SevenSeasJim Posted February 1, 2005 Report Share Posted February 1, 2005 Tear me apart and boil my bones I'll not rest till she's lost her throne My aim is true my message is clear It's curtains for you, Elizabeth my dear Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk I got a 12 & a 6 pack too I drink fifty I don't drink blue I got a 12 & a 6 pack too I drink fifty I don't drink blue Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Well,a nickel is a nickel and a bottle is a dime I take my empties back all the time a nickel is a nickel and a bottle is a dime I take my empties back all the time Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Gonna drink my beer and it won't be long when I'm done I'm gonna sing this song Gonna drink my beer and it won't be long when I'm done I'm gonna sing this song Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Well,theres two more fifty's sittin in the case when their down I'll be shitfaced theres two more fifty's sittin in the case when their down I'll be shitfaced Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Last night I slept with my boots on again, one cut on my forehead and one my chin, on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with. You got me real good, girl, and I must admit, you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish. And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this. Awesome Esau! Who's that by? DBT Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 Nice! Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 My first wife told me, you need to get a lifeMy second wife told me to get another wifeI brought a bottle and the Impala's parked by that treeSo come on darling, if you want to be number threeSometimes I feel like sh!tSometimes it ain't half of itSometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleepSometimes I'm lower than the company I keepAin't held down no job since 1984I get by holding up convenience storesI get by on liquor, guns and luckBut I'm scared to death which one might run out firstSometimes I feel like sh!tSometimes it ain't half of itSometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleepSometimes I'm lower than the company I keep Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CyberHippie Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Stumblin' drunk, stumblin' drunk 18 beers & I'm stumblin drunk Is that a jughead original or did someone else do it first? "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 Is that a jughead original or did someone else do it first?Jughead original.-----------------------Everybody slap,everybody sigheverybody scoot the bootbound to get highall the ladies shakeall the fellas let it hangboom boom da' booty,ring-a-ding-a-lingbreak it out you get bustedweaponized virus musketyou sing a song and busk ita weaponized virus musketcrows feat,rosie cheeksyou gots to guaranteeyou gots mud on your slipperand sit a smokin teabreak it out you get bustedweaponized virus musketyou sing a song and busk ita weaponized virus musketjelly on the bellygravy on your facefattie on your tongue its a ticklish tasteT-H-C-B-I-T-C-HT-H-C-B-I-T-C-Hbreak it out you get bustedweaponized virus musketyou sing a song and busk ita weaponized virus musketeverybody slap,everybody sigheverybody scoot the bootbought to get highall the ladies shakeall the fellas let it hangboom boom da' booty,ring-a-ding-a-linga weaponized virus musketa weaponized virus musketa weaponized virus musketT-H-C-B-I-T-C-HT-H-C-B-I-T-C-H Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 14, 2005 Report Share Posted February 14, 2005 Here by the sea and sand Nothing ever goes as planned, I just couldn't face going home It was just a drag on my own. They finally threw me out My mom got drunk on stout, My dad couldn't stand on two feet, As he lectured about morality. Now I guess the family's complete, With me hanging round on the street Or here on the beach. The girl I love Is a perfect dresser, Wears every fashion Gets it to the tee. Heavens above, I got to match her She knows just how She wants her man to be Leave it to me. My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet. I see her dancing Across the ballroom UV light making starshine Of her smile. I am the face, She has to know me, I'm dressed up better than anyone Within a mile. So how come the other kids look so much better? Without even a penny they dress to the letter. How come the girls come on oh so cool Yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool? Come sleep on the beach Keep within my reach I just want to die with you near I'm feeling so high with you here. I'm wet and I'm cold But thank God I ain't old I should have split home at fifteen Why didn't I ever say what I mean? There's a story that the grass is so green, What did I see? Where have I been? Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted February 14, 2005 Report Share Posted February 14, 2005 There was a boy who had a toy But it was no car or train The toy that he had was the best toy in the world The toy was called his brain This toy could talk, this toy could think There was no limit at all Then one day this perfect toy broke So now he thinks nothing but broken thoughts So now he plays each and every day With his broken toy When this toy turned out to be his brain No one else wanted to play, yeah! So now he plays each and every day With his broken toy When the toy turned out to be his brain No one else wanted to play, yeah! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted February 16, 2005 Report Share Posted February 16, 2005 The target that I shoot for Seems to move with every breath I tighten all my arteries And make one last request Divine creation hears me And he squashes me with fear I think that this exact thing happened to me Just last year Aloha, Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stapes Posted February 16, 2005 Report Share Posted February 16, 2005 Uncommon Something about me stinkssomething about me smellsI don't want that to be, how you remember meSomething about me stinksIf I was not so strangeif I can only changeI wouldn't be so far, from standing where you are If I was not so strangeEverywhere I look is southeverywhere I look is southIf I could clear my vision now, I could hear you nice and loud Everywhere I look is southSomething about me's weakif I could only tweakmyself from the inside out, I could turn my life aroundif I was not so weakDoesn't have to be the only way to common groundAbsence was an option only waiting to be foundBut the further that I float along, the sooner I could sinkAnd in the end what really matters that if you feel that you could think of me the sameIf I was not so strangeif I can only changemyself from the inside out, I could turn my life aroundIf I was not so strangeSomething about me's weakif I could only tweakmyself from run-around, I could be a (frown?)if I was not so weak Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted February 17, 2005 Report Share Posted February 17, 2005 I think we're all bound for greatness It's not by chance we find our way Look at all the things that shape us In the potter's hands we are as clay Aloha, Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SevenSeasJim Posted February 17, 2005 Report Share Posted February 17, 2005 Pick Your Nose Pick Your Bum Now You Have Some Bubblegum Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 18, 2005 Report Share Posted February 18, 2005 Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane You're always in my brain and you help me ease the pain Cuz when you're not around I just don't feel the same I can't be your one and only but I know you're not to blame I never hold ya can't hold ya won't hold ya down Cuz you got that kind of love that needs to be spread around Some people don't approve of me being with ya kiddo They say you're bad for me, and my momma says ditto When I walk up witcha, my buddies wanna hit cha I know you been with others but you know I'll never quit ya And even though sometimes you got my mind stressed out Five minutes with you baby and you got my body stretched out Mary Mary Mary Jane Early in the morning, you gave me a buzz I picked up the phone and didn't know who the fu©k it was I feel like Johnny Gill I wanna wrap your body tight Lick you from head to toe and watch you glow like a Lite Brite I met you at the park around three When I got there you was loungin in the car with my homey He said he needed a dove so I slipped him one And said "C'mon Mary Jane and let's have a little fun" I got you in the sack, I got you in the sack And like Helen tellin Jack, there's no turnin back She's the queen of the ghetto, ask my buddy Tom Mary Jane is the bomb, Mary Jane Yeah, do you love me, do you love me Mary Jane Mary Jane, do you love me, do you love me Mary Mary, why you got me buggin? Look what the homies done drug in... Mary Jane Prettier than any model I met her at a house party sippin on a bottle Her dress has got a nice fit I'm locked like a vice grip She's the type I'd like to spend the rest of my life with I would if I could but I know I can't support her Can't take her on vacation, wouldn't make it past the border When she ain't around I get the feeling that I need her Mary Jane be acting white but I ain't caught the jungle fever But she be so thin that I could slip her in my pocket I lick her then I knock it till I'm higher than a rocket Whenever she's in the same room with my friends They all trip because she's dope and she don't want me for my ends So just to make em jealous when she walks up to me I reach out and grab her by the booty, Mary Jane Mary Jane Mary Jane Mary Jane Mary Jane My eyes are red, but not from cryin Whenever Mary Jane runs out, I sit there