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For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)
AC/DC We roll tonight [We're on tonight] To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah, oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you Oooh, salute! Oooh, ooooh yeah We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire We salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire We salute you Fire We salute you We salute you Come on, whooa For those about to rock, we salute you (x4) Shoot, shoot (x2) For those of you, for those who ???? Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.) We salute you (x3) Fire
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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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10-04-2004, 06:02 PM
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through charlatans phone
Location: Northcoast
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always liked this here one
Lynyrd Skynyrd Ballad Of Curtis Lowe Well I used to wake the morning, Before the rooster crow. Searchin' for soda bottles, To get myself some dough. Run 'em down to the corner, Down to the country store, Cash 'em in and give my money To a man named Curtis Loew. Old Curt was a black man With white, curly hair. When he had a fifth of wine He did not have a care. He used to own an old Dobro, Used to play across his knees. I'd give old Curt my money, He'd play all day for me. Chorus: Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew. I got your drinkin' money, Tune up your Dobro. People said he was useless, Them people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker To ever play the blues. He looked to be sixty, And maybe I was 10. Mama used to whoop me, But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, Try to stay in time. He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink a wine. Chorus On the day old Curtis died, Nobody came to pray. Old preacher said some words And they chunked him in the clay. Well he lived a lifetime Playin' the Black Man's Blues. And on the day he lost his life That's all he had to lose. Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew. I wish that you was here, So everyone would know. People said you were useless, Them people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker To ever play the blues. |
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10-05-2004, 03:56 PM
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Ordinary Average Guy
Joe Walsh I'm just an ordinary average guy My friends all are boring as we all are And so am I We're just ordinary average guys We all lead ordinary average lives we live With average kids And average wives We all go bowling at the bowling lanes Drink a few beers Bowl a few frames We're just ordinary average guys Ordinary average guys And every Saturday we work in the yard Pick up the dog do Hope that it's hard (woof woof) if the dog songs is even necessary Take out the garbage and clean out the garage My friend's got a Chrysler I've got a Dodge We're just ordinary average guys Ordinary average guys Ordinary average guy(3x) Ordinary average average guys Ordinary average guy(3x) Ordinary average average average guys Ordinary average guy(3x) Ordinary average....
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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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10-06-2004, 12:44 AM
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Shackle Me Not
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Soap Bar - By Goldie Lookin' Chain.
burnt a new hole in my tracksuit today smokin' soap bar without an ashtray red hot nylon drippin' on my skin i ripped the fcuker off and threw it in the bin soap bar's cheap and so's my clothes they gotta be coz of all the fuckin' holes it tastes like shit and it makes you cough and it's the fuckin' rubber in it, that gets you off i smoke soap bar with lots of bits of plastic i leaves mine in it coz it tastes fantastic skunk costs too much, i can't see the appeal than smokin' port rocky, soap bar or gold seal smoke rocky in a bong, bucket or hot knives bake it in a cake for your mam as a surprise i smokes the green and it's gone in an instant but soap bar lasts coz it's fuckin' consistent chorus - smoke it all up, soap bar in the sky i'll smoke soap bar till i fuckin' die before i die and they lay me to rest i wanna smoke soap bar, that's the best last night i went out drivin' in my car i sparked up a fat spliff of fuckin' soap bar a blim burn burnt right down to my dick and while i was distracted i crashed into a brick - wall, the car was fcukin' battered the bonnet flipped up and the windscreen shattered you're better off smokin' the green instead coz it don't blim burn an' it's better for your head soap baaar, sittin' in a deep sweat think i gotta get some rocky for the weekend, the sight of draw excites me stick it in a bong, light it up and chuck a whitey burnin' holes in my trakky this shit always happens when i'm smokin' fuckin' rocky most soap bar comes from fuckin' holland they make it out of oil and tyres and pollen diesel, mirror bar, flat press too these are types of soap available to you these little bits of plastic you find inside you can use those as a quality guide of the standard of soap bar that you are smokin' the more bits of plastic means the better the tokin' eat a hash cake but wait a while it'll take about an hour, ain't draw versatile you can burn it, eat it, or smoke it in a spliff space shakes, straw gateauxs, you knows it delia smith lyin' in your bed droppin' blims on your pubes sellin' draw to your mates but it's really oxo cubes when you're cookin' up draw, be quick, don't linger coz it's really fuckin' hot and it'll burn your fingers this bloke said to me, 'you haven't got a clue about the damage that soap bar can do to you' i tried to see things from his point of view but i couldn't fit my head up his ass hole too the bloke was wrong, i knows my stuff i knows if i smoke it i'm gonna feel rough my lungs are fucked and my throat is raw coz the thing about soap bar is it's fuckin' hardcore |
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10-06-2004, 01:42 PM
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For fly's squirrels...
