it there's something missing There's fellers dancing and fellers kissing There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose He said partner I just can't turn this down You just go over there and have one more round And I'll dance with the lady And we'll get on down the road So he walked away and left me alone But this funny looking feller kept coming on And he was making me mad with some of the things he said Then he put his hand on my knee I said if you don't get your paw off me I'm gonna locate your nose around The other side of your head He said I love it when you get that fire in your eye I said well partner try this on for size And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light Everybody in that place must have been his friend They all headed for me I said this is the end But where I come from we don't give up Without a fight They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two Old Jim come running up out of the blue And that gal he was with come running up too And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun Smeared his lipstick made his makeup run And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door We lit out of there in that Chevrolet I put in on the floor and it stayed that way We were going down the highway Doing about a hundred and ten We were headed for home and we was getting nearer Then a red light came on the rear view mirror And that same blame cop was pulling us over again Now I'm sitting here in this county jail I had to call my daddy to go our bail But I learned me a lesson That I never will forget again I've done give up drinking I've give up bars And running around the country in souped up cars I'm going back where the women are women And the men are men |
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ahahahahha.........you know it baby.
rock out with your cock out........ i guess that'd be a little tough for you though eh? :D |
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Thrash out with your gash out? Rock out with your box out? Beat out with your teat out? Groove out with your boob out? Get your jive on with your vibe on? (None of these are my original work.) |
ahahhhahahhahhahha
jam out with your clam out........ aahhahhhhahhahhahahha nicely done bro. :thumbsup: |
Outside (Break The Cycle Version)
Stained And you.....Could bring me to my knees...Again. All the times.....When I could beg you please...In vein. All the times.....When I felt insecure...For you And I leave.....My burdens at the door... But I'm on the outside, I'm lookin in. I can see through you, see your true colors. Cuz inside your ugly, your ugly like me. I can see through you, see to the real you. All the times.....That I felt like this won't end...It's for you. And I taste.....What I could never have...It was from you. All the times...That I've cried...My intentions...Were full of pride. But I watse.....More time than anyone... But I'm on the outside, I'm lookin in. I can see through you, see your true colors. Cuz inside your ugly, your ugly like me. I can see through you, see to the real you. All the times.....That I've cried... All this wasted....It's all inside... And I feel.....All this pain... Stuffed it down.....It's back again... And I lie.....Here in bed... All alone.....I can't mend...But I feel...Tomorrow will be ok. I'm on the outside and I'm lookin in. I can see through you, see your true colors. Cuz inside your ugly, your ugly like me. I can see through you, see to the real you. |
Girl's Got Rhythm
AC/DC I've been around the world, I've seen a million girls Ain't one of them got, What my lady she's got She's stealin' the spotlight, Knocks me off my feet She's about to start a landslide, Just a-walkin' down the street Wearin' dresses so tight, And lookin' dynamite About to blow me out No doubt about it, Can't live without it (chorus) The girl's got rhythm (Girl's got rhythm) The girl's got rhythm (Girl's got rhythm) She's got the backseat rhythm (Backseat rhythm) The girl's got rhythm She's like a lethal brand, Too much for any man She gives me first degree, She really satisfies me Love me till I'm legless, Aching and sore Enough to stop a freight train, Or start the Third World War You know I'm losin' sleep, I'm in too deep And my body needs love No doubt about it, Can't live without it (repeat chorus) (solo) You know she moves like sin And when she lets me in, It's like liquid love No doubt about it, Can't live without it (repeat chorus, then this variation:) You know she's really got the rhythm (Girl's got rhythm) She's got the backseat rhythm (Backseat rhythm) Rock n' roll rhythm (Rock n' roll rhythm) Girl's got rhythm feel better now? :D |
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American Woman
The Guess Who American woman gonna mess your mind American woman, she gonna mess your mind American woman gonna mess your mind American woman gonna mess your mind Say A, Say M, Say E, Say R, Say I, C, Say A, Say N, American woman gonna mess your mind American woman gonna mess your mind American woman gonna mess your mind American woman, stay away from me American woman, mama let me be Don’t come hangin’ around my door I don’t wanna see your face no more I got more important things to do Than spend my time growin’ old with you Now woman, I said stay away, American woman, listen what I say. American woman, get away from me American woman, mama let me be Don’t come knockin’ around my door Don’t wanna see your shadow no more Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else’s eyes Now woman, I said get away American woman, listen what I say. American woman, said get away American woman, listen what I say Don’t come hangin’ around my door Don’t wanna see your face no more I don’t need your war machines I don’t need your ghetto scenes Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else’s eyes Now woman, get away from me American woman, mama let me be. Go, gotta get away, gotta get away Now go go go Gonna leave you, woman Gonna leave you, woman Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye You’re no good for me I’m no good for you Gonna look you right in the eye. Tell you what I’m gonna do You know I’m gonna leave You know I’m gonna go You know I’m gonna leave You know I’m gonna go, woman I’m gonna leave, woman Goodbye, American woman Goodbye, American chick Goodbye, American broad ... |
right on phil..........that Marilyn takin' a pic is pretty cool.
