Esau. Posted July 7, 2007 Report Share Posted July 7, 2007 Late for church againNever seem to be on timeHear the bells as they peal through the hollerDoesn't sound like a friend of mineA hundred eyes turn as I enterFace burnin' as I walk past pewsI can tell they think I'm a sinnerHear them whisper while I'm watching my shoesOnly seat left is right up frontI'm not a bit surprisedBack is soft but the seat is hardWhy can't they get it right?Reverend Bob is pointin' his fingerMom and Dad follow every last wordAll this hollerin' makes me wonderDoes a whispered prayer get heard?Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunderFire and brimstone pouring downMe, I'm wondering what's for dinnerWaitin' for 12 o'clock to come roundEverybody's got their own HeavenThey all find it their own wayI am an angelLate For Church-D.B.T Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted July 10, 2007 Report Share Posted July 10, 2007 Yet another late night drive Tell me brother, can you keep it between the lines We got so far to go, feels like we're going slow Don't even bother to read the signsKickin' like a chicken it hittin' anda-flickin' itDoin' what you can just to stay awakeDippin' it and sippin' it, tailgate birdieflippin' itFlashing over the trucker with the stinky brakesBecause we're hepped up on goofballsGotta look out for each otherHepped up on goofballsThe sisters and the brothersHepped up on goofballsWe own this late night roadHepped up on goofballs Hauling the motherload boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chickawe he he he boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka We he he boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka We he he he boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka We he heYet another mindless cruiseOne with the wheel as we pay our duesStill so far to go, feels like we're going slowOne mile closer to the snoozeRockin' it, never stoppin' it, Cap'n Kirkand Spock'n itTransforming the road into the holodeckCrunchin' it and punchin' it, casually lunchin' itDoin' what you can to avoid the wreckYet another 10 weeks away from homeMarket's smothered, cussin' out the dead cell phoneNot so far to go, we're through with goin' slowI know what it is like to be a rolling stoneAlfalfa and Spanky all dressed up looking swankyHallucinatin' on the back of a diesel mackSingin' it and ringin' it, ?show up enginetingin' it?Politely slice through eternal black Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted July 15, 2007 Report Share Posted July 15, 2007 [Alabama Man, your contributions to this thread are - and have always been, other aliases included - invaluable]you used to say i had what it takesi think i did if you meant: 'too little too late'but by the by the looks that i'm gettin'i made some big mistakesand i'd thought you said i was greatshoot straight and give it my best tryi made my heart as hard as nailsthat may be the way you live your lifebut it almost got me killeddarling i'm not givin' inthat happened miles ago,i heard the north star sayingkid, you're so lost even i can't bring you homedid you think that we were going to last?honey you know you don't have to answer that ..half of that was my kind of joke,but i don't remember which half.i didn't know how blue i'd get,i didn't know how i'd get blamed for it,i didn't choose to go down this road,no one chooses to be sick.i'm saying everything is fineby the look in my eye,but you know darlinghalf of what a man says is a lieit's your last chance to forget me nowthen it's done for goodyou always said i'd make it out,but somehow darling -- i knew i never would.hear it here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted July 15, 2007 Report Share Posted July 15, 2007 [flooding ...]I think I saw you riding in a car,You looked happy for a womanBlack fingers in your mouth and a white,And a white pearl choker.My head plays it over and over,Don't interrupt me.I think I saw you reaching for a glass,With your lanky white arms,Nothing else moves that way, are you kidding me?My head plays it over and over,Don't interrupt me.All dolled-up in straps, all colored inNow, love, where have you been?Dolled-up in straps, all colored inNow, love, where have you been?Where have you been?I think I saw you walking in the city,Hips like a boy's,The sun fell behind you and never stood up.My head plays it over and over.I think I heard you singing,'Oh poor sky, don't cry on meDid somebody break your heart again?Oh poor sky, don't cry on meAre you gonna fall apart again?'My head plays it over and over.All dolled-up in straps, all colored inNow, love, where have you been?Dolled-up in straps, all colored inNow, love, where have you been?Where have you been?Oh poor sky, don't cry on meDid somebody break your heart again?Oh poor sky, don't cry on meDid somebody break your heart again?Oh poor sky, don't cry on meAre you gonna fall apart again?Oh poor sky, don't cry on meAre you gonna fall apart again? hear it herer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewRider Posted July 15, 2007 Report Share Posted July 15, 2007 I guess I'll never grow a sideburn, it's a shame with all I've got to go between.I hope somebody's cause takes soon, it's getting hard to find a place a rube can sing.Momma said a lot of things and "Be thankful" was the one she never minded saying twice.Thanks to her I can think clear enough to be thankful that she died before tonight.Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide.Saving everybody takes a man on a mission with a swagger that can set the world at ease.Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger, and the other dumping water in the street.Talking tough is easy when it's other people's evil and you're judging what they do and don't believe.Seems to me you'd have to have a hole in your own to point a finger at somebody else's sheet.Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide.I don't know how much good it does a man to keep on telling him how good it is he's free.Free to wash his ghost down the drain, free from them to tell him that there's no such thing.Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide. DBmuthafuckin'T Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booche Posted July 15, 2007 Report Share Posted July 15, 2007 The ashtray saysYou were up all nightWhen you went to bedWith your darkest mindYour pillow weptYou covered your eyesAnd you finally sleptWhile the sun caught fireYou've changed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hamilton Posted July 15, 2007 Report Share Posted July 15, 2007 Whiskey helps to clear my headBring it with you into bedIf I beat you nearly deadI'll regret it all in the morningI'm so drunk I couldn't careIf that's a wig or your own hairHere's my ticket, take me thereI'll regret it all in the morningI'll regret it all in the morningWhen I see your smiling faceI'd rather be in any place but hereThe years have left their markYour skin feels smooth as barkAs we shiver in the darkI'll regret it all in the morningAs you gaze around in frightWith your knuckles turning whiteYou're a lonely, lonely sightTo wake up to in the morningThis is no way to existWith a girl who keeps a listNaming all the boys she's missedAnd she's longed for in the morningI'll regret it all in the morningWhen I see your smiling faceI'd rather be in any place but hereNow the room is spinning fastAnd it fades away at lastAnd this empty night is pastI'll regret it all in the morning Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nattyMatty Posted July 20, 2007 Report Share Posted July 20, 2007 Hammer and ripsaw, the waves keep a-risin'Step up and tell us the name of your poisonI took a step forward, fell out of my hatAt the sign in the window saying "Take What You Lack"I went to inquire just about how much painWas needed to purchase the keys to the rainI mean, who do you think is gonna believe itWhen you tell them you got the keys to the rain?Sweet Mary was walking her dogs in the fireSinging some tune called "My Hope And Desire"Her tears were like needles that hung on a chainShe didn't ask nothing except more of the sameHer blue eye was scarlet, her blind eye was fameShe wore a tattoo that said "Lock Up The Rain"But I mean, who do you ever get to believe itWhen you tell them you got the keys to the rain?Yo no soy marinero, por tu sere (note 1)Por tu sere, por tu serePara bailar a La BambaSe necesita un poco de graciaThe prodigal son steals off in the nightHe done it before and it worked out all rightHe took a wrong turning, wound up in a ditchHe could have done worse, though, and ended up richHis songs were cut open and found to be clayThe hope of the future served up on a trayI mean, who do you think is gonna believe itWhen you tell them you got the keys to the rain?You caught me and held me and called me your ownThen kicked in my teeth and left with my boneNow I know you ain't little, but I ain't that smallAnd you had surprise on your side, after allSo I'm making a wish, I never done that beforeThis is the first time and I hope there ain't moreBut just who do you think is gonna believe itWhen you tell them you got the keys to the rainThe just and the crippled both push up the flowersAnd nothing remains but the song of the hoursI hope you can dig it I know that you willBut please don't run hide when I come with my billAnd before you get trying this noose on for sizeIt's so quick to fall, yes, and so slow to riseAnd who do you think you'll get to believe youWhen you tell them you got the keys to the rain?Yeah, who do you think you're gonna get to believe itWhen you tell them you got the keys to the rain? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted July 26, 2007 Report Share Posted July 26, 2007 I'm callin' this song for tonight...There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goYou'll never tame him darling and you knowHe'll break your heart in twoAnd after that he still ain't throughThere's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goUp till dawn and drinking every nightBailin' him out in the morning after another bar room fightCook for him a supper he will never seeBriefcase-totin' boy you know he'll never beThere's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goYou'll never tame him darling and you knowHe'll break your heart in twoAnd after that he still ain't throughThere's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goWonderin' if the car is wrecked, if he's dead or notHe'll meet you at the ballet after just one more Jaegermeister shotThat five hundred bucks you loaned him that you will never seeBriefcase-totin' boy you know he'll never beThere's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goYou'll never tame him darling and you knowHe'll break your heart in twoAnd after that he still ain't throughThere's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goFinding him in the morning passed out on the kitchen floorHe explains that's where he fell down when he came in the