meggo Posted September 5, 2004 Report Share Posted September 5, 2004 ahhhh... the ever so kind davey boy burned me the ice cream truck yesterday and i had a thorough day of enjoyment today.. love that song. this one always strikes a chord with me too... (pardon the pun) One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter To all the good friends I've known And I'm gonna try And thank them all for the good times together. Though so apart we've grown. One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter To all the good friends I've known One of these days, one of these days, one of these days, And it won't be long, it won't be long. And I'm gonna thank, That old country fiddler And all those rough boys Who play that rock 'n' roll I never tried to burn any bridges Though I know I let some good things go. One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter To all the good friends I've known One of these days, one of these days, one of these days, And it won't be long, it won't be long. From down in L.A. All the way to Nashville, From New York City To my Canadian prairie home My friends are scattered Like leaves from an old maple. Some are weak, some are strong. One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter To all the good friends I've known One of these days, one of these days, one of these days, And it won't be long, it won't be long. One of these days, one of these days, one of these days, And it won't be long, it won't be long. (the omnipotent neil) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hamilton Posted September 6, 2004 Report Share Posted September 6, 2004 You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother. There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run, or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion. Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will be live. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted September 7, 2004 Report Share Posted September 7, 2004 I'm so bored with the U.S.A. I'm so bored with the U.S.A. I'm so bored with the U.S.A. But what can I do? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paan Posted September 8, 2004 Report Share Posted September 8, 2004 He's a fairy feller Ah ah the fairy folk have gathered Round the new moon's shine To see the feller crack a nut At night's noon time To swing his axe he swears As he climbs he dares To deliver the master stroke Ploughman wagoner will' and types Politician with senatorial pipe He's a dilly dally oh Pedagogue squinting wears a frown And a satyr peers under lady's gown He's a dirty fellow What a dirty laddie-oh Tatterdemalion and the junketer There's a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter He's my hero ah Fairy dandy tickling the fancy Of his lady friend The nymph in yellow (can we see the master stroke) What a quaere fellow Ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Soldier sailor tinker tailor ploughboy Waiting to hear the sound And the arch magician presides He is the leader Oberon and Titania watched by a harridan Mab is the queen and there's a good apothecary man Come to say hello Fairy dandy tickling the fancy Of his lady friend The nymph in yellow What a quaere fellow The ostler stares with hands on his knees Come on mister feller Crack it open of you please Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted September 19, 2004 Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted September 19, 2004 Author Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 i've had unprotected sex tons of times i've never broken out in hives i've never gotten anyone pregnant i've never ruined any lives. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Super Freak Posted September 19, 2004 Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 We have trusted no man's promise, We have kept to just ourselves; We have suffered from the lies In all the books upon your shelves And our patience and endurance Through the Burning Times and now Have given us the strength To keep our vow. We won't wait any longer We are stronger than before We won't wait any longer We are stronger You have grazed away the heather And have razed the sacred grove; You have driven native peoples From the places that they love. Though your greed has been unbounded, You have felt the pangs of shame Every time you trod Upon the Mother's name. Though you thought you had destroyed The memory of the Ancient Way, Still the people light the bale fires Every year on solstice day. And on Beltane Eve and Samhain You can find us on the hill Invoking once again The Triple Will. Through the ages many races Have risen and have gone, But dispersed among the nations Of the world we linger on. Now the time has come to take The sacred Cauldron of Rebirth And fulfill our ancient Pledges to the earth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shitidiot Posted September 19, 2004 Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 come on eileen! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted September 19, 2004 Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six and a Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky so I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba and I leaned it up against a dandelion tree I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Low Roller Posted September 20, 2004 Report Share Posted September 20, 2004 She's Gone by Eric Clapton In the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, She can make me feel all right and make it all okay. She can make me feel so good by looking in my eye. She can take me to the edge, take me to the sky. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. I'm telling you she's gone. She put her hands in my hair, put her kiss on my face. She puts my heart in my mouth, my soul in its place. Who could love me like she do? Who could even start to try? She can love me more than you; I never wonder why. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. I'm telling you she's gone. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. I'm telling you she's gone. Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple on a stream, I see her float across my mind like a picture in a dream. And the more that I know, seems the more that I care. Give the world and all I own just to know that she's still there. Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple in a stream, But you're floating on my mind. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. I'm telling you she's gone. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. I'm telling you she's gone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted September 23, 2004 Author Report Share Posted September 23, 2004 ............. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted October 2, 2004 Author Report Share Posted October 2, 2004 Old man thunder, sound of thunder Broan sh' brazh daunn oh! Birndi sihnn, gone d fir d'sau The munth of funth Gonna rundowntown, d'sau Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted October 2, 2004 Report Share Posted October 2, 2004 He lives his life, he's living it fast,Don't try to hide when the dice have been cast,He rides a whirlwind that cuts to the bone,Loaded forever and righteously stoned,On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