great song too buddy. |
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 saw a few, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace and a 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 saw a few, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace and a 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 saw a few, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace and a 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 saw a few, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace and a 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 saw a few, Moosomin too Runnin' back to Saskatoon Red Deer, Terrace and a 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 |
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bernie, it's squirrels, remember?
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ahahhhaha...........
bernie threw that out there for my rabbitt Thumper.......... |
flyman... do you and Bernie have something going on that we should know about? A little fatal attraction, maybe?
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anything to do with bern is fatal man.......:D
i mean,check the teeth on her dogs.......:eek: how the hell you doin' over there Charlie? |
Mr. Bojangles
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you In worn out shoes With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, jumped so high Then he lightly touched down I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed clicked his heels and stepped He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick across the cell He grabbed his pants and spread his stance, Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, let go a laugh and shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about The dog up and died, he up and died And after 20 years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance.. |
headin' south, buddy...
be back on board monday or tuesday... |
thanks phil..........remember.....
drive for show....putt for dough baby. have a good journey man. |
how ya like me now??? :thumbsup:
Well it's forty below and I don't give a fuck Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo And it's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know Ya piss me off, ya fuckin' jerk, get on my nerves Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo And it's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know Ya piss me off, fuckin' jerk, get on my nerves Well it's forty below and I ain't got a truck And I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm off to the rodeo It's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know Ya piss me off, ya fuckin' jerk, get on my nerves Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo And it's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know Ya piss me off, fuckin' jerk, ya get on my nerves |
thanks Hanx man..........i do so like that Johnny.
poor fucker that he is. |
http://www.soyouwanna.com/SITE/syws/...enameFULL.html
I always figured you'd change your name to Dick..........:lol: |
that's Richard to you buddy...........
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i did a whole freakin' thread of these lyrics for bones, back when he was still a "person..." the I-95 song was one of them.../me needs to research some old threads to find some of that good shit...
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do it phil my man...do it
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oh shit, now i have to look up the freakin' "bones" thread...
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phil dude.......my nuts ain't worked for.......8 years now man.
fuck the skwerlz......... *and they don't get pregnant as easy as my wife did eh* |
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Good to see you finally got your wish for name change... |
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good for you Charlie......keep the good times comin' baby. and yes i'm quite happy that 'ol Hanxter hooked me up with the change. |
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http://static.flickr.com/120/284780155_1ec2fcc081.jpg (To comply with flickr rules & the fact that NONSENSE no longer supports html, here's the flickr link to my photo...) [URL="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasfurrychildren/284780155/"] |
I think I like paddyjoe's halloween picture of Bernie... Joe? You have to post that for flyman...
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I'm not too sure our pal bernie found this amusing......
http://static.flickr.com/101/284591027_8f3c547184.jpg but when has that ever stopped us before.........:lol: |
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hehehehhehehe......... i sure did........:thumbsup: |
:P I'm just glad I had my hair combed that day.
