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| Topic Started: May 24 2007, 07:51 PM (4,169 Views) | |
| jDELIGHT | Sep 10 2007, 05:43 PM Post #221 |
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Fun is the only noise you should hear
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Anyone know the fine storytelling, singing talents of Utah Phillips? OK, then, here we go...Moose Turd Pie! The worst job I ever had was working for the Pacific Railroad, doing a thing called "gandy-dancing." Now most of you know the railroad was built partially by Irish labor. Well, back then the workers would use this long handled shovel, made by the Gandy Shovel Company of Great Neck New York. Well, they'd shove one end of the shovel under a railroad tie, and then run out to the other end of the shovel, when they could find it, and do a little jig on it, and they called it "gandy-dancin'". This would lift the tie up so they could shove gravel under it, which would level the roadbed, so when the train came along, it wouldn't tip over, which would be a real drag for everyone. Well, nowadays, they run three cars out on the rail: a bunk car, an equipment car, and a mess car. The only thing they don't give you is a cook. The bosses figure you'll find out who the best cook is, and use him. Well, they were wrong. Y'see, they just find out who complains the loudest about the cooking, and he gets to be the cook. Well, that was me, see. Ol' aligator mouth. That was the worst food I'd ever had, and I complained about it. Things like "dog bottom pie" and "pheasant sweat." I thought it was garbage. So I complained. And everyone said, "Alright, you think you can do better? You're the cook." Well, that made me mad, see? But I knew, that anyone who complained about my cooking, they were gonna have to cook. Armed with that knowledge, I sallied forth, over the muddy river. I was walking along, and I saw just this hell of a big moose turd, I mean it was a real steamer! So I said to myself, "self, we're going to make us some moose turd pie." So I tipped that prairie pastry on its side, got my sh*t together, so to speak, and started rolling it down towards the cook car: flolump, flolump, flolump. I went in and made a big pie shell, and then I tipped that meadow muffin into it, laid strips of dough across it, and put a sprig of parsley on top. It was beautiful, poetry on a plate, and I served it up for dessert. Well, this big guy come into the mess car, I mean, he's about 5 foot forty, and he sets himself down like a fool on a stool, picked up a fork and took a big bite of that moose turd pie. Well he threw down his fork and he let out a bellow, "My God, that's moose turd pie!" "It's good though." |
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A 21-Skwerl Salute for the Dizzy Twirling Hippy Chick! "Your only true land based hope are aerodynamically correct goats." JT | |
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| ParrrrTay | Sep 11 2007, 09:46 AM Post #222 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Ride Captain Ride Seventy-three men sailed up From the San Francisco Bay, Rolled off of their ship And here's what they had to say. "We're callin' everyone to ride along To another shore, We can laugh our lives away and be free once more." But no one heard them callin', No one came at all, 'Cause they were too busy watchin' Those old raindrops fall. As a storm was blowin' Out on the peaceful sea, Seventy-three men sailed off To history. Ride, captain ride Upon your mystery ship, Be amazed at the friends You have here on your trip. Ride captain ride Upon your mystery ship, On your way to a world That others might have missed. Seventy-three men sailed up From the San Francisco Bay, Got off their ship And here's what they had to say. "We're callin' everyone to ride along To another shore, We can laugh our lives away And be free once more." Ride, captain ride Upon your mystery ship, Be amazed at the friends You have here on your trip. Ride, captain ride Upon your mystery ship, On your way to a world That others might have missed. Ride, captain ride Upon your mystery ship, Be amazed at the friends You have here on your trip. |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| jDELIGHT | Sep 12 2007, 10:58 PM Post #223 |
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Fun is the only noise you should hear
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Gomez How We Operate Calm down And get straight It's in our eyes It's how we operate You're true You are I'd apologize but it won't go very far Please come here Come right on over And when we collide we'll see what gets left over A little joy A little sorrow And a little pride so we won't have to borrow Wherever you lead, I'll follow Turn me inside out and upside down And try to see things my way Turn a new page, tear the old one out And I'll try to see things your way Please come here Please come on over There is no line that you can't step right over Without you well I'm left hollow So can we decide to try a little joy tomorrow 'Cos baby tonight I'll follow Turn me inside out and upside down And try to see things my way Turn a new page, tear the old one out And I'll try to see things your way The way that we've been speaking now I swear that we'd be friends, I swear 'Cos all these little deals go down with Little consequences, we share, we share Turn me inside out and upside down And try to see things my way Turn a new page, tear the old one out And I'll try to see things your way And I'm gonna love you anyway Try to see things your way Try to see things your way ================= And just because I'm a big mush... See the World Day to day Where do you want to be? 