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08-04-2004, 12:10 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Casey Jones
Grateful Dead Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time, Leaves central station ’bout a quarter to nine, Hits river junction at seventeen to, At a quarter to ten you know it’s travlin’ again. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble ahead, lady in red, Take my advice you’d be better off dead. Switchman’s sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble with you is the trouble with me, Got two good eyes but you still don’t see. Come round the bend, you know it’s the end, The fireman screams and the engine just gleams...
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08-05-2004, 04:44 AM
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Psycho
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You don't have Dagga in your avatar. Its one of the most common names for weed in Africa.
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Do not confuse altruism with kindness, good will or respect for the rights of others. These are not primaries, but consequences, which, in fact, altruism makes impossible. The irreducible primary of altruism, the basic absolute, is self-sacrifice - which means: self-immolation, self-abnegation, self-denial, self-destruction - which means: the self as a standard of evil, the selfless as a standard of the good. |
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08-05-2004, 04:52 AM
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through charlatans phone
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Yeah bro, gotta love Zappa!
It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain’t shinin’ ’cause the sky’s too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin’ ’long the side of me I’m mean ’n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy Talkin’ about her ’n my bike ’n me... ’n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery I noticed even the crickets Was actin’ weird up here And so I figured I might Just drink a little beer I said, gimme summa that what yer suckin’ on... But there was no reply ’cause she was gone... Where’s those titties that I like so well ’n my goddamn beer! Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise Like a crunchin’ twig, ’n up jumped the devil...he’s about this big... He had a red suit on An’ a widow’s peak An’ then a pointed tail ’n like a sulphur reek Yes, it was him awright I sweared I knowed it was He had some human flesh Stuck underneath his claws You know it looked to me Like it was titty skin I said, you sonofabitch! ’cause I was mad at him, Well he just got out his floss ’n started cleanin’ his fang So I shot him with my shooter Said: bang bang bang Then the sucker just laughed ’n said, put it away... You know, I ate her all up...now what you Gonna say? You ate my chrissy? titties ’n all! Well, what about the beer then, boy? were the cans This tall? Even her boots? would I lie to you? Shit, you musta been hungry! yes, this is true. Well don’t they pay you good for the Stuff that you do? Well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through... Well I want my chrissy, ’n I want my beer So you just barf it back up now, devil, Do you hear? Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil, Do you understand? just what will you give me For your Titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little Contract here... yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore, Don’t call me that That’s about the only reason ...gimme that paper...bet yer ass I’ll sign... ’cause I need a beer, ’n it’s titty-squeezin’ time Man, you can’t fool me...you ain’t that bad... I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had... Why there was milhous nixon ’n agnew, too... ’n both of those suckers was worse ’n you... Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true I mean, you’re the devil, so whatcha gonna do? (improvised dialog) Wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...when you say... That you want to make a deal with me... That’s very, very true I’m only interested in two things Yeah? See if you can guess what they are I would think...uh...let’s see, maybe stravinsky... I’ll give you two clues. let go of your pickle What? Let go of your pickle! I’m not holding my pickle Well, who’s holding your pickle then? I don’t know...she’s out in the audience... Hey dale, would you like to come up here and hold My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? I’m only interested in two things, and that’s Titties and beer You know what I mean? What? Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer! Titties and beer! I don’t know if you’re the right guy? Titties and beer! Titties and beer! No! don’t sign it! give me time to think... I mean hold on a second boy, ’cause that’s magic ink! And then the devil let go of his pickle And out come my girl, there was her titties Flop-floppin’...all around the world She said I got me three beers and a fistful of downs And I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns! Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff That’s when the devil, he farted And she went right over the cliff! The devil was mad, I took off to my pad I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? |
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08-05-2004, 07:24 AM
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comfortably numb...
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pj...great find...
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-05-2004, 01:39 PM
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Up On the Roof
The Drifters When this old world starts getting me down And people are just too much for me to face I climb way up to the top of the stairs And all my cares just drift right into space On the roof, it's peaceful as can be And there the world below can't bother me Let me tell you now When I come home feelin' tired and beat I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof) I get away from the hustling crowd And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof) On the roof, the only place I know Where you just have to wish to make it so Let's go up on the roof (up on the roof) At night the stars put on a show for free And, darling, you can share it all with me I keep a-tellin' you Right smack dab in the middle of town I've found a paradise that's trouble proof (up on the roof) And if this world starts getting you down There's room enough for two Up on the roof (up on the roof) Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof) Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof) Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof) FADE Everything is all right (up on the roof)
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-05-2004, 07:25 PM
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Location: on the back, bitch
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Yellow Snow-Frank Zappa
Dreamed i was an eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero... And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show Well i turned around and i said "oh, oh" oh Well i turned around and i said "oh, oh" oh Well i turned around and i said "ho, ho" And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye "watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" "watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" |
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08-06-2004, 11:54 AM
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Behind Blue Eyes
The Who No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-07-2004, 11:44 AM
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Let It All Hang Out
The Hombres (spoken): "A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve" No parkin' by the sewer sign Hot dog, my razor's broke Water drippin' up the spout But I don't care, let it all hang out Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees Sun is shinin' through the shade Nobody knows what it's all about, It's too much, man, let it all hang out Saw a man walkin' upside down My T.V.'s on the blink Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out Sleep all day, drive all night Brain my numb, can't stop now For sure ain't no doubt Keep an open mind, let it all hang out It's rainin' inside a big brown moon How does that mess you baby up, leg Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out Let it all hang out (harmonized) [repeat to fade]
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-11-2004, 03:34 PM
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comfortably numb...