Now who wants an apple? hrmm...? |
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ready or not, here i come... |
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as long as it's on joe's head,and i get first shot with the arrow baby......... :thumbsup: who loves ya joe??????? :icare: |
The Kids Are Alright
The Who I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl That's fine, I know them all pretty well But I know sometimes I must get out in the light Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away Bells chime, I know I gotta get away And I know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright I know if I go things would be a lot better for her I had things planned, but her folks wouldn't let her I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl That's fine, I know them all pretty well But I know sometimes I must get out in the light Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away Bells chime, I know I gotta get away And I know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright Please, Please, Please Please, please, please, please me (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please, please me (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please don't go (You don't have to go) Don't go, I said baby, don't baby I love you so (You don't have to go) Baby, you know you broke my heart when you went away (You don't have to go) I said, I said, I said I'll see you some other day (You don't have to go) I said, baby, baby, please, don't go (You don't have to go) Don't go, no baby, no baby I love you so (You don't have to go) Take this pain from my heart Baby, let me take you by the hand (You don't have to go) Baby, baby let me, let me be your lover man (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please don't go (You don't have to go) Don't go, I said baby, don't baby I love you so (You don't have to go) Please, please, please, please me (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please, please me (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please don't go (You don't have to go) Don't go, I said baby, don't baby I love you so (You don't have to go) Please please me It's Not True It's not true You say I've been in prison You say I've got a wife You say I've had help doing Everything throughout my life chorus: It's not true, it's not true I'm telling you 'Cause I'm up here and you're nowhere It's not true, so there I haven't got eleven kids I weren't born in Baghdad I'm not half-Chinese either And I didn't kill my dad (chorus) If you hear more rumors You can just forget them too Fools start the rumors None of them are true (chorus) You say I've been in prison You say I've got a wife You say I've had help doing Everything throughout my life I haven't got eleven kids I weren't born in Baghdad I'm not half-Chinese either And I didn't kill my dad (chorus) (chorus) |
White Christmas
Bing Crosby I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten, and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white |
hey brother, major points to name this tune and band.....:thumbsup:
What you get and what you see Things that don't come easily Feeling happy in my pain Icicles within my brain (Cocaine) Something blowin' in my head Winds of ice that soon will spread, Down to freeze my very soul Makes me happy makes me cold My eyes are blind but I can see, The snowflakes glisten on the tree(s) The sun no longer sets me free I feel the snowflakes freezing me Let the winter sunshine on Let me feel the frost of dawn Fill my dreams of flakes of snow Soon I'll feel the chilling globe Right! Don't you think I know what I'm doing? Don't tell me that's it's doing me wrong You're the one that's really the loser This is where I feel I belong Blind! Crystal world with winter flowers, Turn my days to frozen hours Lying snowblind in the sun Will my ice age ever come? |
/me wants so bad to say edie brickell and the new bohemians...(but i know it's not her...)
please don't be courtney cunt... |
you got me on that one joe..........care to enlighten us?
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Sabbath baby, Sabbath........:thumbsup:
Vol. 4....snowblind |
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heard this on the way home from school today and thought of you...
Born on the Bayou Creedence Clearwater Revival Now, when I was just a little boy, Standin to my daddys knee, My poppa said, son, dont let the man get you Do what he done to me. cause hell get you, cause hell get you now, now. And I can remember the fourth of july, Runnin through the backwood, bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin, Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chorus: Born on the bayou; Born on the bayou; Born on the bayou. Wish I was back on the bayou. Rollin with some cajun queen. Wishin I were a fast freight train, Just a chooglin on down to new orleans. Chorus Do it, do it, do it, do it. oh, lord. Oh get back boy. I can remember the fourth of july, Runnin through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin, Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chorus All right! do, do, do, do. Mmmmmmm, oh. |
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable;
Heidegger, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table. David Hume could outconsume (****)Hagel, and Whitcolm Schmart was a beery schwart who was just as shloshed as Shlagel...There's nothin' Nietsche couldn't teach ya 'bout the raising of the the wrist; Socrates himself was permanently pissed. John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, on half a pint of Shanti was particularly ill. Plato, they say, could stick it away; half a crate of whiskey every day! Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle, Hobbes was fond of his dram; Rene desCarte was a drunken fart: I drink therfore I am. Yes, Socrates Himself is particularly missed: A lovely little thinker for a bugger when he's pissed! Monty Python's Australian Philosopher's Song:thumbsup: |
Honky Tonk Women
The Rolling Stones I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. It's the honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. I laid a divorcee in New York City, I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me with roses, She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. It's the honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. (Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. (Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
nice uncle mystro........been awhile since i seen your tunage in here.
thanks buddy |
ya just gotta tune in more often...
