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| Almonaster | Aug 5 2012, 11:24 AM Post #541 |
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Wicked Game - Chris Isaacs. The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you. No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you (This world is only gonna break your heart) What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you, No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart) (This world is only gonna break your heart) Nobody loves no one. |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| Almonaster | Aug 6 2012, 05:36 AM Post #542 |
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In My Secret Life - Katie Melua I saw you this morning, You were moving so fast. Can't seem to loosen my grip, On the past. And I miss you so much, There's no one in sight. And we're still making love, In my secret life. I smile when I'm angry. I cheat and I lie. I do what I have to do, To get by. But I know what is wrong, And I know what is right. And I'd die for the truth, In my secret life. Hold on, hold on, my brother, My sister, hold on tight. I finally got my orders, I'll be marching through the morning. Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders, Of my secret life. Looked through the paper, Makes you want to cry. Nobody cares if the people, Live or die. And the dealer wants you thinking, That it's either black or white. Thank God it's not that simple, In my secret life. I bite my lip. I buy what I'm told. From the latest hit, To the wisdom of old. But I'm always alone, And my heart is like ice. And it's crowded and cold, In my secret life |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| ParrrrTay | Oct 27 2012, 07:49 AM Post #543 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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The Civil Wars If I Didn't Know Better lyrics If I didn't know better I'd hang my hat right there If I didn't know better I'd follow you up the stairs Stop saying those sweet things you know I like to hear The horns are blowing louder and they're destroying me Why do I keep drinking Wasting my time on you If I didn't know better Well damnit I do There's a hole in what you're saying I can plainly see You have a lover that's waiting but baby you're right Here with me Ooh, you might as well be the devil Oh, keeping me out past three Oh, you're the one with that apple so baby you can't Blame me Why don't you keep drinking Get me one night with you If I didn't know better Well damnit I do You know that I do Oh, baby you're right here with me Oh, baby you know http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ta_NFLtu920 |
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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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| ParrrrTay | Oct 27 2012, 08:33 AM Post #544 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Fade into you If I was the red and you were the blue I could just fade into you, I could just fade into you. If you were a window And I was the rain I’d pour myself out And wash off the pain I’d fall like a tear So your light could shine through Then I’d just fade into you In your heart in your head in your arms in your bed under your skin There is no way to know where you end and where I begin I was a shadow and you were a street The cobblestone midnight is where we first meet Till the lights flickered out We dance with the moon Then I’d just fade into you If I was just ashes and you were the ground And under your willow They laid me down They’ll be no chance — After I fade into you I only wanna go when you move I wanna breathe when you breathe then I wanna fade into you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdFCxsToVpo |
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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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| Almonaster | Jan 31 2013, 10:13 PM Post #545 |
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Woody Guthrie - Goin' down the Road I'm blowin' down this old dusty road, I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way. I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. I'm a-goin' where the dust storms never blow, I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Yes, they say I'm a dust bowl refugee, They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. My children need three square meals a day, Now, my children need three square meals a day, My children need three square meals a day, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. Your a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Yes, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. I'm a-goin' down this old dusty road, I'm blowin' down this old dusty road, I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| ParrrrTay | Jun 27 2013, 08:27 PM Post #546 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Just Give Me A Reason - Pink ft. Nate Ruess Right from the start, you were a thief, You stole my heart and I your willing victim I let you see the parts of me That weren't all that pretty. And with every touch You fixed them. Now, you've been talking in your sleep Oh oh, things you never say to me Oh oh, tell me that you've had enough Of our love, our love. Just give me a reason, Just a little bit's enough Just a second, we're not broken Just bent and we can learn to love again. it's in the stars, It's been written in the scars on our hearts We're NOT broken Just bent and we can learn to love again. I'm sorry I don't understand where All of this is coming from. I thought that we were fine, (Oh, we had everything) Your head is running wild again My dear, we still have everything And it's all in your mind. (Yeah, but this is happenin') You've been having real bad dreams Oh oh, you use to lie so close to me Oh oh, there's nothing more than empty sheets Between our love, our love Ooooh, our love, our love. Just give me a reason, Just a little bit's enough Just a second, we're not broken Just bent and we can learn to LOVE again. I never stopped It's still written in the scars on my heart You're NOT broken Just bent and we can learn to love again. Oh, tear ducts and rust I'll fix it for us We're collecting dust, But our love's enough. You're holding it in, You're pouring a drink No, nothing is as bad as it seems. We'll come clean! Just give me a reason, Just a little bit's enough Just a second, we're not broken Just bent and we can learn to LOVE again. It's in the stars It's been written in the scars on our hearts That We're NOT broken Just bent and we can learn to love again. Just give me a reason, Just a little bit's enough Just a second, we're not broken Just bent and we can learn to LOVE again. Oh, it's in the stars It's still written in the scars on our hearts That We're NOT broken Just bent and we can learn to love again. Ooh, we can learn to love again Ooh, we can learn to love again Oh, that we're not broken Just bent and we can learn to love again |
