bradm Posted February 22, 2006 Report Share Posted February 22, 2006 She ran away from home in her mother's best coatShe was married before she was even entitled to voteAnd her husband was one of those blokesThe sort who only laughs at his own jokesThe sort that a war takes awayAnd when there wasn't a war he left her anywayAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted February 22, 2006 Report Share Posted February 22, 2006 Lord take me homeTo the peaceful valleyDown the winding riverTo your city your soulI've grown so tiredAnd my hearts grown heavyTo walk any longerTo your cities of goldAll my life I've loved for forgivenessBut I can never seem to get enoughAll my life I've been rocked into the darknessWith a gun to my headTrying to find a peaceful songTrying to find a peaceful songTo sing when everything goes wrongTill the peaceful valley calls me homeUp there in the cloudsIn that glorious kingdomTell me there ain't nothing but an easy reclineCan I still smoke my cigarettes and have my coffeeUp there in heaven with a bottle of wineCause all my life, I've longed for forgivenessBut I can never seem to get enoughAll my life I've been rushed into the darknessWith a gun to my headTrying to find a peaceful songTrying to find a peaceful songTo sing when everything goes wrongTill the peaceful valley calls me homeOh take me home to the peaceful valleyDown the winding river Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted February 22, 2006 Report Share Posted February 22, 2006 Don't call pretty peggy, she can't hear you no moreDon't leave no message 'round her back door.They say the old laughing lady been here beforeShe don't keep time, she don't count score.You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall.You got to move there's no time left to stall.They say the old laughing lady dropped by to callAnd when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all.See the drunkard of the village falling on the street.Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet.He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet.But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he can keep.There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night.There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel rightAnd there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of lightThere's the old laughing lady, everything is all right. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tooly Posted February 22, 2006 Report Share Posted February 22, 2006 oh daddy wontcha take me back to mewlenburg countyso the banks of the green river, where paradise laywell im sorry my son, but yer too late in askin'Mr Peabodies coal train has hauled it away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted February 22, 2006 Report Share Posted February 22, 2006 If I was unordinately different to what you sayI'd lie, oh I'd lieIf you could release me nowYou know that I won't hesitateTo lie, I would lieBring it on, make it rightBring it on into the lightPick me up satelliteIf it's wrong, make it rightIf I lied and told you they were difficult or hard to takeI'd lie, I'd still lieIf you try to please me nowYou know that I won't remonstrateBut lie I would lieBring it on, make it rightBring it on, into the lightPick me up, satelliteIf it's wrong, make it rightWe like quiet nights on the island??Read by patterned stars round our headWe can reach new heights in this islandWe're dragged slowly to our ?feet?Bring it on, make it rightBring it out, into the lightPick me up, satelliteIf it's wrong, make it rightBring it on, make it rightBring it out, into the lightPick me up, satelliteIf it's wrong, make it rightIf I was inordinately different Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Evil_Mouse Posted February 26, 2006 Report Share Posted February 26, 2006 When the little bluebirdWho has never said a wordStarts to sing SpringWhen the little bluebellAt the bottom of the dellStarts to ring Ding dong Ding dongWhen the little blue clerkIn the middle of his workStarts a tune to the moon up aboveIt is nature that is allSimply telling us to fall in loveAnd that's why birds do it, bees do itEven educated fleas do itLet's do it, let's fall in loveCold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do itEven lazy jellyfish do itLet's do it, let's fall in loveI've heard that lizards and frogs do itLayin' on a rockThey say that roosters do itWith a doodle and cockSome Argentines, without means do itI hear even Boston beans do itLet's do it, let's fall in loveWhen the little bluebirdWho has never said a wordstarts to sing Spring spring springWhen the little bluebellAt the bottom of the dellStarts to ring Ding ding dingWhen the little blue clerkIn the middle of his workStarts a tuneThe most refined lady bugs do itWhen a gentleman callsMoths in your rugs they do itWhat's the use of moth ballsThe chimpanzees in the zoos do it,Some courageous kangaroos do itLet's do it, let's fall in loveI'm sure sometimes on the sly you do itMaybe even you and I might do itLet's do it, let's fall in love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted February 26, 2006 Report Share Posted February 26, 2006 I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, "You know you always have the Lord by your side" And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran Twenty red lights in his honor Thank you Jesus, thank you lord I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner A little bleary, worse for wear and tear Was a girl with far away eyes So if you're down on your luck