Bark at the Moon Ozzy Osbourne Screams break the silence Waking from the dead of night Vengence is boiling He’s returned to kill the light Then when he’s found who he’s looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him Bark at the moon Years spent in torment Buried in a nameless grave Now he has risen Miracles would have to save Those that this beast is looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him Bark at the moon They cursed and buried him Along with shame And thought his timeless soul had gone In empty burning hell--unholy one But now he’s returned to prove them wrong (oh no) Howling in shadows Living in a lunar spell He finds his heaven Spewing from the mouth of hell And when he finds who he’s looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him Bark at the moon.
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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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10-08-2004, 09:25 AM
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see the links to my music?
Location: Beautiful British Columbia
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10-08-2004, 12:59 PM
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comfortably numb...
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(puttin' the flyman in a weekend mood...)
The Dream Moody Blues When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead And the browns, reds and gold of autumn lie in the gutter, dead. Remember then the summer bird with wings of fire flaying Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying. As new life will come from death, love will come with leisure. Love of love, love of life and giving without measure Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen. Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
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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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10-08-2004, 06:10 PM
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through charlatans phone
Location: Northcoast
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Marshall Tucker Band
Last Of The Singing Cowboys In the corner of dark bar room Sat an ole' cowboy singin' western tunes Singin' songs he learned as a child All about the West back when it was wild He said he came from down Texas way The cowboys were tough The women the same way Said he was a star back in '31 Hollywood had liked him for some songs that he had done He's the last of the singin' cowboys Singin' songs of inspiration and joy Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay Aye He took a break, just to chug him down a beer C'mon folks holler out the songs you'd like to hear If I know one, I know a million tunes I'm not up here playin' for me This is all just for you And then he bragged on the Stinson hat that he wore Said it was the finest made since the war And he won the silver buckle ridin' on a cow And as he laughed he said I'll bet you're wonderin' how? He's the last of the singin' cowboys Singin' songs of inspiration and joy Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye And after three hours or maybe more A lady grabbed his arm and showed him to the door The bartender said, "he's blind, you see Don't tell him the only audience he had was you and me" 'Cause he's the last of the singin' cowboys Singin songs of inspiration and joy Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye |
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10-10-2004, 04:09 PM
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Legend of a Mind
Moody Blues Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. He’ll fly his astral plane, Takes you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day, Timothy leary. timothy leary. Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. He’ll fly his astral plane, Takes you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day, Timothy leary. timothy leary. Along the coast you’ll hear them boast About a light they say that shines so clear. So raise your glass, we’ll drink a toast To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier. He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down, He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground. He flies so high, he swoops so low, He knows exactly which way he’s gonna go. Timothy leary. timothy leary. He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down, He’ll plant your feet back on the ground. He’ll fly so high, he’ll swoop so low. Timothy leary. He’ll fly his astral plane. He’ll take you trips around the bay. He’ll bring you back the same day. Timothy leary. timothy leary. Timothy leary. timothy leary. Timothy leary.
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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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10-11-2004, 03:47 AM
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through charlatans phone
Location: Northcoast
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Misty Mountain Hop
(Jones/Page/Plant) Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby, What do you, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said, "Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?" And you know how it is; I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh, So I asked them if I could stay awhile. I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, Really out of my mind. Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said, "Please, hey, would we care to all get in line, Get in line." Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh. Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see, And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it? There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin' Ah, not trying to fight it. You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh, I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh. If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better, You better open your eyes. Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't Which, which way the pressure lies, So I've decided what I'm gonna do now. So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains Where the spirits go now, Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh. I really don't know. |
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10-11-2004, 04:29 PM
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Location: upstate
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damn, pj...beat me to it...
Cover You in Oil AC/DC I like to slip into something good I see a young girl in the neighborhood The way she move, I must confess I like to run my hands up and down her legs The way she dress, she look so fine I'll make her wet, I'll make her mine [Gonna make her mine] She like it hard, she like it slow [She don't like it slow] All right honey, come on lets go Baby, what you want, it's the way she move [Baby, feel what you want] Feel what you need, come on let's go [Baby, feel what you need] Cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil] Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] [Yeah] Pull on the zip, she give good lip service It's nothing for the show, I just pay to see her go She make you hot, you spray your lot [So] Comin' in honey, we're headin' to the top The way she push, don't give a dime [she don't give a dime] Abuse your life, gonna make you satisfied She's kinda rough, she give it tough Come on honey and strut your stuff Baby [feel] what you want, it's the way she move [Baby,] Feel what you need, come on let's go Cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil [Cover you in oil] Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil] Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] [Let's go Ooooh yeah Yeeeeeeeah Baby what you want It's the way she move me Feel what you need So come on let's go - yeah Cover you in oil Cover you in oil Let me cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil Cover you in oil Let me cover you in oil Cover you in oil Cover you In oil ]
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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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10-11-2004, 08:13 PM
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see the links to my music?