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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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| Almonaster | Oct 2 2013, 05:24 PM Post #547 |
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For Shelter. Lyrics by Runrig. The old boys Are all leaving Leaving one by one Where young birds go flying Spread your wings and run But over the fields By the drystone walls An eagle will come no more Welcome Were the headlands St. Valery behind No medals worth wasting On memories of sand But sweet is the breeze Over Raasay The morning awaits you there What kind Of heroes Here for us now Where leaders, stone preachers Minnows on flow But low hang the lights Over Viewfield And this night will day see no more The old boys Are all leaving Leaving one by one Where young birds go flying Spread your wings and run But over the fields By the drystone walls An eagle will come no more |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| ParrrrTay | Aug 31 2014, 09:46 AM Post #548 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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'Whiskey Lullaby' - Brad Paisley, Alison Krauss She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind Until the night He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away her memory Life is short, but this time it was bigger Than the strength he had to get up off his knees We found him with his face down in the pillow With a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die.' And when we buried him beneath the willow The angels sang a whiskey lullaby La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath She finally drank her pain away a little at a time But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind Until the night She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away his memory Life is short, but this time it was bigger Than the strength she had to get up off her knees We found her with her face down in the pillow Clinging to his picture for dear life We laid her next to him beneath the willow While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa |
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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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| Almonaster | Sep 26 2014, 11:11 AM Post #549 |
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True Colours - Cyndi Lauper You with the sad eyes Don't be discouraged Oh, I realize It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness there inside you Makes you feel so small But I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors Are beautiful like a rainbow Show me a smile then Don't be unhappy Can't remember when I last saw you laughing If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear Just call me up Because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors Your true colors Are beautiful like a rainbow Can't remember when I last saw you laughing If this world makes you crazy You've taken all you can bear Just call me up Because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors True colors are shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors Are beautiful like a rainbow |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| ParrrrTay | Nov 6 2014, 06:53 AM Post #550 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Miranda Lambert – Automatic Quarter in a payphone Drying laundry on the line Watching Sun Tea in the window Pocket Watch tellin' time Seems like only yesterday, I'd get a blank cassette Record the country countdown, 'cause I couldn't buy it yet If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress We’d take along a Rand Mcnally, stand in line to pay for gas God knows that shifting gears ain’t what it used to be I learned to drive that 55 just like a queen, three on a tree Hey whatever happened to, waitin' your turn Doing it all by hand, cause when everything is handed to you It's all only worth as much as the time you put in In all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became, automatic If you had something to say You'd write it on a piece of paper Then you put a stamp on it And they'd get it three days later Boys would call the girls And girls would turn them down Staying married was the only way to work your problems out Hey whatever happened to, waitin' your turn Doing it all by hand, cause when everything is handed to you It's all only worth as much as the time you put in In all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became, automatic Automatic Let's put the windows down Windows with the cranks Come on let's take a picture The kind you gotta shake Hey whatever happened to, waitin' your turn Doing it all by hand, cause when everything is handed to you It's all only worth as much as the time you put in In all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became, automatic, automatic |
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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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| Almonaster | Jan 21 2015, 05:45 AM Post #551 |
