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Post by shadow1 on Nov 10, 2006 20:23:56 GMT -4
A Few:
" you can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find you get what you need" Stones
" Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette, smoke smoke smoke it till you smoke yourself to death, tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait, so you'll just have to have just one more cigarette" Commander Cody and Lost Planet Airmen
"Dear Abby, Dear Abby ... My feet are too long My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all Won't you write me a letter, Won't you give me a call Signed Bewildered
Bewildered, Bewildered...
Chorus: You have no complaint You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't So listen up Buster, and listen up good Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
Dear Abby, Dear Abby... My fountain pen leaks My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead Signed Unhappy
Unhappy, Unhappy...
Repeat Chorus
Dear Abby, Dear Abby... You won't believe this But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss My girlfriend tells me It's all in my head But my stomach tells me to write you instead Signed Noise-maker
Noise-maker, Noise-maker
Repeat Chorus
Dear Abby, Dear Abby... Well I never thought That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees Signed Just Married
Just Married, Just Married..." Dear Abby - John Prine
Last one was a little long winded, but I always got a kick out of it. I probably tiepped my hand as far as my age ;D
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Post by Rich Fisher on Nov 11, 2006 2:45:03 GMT -4
The Church "The Aweful Ache" on "after everything now this" is a great song. The lyrics without hearing the music don't quite give it justice though...
Esmerelda falls in love every Saturday And on Sunday morning don't remember a thing And the gringos are all saints of the latter day, that's the way And it takes a little pain out of the sting
Holy water tastes as sweet as wine Holy wine tastes just like blood She's drinking for loss, for the man on the cross She says no more, the awful ache
And in her bedroom there's a mirror there Sometimes it don't reflect a thing And from the street he sees her silhouette And he can't forget
That her kisses are as sweet as wine And her kisses taste like myrrh Her love is lost, like the man on the cross And no more, the awful ache
Esmerelda walks on down to the cemet'ry And he's waiting for her in the shade With the angels and the sad old trees, patiently But she walks right past his grave
She's crying for loss, for the man on the cross She says no more, the awful ache She's crying for loss, and the man on the cross She says no more, the awful ache
Also, anything by "Killing Joke" is amazing too...
The Ramones for pure dumb gabba gabba hey! lyrics, The D amned "In Dulce Decorum" for ultimate history coolness, and anything by Mazzy Star for sleepy goodness...
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Post by BlueMule on Nov 11, 2006 8:04:32 GMT -4
I can relate to this...
Saturday Morning Confusion Bobby Russell
Here they come, warmin' up I hear the pitter-patter of little people on the livin' room rug Whoa is me! There goes the TV Now it's Popeye and Pluto, Batman and Bozo Don't spill the corn flakes, they'll break at lunch break Home from the office, why did I stop to have a beer with the boys? Now my head's 'bout to pop
It's a Saturday morning confusion If you think you can sleep, it's illusion 'cause you'll probably get a rude intrusion from Harry the dog Harry the dog is as big as can be 'n' Harry the dog had puppies last week We couldn't tell if it's a he or a she, now we know
It's a Saturday morning confusion If I could just get to the bathroom And get a cold rag and an aspirin to help how I feel But here come the twins and they're screamin' at me What is the deal to turn off the TV? "Go ask your mother and quietly, your daddy is ill"
There he is-Cousin Jack You got the leaf rake, too, keep at it till I get it all back Hangin' round my yard, snoopin' in my garage I tolerate 'im because he's my cousin He's nice to the kids and Harry just loves him!
It's a Saturday morning confusion And if I could just hide in my attic So I couldn't hear my wife yellin' "Take 'em all to the show" I'll take the whole neighborhood to the show I'll just walk out in back where the money-tree grows Grab me a handful and off to the show we'll go
It's a Saturday morning confusion And if I could just get a transfusion Or maybe go hide in the bedroom till five o'clock Let it be known that at five the TV Is gonna be tuned to the Game Of the Week And that goes for dogs and twins and the whole family
It's a Saturday morning confusion It's a Saturday morning confusion day is done
Cousin Jack, in his yard cooking steaks on a grill that I'll never get back The twins in front of the TV, Harry with his fam'ly Sis on her date and Mom at the door smiles as she surveys the sight For the first time today, the kingdom is quiet
LORD, LET US THANK YOU FOR SATURDAYS AND MAY THEY REMAIN OUR FRIENDS!! 'cause I work all week long Be strong till they're grown And next Saturday then, we'll do it again
a- Here they come, warmin' up I hear the pitter-patter of little people on the livin' room rug
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Post by shadow1 on Nov 11, 2006 9:25:31 GMT -4
SleepingDragon - Good thread, worth a +1 for ya.