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you went to colorado, turkey...
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-12-2004, 04:14 AM
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Monterey
Eric Burdon and the Animals The people came and listened Some of them came and played Others gave flowers away, yes they did Down in Monterey, Down in Monterey. Young gods smiled upon the crowd Their music being born of love Children danced night and day Religion was being born Down in Monterey The Byrds and the Airplane did fly Oh, Ravi Shankar's music made me cry The Who exploded into fire and light Hugh Masekela's music was black as night The Grateful Dead blew everybody's mind Jimi Hendrix, baby, believe me, set the world on fire, yeah His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd Ten thousand electric guitars were groovin' real loud, yeah You want to find the truth in life? Don't pass music by And you know I would not lie, no, I would not lie, No, I would not lie Down in Monterey All right!!! Three days of understanding, of moving with one another Even the cops grooved with us Do you believe me, yeah? Down in Monterey, down in Monterey Down in Monterey, down in Monterey I think that maybe I'm dreaming Monterey, Monterey Down in Monterey Did you hear what I say? Down in Monterey
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-12-2004, 04:26 AM
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through charlatans phone
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Zappa's love song to flyman
 We Are Not Alone Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine) Steve Vai (guitar, acoustic guitar) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano) Ike Willis (vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Dick Fegy (mandolin) Marty Krystall (saxophone) You-you-you-ooo Look like a dor-r-r-k You act like a dork Most of the time, also You're a dor-r-r-r-k You are a double-dork butt rash You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! Nobody wants to... You are boring...you have nothing to say You eat cheese -- you eat cheese and other things You can can wrap up an' take with you From the table With Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You are a dork You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! A double-dork butt rash There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are? We know, but we won't tell you We don't want to hurt your feelings But you're a dor-r-r-r-k! Might as well admit it When you're a dork You're a dork, by the way You're a dork A double A double dork butt rash A double butt rash dork Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You look like a dork Look like a dork You act like a dork most of the time You're a dor-r-r-r-k Double dork Double dork Double dork butt rash |
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08-12-2004, 11:46 AM
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He was born in the summer of his 27th year,
coming home to a place he'd never been before. He left yesterday behind him you might say he was born again, might say he found a key for every door. When he first came to the mountains His life was far away on the road and hanging by a song. But the strings already broken and he doesn't really care, it keeps changin' fast, and it don't last for long. It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullabye. Rocky Mountain High, ...in Colorado.... Rocky Mountain High. He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below, saw everything as far as you can see. And they say that he got crazy once and that he tried to touch the sun, and he lost a friend, but kept the memory. Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream, seeking grace in every step he takes, his sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand, the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake. And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply. Rocky Mountain High, ....in Colorado.... Rocky Mountain High. Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear, of the simple things he can not comprehend. Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more. More people, more scars upon the land. It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an Eagle fly Rocky mountain high It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky. Friend around the camp fire and everybody's high.... Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High. John Denver-Rocky Mountain High |
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08-12-2004, 11:48 AM
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peekaboo
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Joe Walsh-Rocky Mountain Way
Spent the last year Rocky Mountain Way Couldn't get much higher Out to pasture Think it's safe to say Time to open fire And we don't need the ladies Crying 'cuz the storie's sad 'Cuz the Rocky Mountain Way Is better than the way we had Well he's tellin' us this And he's tellin' us that Changes it every day Say's it doesn't matter Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat Playin' it play by play Time to change the batter And we don't need the ladies Crying 'cuz the storie's sad, uh huh Rocky Moutain Way Is better than the way we had Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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08-12-2004, 12:03 PM
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Sky Pilot
Eric Burdon And The Animals He blesses the boys as they stand in line The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine He's there to help them all that he can To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. He smiles at the young soldiers Tells them it's all right He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight Soon there'll be blood and many will die Mothers and fathers back home they will cry Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile The order is given They move down the line But he'll stay behind and he'll meditate But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate As the young men move out into the battle zone He feels good, with God you're never alone He feels tired and he lays on his bed Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. You're soldiers of God, you must understand The fate of your country is in your young hands May God give you strength Do your job real well If it all was worth it Only time it will tell In the morning they return With tears in their eyes The stench of death drifts up to the skies A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot Remembers the words "Thou shalt not kill." Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky.
