Esau Posted March 21, 2006 Report Share Posted March 21, 2006 Did you ever wake up to find A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It’s just that demon life has got you in it’s sway It’s just that demon life has got you in it’s sway Ain’t flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on the burial ground Can’t stand the feeling getting so brought down It’s just that demon life has got me in it’s sway It’s just that demon life has got me in it’s sway There must be ways to find out Love is the way they say is really strutting out Hey, hey, hey now One day I woke up to find Right in the bed next to mine Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah It’s just that demon life has got me in it’s sway It’s just that demon life has got me in it’s sway It’s just that demon life has got me in it’s sway It’s just that demon life has got me... It’s just that demon life has got me... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted March 22, 2006 Report Share Posted March 22, 2006 We may die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted March 22, 2006 Report Share Posted March 22, 2006 On our very first date she tickled my asshole and called me a whore with her tounge in my earThen all of a sudden she got so offendedWhen I complained she was drinking my beerWell I think that you think you know what I'm thinkingBut all day I'm thinking of drinking with youSo why tell me why? Did we drink everyday for the whole month of MayIf it's true what you sayThat you don't like to get drunk with meWell, I think that you think you know what I'm thinkingWhen all day I'm thinking of drinking with you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mugwump Posted April 5, 2006 Report Share Posted April 5, 2006 Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted April 5, 2006 Report Share Posted April 5, 2006 Water comes from the skyAnd from pain behind your eyesAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted April 7, 2006 Report Share Posted April 7, 2006 How I wish I had a red canoeOh, I forgot, of course I doBut floating without paddles in a dirty lakeOnly offers dysentery and belly acheAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted April 14, 2006 Report Share Posted April 14, 2006 My love. My love, you crazy foolWe have festering to doI'm rendered insomniac'Til the 504 will bring you backYou'll find me on RoncesvallesWhen late October fallsWith a piano man in a Polish barTrading blood for alcoholYour lemons and your ginger teaAre fighting off my coldThe taste of you is on my tongueAlong with every song you've sungYou pass the Irving Big StopWith a melancholy smileMake love to my memoryWith every sentimental mileYou love me so madlySo sadly you goWe equate our love with loss'Cause we sold it to the deadPlease inform the next of kinYou can stop taking your medicineI challenge you to be strong for meAnd furrow up my browDisarm my face with all the savage loveThat your giant heart allowsYou love me so madlySo sadly you goYou're the perfect means to my endYou're the perfect means to my endYou're the perfect means to my endSomeone's gonna get us for thisKissMy heart my heart a heavy heartIs chained around your legDrag me along SunnysideSlow your pace, shorten your strideLove me through the winterInsatiable and strongNo more tears to suffer throughSome Leaving Autumn songYou love me so madlySo sadly you goBleach and wine and turpentineTo clean this dirty slateMoral highground lost to mewsIt disappeared beneath our shoesWhisk me far away from hereSo we can finally settle downHide inside each other's eyesIn a Nova Scotian townYou love me so madlySo madly you stayYou love me so madlySo madly you stayThis one ("Means To My End") is pretty much stuck in my head right now. The Your lemons and your ginger tea / Are fighting off my cold is neat: it's a minor detail of a relationship in one partner is caring for the other; the other details (I assume "the 504" refers to a Toronto street car route?) are cool, too.Aloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted April 15, 2006 Report Share Posted April 15, 2006 (m. jagger/k. richards)Did you ever wake up to findA day that broke up your mindDestroyed your notion of circular timeIt’s just that demon life has got you in it’s swayIt’s just that demon life has got you in it’s swayAin’t flinging tears out on the dusty groundFor all my friends out on the burial groundCan’t stand the feeling getting so brought downIt’s just that demon life has got me in it’s swayIt’s just that demon life has got me in it’s swayThere must be ways to find outLove is the way they say is really strutting outHey, hey, hey nowOne day I woke up to findRight in the bed next to mineSomeone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeahIt’s just that demon life has got me in it’s swayIt’s just that demon life has got me in it’s swayIt’s just that demon life has got me in it’s swayIt’s just that demon life has got me...It’s just that demon life has got me... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau Posted April 21, 2006 Report Share Posted April 21, 2006 Written by Bob Dylan with additional lyrics by Ketch SecorPerformed by the Old Crow Medicine ShowHeaded down south to the land of the pinesAnd I'm thumbin' my way into North CarolineStarin' up the roadAnd pray to God I see headlightsI made it down the coast in seventeen hoursPickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowersAnd I'm a hopin' for RaleighI can see my baby tonightSo rock me mama like a wagon wheelRock me mama anyway you feelHey mama rock meRock me mama like the wind and the rainRock me mama like a south-bound trainHey mama rock meRunnin' from the cold up in New EnglandI was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringbandMy baby plays the guitarI pick a banjo nowOh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me nowLost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leaveBut I ain't a turnin' backTo livin' that old life no moreSo rock me mama like a wagon wheelRock me mama anyway you feelHey mama rock meRock me mama like the wind and the rainRock me mama like a south-bound trainHey mama rock meWalkin' to the south out of RoanokeI caught a trucker out of PhillyHad a nice long tokeBut he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap To Johnson City, TennesseeAnd I gotta get a move on fit for the sunI hear my baby callin' my nameAnd I know that she's the only oneAnd if I die in RaleighAt least I will die freeSo rock me mama like a wagon wheelRock me mama anyway you feelHey mama rock meRock me mama like the wind and the rainRock me mama like a south-bound trainHey mama rock me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 22, 2006 Report Share Posted April 22, 2006 Did you clean yourselffor me last night,put the water out and don a marigoldin your hair to bring me hereand tie one on you?Did you dress me down and liquor me upto make me last for the minutewhen the red comes over youlike it does when you're filled with love ...or whatever you call it?Do you feel alone when I'm in my headwhile you wait for meto take my breath?Do you still feel ..... cleanwhen the only dirt is the dirt I left?How can you blame yourselfwhen I did everything I wanted to?you just made yourself availableyou just made yourself availablewhy did you dress me down (repeat)and liquor me up (repeat) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 22, 2006 Report Share Posted April 22, 2006 Sun so bright that I'm nearly blindFool as I'm working it out in my mindWarm as the dope running down my spineBut I don't care 'bout youAnd I've got nothing to doFeel the warmth of the air that I breatheEven free-er than DMTFeel the warmth of the sun in meBut I don't care 'bout youAnd I've got nothing to doLove in the middle of an afternoonJust me and my spike in my arm and my spoonFeel the warmth of the sun and the moonBut I don't care 'bout youAnd I've got nothing...I think I'm in love (probably just hungry)Think I'm your friend (probably just lonely)Think you got me in a spin now (probably just turning)Think I'm a fool for you (probably just learning)Think that I can rock and roll (probably just twisting)Think I wanna tell the world (probably ain't listening)Come on...Think I can fly (probably just falling)Think I'm the life and soul (probably just snorting)Think I can hit the mark (probably just aiming)Think my name is on your lips (probably complaining)Think that I have got it bad (probably contageous)Think that I'm a winner baby (probably Las Vegas)Come on...Think I'm alive (probably just breathing)Think you stole my heart now baby (probably just stealing)Think I'm on fire (probably just smoking)Think that I'm your dream girl (probably just dreaming)Think I'm the best (probably like all the rest)Think that I could be your man (oh, probably just think you can)Come on...I think I'm in love, I think I'm in love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted April 23, 2006 Report Share Posted April 23, 2006 Lookin' for a Leader - Neil Young Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Evil_Mouse Posted April 23, 2006 Report Share Posted April 23, 2006 You who are on the roadMust have a code that you can live byAnd so become yourselfBecause the past is just a good-byeTeach your children wellTheir father's hell did slowly go byAnd feed them on your dreamsThe one they pick's the one you'll know byDon't you ever ask them whyIf they told you, you would crySo just look at them and sighAnd know they love youAnd you of tender years Can you hear and do you care andCan't know the fears Can you see weThat your elders grew by Must be free toAnd so please help Teach the childrenThem with your youth To believe andThey seek the truth Make a world thatBefore they can die We can live inTeach your parents wellTheir children's hell will slowly go byAnd feed them on your dreamsThe one they pick's the one you'll know byDon't you ever ask them whyIf they told you, you would crySo just look at them and sighAnd know they love you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted May 4, 2006 Report Share Posted May 4, 2006 The world is moving to the song I hear,Who's that singing, wind is rushing in my ear,Mind gushing memories almost lost everything,Felony and fellows running in my dream,We were in the van where the hits were driving,Saw myself In the highlands at age 13And I'm asking questions to the present day me,Moving backwards down the hill see we were posting.