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yeah i guess eh.........thanks phil my man. :thumbsup: |
where the fuck have i been?
Listening To You/See Me Tommy The Who Tommy: See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, touch me, heal me, heal me, heal me. Chorus: Listening to you I get the music. Gazing at you I get the heat. Following you I climb the mountain. I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you I see the millions. On you I see the glory. From you I get opinions. From you I get the story. Listening to you I get the music. Gazing at you I get the heat. Following you I climb the mountain. I get excitement at your feet! [TOMMY AND CHORUS] Right behind you I see the millions. On you I see the glory. From you I get opinions. From you I get the story. Listening to you I get the music. Gazing at you I get the heat (heat). Following you I climb the mountain. I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you I see the millions. On you I see the glory. From you I get opinions. From you I get the story. Ohhhhh, listening to you I get the music. Gazing at you I get the heat. Following you I climb the mountain. I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you I see the millions. On you I see the glory. From you I get opinions. From you I get the story. Listening to you! |
nice man...........great tune phil.
you sure got your shit together bro. many thanks |
I was working part time
in a five and dime my boss was Mr. McGee He told me several times That he didn't like my kind 'cause I was just too leisurely Seems that I was busy Doing something close 2 nothing But different than the day before That's when I saw her She walked in through the out door She wore a Raspberry beret The kind u find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspberry beret I think I love her Built like she was She had the nerve to ask me If I planned 2 do her any harm So I put her on the back of my bike And we went riding Down by old man Johnson's farm Overcast days never turned me on But something about the clouds and her mixed She wasn't 2 bright but I could tell When she kissed me She knew how 2 get her kicks The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof And the horses wonder who u are Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees U feel like a movie star They say the first time ain't the greatest But if I had the chance to do it all again I wouldn't change a stroke 'cause baby I'm the most With a girl as fine as she was then... She wore a raspberry beret the kind you find in a 2nd hand store Raspberry beret, and if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspbery beret...I think I love her. |
thanks OCM........good song.
watch it though........don't wanna piss uncle mystro off eh. he gets mad when i put tunage up. the 'ol softy that he is. ahahhhhahhaha |
/me don't do prince, or whoever he is this year...
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Why is it I always think of flyman when I hear this tune:
A LUMBERJACK! Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side! The Larch! The Pine! The Giant Redwood tree! The Sequoia! The Little Whopping Rule Tree! We'd sing! Sing! Sing! Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day. CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lava-try. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, He goes to the lava-try. On Wednesdays 'e goes shoppin' And has buttered scones for tea. CHORUS I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs around.... In bars??????? CHORUS I chop down trees, I wear high heels, Suspendies and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear papa. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels Suspendies?? and a .... a Bra???? (spoken, raggedly) What's this? Wants to be a *girlie*? Oh, My! And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter! CHORUS All: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy..... (BONG) |
yeah, he's tryin' to tie me up with alice in chains in another thread...
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just don't drop the soap, brother...........:surprised:
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great band phil.........too bad the singer was a poker. thanks for the tune joe.........*heads out to chop some wood* |
you still owe me 5 escudos...
never mind... |
what....you want 5 more?
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i know..........but i thought you were talkin' about the nirvana album.......