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-12-2004, 04:45 PM
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see the links to my music?
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joe you bastard you..........still laughin' at that one.........nice find.
ngdawg and phil.......those two rocky mountain tunes kick ass........yes,even john denver!!!! and that sky pilot was a song sorta built for me How high can you fly? i'm goin' all the way to the damn top baby!!!!!!!! |
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08-12-2004, 05:37 PM
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backatcha...hehe...
I Had Too Much To Dream (Last Night) The Electric Prunes Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to be Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me Then came the dawn And you were gone You were gone, gone, gone I had too much to dream last night Too much to dream I'm not ready to face the light I had too much to dream Last night Last night The room was empty as I staggered from my bed I could not bear the image racing through my head You were so real that I could feel your eagerness And when you raised your lips for me to kiss Came the dawn And you were gone You were gone, gone, gone [repeat chorus 2X] Oh, too much to dream Oh, too much to dream Too much to dream last night Oh, too much to dream [repeat to fade]
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-13-2004, 11:48 AM
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L. A. Woman
The Doors Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c’mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin? Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin?down your freeways Midnite alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone So alone, so alone Motel Money Murder Madness Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness It's the Mojo Risin It's the Mojo Risin It's the Mojo Risin It's the Mojo Risin Got to keep on risin? It's the Mojo Risin Mojo Risin? Mojo Risin? gotta Mojo Risin? Mojo Risin? gotta keep on risin? Risin? risin? Gone risin? risin? I’m gone risin? risin? I gotta risin? risin? Well, risin? risin? I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin? Woah, ohh yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c’mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman, your my woman Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman L.A. L.A. Woman Woman L.A. Woman c’mon
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-17-2004, 12:57 PM
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Do Ya Think I'm Sexy
Rod Stewart Sugar, sugar She sits alone waiting for suggestions He's so nervous avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know. If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on honey tell me so Tell me so baby He's acting shy looking for an answer Come on honey let's spend the night together Now hold on a minute before we go much further Give me a dime so I can phone my mother They catch a cab to his high rise apartment At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on honey tell me so If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know His heart's beating like a drum 'cos at last he's got this girl home Relax baby now we are alone They wake at dawn 'cos all the birds are singing Two total strangers but that ain't what they're thinking Outside it's cold, misty and it's raining They got each other neither one's complaining He say's I sorry but I'm out of milk and coffee Never mind sugar we can watch the early movie If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on honey tell me so If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you really, really, really, really need me just let me know Just reach out and touch me If you really want me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you, if you, if you really need me just come on and tell me so
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-25-2004, 12:32 PM
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Journey To The Center Of The Mind
The Amboy Dukes Leave your cares behind Come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind Chorus: Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside of your mind Beyond the seas of thought Beyond the realm of what Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not [repeat chorus] But please realise You'll probably be surprised For it's the land unknown to man Where fantasy is fact So if you can, please understand You might not come back [repeat chorus] How happy life could be If all of mankind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Center of the mind (echo: the mind, the mind
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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08-25-2004, 04:32 PM
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pj?...terrible?...that's a classic!
edit: sorry, misunderstood the "terrible..."
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. Last edited by uncle phil; 08-25-2004 at 04:34 PM.. |
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08-25-2004, 05:11 PM
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Well. Ok fly, if you say so
Ted Nugent Wang Dang Sweet Poontang That Nadine, what a teenage queen She lookin' so clean, especi'lly down in between; what I like She come to town; she be foolin' around a puttin' me down as a rock-and-roll clown It's all right Wang Dang Sweet Poontang Wang dang, what a sweet poontang a shakin' my thang as a rang-a-dang-dang in the bell She's so sweet when she yanks on my meat Down on the street you know she can't be beat What the hell Wang Dang Sweet Poontang |
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08-26-2004, 04:08 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Gimme Three Steps
Lynyrd Skynyrd I was cutting the rug Down at a place called the jug With a girl named linda lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you know who. He said, ’hey there fellow, With the hair colored yellow, Watcha tryin’ to prove? ’cause that’s my woman there And I’m a man who cares And this might be all for you.’ I was scared and fearing for my life. I was shakin’ like a leaf on a tree. ’cause he was lean, mean, Big and bad, lord, Pointin’ that gun at me. I said, ’wait a minute, mister, I didn’t even kiss her. Don’t want no trouble with you. And I know you don’t owe me But I wish you’d let me Ask one favor from you.’ (chorus) ’won’t you give me three steps, Gimme three steps mister, Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps Gimme three steps mister, And you’ll never see me no more.’ Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray As the water fell on the floor. And I’m telling you son, Well, it ain’t no fun Staring straight down a forty-four. Well he turned and screamed at linda lu And that’s the break I was looking for. And you could hear me screaming a mile away As I was headed out towards the door. (chorus)
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