'cause now you're trying to pick a fight With everyone you meet You seem like a soldier Who's lost his composure You're wounded and playing a waiting game In no-man's land no-one's to blame See the world Find an old fashioned girl And when all's been said and done It's the things that are given, not won Are the things that you want Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene With nothing of significance Besides a shadow of a dream You sound like an old joke You're worn-out, a bit broke An' askin me time and time again When the answer's still the same See the world Find an old fashioned girl And when all's been said and done It's the things that are given, not won Are the things that you want You've got a chance to put things right So how's it going to be? Lay down your arms now And put us beyond doubt So reach out it's not too far away Don't mess around now, don't delay See the world Find an old fashioned girl And when all's been said and done It's the things that are given, not won Are the things that you want La la la-la la laaa La-la la la la laaa... |
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A 21-Skwerl Salute for the Dizzy Twirling Hippy Chick! "Your only true land based hope are aerodynamically correct goats." JT | |
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| jDELIGHT | Sep 12 2007, 11:14 PM Post #224 |
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Fun is the only noise you should hear
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Drive-by Truckers, by damn! This'ns fer Shay. Puttin' People on the Moon Mary Alice had a baby and he looked just like I did We got married on a Monday and I been working ever since Every week down at the Ford Plant but now they say they're shutting down Goddamned Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn Double Digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon While over there in Huntsville, They puttin' people on the moon So I took to runnin' numbers for this man I used to know And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by It's really tough to make a living but a man just got to try If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news? They too busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon Mary Alice quit askin' why I do the things I do I ain't sayin' that she likes it, but what else I'm gonna do? If I could solve the world's problems I'd probably start with hers and mine But they can put a man on the moon And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here Seems everyone I know is gettin' cancer every year And we can't afford no insurance, I been 10 years unemployed So she didn't get no chemo so our lives was destroyed And nothin' ever changes, the cemetery gets more full And now over there in Huntsville, even NASA's shut down too Another Joker in the White House, said a change was comin' round But I'm still workin' at The Wal Mart and Mary Alice, in the ground And all them politicians, they all lyin' sacks of sh*t They say better days upon us but I'm sucking left hind tit And the preacher on the TV says it ain't too late for me But I bet he drives a Cadillac and I'm broke with seven hungry mouths to feed I wish I'z still an outlaw, was a better way of life I could clothe and feed my family still have time to love my pretty wife And if you say I'm being punished. Ain't he got better things to do? Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on the moon Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on the moon |
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A 21-Skwerl Salute for the Dizzy Twirling Hippy Chick! "Your only true land based hope are aerodynamically correct goats." JT | |
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| Jack Tarr | Sep 19 2007, 10:44 AM Post #225 |
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Chief Twanger Plunker
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Once Upon a Time Rochell and the Candles Once upon a time A girl with moonlight in her eyes Put her hand in mine And said she loved me so. But that was once upon a time, Very long ago. Once upon a hill We sat beneath a willow tree, Counting all the stars And waiting for the dawn; But that was once upon a time, Now the tree is gone. How the breeze ruffled through her hair, How we always laughed as tho tomorrow wasnt there; We were young and didnt have a care. Where did it go? Once upon a time The world was sweeter than we knew. Evrything was ours, How happy we were then; But somehow once upon a time Never comes again. |
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| Liarg | Sep 20 2007, 05:53 AM Post #226 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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Bucky Covington A Different World We were born to mothers who smoked and drank Our cribs were covered in lead-based paint No childproof lids No seatbelts in cars Rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are Still here we are We got daddy's belt when we misbehaved Had three TV channels you got up to change No video games and no satellite All we had were friends and they were outside Playing outside It was a different life When we were boys and girls Not just a different time It was a different world School always started the same everyday the pledge of allegiance, then someone would pray not every kid made the team when they tried We got disappointed but that was alright We turned out alright It was a different life When we were boys and girls Not just a different time It was a different world No bottled water We'd drink from a garden hose And every Sunday, All the stores were closed. It was a different life When we were boys and girls Not just a different time It was a different world It was a different life When we were boys and girls Not just a different time It was a different world It was a different world |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| Rock-Onia | Sep 20 2007, 07:11 PM Post #227 |