:thumbsup: cha-ching!!!! |
I'm not tryin' to impress you with my lines,
They don't mean nothin' at all, It's just another expression of mine, It don't mean nothin' at all, Mystifying, Oh no, Crystalising, you know. People just love to play with words, People just love to play haven't you heard, People just love to play with words, People just love to play haven't you heard. There are two sides, a win or loss, What's two down and four across, Analysing and implying, you know. People just love to play with words, People just love to play haven't you heard, People just love to play with words, People just love to play haven't you heard. -Men At Work. |
ocm........do you ever step away from the comp man?
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often then there's skipping, tripping, slipping, schlepping. Hell, I dunno, fly. Thanks for asking, though!:thumbsup: Mad dog in the hallway and my head is filled with fire Panic rules the moment with no mercy or desire Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream And now my mouth is burning crimson in a long and bloody dream Sometimes I wonder 'bout these physical disorders My only contact is with TV news distorters Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen All that I can tell you - I'm insane, insane again. Relax-relax Relax-relax Relax-relax Puppets with directions they whisper in my ears Circled stairs around me drip with long forgotten tears Nothing done without a motive, proving they were smart Every path they traced for me another kind of chart Corporate christie says it all - the meaning is a twist My pulse is fading quickly you can feel it on my wrist Glancing over sideways at the words from brain to pen All that I can tell you - I'm insane, insane again Relax-relax Relax-relax Relax-relax I need some breathing room I need some breathing room I need some breathing room I need some breathing room Open fire-Shell shock Knee jerk-Lock step Shrink rap-Clap trap Mind bend-echo send Chicken coop-drug soup Nerve food-solitude Back track-meat rack Cardiac Yakety Yakety Yak Breathing room I need some breathing room Relax-relax Relax-relax Relax-relax Mama won't you tell me Please, please what is goin' on? I have seen a madhouse vision no conclusions can be drawn My mind is inside out and all the clarity is gone Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen All that I can tell you-I'm insane, insane again Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend Help me, Help me, mama! I'm insane, insane again -the j. geils band |
here's a real "find..."
Only You Know And I Know Delaney and Bonnie and Friends Only you know and I know All the love we got to show So don’t refuse to believe it By reading too many meanings ‘Cause you know That I mean what I say So don’t go And take me the wrong way You know you can’t always go and get your own way ‘Cause if you do it’s going to get you some day Now if I seem to mislead you It’s just my craziness coming through But when it comes down to just two I ain’t no crazier than you ‘Cause you know That I mean what I say So don’t go And take me the wrong way You know you can’t always go and get your own way ‘Cause if you do it’s going to get you some day (Musical break) Oh I mean to be pleasing Oh no no no not deceiving But it’s hard to believe in When you feel so mistreated ‘Cause you know That I mean what I say So don’t go And take things the wrong way You know you can’t go and get your own way ‘Cause if you do it’s going to get you some day Only you know and I know Only you know and I know Only you know and I know Only you know and I know Only you know and I know Only you know and I know |
slinking away, cringing like a misbehaved dog.
"All day long she holds it back Back with all her might She carries a burning torch inside She holds it firm and tight She punches out the clock While it keeps punching out her life She's a flamethrower, red-hot glower Flamethrower at night The things she wears at work They hang off her kinda loose Her blouse don't fit, the pants ain't right She ain't no front page news But when her work is done And the daytime turns to night The headlines flash in neon That the girl has taken flight (With tongue in cheek, I cannot continue) Chairman of the board Won't look her in the eye The fire of her vision His money just can't buy Silently she waits Silently she contemplates She can make 'em tremble You know the reason why She's a flame-flamethrower She's a flamethrower at night She's a flame--a red hot glower She's a flamethrower at night You might think you're burnin' All your candles at both ends Maybe you should go to church To make up some amends But if you think you're fireproof So cool and much too much Don't dare go near my baby Cause she'll melt you with her touch I forget the darkness I forget the pain When she's movin' through my heart and when she's pumpin' through my veins She's the part inside me I never can control And she's the only reason I know I've got a soul. -j. geils |
/me is aghast and agog...