My wife wanted me to add:
Pink Floyd's - Wish you were here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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Post by Pete Richter on Nov 11, 2006 15:19:19 GMT -4
My Dead-rise and me.....By Pete Richter
Down to the dock not a working boat found The Neckers done bought up all the good ground Schools are all crowded and loaded with crack The grasses are gone and the oysters ain't back
Chorus: Where oh where oh where can it be The life on the river my Dead-rise and me
Love Point the Narrows and down Little Creek What I made in two days now takes a week The line once sacred now is trespassed By Neckers and boaters just burning up gas
Chorus:
Winter times coming it's down in the fall Tonged six hours three bushels I cauled My monies so short we can't afford beef So I'll load up my shotgun fill up with meat
Chorus:
I took a land job helping ends to meet Were dining all winter on goose and deer meat Spring times a coming the crab run near We'll hock all we got and start a new year
Chorus:
Clamming the Chester and every things small If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have none at all Did good at the market and happy I felt Then Smokey got me without my seatbelt
Chorus:
Working and working most all of my life Raising six kids with my Kent Island wife I'll work and I'll work to get out of the hole Praying for mercy please God save our souls.
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Post by ljp on Nov 11, 2006 15:38:26 GMT -4
I am loving the head banging smiley! excerpt from my fave song of all time, and no my name is not Wendy...:
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss
The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hide Together Wendy well live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run
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Post by ljp on Nov 11, 2006 15:51:48 GMT -4
or how about from the most poetic lyricist ever? Wasting Time -Judy Bats
There's a gentle artifice to loving That to it all we gently bring You know, I learned how to kiss you Watching old movies starring James Dean And the candles we light For atmosphere are mostly made in Tokyo or Taiwan You know I think I love you most When you're off somewhere gone
CHORUS These things take patience And good taste And a taste for wasting time I love you wasting mine You fill the empty hours just fine
You know you ask for the moon, they bring you these dying stars A thousand points of blight A million unmade beds like fading smiles At least they brighten up the night for a little while A story of too much too soon and not enough later, already begun to hate her I've seen it all before You know we take what we want and the rest we need It leaves us clamoring for more and more and more
CHORUS
Just wait till now becomes then You'll see how happy we were You'll concur You'll agree You'll see Listen to me
In the candlelight, tonight's atmosphere You look kinda like a movie star, it's true And I gotta pinch myself to make sure you're still here You're my favorite thing, my favorite thing to do
CHORUS
Repeat CHORUS
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Post by ljp on Nov 25, 2006 16:12:00 GMT -4
aahhh here's one:
Love to eat turkey Love to eat tur-r-rkeyyyy Love to eat turkey cuz its good I love to eat turkey like a good boy should cuz it's turkey to eat so good Turkey for me turkey for u lets eat the turkey in my big brown shoe Love to eat the turkey at the table I once saw a movie with Betty Grable Eat the turkey all night long 50 million Elvis fans cant be wrong Turkey-lurkey doo turkey lurkey that I eat that turkey then I take a nap Thanksgiving is a special night Jimmy Walker used to say DYNOMITE THATS RIGHT Turkey with gravy and cranberries cant believe the Mets traded Darrel Strawberry Turkey for u and turkey for me Cant believe Tyson gave that girl VD OOOOO white meat and Dark meat u just can't lose I fell off my Moped and I got a bruiseTurkey in the oven and the buns in the toaster I'll neva take down my Sherrel Tiggs poster Wrap the turkey up in aluminum foil my brother likes to masturbate with baby oil Turkey and sweet potato pie Sammy Davis Jr. only had one eye OOOOOO turkey for the girls and turkey for the boys my favorite pants are corduroys Gobble Gobble goo and Gobble Gobble giggle I wish turkey only cost a nickel OOOO I love turkey on Thanksgiving HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
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Post by bchevy on Nov 25, 2006 17:20:11 GMT -4
Too many favorites to list just one, i did find this theother day, very cool! Remember the Edmund Fitzgerald?
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Post by ljp on Nov 30, 2006 13:49:42 GMT -4
that is cool, my hubby is a fan of that song.
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Post by bchevy on Nov 30, 2006 20:46:06 GMT -4
OHhhhhhh I wish I were an.....
Oh never mind, that was something else.....
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