sighin' Sayin to myself, "When oh when will Mary Jane come back Where oh where can I find Mary at..." I jump into my Benz and start my search all through the hood Cuz all the spots she used to hang in ain't up to no good But needless to say, I kept lookin and I found her Right on the corner of Central and Allandra I picked her up quick and in a hurry And then all of a sudden the undercover swooped in flurries I said, "Hold up! Don't shoot. I know this looks like a kidnap; but all I want to do is get my Mary Jane back." They took me to the station, giving me some sation and some jib about leaving Mary Jane at the crib They let me go but they kept her, because they had a bounty On her cuz she's wanted from here to Humboldt County I left with a frown cuz Mary Jane was locked down Once again I had lost my best friend... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booche Posted February 18, 2005 Report Share Posted February 18, 2005 She looks as an African queen, she eating twelve chapattis and cream, she tastes as Mongolian lamb, she coming from out of Bahran. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. She like to be married with Yeti, he grooving such cooky spaghetti, she jumping as Mexican bean to make that her body more thin. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. She catch Patagonian pancake with that one a gin party makes. She having all the ways good contacts, she making with Apple an contract. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. All together now: What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. She looks as an African queen, she tastes as Mongolian lamb. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. What a shame Mary Jane. What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 19, 2005 Report Share Posted February 19, 2005 The shouters came for you that night "We need you for a higher cause" You'll never be a boy again You'll never be a boy again They took you to a fallen place You wore the badge of their disgrace The world is full of thieves You'll never be a boy again They filled your ears with sugar They dipped your legs in plaster They shot your mouth with novocaine and sealed your eyes with bandages They crush the kiss with their success They crush the kids with their success I have not come these many miles to fool you in these sacred isles The war is in the mind The war is in the mind I give to you a piece of mine I give to you a peace of mind Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted February 19, 2005 Report Share Posted February 19, 2005 i want to be a rock star and travel really far and buy me a big expensive car and make lots of money and find me a honey and live in a nice big house where it's sunny with a pool and i'll be cool i'll always have a gig 'cause i'll be big i'll have parties and friends and places to go the only problem is i play the banjo i'm a post hee-haw mover a funkadelic punk rock groover a cross between bela fleck and eddie vedder but better i'll win a grammy for the way i pick i'll be an instrumental monster with tons of new licks and all the babes will love me sell out shows the only problem is i play the banjo i play the banjo, play the banjo play the banjo, i play the banjo i'll have a leer jet and a limousine and everywhere i go my fans will scream "hey banjo boy we love you i wish that we could all play the banjo too" and you'll see me on the tv talk show with dave and conan and jay leno the only problem is i play the banjo hear me boys, hear my rhyme, picking on the banjo all the time hear me boys, hear my song, picking on the banjo all day long i say pick it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 19, 2005 Report Share Posted February 19, 2005 Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could do. Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You will think I am dressed up quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. Cause you're a sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, babe, it got as hot as it gets With her black leather and gold spike suspenders And your chain, your black whip and pets. Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the infamous Catherine the Great And we know how you love the ovation And the scene that it seems to create. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. You analyze me, tend to despise me You laugh when I stumble and fall There may come a say when I'll dance on your grave Unable to dance I'll still crawl across it Unable to dance I'll still crawl Unable to dance I'll still crawl Unable to dance I'll crawl. You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you. And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well I know you wake up here only When the snakes come marching in. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride. At least I'll enjoy the ride. AT LEAST I'LL ENJOY THE RIDE. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted February 19, 2005 Report Share Posted February 19, 2005 [color:"purple"]May your dad rest well down in hell tonight I never liked him much, but he gave me a bite of his hot dog When we went golfing In San Clemente With Richard Nixon But I was bored So I prayed to the Lord Ha, give me a war 'Cause I'm so bored And I want more In a real fu©king war Well I'm bored with Iran and I'm bored with Iraq Egypt and Israel and Yassir Arafat The Falklands was cool but it was too damn short I want a real war 'cause I built a bitchin' fort May your sister rest well in her bed tonight I never liked her much, but she made me feel good last Christmas In your mom's station wagon Behind 7-11 She was just fourteen But I was bored So I prayed to the Lord Ha, give me a war 'Cause I'm so bored And I want more In a real fu©king war Well I'm bored with the Contras and Colonel Quadhafi The Ayatollah's dead, but he made really great coffee With my rifle in my arms I feel really swell I wanna join the army and kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill May your uncle rest well in his cell tonight I never liked him much but he took me down to Tijuana We drank tequila And watched your mom dance At the Bambi club But I was bored So I prayed to the Lord Ha, give me a war 'Cause I'm so bored And I want more In a real fu©king war Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 20, 2005 Report Share Posted February 20, 2005 I often think about her when the night comes and I'm hugging the road I know I couldn't trace her I can barely begin to place her chronologically Just a flurry of white dresses and second guesses, now less is much more to me If I really think about it its all I ever think about My landord's been shooting bullets into paper birds when he's drunk, he's immaculate, especially before noon What I'm trying to do with these paper birds is to find a better way to bleed, one that's more accurate... and I'll practice my aim maybe master my game and know my song well before it leaves my lips Your head is cracked, your feet are scratched, your warrior blood can handle that. Your head is cracked, your teeth are black, your warrior blood can handle..... When the lady finished crying I knew I had to say something to comfort her But all I've learned from love is that what you love can be what destroys you Yeah, its just a flower fading, congratulating your vanity's champion It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead My landlord's been shooting bullets into paper birds He's the last of a dying breed, the pharmacist with wings What I'm trying to do with these paper birds is to find a better way to bleed, one that's immaculate and all these targets that I hit can go on my refrigerator for all my friends to see Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Evil_Mouse Posted February 21, 2005 Report Share Posted February 21, 2005 The other night when I come in, so drunk I couldn't see I hooked my toe in the old doormat and fell as flat as I could be I had me a little old bottle o' booze (and I didn't have no more) When I fell down - the cork flew outta the bottle (Plop!-glug glug glug....hic) - 'n spilled it There's a little old rat in his hidin' place, he got that whiskey scent He slipped right up 'n he got him a sssshrlp, 'n back to his hole he went Says back to his hole he went, back to his hole he went He slipped right up 'n he got him a sssshrlp (he's drinkin' it all) 'n back to his hole he went He slipped right up to my puddle o' gin and he lapped up more and more He says "Doggone, my red-eyed soul, I'm a-gonna get drunk once more" "I gonna get drunk once more, I'm a-gonna get drunk once more He says "Doggone, my red-eyed soul, I'm a-gonna get drunk once more" He washed his face with his front paws and on his hind leg he sat And he's a-gettin' pretty high when he winked one eye and he says "(hic) Hey, where's that old tom-cat?" "Now where's that old tom-cat? I said where's that old tom-cat? He's a-gettin' high when he winked one eye and he says "(hic) Hey, buddy, where's that old tom-cat? (I can lick him and his brother)" The old tom-cat come a-slippin' in, dashed over to the middle o' the floor The cat jumped over and the rat got sober and he never got drunk no more He didn' get drunk no more, no he never got drunk no more The cat jumped over and the rat got sober (poor little feller) and he never got drunk no more (Doc Watson) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted February 22, 2005 Report Share Posted February 22, 2005 I swear, I swear, I do declaredown to the soles of my shoesmy grass is green,as trees in Spring,And the sky is blue.Ants are crawl'n around the melon,The melon spiked with gin.I swear, I swear,I do declare,gonna have a slice a melon again.I wanna see you naked baby,see your titties sittin up