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Stanley Cup Champ
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I just learned how to play this song, so I figure I'd share it. Too Much Talk In Tokyo-The Fratellis (yes, the lyrics are also in the Pubs of Parkplace thread, but this is a special occasion) Wishin' away all the hours and days In a dirty old room, with my stinky old case I said "I love you" she said "Behave" What a thing to say Yes but it's one two three four ten I never said I love you or I'll love you again I'll tell you why and you tell me when We can both go home I love her like a carcrash She loves me like a rag Me and my blue-eyes Came as no surprise Sunday brought me down Monday broke my heart I must be lonely Tokyo's only gonna confuse me I can't tell them apart Wishin' away all the hours and days by crackin' the wall in a hundred odd ways Please take me home I said I'll behave We can be there in less than a week And it's more than easy to say I'm a clown Sit there and laugh then just stand there and frown Baby doll is draggin' me down Though she's loveable as hell She loves me like a carcrash I love her like a rag Me and my blue-eyes Came as no surprise Sunday brought me down Monday broke my heart I must be lonely Tokyo's only gonna confuse me I can't tell them apart! |
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Minister of Doughnuts and Beer: Summer '07-Spring '08 Proud Battle Rifle wielding member of the He Man Woman Hater Club Matt Ricci And The Sometimes Y (my band) "You can't look dignified when you're having fun." | |
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| ParrrrTay | Sep 20 2007, 09:26 PM Post #228 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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RYAN ADAMS "Two" If you take me back Back to your place I'll try not to bother you I promise 'Cause it's cold in here And I wish it was hot The sink's broke, it's leaking from the faucet And i'm fractured from the fall And i wanna go home But it takes two when it used to take one It takes two when it used to take only one Well, my money's no good when i'm up to no good No good ever comes from it, honest I got a really good heart I just can't catch a break If i could i'd treat you like you wanted me to i promise But i'm fractured from the fall And i wanna go home I'm fractured from the fall And i wanna go home But it takes two when it used to take one It takes two when it used to take one It takes two when it used to take one It takes two when it used to take only one |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| jDELIGHT | Sep 21 2007, 12:29 AM Post #229 |
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Fun is the only noise you should hear
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^:wub:^ Christine Lavin, my hero Sensitive New Age Guy Okay everybody, it's time for a little sing-along, but just for you guys out there, all right? This is called "Sensitive New Age Guys" and wherever you are right now, riding in your car or lying on the beach with your Walkman on, please sing along on this song, it'll help you with your male bonding kind of thing. And to help you, I've rounded up every sensitive guy I could find in New York City tonight, so you just sing along with them, please, don't be shy! Who like to talk about their feelings? (Sensitive new age guys) Who's into crystals, into healing? (Sensitive new age guys) Who like to dress like Richard Simmons? (Sensitive new age guys) Who are hard to tell from women? (Sensitive new age guys) Who like to cry at weddings, who think "Rambo" is upsetting? Who tapes "Thirtysomething" on their VCR's? Who's got "Child on Board" stickers on their cars? Whose last names are hyphenated? (Sensitive new age guys) Who loved "Three Men and a Baby", a movie I hated? (Sensitive new age guys) Who's consciousness is constantly raising? (Sensitive new age guys) Yet whose tax-free income is amazing? (Sensitive new age guys) Who thinks that red meat is disgusting? Who's into UFO's, channelling, and dusting? Who believes us when we say we've got pre-menstrual syndrome? Who doesn't know who plays in the Seattle Kingdome? [Christine:]Lots of guys don't know who plays in the Seattle Kingdome... guys not into brutal, violent contact sports. Lets ask these sensitive guys right here... hey guys, do you know who plays in the Seattle Kingdome? [Guys:] (Mumble...mumble...) [Christine:] Ooo, good answer, good answer! Who likes music that's repetitious? (Sensitive new age guys) Who likes music that's repetitious?(Sensitive new age guys) Who's concerned about your orgasm? (trails off) [silence] [Christine:] Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, you guys said you'd help me out on this song...what's going on?! [Guys:] Well, we're sensitive, Christine -- but not THAT sensitive!) Well, I guess it's more important that they have 'em (Sensitive new age guys) Who carries the baby on his back? Who thinks Shirley McLaine is on the inside track? Who always sings on sing-alongs even when they Can't stand stupid sing-along songs? [Christine:] Well, yes, I could tell a lot of you guys out there really hated this song. Not all of you sang, but a lot of you did 'cause it was a sing-along and you didn't want to hurt my feelings. 'Cause you know what that's like...'cause you've had your feelings hurt so many times, 'cause you're so sensitive! Yes, you're sensitive... (New age guys!) [Guys:] Christine, I... I think I found my R-spot. [Christine:]Thanks for sharing, dude. |