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Down by the sea,
I found your hidden treasure, Just you and me, We overdosed on pleasure. Yonnies in the wind, We're ruggin' up for winter, Putting out the bins, In cold and windy weather. Down by the docks, Live all the silent sea ships, Crates are stored on blocks, Where now only the rats live. Sail me down the river, Til we reach the shore, Diving to the centre, Eating out the core. Down on the beach, Saluting Captain Benbow, Always out of reach, It's quiet when the tide's low. Climbing up the cliffs, You can see for miles far, The boat that ran adrift, Is sitting on a sandbar. Laughing at the waves, That storm the river mouth, The ice is on the move now, Creeping north and south. ..... Listen to your heart, Screaming at the sky, Can't you feel it tremble, Don't you wonder why? -Colin Hay |
hand picked for you, my friend!
Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Ain't no time to pack my bag, my foots outside the door Got a date, I can't be late, for the high hopes hailla ball. Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more, more! Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost it's way. Sitting round singing songs 'til the night turns into day Used to sing on the mountains but the mountains washed away Now I'm singing all my songs to the girl who won my heart She is only three years old and it's a real fine way to start. |
whole batch of new tunes............sweeeeeeeeet.
you guys are freakin' awesome. |
Hey, we heard the news
That someone's crying the blues 'cause words still go unsaid As hungry minds are never fed Take a chance, as you dance In romance in a trance To advance and expand Got a dime and a rhyme Brilliant mind still incline In your prime to design For man's great strength to meet Another trembling heart defeat Is read between the lines When change of mind Is hard to find The blossoms that you reap From binding challenges complete And wisdom's gentle rain Immensely crown the brain Take a chance, as you dance In romance in a trance To advance and expand Got a dime and a rhyme Brilliant mind still incline in your prime to design Moving soon, upper room Paid your dues 'cause you're through feelin' blue -1977 Saggifire Music (BMI) :) 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 kids 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 light's glow Everybody walks right by like it's safe or something They don't know- Nobody knows you Nobody owes you nothing 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 - jackson browne |
thanks OCM......good stuff baby.
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Up there in the realms
They make themselves nuts or else follow through or not. Sorry, fly, I'm still suffering from haikuonthebrain. |
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oh hell............bring 'em baby......... :thumbsup: |
brung ya one; it got dropped...
The streets of the city are barren All the windows and doors have been cloced As the night draws near You can feel their fear Their freedom is just an illusion And they tell us that love is a lie Can it all be true What can one man do ******* See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prsoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn The City of Gold's in the distance And they've already forgotten their dream Visions slowly fade In this land of shade (How prescient was this?) As the power grows, darkness spreading Hope is still alive, though we're dreading What the future holds, no more need to Fear what all men face Only good can win the race Rumors speak of war, all the nations Turmoil in the streets, tribulations Now it's plain to see All the prophecies are taking place (eh?) Only good can win the race There are fragments of truth still remaining And they bring them the light of the world To this hope we cling Till the bells will ring See the pages as they turn In their wisdom we will learn (WHAT?) Our bloody history will soon resolve See the pages as they turn In their wisdom we will learn Free from the prison, a Curtain of Iron |
eh man.............