[Chorus]Moonlight illuminate my night and my days sunray make the people sayAnd a vision something's missing so they're screaming out loudKeep my feet on ground and my head in the clouds.I'm the arrow, you're my bow, shoot me forth and I will goAnd I know and I go and I go get up and goMake me feel its for real tell me what you know.I don't need to glorify,Ate the apple of the tree and tried to lie,In the garden ill rememberThat's when I started to singI said death brings life into uncertain things,Cut some slack for meSun setting autumn breezeSound is moving like a chorusKeep hearing that melody,Check the radio but theres nothing playing,Check the radio again but theres nothing playing.[Chorus]Rewind:Dub-wise!Swing low, sweet chariot of flamesChange my name, Yo!It Was always the same,Till if only what you find when you climb,Check the radio but of all that shines there's no time,My life is making your mind work in overtime,But along the line you'll have to pay for the crime.Slow it down You turbo too soon,Vroom vroom then you want to blast off unto the moon,But you might get trapped in a temple of doom,You might get trapped in a temple of doom.[Chorus] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 5, 2006 Report Share Posted May 5, 2006 Bulldozers and Dirtlyrics by Patterson HoodI met your mama when I was sixteenYou couldn’t have been anymore than threeShe caught me stealing ya'lls color TVShe called the cops and they arrested meShe was the wildest thing I’d ever seenthe way she pointed that shotgun at methe police hauled my ass off to jailYour mama signed the trailer to help make the bailShe picked me up and drove me homesaid “I’ll learn you not to roamâ€Green green grass under my feetbut all I can think about’s the dirt underneathBulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirtbehind the trailer, my desertThem red clay piles are heaven on earthI get my rocks off, bulldozers and dirtI got a pickup that’s up on blocksand I’m up to my ass in debt and hockand I can’t get the red stains off of my socksand I can’t get you off of my mindI’ve lived with your mama for eleven yearsThrough good times, and bad times, fist fights and tearsbut something comes over me when you come nearso won’t you come over and sip on this beerBulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirtbehind the trailer, my desertI don’t mean no harm, I just like to flirtbut most of all I like bulldozers and dirtmost of all I like bulldozers and dirt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted May 8, 2006 Report Share Posted May 8, 2006 I married the moonshiner's daughterHow could I go wrong?'Cause the moonshiner's daughterCooks some corn and waterShe makes me liquor all night longAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaimoe Posted May 9, 2006 Report Share Posted May 9, 2006 (edited) Here's the lyrics from the greatest punk song from the greatest punk band The Queen Haters:I Hate the Bloody QueenI've always had a dreamI'd like to meet the queenI'd punch her in the faceYeah, that would make me laughI'd love to kick her in the teethAnd then I'd make a picture of itIn lovely EktachromeAnd then I'd give it to the prince(Chorus)I hate the bloody QueenShe made me go to schoolI hate the bloody QueenAnd all her bloody rules(solo)I'd like to drown the QueenOff the coast of ArgentineThrow her off a battleshipWith her Falkland war machineShe taxes me to deathI can't afford me dopeI'd like to get her highYeah, that would make me laugh(Chorus)I hate the bloody Queen (repeat x3)I feel sorry for you Lady DiHavin' a mother-in-law like thatThe Queen Haters - Martin Short (vocals), Eugene Levy (lead guitar), John Candy (drums), Joe Flaherty (bass), Andrea Martin (guitar) Edited May 9, 2006 by Guest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted May 9, 2006 Report Share Posted May 9, 2006 And if California slides into the oceanThe way the mystics and statistics say it willI predict this motel will be standingUntil I pay my billAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted May 16, 2006 Report Share Posted May 16, 2006 The drunk kids, the catholicsThey’re all about the sameThey’re waiting for somethingHoping to be savedWell I have been happy the past couple daysJust thinking of the women who’ve taken your placeAnd every night I think I certainly won't ever sleep sober or aloneAnd then suddenly it occurs to meI've slept alone before youAnd so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can standAnd convince myself to lay back down againI’m gonna lay back down, I’m gonna lay back down againThe drunk kids, the catholicsThey're all about the sameThey’re waiting for somethingHoping to be savedThe drunk kids, the catholicsThey're all about the sameThey’re waiting for somethingHoping to be savedThe drunk kids, the catholicsThey're all about the sameThey’re waiting for somethingHoping to be savedThey crawl from the oceansTo paint in the cavesBut I’m working all weekendI need to get paidThey crawl from the oceansTo paint in the cavesBut I’m working all weekendI need to get