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A 21-Skwerl Salute for the Dizzy Twirling Hippy Chick! "Your only true land based hope are aerodynamically correct goats." JT | |
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| jDELIGHT | Sep 24 2007, 07:49 PM Post #230 |
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Gogol Bordello Start Wearing Purple (even though i'm tired of this song, the lyrics really stick with me) Start wearing purple wearing purple Start wearing purple for me now All your sanity and wits they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time... So yeah, ha Start wearing purple wearing purple (da da da da da) Start wearing purple for me now All your sanity and wits they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time... I've known you since you were a twenty, and I was twenty, and thought that some years from now a purple little little lady will be perfect for dirty old and useless clown... So yeah, ha Start wearing purple wearing purple (da da da da da) Start wearing purple for me now All your sanity and wits they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time... So yeah, I know it all from Diogenes to Foucault from Lozgechkin to Passepartout I ja kljanus obostzav dva paltza schto muziko poshla ot Zzukov Mu!... Party! Start wearing purple wearing purple (da da da da da) Start wearing purple for me now Start wearing purple for me now! All your sanity and wits they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time... So Vio-Vio-Violetta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja! Eh podayte nam karetu, votetu, i mi poedem k ebenjam! So yeah, ah start wearing purple wearing purple Start wearing purple for me now All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time!... |
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A 21-Skwerl Salute for the Dizzy Twirling Hippy Chick! "Your only true land based hope are aerodynamically correct goats." JT | |
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| Jack Tarr | Sep 25 2007, 12:53 PM Post #231 |
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The Party Phil Ochs The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early, Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords. Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks how are you as she offers them a drink, The Countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink. And she promises to talk to you, if you promise not to think. And my shoulders had to shrug, as I crawled beneath the rug And retuned my piano. The Beauty of the hour is blazing in the present, She surrounds herself with those who would surrender. Floating in her flattery she's a trophy-prize, caressed. Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them, Blind each other blinder than a sandbox. All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns, A challenge shakes the chandliers, the selfish swords are drawn. To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. They travel to the table, the host is served for supper, And they pass each other down for salt and pepper. And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine, Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine. Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying: Darling you tasted divine. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure. She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her. Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair. And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears. Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionaire. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone, Searching for one hundred and eleven. And he's charming as a cherub as he leads you to his web, Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head. Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The party must be over, even the Losers are leaving. But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind: So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss, And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed. There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. |
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| ParrrrTay | Oct 7 2007, 02:37 PM Post #232 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Lifehouse - Broken The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing With a broken heart that's still beating In the pain is there is healing In your name I find meaning So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on I'm barely holdin' on to you The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead I still see your reflection inside of my eyes That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing with a broken heart that's still beating In the pain is there is healing In your name I find meaning So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on I'm barely holdin' on to you I'm handin' on another day Just to see what you will throw my way And I'm handing on to the words you say You said that I will be ok The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| hudson bay | Oct 7 2007, 06:58 PM Post #233 |