backbacon Posted October 2, 2004 Report Share Posted October 2, 2004 Lax ~Ed McGee I was out on a raft on my buddy's pond, I was flat on my back, I was lost in a song. My friends jumped around, the raft wasn't wide, it started to tilt, I slipped off the side. he rolls into the water sinks slow-mo with a grin sees these patterns all around him the waves, the sun, the shadows ignores the air he's trapped within he sunk to the bottom and thus he was blessed because he was lax I was walking one night, I was headed to town, I was moving too fast, and not looking down. One brick on the road, stuck up from the rest, it tripped me up good and thus I was blessed. would you acquiesce as he did? would you slip into the calm? sounds once loud are muffled that's the compromise of depth that's to be, but not belong he sunk to the bottom and thus he was blessed because he was lax So here I am again, dropped down below the sweet breath of zen. I skipped the big parade and watched my friends promenade. And then when I return, I am remade, I have relearned the peace that counteracts and soothes the burn, and I relax. So I'm down looking up, people swimming around, or laid out on my back on my way to town. With this view of the trees I am suddenly calm and with that I rise up to where I belong. (he rose up later breathing there was no foolish scheme succumbing, lax and sinking and thoughtless as the water he found the peace in him redeemed) he sunk to the bottom and thus he was blessed because he was lax Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted October 2, 2004 Report Share Posted October 2, 2004 intro...Falling in and out of love Falling in and out of love with youDon't know what I'm gonna doI keep falling in and out of love with you...I can see why you think you belong to meI never tried to make you think or make you see one thing for yourselfBut now you're off with someone else and I'm aloneYou see I thought I might keep you for my ownAmie, what you wanna doI think I could stay with youFor a while maybe longer if I doDon't you think the time was right for us to findAll the things we thought weren't proper could be in timeAnd can't you see which way we should turn together or aloneI can never see what's right or what is wrongDon't you take too long to tell meAmie, what you wanna doI think I could stay with youFor a while maybe longer if I doAmie, what you wanna doI think I could stay with youFor a while maybe longer if I doNow just come to what you want you've had your wayAnd all the things you thought before just faded into grayAnd you can say that I don't know if it's you or if it's meIf it's one of us I'm sure we both will seeWon't you look at me and tell meAmie, what you wanna doI think I could stay with youFor a while maybe longer if I, longer if I doAmie, what you wanna do I think I could stay with youFor a while maybe longer if I dooutro...I keep falling in and out of love with youFalling in and out of love with youDon't know what I'm gonna doI keep falling in and out of love with you, ooh... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted October 2, 2004 Report Share Posted October 2, 2004 Please give me orders. Tell me what to do. I'm just waiting for orders from you. Gee how will I know what to do with my life? If you don't tell me I'll never get to say: I don't have to. I don't have to. I'm not going to. I'm not going to. I don't have to so I'm gonna take your world and trash it; trash it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted October 5, 2004 Report Share Posted October 5, 2004 Rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway way you feel Hey,Mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind & the rain Rock me mama like a south bound train Hey,Mama rock me Headed down south to the land of the pines And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline Starin' up the road And pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in seventeen hours Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway you feel Hey mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a south-bound train Hey mama rock me Runnin' from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband My baby plays the guitar I pick a banjo now Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave But I ain't a turnin' back To livin' that old life no more So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway you feel Hey mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a south-bound train Hey mama rock me Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke I caught a trucker out of Philly Had a nice long toke But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap To Johnson City, Tennessee And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun I hear my baby callin' my name And I know that she's the only one And if I die in Raleigh At least I will die free So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway you feel Hey mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a south-bound train Hey mama rock me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fuckholes Posted October 5, 2004 Report Share Posted October 5, 2004 Love that "wagon wheel". Thx Gregore. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted October 5, 2004 Report Share Posted October 5, 2004 I'm gonna build a ladder To escape the sound Of the Earth Chewing with its mouth open wide I'm gonna build a ladder And climb up to higher ground Gotta get there 'fore the land begins to slide Aloha, Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stapes Posted October 29, 2004 Report Share Posted October 29, 2004 I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Something's telling me, I wear the ball and chain. My patron saint is fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is telling me, I love you still. I come back to the town from the flaming moon, I see you in the street, I begin to swoon. I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time, before I disappear. Everybody's wearing a disguise To hide what they've got left behind their eyes But me I can't cover what I am Wherever the children go, I'll follow them. I can't play the game no more, I can't abide By their stupid rules which get me sick inside. They've been made by men who've given up the search, Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church. I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I'm not free. How long must I suffer such abuse? Won't you let me see you smile, before I cut you loose. Send out for St John the Evangelist, All my friends are drunk, they can be dismissed. My head says that it's time to make a change, But my heart is telling me, I love you but you're strange. So step lightly darling near the wall. Put on your heavy make-up, wear your shawl. Won't you descend from the throne from where you sit Let me feel your love one more time, before I abandon it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tonberry Posted October 30, 2004 Report Share Posted October 30, 2004 ...let's go a way for a while you and i to a strange and distand land where they speak no word of truth and we don't understand anyway... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted November 5, 2004 Report Share Posted November 5, 2004 Self denial upon which I stand Savior confused and full of bugs The precious blood so sweetly pouring Into this broken home. I’m going there to meet my patron My aging twin of sacrilege Whose consequences shall not forsake me Beseeching anger and tainted lips Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted November 7, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 7, 2004 It's so hard for me now But I'll make it somehow, Though I know I'll never be the same. Won't you ever change your ways, It's so hard to make love pay When you're on the losing end, And I feel that way again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted November 8, 2004 Report Share Posted November 8, 2004 Angst on the planks, spittin' from a bridge Just to see how far down it really is Robbing a bank, jumping from a train Old antiques a man alone can entertain It takes all your power To prove that you don't care I'm not Cordelia, I will not be there Tin can man, dragging from a car Just to see how alive you really are Marrying words, falling in your wake Just to tell what you can't eliminate Treading the boards, screaming out Macbeth Just to see how much bad luck you really get Jump in the ring with your hidden cape The bull can't decide what it is that he really hate Angst on the planks, spittin' from a bridge Just to see how far down it really is Robbing a bank, jumping from a train Old antiques a man alone can entertain Thief lingers on, on his hands and knees Must be one more thing here, I really need Die in your dreams, falling on your knife A thief blinded on the job, has to steal for life Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted November 10, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 10, 2004 Well now, ev’rything dies, baby, that’s a fact But maybe ev’rything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in atlantic city Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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