eh! :thumbsup: very cool........ |
Runnin' Blue
The Doors Poor Otis dead and gone Left me here to sing his song Pretty little girl with the red dress on Poor Otis dead and gone Yeah, back down, turn around slowly Try it again, remembering when It was easy, try it again Much to easy, rememberin' when All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin' blues Don't fight, too much to lose Can't fight the runnin' blues Well, I've got the runnin' blues Runnin' away, back to L.A. Got to find the dock of the bay Maybe find it back in L.A. Runnin' scared Runnin' blue Goin' so fast What'll I do Well, I've got the runnin' blues Runnin' away, back to L.A. Got to find the dock of the bay Maybe find it back in L.A. All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin' blues Don't fight, too much to lose Can't fight the runnin' blues All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin' blues Don't fight, too much to lose Can't fight the runnin' blues |
Getting Closer
I went searching for the truth but in my innocence I found all the con men and their acrobats who stomped me in the ground If I could count up their percentages I know they're getting rich but they haven't taken everything those paybacks are a bitch Though I've lost quite a lot I am still in control they can keep what they've got but they can't have my soul and if I don't have this all worked out still I'm getting closer, getting closer I still have far to go no doubt but I'm getting closer, getting closer What was ripped off by professionals is not all that it seems while I must live up to contracts I did not give up my dreams if I see it as experience it hasn't gone to waste lately all the missing pieces have been falling into place And if I could go back and start over somehow I would not change that much knowing what I know now though there have been sins I will regret still I'm getting closer, getting closer I don't have all the anwers yet but I'm getting closer, getting closer I'm a mark for every shyster from Topanga to Berlin and I should have learned to kick them out as soon as they crawled in so to every bank in Switzerland that stores my stolen youth I'm alright because despite the laws you cannot hide the truth and although you will say I am still too naive ()I have not lost faith in the things I believe and if I don't have this all worked out still I'm getting closer, getting closer I still have far to go no doubt but I'm still getting closer, getting closer -from Billy Joel, The Bridge (DPAM) He was nobly born and a Spanish bull's horn Had left one scar on his handsome face He stood like a prince and he had ever since He had grandly walked into the place Though the girls of Madrid were tonight forbid For tomorrow he must fight once more Before he left the ball he must dance with them all For he was El Toreador The day of the feast was just a light in the East When he left Maria's warm bed Her dark eyes said more but he walked through the door Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head And later that day as he knelt to pray He said God grant me this nothing more If it is the way and I must die today Let me die like a toreador The Plaza del Toros shook from the roar As the band played the toreador's theme Alarmed by the sound the bull paws the ground As the toreador enters the ring Round and round up and down On and on all alone The shouts of ole in the heat of the day Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart And the crowd held its breath as he flirted with death As the bullfighter's sword found its mark And trying to hide the wound in his side He walked from the ring standing tall And a crowd gathered round as he fell to the ground And a priest held his hand where he lay in the sand And he was heard to say a brave bull died today But he died like a toreador - Charlie Daniels, et al |
Damn, I just love this...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1Qt6b8B5Bd4 Comfortably Numb Pink Floyd Hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? Come on, now. I hear youre feeling down. Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again. Relax. I need some information first. Just the basic facts: Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ships smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I cant explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. Ok. Just a little pinprick. [ping] Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe its working. good. Thatll keep you going for the show. Come on its time to go. There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ships smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb. |
oh man phil..........i freakin' love pink floyd.
and can dave ever wail on that fender too............ |
...couldn't find 'animals'
so here's more charlie daniels, et al If you ever go back in the Wooley Swamp You'd better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods Will make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say that the ghost of Lucius Clay Gets up and it walks around But I couldn't believe it - I just had to find out for myself I couldn't conceive it - cause I never would listen to nobody else I couldn't believe it - I just had to find out for myself There's some things in this world you just can't explain The old man lived in Wooley Swamp Way back in Booger Woods And he never did do a lot of harm in this world But he never did do no good People didn't think too much of him They all thought he acted funny The old man didn't care about people anyway All he cared about was his money He'd stuff it all down in mason jars And bury it all around And on certain nights if the moon was right He'd dig it up out of the ground He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack And run his fingers through it Lucius Clay was a greedy old man And that's all there was to it The Cagle boys were white trash Lived over on Carver's Creek They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat And Belligerent when they'd speak One night the oldest brother said Y'all meet me in the Wooley Swamp later And we'll take old Lucius' money and we'll Feed him to the alligators They found the old man out in back With a shovel in his hand And thirteen rusty mason jars he'd just dug up out of the sand And they all went crazy and they beat the old man And they picked him up off the ground And they threw him in the swamp and stood there And laughed as the black water sucked him down Then they turned around and went back to the shack and picked up the money and ran They hadn't gone nowhere when they realized They were running in quicksand And they struggled and they screamed But they couldn't get away And just before they went under They could hear the old man laughing in A voice as loud as thunder Now that's been fifty years ago and you can go by there yet There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack Where the ground is always wet And on certain nights if the moon is right Down by the dark footpath You can hear three young men screaming And you can hear one old man laugh. (Hey, Fly? Would "pigs-three different kinds" be better?):no: |
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dude..........my singer is a story teller.he doesn't write poems,he tells stories.........i dig his style......... Charlie is a wicked story teller..........i love his stuff. so at this time........no.............pigs three different ones wouldn't be better here. this one is perfect. thanks but you know.............awwww fuck it.......... here we go.......... "Pigs (Three Different Ones)" Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying "keep on digging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find? When you're down in the pig mine You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? .....!.....!.....!.....! You gotta stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry. |
I live my life like there's no tomorrow
And all I've got I had to steal Least I don't need to beg or borrow Yes I'm living at a pace that kills Runnin' with the devil Runnin' with the devil I found the simple life ain't so simple When I jumped out on that road I got no love, no love you'd call real Ain't got nobody waiting at home Runnin' with the devil Runnin' with the devil You know I, I found the simple life, weren't so simple, no When I jumped out on that road Got no love, no love you'd call real Got nobody waiting at home Runnin' with the devil Runnin' with the devil Runnin' with the devil Runnin' with the devil |
here ya go, baby.........