Location: Beautiful British Columbia
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Bwahahhhahhaaa.........he's got ya' there phil....... *trust me phil,.....he's a ruthless S.O.B.* |
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10-12-2004, 11:06 AM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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You Don't Know How It Feels
Tom Petty Let me run with you tonight I'll take you on a moonlight ride There's someone I used to see But she don't give a damn for me But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me People come, people go Some grow young, some grow cold I woke up in between A memory and a dream So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint Let's head on down the road There's somewhere I gotta go And you don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me My old man was born to rock He's still tryin' to beat the clock Think of me what you will I've got a little space to fill So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint Let's head on down the road There's somewhere I gotta go And you don't know how it feels you don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels to be me you don't know how it feels you don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels to be me
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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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10-13-2004, 03:56 AM
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through charlatans phone
Location: Northcoast
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 THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the Land of the Free Raised in the woods so's he knew ev'ry tree Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! ln eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! Off through the woods he's a marchin' along Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' for fightin' an' rightin' a wrong He's ringy as a b'ar an twict as strong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The buckskin buccaneer! Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us volunteers 'll tame 'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim. Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all! Headed back to war from the ol' home place But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace South to the swamps on the Florida Trace. Davy, Davy Crockett, Trackin' the redskins down! Fought single-handed through the Injun War Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store An' while he was handlin' this risky chore Made hisself a legend for evermore. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! He give his word an' he give his hand That his Injun friends could keep their land An' the rest of his life he took the stand That justice was due every redskin band. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his promise dear! Home fer the, winter with his family, Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree, Bein' the father he wanted to be, Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear! But the ice went out an' the warm winds came An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame An' all of a sudden life got too tame. Davy, Davy Crockett, Headin' on West again! Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarn's an' singin' a song He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong An 'knows he's right 'cause he aint often 'wrong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear? Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarns an' singin' a 'song He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong An' knows he's right 'cause be ain't often wrong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream. Davy, Davy Crockett, Lookin' fer Paradise! Now he'd lost his love an his grief was gall In his heart he wanted to leave it all An' lose himself in the forests tall But he answered instead his country's call. Davy, Davy Crockett, Beginnin' his campaign! Needin' his help they didn't vote blind They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind Sent up to Nashville the best they could find A fightin' Spirit an' a thinkin' mind. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! The votes were counted an' he won hands down So they sent him off to Washin'ton town With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown A livin' legend of growin' renown. Davy, Davy Crockett, The Canebrake Congressman! He went off to Congress an' served a spell Fixin' up the Gover'ment an' laws as well Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band His politickin' was their favorite brand An' everyone wanted to shake his hand. Davy, Davy Crockett, Helpin' his legend grow! He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell Of his hopes for White House and fame as well But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell An' patched up the crack In the liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! When he come home his politickin' done The western march had just begun So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun. Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin' the pioneer! He heard of Houston an' Austin an' so To the Texas plains he jest had to go Where freedom was fightin' another foe An' they needed him at the Alamo. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! His land is biggest an' his land is best From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all meetin' the test Followin' his legend into the West. Davy Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! gotcha, eh Gus.......  |
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10-14-2004, 01:44 PM
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(from Eye Weekly, 28 September, 1995...)
DECANTING DAVY CROCKETT by KONRAD EJBICH It's not often I get excited about wine in a restaurant setting. I can spot a 250 per cent mark-up at a glance and the wines are generally stored in inferior (read: warm) conditions. If the wine is served by the glass, I'm destined to get something that may have been opened days ago and gave up its ghost long before my arrival. But a late-night snack at Boba last week got me going in a big way. I chose Thai-influenced steak tartare off the appetizer menu. Prepared in the traditional way, steak tartare should be paired with something red, something fairly tart and fruity to compensate for the fattiness (even though there's no real fat in this lean ground beef filet, the texture still has a natural fatty feel) and something with a good hit of alcohol to help digest the uncooked meat itself. I would have opted for a two- or three-year-old Beaujolais from a village such as Julienas or Morgon, or a decent Ontario gamay like that made by Cave Spring. But the wild "Thai-influenced" dish prepared by chef Bob Bermann completely changes the nature of the beast with its spicing, lemon grass, wonton crisps and all. Without batting an eye, my server brought out a bottle of Fess Parker 1992 Syrah ($8.95/glass, $44/btl). Parker played Davy Crockett in the Disney series of the early '60s and ultimately turned his royalties into a small-but-serious winemaking operation in Santa Barbera County. I was floored. This was an incredibly concentrated, fantastically rich wine, oozing blackberry and black cherry flavors. Had I not been in a public place I might have sipped it with one hand under the table. I swear I could still taste it as I drove home. (For a cold shower, we trust. -- Uptight eds.) Anyway, find an excuse to go to Boba for a glass of this rare and wonderful juice. I'm told it's also available at Auberge du Pommier, but only Boba has the Thai tartare.