high,Mash potatoes and butter,and all that other,we gonna do it up right.Ants are crawl'n around the melon,The melon spiked with gin.I swear, I swear,I do declare,gonna have a slice a melon again.I gotta put down my old brown cow,I gotta put down my brown cow.She was hurt when we was work'n,I gotta put down my brown cow.Load'n up my old .22,I put the gun to her head.I pulled the trigger, jus like I figured, That old brown cow was dead.....now......Ants are crawl'n around the melon,The melon spiked with gin.I swear, I swear,I do declare,gonna have a slice a melon again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted February 22, 2005 Report Share Posted February 22, 2005 I've been beat up bad, I've been kicked around I've been thrown out of every old bar in this dang town - this old town I guess they don't like the way we like to have our fun 'cause I'm always out there and I'm on the run and I'm runnin' and a gunnin' and a lookin' for a real good time I've done so much trip I can't look you in the eye even though I's tryin' to find that umltimate high and I was hangin' out with my good friend, and his name is David Allan Coe Well I was runnin' real hard, and he was runnin' real fast and we got caught up, up there at the pass but we ended up at this bar on the side of that road I've been beat up bad, I've been kicked around I've been thrown out of every dang bar in this old town - this old town I guess they don't like the way we like to have our fun 'cause I'm always out there and I'm on the run and I'm runnin' and a gunnin' and a lookin' for a real good time I've done so much trip I can't look you in the eye even though I was trying to find that ultimate high And I was hanging with my other good friend, his name was Mister George Jones Well I was messed up bad, and he was messed up right Me and George we sat and talked all night About the good times and how country music's lost it's soul I've been beat up bad, I've been kicked around I've been thrown out of every dang bar in this old town - this old town I guess they don't like the way we like to have our fun 'cause I'm always out there and I'm on the run and I'm runnin' and a gunnin' and a lookin' for a real good time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted February 22, 2005 Author Report Share Posted February 22, 2005 Cross into the mountain stream your honey melon waters ring rise up beneath my face to sing you will not resist me as I cross..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted February 22, 2005 Report Share Posted February 22, 2005 People say I'm no good and crazy as a loon Cause I get stoned in the mornin, get drunk in the afternoon Kinda like my ole blue tick hound I like to lay around in the shade And I ain't got no money but I've damn sure got it made Chorus: And I ain't askin' nobody for nothing If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone Preacher man talkin' on the radio, puttin' down the rock and roll He wants me to send a donation cause he's worried about my soul He said Jesus walked on the water and I know that it's true But sometimes I think that preacher man might do a little walkin', too Chorus Poor girl wants to marry and the rich girl wants to flirt Rich man goes to college and the poor man goes to work A drunkard wants another drink of wine and the politician wants a vote I don't want much of nothing at all but I will take another toke Chorus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarcO Posted February 23, 2005 Report Share Posted February 23, 2005 Maybe different, but rememberWinters warm there you and I,Kissing whiskey by the fire With the snow outsideAnd the summer comesThe river swims at midnightShiver coldTouch the bottom, you and IWith muddy toesStay or leaveI want you not to goBut you shouldIt was good, as good goesStay or leaveI want you not to goBut you didWake up naked drinking coffee,Making plans to change the worldWhile the world is changing us...It was good good love.You used to laugh under the coversMaybe not so often nowBut the way I used to laugh with youWas loud and hardStay or leaveI want you not to goBut you shouldIt was good as good goesStay or leaveI want you not to goBut you didSo what to doWith the rest of today's afternoon, heyIsn't it strange how we changeEverything we didDid I do all that i should?That I could'a done?Remember we used to danceAnd everyone wanted to beYou and me?I want to be tooWhat day is thisBesides the day you left me?What day is thisBesides the day you went?So what to doWith the rest of the day's afternoon, heyWell isn't it strange how we changeEverything we didDid I do all that I couldRemember we used to danceAnd everyone wanted to be you and me?I want to be tooWhat day is thisBesides the day you went babeWhat day is this? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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