Early in the evenin' just about supper time Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind. Poor kids on the corner try to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the hum. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the poor boys are playin'; Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. Gersta hits the white bow. People just gotta smile. Lucas thumbs a gut-bass, yeah, solos for a while. Poor boy brings the rhythym out on his kalamazoo And Willy goes into a dance; doubles on his lou. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the poor boys are playin'; Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the poor boys are playin'; Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. You don't need a penny just to hang around, But if you got a nickel, won't ya lay your money down? Over on the corner there's a happy noise. People come from all around to watch the magic boy. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the poor boys are playin'; Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the poor boys are playin'; Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the poor boys are playin'; Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. Down on the corner, out in the street |
joe dude.........this is the shit i learned to play drums too.......many moons ago.......my kids are dialin' this in.............practice,practice baby.....
CCR man..............nicely done. |
Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my daddys knee, My poppa said, son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me. cause he'll get you, cause he'll get you now, now. And I can remember the fourth of july, Runnin through the backwood, bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin, Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chorus: Born on the bayou; Born on the bayou; Born on the bayou. Wish I was back on the bayou. Rollin with some cajun queen. Wishin I were a fast freight train, Just a chooglin on down to new orleans. Chorus Do it, do it, do it, do it. oh, lord. Oh get back boy. I can remember the fourth of july, Runnin through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin, Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chasin down a hoodoo there. Chorus All right! do, do, do, do. Mmmmmmm, oh. |
While enjoying my nutritious :lol: and delicious breakfast this morning, I was oddly reminded of my Canook boyfriend flyman.
Now, from this pic, can you tell why? http://img.photobucket.com/albums/08...g?t=1173541704 Here's a hint......it's NOT Santa http://img.photobucket.com/albums/08...g?t=1173542001 Take your time to guess, and I'll be back with the answer later on..........eh! |
ok, who's mounting who?
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The oddness of remembrance is mounting everybody.
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and i even have horses too joe..........so i can pretend to be the pot smoking mountie.......fucking brilliant.
and hey.........that's a damn sweet breakfast you got dialed in there too bro..........too bad it wasn't the farm fresh eggs that i have but......... nicely done anyways......:thumbsup: |
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hey i could actually use Dudley's canoe too joe.........it's supposed to flood here this year.......that'd suck if the dykes breach.
If it keeps on rainin, levees goin to break, If it keeps on rainin, levees goin to break, When the levee breaks Ill have no place to stay. Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan, Lord, mean old levee taught me to weep and moan, Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home, Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well. Dont it make you feel bad When youre tryin to find your way home, You dont know which way to go? If youre goin down south They go no work to do, If you dont know about chicago. Cryin wont help you, prayin wont do you no good, Now, cryin wont help you, prayin wont do you no good, When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move. All last night sat on the levee and moaned, All last night sat on the levee and moaned, Thinkin bout me baby and my happy home. Going, gon to chicago, Gon to chicago, Sorry but I cant take you. Going down, going down now, going down. |
/me wants so hard to post that don mcclean thing...
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