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Deadhead, deadhead, take another toke

Deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy joke

Friend of the devil, who you trying to kid?

Friends of the devil are dead like Sid

I'll be grateful when you're dead

I'll be grateful when you're dead

I'll be grateful when you're dead

So don't stick around too long

Riding that train high on cocaine

The music's really lousy, the fans are a pain

Troubles behind, troubles ahead

The only good deadhead is one that's dead

Teen Idles: Minor Disturbance (Dec. 1980)


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Look, I understand "too little, too late"

I realize there are things we say and do

That we can never take back

But who would we be if we didn't try?

We have to try

So after a lot of thought

I'd like to reconsider


If it's not too late

Make it a CHEESEburger

-- Lyle Lovett and His Large Band,

"Here I Am"



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And one other:

I was attending Mardi Gras with Fidel Castro

Buxom cross-dressers threw fake gold coins at our feet as we discussed the fate of the revolution

Suddenly, CIA men dressed in bikinis tried to stab us with fountain pens

Fidel blew mustard gas through his cigar

And immobilized the lot of them

Nineteen tequilas later, we had a deal

Havana goes back to the mob

And Fidel and I open a chain of Kentucky Fried Chicken shops

Ain't life sweet

I feel good

I feel better than James Brown

I feel better now

-- Was (Not Was)

"I Feel Better Than James Brown"



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Favourite now- Uneasy rider - Charlie Daniels Band, A decade Of Hits- one of my fav. albums ever. I JUST REACHED OUT AND KICKED OL' GREEN TEETH RIGHT IN THE KNEE!!!!!!

Favourite alltime- really tuff, there's not one fav. but I love Lizards. THE TRICK IS TO SURRENDER TO THE FLOW......

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Yes, no, maybe -

I don't know.

Can you repeat the question?

You're not the boss of me now!

You're not the boss of me now!

You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big!

You're not the boss of me now!

You're not the boss of me now!

You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big!

Life is unfair!

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It's easy sometimes we just coast along

But like it or not something always seems to go wrong

Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock you down

Sometimes they will have you there because they need someone around

Perhaps you'll receive invitations for tea

or perhaps you will laugh and you will make them all smile

Or maybe you'll join them cause they have to be

Perhaps you'll forget that you forgot for a while

Birds of a feather are flocking

like whippets they dance in a curly queue dance

of pulses and ringing and campfire chants

of ritual drumming although at first glance

you thought you could run but you won't take a chance

it's not an experience if they can't bring someone along

they hang on emotions they bottle inside

they peck at the ground and they strut out of stride

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"Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs"

CatPhish that song rules, my sister taught it to the three year old she babysits and the kid sings it all day long.

Favorite lyrics are from my fav hometown band FPA called in a song called Amunition

"Slept around a bit but nothing fits

I'm still singing the song you wrote

cleared the area of all your gifts

wrapped and packed away the video

and I'm doing everything I accused you of

wallowing in harmful feelings

but it's okay and it's alright

another day another night

I'm punk I can take it


and I'm over you

and you are under me

I can't sleep another week

leaning on the thought of your shoulder"

or a line from Flaming Rox burn (also FPA)

"Don't come sniffing 'round here for friendship,

I want to give you something more and nothing less"

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Your right False Documents...I think it is the most real love song ever writen

"She thinks all my jokes are corny

Convict movies make her horny

She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs

Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs

She takes a lickin'

And keeps on tickin'

I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey

He's a whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie

Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon

Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon

He's my baby I don't mean maybe

Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves

We'll end up a sittin' on a rainbow

Against all odds

Honey, we're the big door prize

We're gonna spite our noses

Right off of our faces

There won't be nothin' but big old hearts

Dancin' in our eyes.

There won't be nothin' but big old hearts

Dancin' in our eyes."

John prine, Iris Dement

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Here's a few that come to mind: Maggot Brain from Funkadelic; My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama - Frank Zappa; Cortez The Killer - Neil Young; Wharf Rat by the Dead ( of course ); and any song lyric by Our Lady Peace and/or The Tea Party... just kidding. I hate those bands passionately.

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Walk Away

Oh no

here comes that sun again

that means another day without you my friend

and it hurts me to look at the mirror at myself and it hurts evan more to have to be with somebody else

and it's so hard to do

and so easy to say

but sometimes

Sometimes you just have to walk away

Walk away

with so many people

to love in my life

Why do I worry

About one

But you put the happy

In my ness

You put the good times

into my fun....

And almost ever other ben Harper song. He is a lyrical god.Also Waste is another favorite.

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sorry it's so long.....but i love every one of these....a good 1980's new wave coming of age song.....

"88 Lines About 44 Women"

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.

Carla was a differnet type, she's the was one who put it in.

Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.

Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddah sat.


Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.

Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.

Ricky had a special way of turning sex into a song.

Camala who couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong.


Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.

Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.

Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.

Kathleen's point of view was this, "Take whatever you can grab."


Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.

Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.

Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.

Mary Ellen who had a son said, "I must go." but finally stayed.


Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.

Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.

Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satifisied.

Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say goodbye.


Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.

Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.

Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.

Catherine was much too pretty, she didn't do that shit at all.

Uh uh, not Catherine.


Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.

Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker's plot.

Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.

Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.


Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparancy.

Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.

Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.

Brenda's strange obession was for certain vegetables and fruit.


Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shock her up.

Dee Dee's mother left her father, took his money and his truck.

Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.

Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.

Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.

Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.

Terry didn't give a shit, was just a nihilist.

Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.

Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.

Dinah drove her Chevorlet into the San Francisco Bay.

Judy came from Ohio, she's a Scientologist.

Amaranda, here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

88 lines about 44 women.

-the nails

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"A sick sense of melody

Is what I hear when I'm alone.

And I love it more than misery,

And I love it more than home,

**And I cry 'cause I'm not with it,

Even though I've never been...**

Where the dope fiends laugh

And say it's too soon,

They all go home and listen to

The Dark Side of the Moon."

Dopefiends and Boozehounds...... by none other than the greatest Canadian band of all time:

The Rheostatics

I wish more people would trade and enjoy their wonderful music.


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"there ain't no devil, it's just God when he's drunk" --tom waits

"but Tonto he was smarter/and one day said kemo sabe/kiss my ass I bought a boat/I'm going out to see"--Lyle Lovett

"her eyes were bright just like the stars/but she drove a pickup said she hated cars" --lyle lovett

and the ultimate lyrics (IMHO):

They were hiding behind hay bales,

They were planting in the full moon

They had given all they had for something new

But the light of day was on them,

They could see the thrashers coming

And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light

Trying to catch an hour on the sun

When I saw those thrashers rolling by,

Looking more than two lanes wide

I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending

There's an ancient river bending

Down the timeless gorge of changes

Where sleeplessness awaits

I searched out my companions,

Who were lost in crystal canyons

When the aimless blade of science

Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,

Burned my credit card for fuel

Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand

With a one-way ticket to the land of truth

And my suitcase in my hand

How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,

They were poisoned with protection

There was nothing that they needed,

Nothing left to find

They were lost in rock formations

Or became park bench mutations

On the sidewalks and in the stations

They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,

They were just deadweight to me

Better down the road without that load

Brings back the time when I was eight or nine

I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,

It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending

On an asphalt highway bending

Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars

Down the windy halls of friendship

To the rose clipped by the bullwhip

The motel of lost companions

Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,

Got my own row left to hoe

Just another line in the field of time

When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun

Like the dinosaurs in shrines

But I'll know the time has come

To give what's mine.

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