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Sally called when she got the word, And she said: "I suppose you've heard - About Alice". When I rushed to the window, And I looked outside, And I could hardly believe my eyes - As a big limousine rolled up Into Alice's drive... Oh, I don't know why she's leaving, Or where she's gonna go, I guess she's got her reasons, But I just don't want to know, 'Cos for twenty-four years I've been living next door to Alice. (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance, To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance, Now I've got to get used to not living next door to Alice... (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) We grew up together, Two kids in the park, We carved our initials, Deep in the bark, Me and Alice. Now she walks through the door, With her head held high, Just for a moment, I caught her eye, As a big limousine pulled slowly Out of Alice's drive. Oh, I don't know why she's leaving, Or where she's gonna go, I guess she's got her reasons, But I just don't want to know, 'Cos for twenty-four years I've been living next door to Alice. (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance, To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance, Now I gotta get used to not living next door to Alice... (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) And Sally called back and asked how I felt, And she said: "I know how to help - Get over Alice". She said: "Now Alice is gone, But I'm still here, You know I've been waiting For twenty-four years..." And a big limousine dissapeared... I don't know why she's leaving, Or where she's gonna go, I guess she's got her reasons, But I just don't want to know, 'Cos for twenty-four years I've been living next door to Alice. (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance, To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance, But I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice... (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) Now I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice... (Alice who the fuck is Alice?) |
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| ParrrrTay | Apr 14 2015, 04:50 PM Post #552 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Country boy's world - Jason Aldean She was raised up in Jersey I said oh Lord have mercy Never seen a one light town 'til she moved down here She said I'm so bored out of my mind Need a Starbucks and a wifi Or a jet airliner to fly me anywhere I said do you wanna take a drive in my truck Don't pay no mind to that 12 point buck Laid across my hood You ever been to... Rome Georgia Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee Been to Florence Alabama Drank muscadine wine Just give me a chance to change your mind So before you go and fly away girl Let me show you 'round a country boy's world Somewhere between there on a dirt road When I rolled down my window She smelled the scent of wildflowers on the summer wind With just a bite of homeade ice cream And a glass of Momma's sweet tea This ol' holler's got a way of makin' friends She'd never seen a glowin' field of fireflies Or the twinkle of a star in a southern sky She fell in love We went down to... Rome Georgia Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee Went to Florence Alabama Drank muscadine wine She gave me a chance and I made her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy'd world Oooh now she's riding shotgun Sayin' baby let's run wild And go down to... Rome Georgia Pick peaches off the trees Climb the water tower in Paris Tennessee Goto Florence Alabama Drink muscadine wine She gave me a chance and I made her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy's world |
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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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| Matilda Love | Apr 17 2015, 05:58 PM Post #553 |
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Of Monsters And Men: “Crystals” Lost in skies of powdered gold Caught in clouds of silver ropes Showered by the empty hopes As I tumble down, falling fast to the ground I know I'll wither so peel away the bark Because nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see it all so clear Cover your crystal eyes And feel the tones that tremble down your spine Cover your crystal eyes And let your colours bleed and blend with mine Making waves in pitch black sand Feel the salt dance on my hands Raw and charcoal coloured thighs feel so cold And my skin feels so paper-thin I know I'll wither so peel away the bark Because nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see it all so clear Cover your crystal eyes And feel the tones that tremble down your spine Cover your crystal eyes And let your colours bleed and blend with mine But I'm okay in see-through skin I forgive what is within Because I'm in this house I'm in this home All my time Cover your crystal eyes And feel the tones that tremble down your spine Cover your crystal eyes And let your colours bleed and blend with mine |
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| Liarg | Apr 28 2015, 08:30 AM Post #554 |
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If I Stand by Rich Mullins There's more that rises in the morning than the sun And more that shines in the night than just the moon There's more than just this fire here that keeps me warm In a shelter that is larger than this room And there's a loyalty that's deeper than mere sentiments And a music higher than the songs that I can sing Stuff of Earth competes for the allegiance I owe only to the Giver of all good things So if I stand let me stand on the promise that you will pull me through And if I can't, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You So if I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home And there's more that dances on the prairies than the wind And more that pulses in the ocean than the tide There's a love that's fiercer than the love between friends More gentle than a mother's when her baby's at her side And there's a loyalty that's deeper than mere sentiments And a music higher than the songs that I can sing The stuff of Earth competes for the allegiance I owe only to the Giver of all good things So if I stand let me stand on the promise that You will pull me through And if I can't let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You And if I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home So if I stand let me stand on the promise You will pull me through And if I can't let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You And if I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for home |