paidThey crawl from the oceansTo paint in the cavesBut I’m working all weekendI need to get paidThey crawl from the oceansTo paint in the cavesBut I’m working all weekendI need to get paid Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted May 16, 2006 Report Share Posted May 16, 2006 Come back to lifeGive us a signWhen was it her heart stopped working tonight?Now's not the time to argueWho was the one giving out the linesSaturday night, everything fineUntil this problem did arriveWhat's there to do?Where's there to go?What should we say when the cops arriveCause we'll need an answer(Think of an answer!)It was hard to see this young girl dieBut not enough to bring a change in lifestyleTerrible to see a good friend dieBut not enough to bring a change in lifestyleCome back to lifeSave us the timeFrom having to calculate this lieTo ourselves, for our sakeI wish she would just open her eyesSaturday night, nothing's gone rightI'd say it is time to decideWhat's there to doClear out the houseAnd what will we say when her parents arrive?Cause we'll need an answer(Think of an answer!)It was hard to see this young girl dieBut not enough to bring a change in lifestyleTerrible to see a good friend dieBut not enough to bring a change in lifestyleNot enough to change ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 16, 2006 Report Share Posted May 16, 2006 Clark GuyDublin BluesI wish I was in Austin In the Chili Parlour Bar Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas And not carin' where you are But here I sit in Dublin Just rollin' cigarettes Holdin' back and chokin' back The shakes with every breath Forgive me all my anger Forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me For thinkin' what I thought I loved you from the git go I'll love you till I die I loved you on the Spanish steps The day you said goodbye I am just a poor boy Work's my middle name If money was a reason I would not be the same I'll stand up and be counted I'll face up to the truth I'll walk away from trouble But I can't walk away from you Forgive me all my anger Forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me For thinkin' what I thought I loved you from the git go I'll love you till I die I loved you on the Spanish steps The day you said goodbyeI have been to Fort Worth I have been to Spain I have been to proud To come in out of the rain I have seen the David I've seen the Mona Lisa too And I have heard Doc Watson Play Columbus Stockade Blues Forgive me all my anger Forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me For thinkin' what I thought I loved you from the git go I'll love you till I die I loved you on the Spanish steps The day you said goodbye Well,I wish I was in Austin In the Chili Parlour Bar Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas And not carin' where you are Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 22, 2006 Report Share Posted May 22, 2006 Drivin' Nails In My Coffin-Gerald IrbyMy sweetheart is gone and I'm so lonely.He said that he and I were through.So I started out drinkin' for pastime:Drivin' nails in my coffin over you. I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin,Every time I drink a bottle of booze.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin:Drivin' those nails over you.Ever since the day that we parted,I've been so sad and so blue.I'm always thinkin' of you, love,And I just can't quit drinkin' that old booze.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin,Ev'ry time I drink a bottle of booze.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin:Drivin' those nails over you.You turned me down, you don't want me.There's nothin' now I can lose.I'm just drivin' those nails in my coffin.An' worryin', my darlin', over you.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin,Ev'ry time I drink a bottle of booze.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin:Drivin' those nails over you.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin,Ev'ry time I drink a bottle of booze.I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin:Drivin' those nails over you. Listen: Performed by The Wilders Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted May 26, 2006 Report Share Posted May 26, 2006 I haven't touched the gardenSince the day she walked awayFrom a love affairThat bore only bitter fruitShe took everything she wantedWhich is why she left me hereWith these pots and pansAnd my old wedding suitAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 30, 2006 Report Share Posted May 30, 2006 I pave my own road, made my own bedI never get rest, so I'll sleep when I'm deadI hang out with the freaks til the break of dayI don't recommend it, but for me its a wayI got a honky tonk habitAnd I just can't stopIts in my blood, I should quitBut I like it alot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Smoke a big joint for JesusHe's knockin' at your doorBetter get up, and let Him inAnd roll up a couple more'Cause Jesus he did tell meThat's what that stuff is forThat's His Daddy lets it growAnd why His halo glowsAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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