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Cat Stevens - Sitting Oh I'm on my way I know I am, somewhere not so far from here All I know is all I feel right now, I feel the power growing in my hair Sitting on my own not by myself, everybody's here with me I don't need to touch your face to know, I don't need to use my eyes to see I keep on wondering if I sleep too long, will I always wake up the same (or so)? I keep on wondering if I sleep to long, will I even wake up again or something Oh I'm on my way I know I am, but times there were when I thought not Bleeding half my soul in bad company, I thank the moon I had the strength to stop I'm not making love to anyone's wishes, only for that light I see 'Cause when I'm dead and lowered low in my grave, that's gonna be the only thing that's left of me And if I make it to the waterside, will I even find me a boat (or so)? And if I make it lo the waterside, I'll be surely write you a note or something Oh I'm on my way I know I am, somewhere not so far from here All I know is all I feel right now, I feel the power growing In my hair Oh life is like a maze of doors and they all open from the side you're on Just keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may You're going to wind up where you started from You're going to wind up where you started from |
| Creativity is intelligence having fun - Albert Einstein | |
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| ParrrrTay | Oct 8 2007, 09:43 AM Post #234 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Grace Potter and The Nocturnals - "Falling Or Flying" We got lost again Drove to the end of a road And a red aced man Taught us to do what we're told And on the 23rd night Things ain't bad but things ain't right Are we falling or flying Are we falling or flying Are we living or dying I guess we'll never know The air's so heavy It could drown a butterfly If it flew too high And i get the feeling That the truck driver ain't shy Cause he's looking at me but nowhere near my eyes And on the 35th morning Things ain't good but things ain't boring Are we falling or flying Are we falling or flying Are we living or dying I guess we'll never know Sometimes it's hard to tell If there's a life behind a song But i know tomorrow Today won't feel so long Cause on the 42nd night The room was dark but the stage was bright Are we falling or flying Are we falling or flying Are we living or dying Cause my friend this too shall pass So play every show like it's your last |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Jack Tarr | Oct 8 2007, 12:16 PM Post #235 |
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For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her Simon & Garfunkel What I dream I had: Pressed in organdy; Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy; Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets Down past the shop displays. I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alley ways, As I walked on. And when you ran to me Your cheeks flushed with the night. We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight, I held your hand. And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears. Oh I love you, girl. Oh, I love you. |
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| hudson bay | Oct 18 2007, 07:02 PM Post #236 |
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Team Captain
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America - "Rainy Day" Whenever it's a rainy day I pack my troubles up in my room I chase all the clouds away I get myself back to the womb But I know that you're gonna cry Tears are runnin' from your eyes The piece of my life you take Is one that so often breaks Whenever you are miles away I think of you the way you are Your shining lips, your auburn hair And then it don't seem quite so far Well I know that you're gonna cry Tears are runnin' from your eyes The piece of my life you take Is one that so often breaks Well I know that you're gonna cry Tears are runnin' from your eyes The piece of my life you take Is one that so often breaks |
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| Lady Sammi | Oct 23 2007, 02:09 PM Post #237 |
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How Far We've Come Matchbox 20 (Hello, hello, hello) I’m waking up at the start of the end of the world But it's feeling just like every other morning before Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and I Started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time? But I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Well I believe it all is coming to an end Oh well, I guess we're gonna pretend Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know And I can't remember caring for an hour or so Started crying and I couldn't stop myself I started running but there's no where to run to I sat down on the street, took a look at myself Said where you going man, you know the world is headed for hell? Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come (right now) Let's see how far we've come Well I, believe it all is coming to an end Oh well, I guess we're gonna pretend Let's see how far we've come (oh yeah) Let's see how far we've come It's gone, gone, baby it's all gone There's no one on the corner and there's no one at home Well it was cool, cool, it was just all cool Now it's over for me, and it's over for you It's gone, gone, baby its all gone There's no one on the corner and there's no one at home Well it was cool, cool, it was just all cool Now it's over for me and it's over for you I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well I guess we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come (oh yeah) Let's see how far we've come Well I, believe it all is coming to an end Oh well, I guess we're gonna pretend Let's see how far we've come (oh yeah) Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come |
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| babypanda | Nov 16 2007, 11:06 PM Post #238 |
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Twavelling!