And you can't harmonize Find a girl with far away And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio And all my dreams would come true So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl Well, you know what kind of eyes she got So if you're down on your luck I know you all sympathize Find a girl with far away eyes And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Calamity Jane Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 ELBOWS AND KNEESYou have two elbowsYou have two kneesPerhaps you've wondered why you need theseThey can be funny looking there is no doubtBut here's how elbows and knees can help you outWhen you're going for a jogOr hopping 'round like a great big frogYour legs must bend to do things like theseWhat does the bending is your funny kneesWhen you want to scratch your backOr swing a bat to give a ball a whackThere is one thing on which you can dependYou need your elbow and your arm to bendSinging elbows and kneesElbows and kneesIt sure is handy to have some of theseSo elbows and knees I'm recommendingWhen arms and legs got to do some bendingWhen arms and legs got to do some bendingHanging down from a trapezeYou need your legs bending at the kneesTo brush your teeth or to comb your hairYou must bend your elbow so your hand will get thereSinging elbows and kneesElbows and kneesIt sure is handy to have some of theseSo elbows and knees I'm recommendingWhen arms and legs got to do some bendingTalking 'bout elbows and knees Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Thank you, I have bad knees, that gave me a little more appreciation for them though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 The good times are killing me. Here we go! Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say? Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent. The good times are killing me. Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said. The good times are killing me. Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say? The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. Fed up with all that LSD. Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. Late nights with warm, warm whiskey. I guess the good times they were all just killing me. Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. The good times are killing me. Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug. The good times are killing me. Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent. The good times are killing me. Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead. The good times are killing me. Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 "I was fishin' by the side of the road,Servin' up the bait for my lunch.Along beside me came a mad horny toad,Lookin' for some food he would munch.So I grabbed the fish and tossed it in the lake,Thinking he could eat what he earned.And if I caught him I would cut him a break,But if I didn't it was not my concern.Jackpot!And I got one.Got me a sweet lookin' prize today,Under the son of a gun it'll make you say,Jackpot!And I got an idea.Got me a new kinda recipe,I got the deal for the meal of the century.I was walkin' by the side of the road,Thinkin' I would cook me a meal.Along beside me came a mad horny toad,Lookin' for some food he would steal.So I grabbed the fish and held it up high,Knowin' toads are known for their jump.then I looked the toad right in the thighs,And noticed that they looked mighty plump.Jackpot!And I got one.Got me a sweet lookin' prize today,Under the son of a gun it'll make you say,Jackpot!And I got an idea.Got me a new kinda recipe,I got the deal for the meal of the century.I was sittin' on a chair in my home,Servin' up the legs for my friends.They asked how I got chicken on such a small bone,I told them it was simply a godsend.The moral of the story is you don't ever know,Who's going to want in on your fun.And up to the porch came a guy I didn't know,Offerin' up his money for some.Jackpot!And I got one.Got me a sweet lookin' prize today,Under the son of a gun it'll make you say,Jackpot!And I got an idea.Got me a new kinda recipe,I got the deal for the meal of the century."-J. Gutwillig Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Oh help me, please doctor, I’m damagedThere’s a pain where there once was a heartIt’s sleepin, it’s a beatin’Can’t ya please tear it out, and preserve itRight there in that jar? Oh help me, please mama, I’m sick’ningIt’s today that’s the day of the plungeOh the gal I’m to marryIs a bow-legged sowI’ve been soakin’ up drink like a spongeDon’t ya worry, get dressed, cried my motherAs she plied me with bourbon so sourPull your socks up, put your suit onComb your long hair down,For you will be wed in the hourSo help me, please doctor, I’m damagedThere’s a pain where there once was a heartI’m sleepin, it’s a beatin’Can’t ya please take it out, and preserve itRight there in that jar? I was tremblin’, as I put on my jacketIt had creases as sharp as a knife I put the ring in my pocketBut there was a noteAnd my heart it jumped into my mouthIt read, darlin’, I’m sorry to hurt you.But I have no courage to speak to your face.But I’m down in virginia with your cousin louThere be no wedding today.So help me, please doctor, I’m damagedYou can put back my heart in it’s holeOh mama, I’m cryin’Tears of relief Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Davey Boy 2.0 Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Mexican American, like to go to night schoolto take spanishand get a 'B' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tooly Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Mexican Americans are named Chata and Chella and Chimaand have a son in law named jeff.Mexican Americans don't like to get up early in the morningbut they have to so they do it real slow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Mexican Americans are actually the hardest working demographic down there."Like a 10 minute dream in the passenger seat,While the world was flying by,And I haven't been gone very long,But if feels like a lifetime." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 There's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunkAnd still a lot of thoughts that I ain't thunkAnd still a lot of wine and lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hal Johnson Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Mexican Americans are named Chata and Chella and Chimaand have a son in law named jeff.Mexican Americans don't like to get up early in the morningbut they have to so they do it real slowWhile you were singing that song, I made up another, its the same, but a little different. It goes like this: (Start 12 bar blues on guitar)"Beaners! Beaners!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 So, since Canada has no Mexicans, you guys can really giv'er eh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hal Johnson Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Im mexican, whats your point? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Not much. Mucho Gusto. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hal Johnson Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 Duh nah na dah nuh nah nuh nuhmomma talkin to me, tryin to tell me how to liveduh na nuh dah nuh na nuh na nuh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 10, 2006 Report Share Posted March 10, 2006 "You guessed, once upon a time in the West." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phorbesie Posted March 11, 2006 Report Share Posted March 11, 2006 worn out shoes and worn out bluespreviously owneddoor to door falling forsalvation army lovelove comes and it's worn to piecessalvation army lovesalvation army loveretro hearts want what they've had and it's salvation army lovesalvation army loveif it's cheap then it's good so get it fastand wear it to shreds like it's all you've hadinto the closet of all time fadsoh no, it's too badshe comes, worn to piecessalvation army lovesalvation army loveeveryone wants what they've hadand it's salvation army lovesalvation army loveif it's cheap then it's good so get it fastand wear it to shreds like it's all you've hadinto the closet of all time fadsoh no, it's too badare we all prisoners of our own clothes?i'll wear you out, you wear me outif it's cheap then it's good so you get it fastcause we've all been owned, owned, owned, and disownedsalvation army lovesalvation army lovesalvation army lovesalvation army love.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted March 17, 2006 Report Share Posted March 17, 2006 I got 350 heads on a 305 engine I get ten miles to the gallon I ain't got no good intentions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YearsAlongTheSea Posted March 17, 2006 Report Share Posted March 17, 2006 If you walk away, I’ll walk awayFirst tell me which road you will takeI don’t want to risk our paths crossing some daySo you walk that way, I’ll walk this wayAnd the future hangs over our headsAnd it moves with each current eventUntil it falls all around like a cold steady rainJust stay in when it’s looking this wayAnd the moon’s laying low in the skyForcing everything metal to shineAnd the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store caseThey argue walk this way, no, walk this wayAnd Laura’s asleep in my bedAs I’m leaving she wakes up and says“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a waveBaby don’t go away, come hereâ€And there’s kids playing guns in the streetAnd ones pointing his tree branch at meSo I put my hands up I say “enough is enough,If you walk away, I’ll walk awayâ€And he shot me deadI found a liquid cureFrom my landlocked bluesIt’ll pass away like a slow paradeIt’s leaving but I don’t know how soon And the world’s got me dizzy againYou think after 22 years I’d be used to the spinAnd it only feels worse when I stay in one placeSo I’m always pacing around or walking awayI keep drinking the ink from my penAnd I’m balancing history books up on my headBut it all boils down to one quotable phraseIf you love something, give it awayA good woman will pick you apartA box full of suggestions for your possible heartBut you may be offended and you may be afraidBut don’t walk away, don’t walk awayWe made love on the living room floorWith the noise in the background of a televised warAnd in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say“If we walk away, they’ll walk awayâ€But greed is a bottomless pitAnd our freedom’s a joke We’re just taking a pissAnd the whole world must watch the sad comic displayIf you’re still free start running awayCause we’re coming for you!I’ve grown tired of holding this poseI feel more like a stranger each time I come homeSo I’m making a deal with the devils of fameSaying “let me walk away, pleaseâ€You’ll be free child once you have diedFrom the shackles of language and measurable timeAnd then we can trade places, play musical gravesTill then walk away, walk awaySo I’m up at dawnPutting on my shoesI just want to make a clean escapeI’m leaving but I don’t know where toI know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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