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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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10-14-2004, 02:51 PM
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thanks, pj...leaving for florida early saturday for two weeks, so...carry my water for me, will ya?
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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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10-14-2004, 04:43 PM
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i have no computer in florida...i just manage to retain the image of fly's squirrel...keeps me going, if ya know what i mean...
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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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10-14-2004, 07:42 PM
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see the links to my music?
Location: Beautiful British Columbia
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tryin' to sabatoge my thread eh fellas?
welll...........pork loin and a nice ol glass of red wine...........  try and take me down now!!!!!! *sneaky bastards* ...and this shot is for you joe..........(coors light my ass).........  ....damn fine Canadian beer that Moosehead is. |
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10-14-2004, 07:47 PM
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see the links to my music?
Location: Beautiful British Columbia
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....HEY PHIL!!!!!
hope it's a good trek for you and the missus....... and don't worry,.........joe is enough of a hard ass that he'll keep the kicks goin'. (and i know what he can.....................hmmmmm............i'll stop there) *lucky bastard that he is,that i like him* |
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10-15-2004, 04:10 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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jeebus...squirrels, davy crewcut, the moose is loose...better change my avatar before i go...
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10-15-2004, 09:21 PM
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peekaboo
Location: on the back, bitch
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Toby Keith
Album: Unknow Title: Ill Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again Text: I always heard that his herb was top shelf I just couldn't wait to find out for myself Don't knock it till you tried it, well I tried it my friend I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town He fired up a fat boy and he passed him around The last words I spoke before they tucked me in I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it began You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I hopped on his old bus, the Honeysuckle Rose The party was Vegas, it was after the show Alone in the front lounge, just me and him With one parting puff grime creeper set in I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it began You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again Now we're passing the guitar, telling good jokes I know ones a coming cause I'm smelling smoke No I do not partake, I just let it pass by With a smile on my face and a great contact high I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it began You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again In the fetal position with drool on my chin I messed up and smoked weed with Willie again |
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10-16-2004, 12:23 PM
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through charlatans phone
Location: Northcoast
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Mike West
Squirrels some folks they like chicken and steak me, they give me the belly ache but i could eat a squirrel, i could eat a score when i get done i could eat a dozen more 'cause there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you buy your meat from a store it's a shame what folks pay good money for some folks they like shootin deer the got them big ol' trucks and their camouflage gear but i reckon they're workin' too hard i never take my gun out of my back yard there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you're out in the wood 'cause the best hunting is right here in my neighborhood now my dad lived til he was ninety two and he ate squirrels just like i do never saw a doctor never took no pills just ate pickled peaches and squirrels there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like that for eatin' 'em joke's on you, yeah you're smarter than me but i got a strong heart and clear arteries i hear in france the french eat frogs and in some parts folks eat dogs well if it tastes good i say cook it if you don't like how it look, well, don't look at it there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you never tried it go on now fella just take a bite out of it cows do more drugs than athletes and god only knows what goes in chicken feed but squirrels, they only eat nuts so i eat squirrels and nothing but there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you buy your meat from a store shame what folks pay good money for |
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10-17-2004, 08:48 AM
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through charlatans phone
Location: Northcoast
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Squirrel Pot Pie
Cook squirrel until tender, covered with water and salt to taste. Dough: 1 cup milk 3 tablespoons shortening 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt Enough flour to make very stiff dough Roll dough as thin as possible. Cut in squares. Use large baking dish. Grease baking dish. Add layer of thinly sliced potatoes in baking dish, then layer of dough. Add layer of squirrel in middle of dish. Continue layers of potatoes and dough, ending with top layer of dough. Cover with broth squirrel was cooked in and bake about 1 hour at 375 degrees F. Recipe taken from Miss Daisy Celebrates Tennessee by Daisy King, 1995, The Hillsboro Press. ISBN 1-881576-54-X. And in case you're wondering, no... I have never eaten a squirrel. Nor do I intend to. Yuck. |
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