doorAfter all of this my darling ain't it plain to seeThat old whisky drinking, bluegrass listening, Carhartt wearing, all night roaming rambler he'll always be.There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him goYou'll never tame him darling and you knowHe'll break your heart in twoAnd after that he still ain't throughThere's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted July 27, 2007 Report Share Posted July 27, 2007 Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't moveAwake but cannot open my eyesAnd the weight is crushing down on my lungsI know I can't breatheAnd hope someone will save me this timeAnd your mother's still calling you insane and highSwearing it's different this timeAnd you tell her to give in to the demons that possess herAnd that god never blessed her insidesThen you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting thingsAnd crawl back into bed to dream of a timeWhen your heart was open wide and you love things just becauseLike the sick and dyingAnd sometimes when you're onYou're really fucking onAnd your friends they sing alongAnd they love youBut the lows are so extremeThat the good seems fucking cheapAnd it teases you for weeks in its absenceBut you'll fight and you'll make it throughYou'll fake it if you have toAnd you'll show up for work with a smileAnd you'll be betterYou'll be smarterMore grown up and a better daughter or sonAnd a real good friendAnd you'll be awakeYou'll be alertYou'll be positive though it hurtsAnd you'll laugh and embrace all of your friendsAnd you'll be a real good listenerYou'll be honestYou'll be braveYou'll be handsome and you'll be beautifulYou'll be happyYour ship may be coming inYou're weak but not giving inTo the cries and the wails of the valley belowYour ship may be coming inYou're weak but not giving inAnd you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Northern Wish Posted July 27, 2007 Report Share Posted July 27, 2007 Fack these guys are incredible! charlemagne shakes in the streets gideon makes love to the suites holly's not invincible in fact she's in the hospital. not far from the bar where we met on that first night. charlemagne pulls street corner scams gideon's got a pipe made from a pringles can. holly's insatiable. she still looks incredible. but she don't look like the same girl we met. on that first night. she was golden with barlight and beer. she slept like she'd never been scared. and then last night she said words alone never could save us. and then last night she cried when she told us about jesus. holly's inconsolable unhinged and uncontrollable. because we can't get as high as we got on that first night. boys and girls in america. don't bother talking to the guys with the hot soft eyes. they're already taken. dont even speak to all those sequencer and beats boys. when they kiss they spit white noise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nattyMatty Posted July 28, 2007 Report Share Posted July 28, 2007 Here comes the helicopter -- second time todayEverybody scatters and hopes it goes awayHow many kids they've murdered only God can sayIf I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody payI don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hateI don't believe in generals or their stinking torture statesAnd when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relateIf I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliateOn the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand waitTo fall down from starvation -- or some less humane fateCry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gateIf I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitateI want to raise every voice -- at least I've got to tryEvery time I think about it water rises to my eyes.Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cryIf I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a bitch would die Bruce Cockburn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LXQ42 Posted July 28, 2007 Report Share Posted July 28, 2007 Am I the man I choose to be,Or just the man I used to beAm I the man I want to beThis Question, it keeps haunting meThe two, hands of a prayertogether like two hands of a prayer-Ben Harper Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted August 2, 2007 Report Share Posted August 2, 2007 Baby I remember the way you held my handI tried my best to tell you, but you wouldn’t understandNow I think about you always and to myself I say yer nameThe way we were when forever was just another dayI traded yer sweetness for my lonelinessYer confidence for my own regretsYer simple grace for this disarrayThat’s my stock and trade while you promenadeSometime I’m singing to the ceiling Sometimes I’m talking to the wallsSometimes I forget this feelingEver mattered at allBut in the evening when the sun’s downThere’s sadness on its wayLike a ghost that knows my addressAnd where I layI traded yer sweetness for my lonelinessYer confidence for my own regretsYer simple grace for this disarrayThat’s my stock and trade while you promenadeSomehow my losing just comes natural like a southern democratNostalgia haunts my memory and stands in my pathYou promenade to the city, you promenade to the shoreThe gentlemen say that you are pretty and promenade round the floorNow I think about you always and to myself I say yer nameThe way we were when forever was just another dayI traded yer sweetness for my lonelinessYer confidence for my own regretsYer simple grace for this disarrayThat’s my stock and trade while you promenadePromenade-The Gourds Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thatpatguy Posted August 2, 2007 Report Share Posted August 2, 2007 I'm painting, I'm painting again.I'm painting, I'm painting again.I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again.I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain.Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.Pretty soon now, will be a quitter.Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.You can't see it 'til it's finishedI don't have to prove...that I am creative!I dont' have to prove...that I am creative!All my pictures are confusedAnd now I'm going to take me to you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted August 20, 2007 Report Share Posted August 20, 2007 Well, I've been kicked and beaten,It don't bother me no more.Don't offer me no pillows,When I'm just fine here on the floorI've so many woundsThat I hope they'll never mendBut I can raise my glass upFor a beer with all my friends'Cause I'm the Barfly, I like to drink, that's what I doAll these women in the world...Why did I leave mine when times were so roughAll these women in the world...Why did I leave mine when times were so roughBut when you left me baby, you left me needing more than enoughWell the ocean's my homeI'm living on the liferaft aloneWell the ocean's my homeI'm living on the liferaft aloneNow they call me flat stir crazyBut I'm just sittin here at the bar flat on my throneWell I've been kicked and beatenIt don't bother me no more.Don't offer me no pillows,When I'm just fine here on the floorI've so many woundsThat I hope they'll never mendBut I can raise my glass upFor a beer with all my friends'Cause I'm the Barfly, I like to drink, that's what I do Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewRider Posted August 20, 2007 Report Share Posted August 20, 2007 pills and powders baby. powders and pills. we spent the night last night in beverly hills. there was this chick that looked like beverly sills. we got killed. tights and skirts baby. skirts and tights. we used to shake it up in shaker heights. there was this chick she looked like patty smythe. she seemed seemed shaky but nice.she said my name is rick danko but people call me one-hour photo. i've got some hazardous chemicals. drive around to the window. she said my name is robbie robertson but people call me robo. i blew red white and blue right into a tissue. i came right over the counter just to kiss you.ginger and jack and four or five feminax. psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat. a ray of light in white rayon slacks. we got cracked. shoes and socks baby. socks and shoes. we spent the night last night in newport news. this chick she looked just like elizabeth shue. we got bruised.she said my name is steve perry but people call me circuit city. i'm so well connected. my upc is dialed into the system. she said my name's neil schon but some people call me nina simone. some people call me andre cymone. i've survived the 80s one time already. and i don't recall them all that fondly.it was a blockbuster summer. moving pictures helped us get through to september. they made a movie about me and you. it was half nude and half true. it was a bloodsucking summer. i spent half the time trying to get paid from our savior. swishing though the city center. i did a couple favors for some guys who looked like tuscan raiders. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted August 21, 2007 Report Share Posted August 21, 2007 There once was a note, pure and easy,Playing so free like a breath rippling by.The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me,Forever we blend it, forever we die.I listened and I heard music in a word,And words when you played your guitar.The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,And a child flew past me riding in a star. As people assemble, Civilization is trying to find a new way to die.But killing is really merely scene changer, All men are bored with other men's lives.I listened and I heard music in a word,And words when you played your guitar.The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,And a child flew past me riding in a star. Gas on a hillside, oil in the teacup,Watch all the chords of life lose their joy.Distortion becomes somehow pure in its wildness,The note that began all can also destroy.We all know success when we all find our own dreams,And our love is enough to knock down any wall.And the future's been seen as men try to realize,The simple secret of the note in us all.I listened and I heard music in a word,And words when you played your guitar.The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,And a child flew past me riding in a star. Today is the day, the sound travels mountains,Flowing, blowing each man in it's wake.Destroying itself in the end with vibration,There's nothing on earth it's challenge can take. Excepting one noteExcepting one note, pure and easyPlaying so free like a breath rippling by.Excepting one note, excepting one noteThere once was a note, listen There once was a note, listen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted August 23, 2007 Report Share Posted August 23, 2007 Never had a home like this, And the prophets said, 'Be careful what you wish.' Never had to think twice, Always knew my home was in paradise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted August 29, 2007 Report Share Posted August 29, 2007 Do you remember anyone here?No you don't remember anything at allI'm sleeping, I'm flat on my backNever woke up, had no regretsThere's a party in my mind...And it never stopsThere's a party up there all the time...They'llparty till they dropOther people can go home...Other peoplle they can splitI'll be here all the time...I can never quitTake a walk through the land of shadowsTake a walk through the peaceful meadowsTry not to look so disappointedIt isn't what you hoped for, is it?There's a party in my mind...And I hope it never stopsI'm stuck here in this seat...I might not stand upOther people can go home...Everyone else will splitI'll be here all the time...I can never quitEverything is very quietEveryone has gone to sleepI'm wide awake on memoriesThere memories can't wait. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted August 30, 2007 Report Share Posted August 30, 2007 It's a cold, cold moon out tonightAnd it's a cold, cold point on your knifeCould I call myself a man if I left by the morning light?And I'd be 40 miles from Denver when you woke up all aloneI'd be 40 miles from Denver and three days from my homeIn that cool mountain air, on an Appalachian trailOhh, life is better thereIt's a lonely road to travel onBut I've stood here waiting much too longAnd I'd rather leave this minute than try to carry onAnd I'd be 40 miles from Denver headed east bound on the trackI'd be 40 miles from Denver and trying to get backTo that cool mountain air, on an Appalachian trailOhh, life is better thereIt's a cold, cold moon out tonightAnd it's a cold, cold point on your knifeCould I call myself a man if I left by the morning light?And I'd be 40 miles from Denver when you woke up all aloneI'd be 40 miles from Denver and three days from my homeIn that cool mountain air, on an Appalachian trailOhh, life is better there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted September 5, 2007 Report Share Posted September 5, 2007 Little betty boop's been thinking it overKicking it around the whole damn daywants to view herself as a CasanovaLittle betty boop has gone astrayThe candlelight scene and still she's boredcause her coochie can't stand her hand no moreand the rage the former lampshade queenFinds her taste stuck in-betweenLittle betty boop's been thinking it overKicking it around the whole damn daywants to view herself as a CasanovaLittle betty boop has gone astrayShe knew when she was littleJust what it signifiedBut now as she grows olderIt seems to come aliveTo stretch out all her wingsWhy hold her self belittledTo close her eyes and dreamAnd drop her guard a littleLittle betty boop's been thinkingGone and straightened her messed up mindLittle betty boop's been thinkingShe flipped herself to the other sideLittle betty boop's been thinkingGone and straightened her messed up mindLittle betty boop's been thinkingShe flipped herself to the other sideLittle betty boop's been thinking it overKicking it around the whole damn daywants to view herself as a CasanovaLittle betty boop has gone astray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted September 27, 2007 Report Share Posted September 27, 2007 You can talk to meAs long as you pleaseBut please let's don't talkHeart to heartI can talk to yoursBut you can't talk to mine'Cause mine's outsideIn the carWell I'll just sit right hereAnd you can buy me a beerBend my ear 'tilThe teardrops startWell just stand right thereOr pull up a chairBut this barstool'sReserved for my heartChorus:Here it comesThrough the doorTrailing bloodAcross the floorNow it climbsUp its stoolTo its placeBy its foolI was shot in the warThrough the clothes that I woreBut I did not get shotThrough my heartMy heart was OK'Til I lost it one dayTo a womanWho tore it apartWell I nursed it backAnd some say in factThat it's betterThan it was at the startWell just stand right thereOr pull up a chairBut this barstool'sReserved for my heartChorusAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stapes Posted September 28, 2007 Report Share Posted September 28, 2007 Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted October 1, 2007 Report Share Posted October 1, 2007 The river rolls and the river windsAnd it seems to do something for my peace of mindThough I didn't know it, I came here looking to findA place to forget about my troubles for awhileI saw a mother with her little baby when I was walking hereThere's something 'bout a little baby that makes me laughThey don't seem to have a careAnd I wonder if I'm ever gonna feel that way againUntil then, I'll find some time to spend down by the riverI spend a lot of time looking forwardLooking back and looking down at my feet upon the groundI fell backwards and when I opened my eyesI found myself staring straight up in the skyAnd it seemed like there was something there to learnWhen I realized I had nowhere else to beAnd the only sound that mattered was the wind that blowed so gentle through the treesSuch a harmony down by the riverWell I heard music, it was soft and clearAnd I sang out for the first time, I didn't care who would hearBecause I found my answers in the wind and wavesAnd the magic in the little things that happen every dayAnd I played that tune on my old mandolinAnd I didn't hurt at all for companyBecause the river likes to sing along and knows the words to every song I playSuch a lovely day down by the riverSuch a lovely day... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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