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| Liarg | Apr 29 2015, 08:39 AM Post #555 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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Eric Church I Love Your Love the Most I Love Sleeping In On Saturdays And I Love College Football Games I Love Not Acting My Age And A Good Barbeque Yeah I'm A Fan of Faulkner Books And Anything My Mama Cooks Small Mouth Bass Have Got Me Hooked On Sunday Afternoon Yes I Love Good Cold Beer And Mustard On My Fries I Love A Good Loud Honky Tonk That Rocks On Friday Night And Hell Yes I Love My Truck But I Want You To Know Honey I Love Your Love The Most Man I Love How Redman Taste And Damn I Love My Nascar Race Any Song Sung By George Strait Is Country At It's Best Yes I Love Good Cold Beer And Mustard On My Fries I Love A Good Loud Honky Tonk That Rocks On Friday Night And Hell Yes I Love My Truck But I Want You To Know Honey I Love Your Love The Most I Love Yeah I Love Scuffed Up Cowboy Boots And Broken Tore Up Jeans A Four Wheel Drive Eight Point Bucks And Rocky Road Ice Cream And Hell Yes I Love My Dog And Jack D In My Coke But Honey I Love Your Love Yeah I Love Your Love The Most |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| Almonaster | Apr 29 2015, 08:53 AM Post #556 |
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Paint it Black - The Rolling stones. I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up, when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm I want to see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I want to see the sun, blotted out from the sky I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black Yeah! Hmm, hmm, hmm |
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| Liarg | Apr 29 2015, 09:02 AM Post #557 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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Nice Al, one of my favorite stones songs.. here's another Sympathy for the Devil Please allow me to introduce myself: I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year; stole many man's soul and faith I was 'round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you -- hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers; Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank Pleased to meet you -- hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee while your kings and queens Fought for ten decades for the gods they made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all, it was you and me Let me please introduce myself: I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay Pleased to meet you -- hope you guess my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah Get down, baby Pleased to meet you -- hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy Have some sympathy and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste Mmm, yeah Pleased to meet you -- hope you guessed my name, mmm, yeah But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game Mmm, mean it, get down Tell me baby, what's my name? Tell me honey, can 'ya guess my name? Tell me baby, what's my name? I tell you one time, you're to blame What's my name? Tell me baby, what's my name? Tell me sweetie, what's my name? |
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| Almonaster | Apr 29 2015, 11:16 AM Post #558 |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| Almonaster | Aug 13 2015, 06:02 PM Post #559 |
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Metallica - the struggle within. Reaching out for something you've got to feel While clutching to what you had thought was real Kicking at a dead horse pleases you No way of showing your gratitude S-s-so many things you don't want to do What is it? What have you got to lose What the hell? What the hell? What is that you think you're gonna find? Hypocrite, hypocrite Boredom sets into the boring mind Struggle within, it suits you fine Struggle within, your ruined Struggle within, you seal your own coffin Struggle within, the struggling within Home is not a home it becomes a hell Turning it into your prison cell Advantages are taken, not handed out While you struggle inside your hell Reaching out, reaching out Grabbing for something you've got to feel Closing in, closing in The pressure upon you is so unreal Struggle within, it suits you fine Struggle within, your ruined Struggle within, you seal your own coffin Struggle within, struggling within Struggle Don't Reaching out for something you've got to feel While clutching to what you had thought was real What the hell? What is you think you're gonna find? Hypocrite, boredom sets into the boring mind Struggle within, it suits you fine Struggle within, your ruined Struggle within, you seal your own coffin Struggle within, the struggling within |
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| Almonaster | Aug 25 2015, 02:56 PM Post #560 |
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Larkhall - Peter Nardini The trees grow tall abune the wall that keeps oot all the killjoys, and keeps in all the cowboys, The main street winds roon narrow minds but it takes all kinds of people, some even go tae chapel, Bigotry pours oot the drains like blue blood runs through the veins of princes, and on Sundays, Everybody goes tae church, it disnae cost them very much tae worship, when the pubs are shut. And they tell me that yince you’re ower the wall, It really isnae a’ that bad at all, and a Free Mason can really have a ball, in Larkhall, up in Larkhall. Drums and flutes, mairchin’ boots, purple suits and banners, and that’s juts the toon planners, Songs are sung of battles won by every Loyal son and daughter, lambs tae the slaughter, When everybody walks in pairs and every step they take declares their hatred, naethin is sacred, God wears a fitba’ scarf and the sun sets like an orange sash in the distance, but they’re a’ good Christians. And they tell me that yince you’re ower the wall, it really isnae a that bad at all as long as yer name’s no John Paul, in Larkhall, up in Larkhall. The grass is green but it’s always been and even the Queen of England cannae change it, but ye can always paint it, The pavement too would look bran’ new red white and blue, just like the pailin’s aroon the playground, Where children learns what’s richt from wrang frae the words they see spray painted on the buildings, and then their ain children, grow up jist the very same wi an attitude that’s never changed for decades, it’s jist a wee place. But they tell me that yince you’re ower the wall, It really isnae a’ that bad at all and the distance tae the moon is very small, in Larkhall, up in Larkhall. |
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