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The Candy Man Lyrics (Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley) (Candy man) (Hey, Candy man) Alright everybody gather 'round The Candy Man is here What kind of candy do you want Sweet choc'late Choc'late malted candy Gum drops Anything you want You've come to the right man 'Cause I'm the Candy Man Who can take a sunrise (who can take a sunrise) Sprinkle it with dew (sprinkle it with dew) Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two The Candy Man (the Candy Man) Oh, the Candy Man can (the Candy Man can) The Candy Man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good (Makes the world taste good) Who can take a rainbow (who can take a rainbow) Wrap it in a sigh (wrap it in a sigh) Soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie The Candy Man (the Candy Man) The Candy Man can (the Candy Man can) The Candy Man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good (Makes the world taste good) (The Candy Man makes everything he bakes) (Satisfying and delicious) Now you talk about your childhood wishes You can even eat the dishes Oh, who can take tomorrow (who can take tomorrow) Dip it in a dream (dip it in a dream) Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream The Candy Man (the Candy Man) Oh, the Candy Man can (the Candy Man can) The Candy Man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good (Makes the world taste good) (The Candy Man makes everything he bakes) (Satisfying and delicious) Talk about your childhood wishes You can even eat the dishes Yeah, yeah, yeah Who can take tomorrow (who can take tomorrow) Dip it in a dream (dip it in a dream) Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream The Candy Man (the Candy Man) The Candy Man can (the Candy Man can) The Candy Man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good (Makes the world taste good) Yes, the Candy Man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good (Makes the world taste good) A-Candy Man, a-Candy Man, a-Candy Man (Makes the world taste good) A-Candy Man, a-Candy Man, a-Candy Man (Makes the world taste good) A-Candy Man, a-Candy Man, a-Candy Man |
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| Liarg | Nov 28 2007, 06:10 AM Post #239 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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NICKLEBACK "Far Away" This time, This place Misused, Mistakes Too long, Too late Who was I to make you wait Just one chance Just one breath Just in case there's just one left 'Cause you know, you know, you know That I love you I have loved you all along And I miss you Been far away for far too long I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore One my knees, I'll ask Last chance for one last dance 'Cause with you, I'd withstand All of hell to hold your hand I'd give it all I'd give for us Give anything but I won't give up 'Cause you know, you know, you know So far away Been far away for far too long So far away Been far away for far too long But you know, you know, you know I wanted I wanted you to stay 'Cause I needed I need to hear you say That I love you I have loved you all along And I forgive you For being away for far too long So keep breathing 'Cause I'm not leaving Hold on to me and, never let me go |
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| Rock-Onia | Dec 18 2007, 08:59 PM Post #240 |
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Stanley Cup Champ
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Just learned this song (sorta) Foo Fighters-Learn To Fly Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right Hook me up a new revolution Cause this one is a lie We sat around laughing and watched the last one die And I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly I think I'm done nursing the patience It couldn’t wait one night I'd give it all away if you give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything is alright... I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life (sign of life) Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying (tired of trying) Make my way back home when I learn to I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to… (Learn to, learn to, learn, to learn to…) |
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Minister of Doughnuts and Beer: Summer '07-Spring '08 Proud Battle Rifle wielding member of the He Man Woman Hater Club Matt Ricci And The Sometimes Y (my band) "You can't look dignified when you're having fun." | |
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