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Always loved that one too, WI.
I later heard that she wrote that song based on letters she received from a stalker...the SOB then dared to sue her for stealing his words without paying royalities... Read the words again in that context, & see if that doesn't put a double shiver down your spine... |
Feelin' more mellow today...kinda in the mood for some Tony Bennet.
I don't need your photograph To keep by my bed Your picture is always in my head. I don't need your portrait To call you to mind For sleeping or waking I find: The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem, To me, you're everything. The mere idea of you, The longing here for you, You'll never know how slow the moments go 'Till I'm near to you. I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you The very thought of you, my love. The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. The mere idea of you The longing here for you You'll never know how slow the moments go 'Till I'm near to you. I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you The very thought of you The very thought of you The very thought of you, my love. |
Nope, not mellow for me today. Been waiting for this day for too long!
Go Cubs Go!!! -- By Steve Goodman Baseball season's underway Well you better get ready for a brand new day. Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! They're singin' Go Cubs Go!!! Go Cubs Go!!! Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! Go Cubs Go!!! Go Cubs Go!!! Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! They got the power, They got the speed, To be the best in the National League. Well this is the year and the Cubs are real. So come on down to Wrigley Field! We're singin' now, Go Cubs Go!!! Go Cubs Go!!! Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! Go Cubs Go!!! Go Cubs Go!!! Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! Baseball time is here again, And you can catch it all on WGN. So stamp your feet and clap your hands. Chicago Cubs got the greatest fans! Here 'em singin' now, Go Cubs Go!!! Go Cubs Go!!! Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! Go Cubs Go!!! Go Cubs Go!!! Hey Chicago, what do ya say? The Cubs are gonna win today! |
Frank Zappa - Titties & Beer
It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain't shinin' 'Cause the sky's too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin' 'Long the aide of me I'm mean 'n I'm bad, y'know I ain't no sissy Got a big titty girly by the name of Chrissy Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me . . . 'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, mystery I noticed even the crickets Was actin' weird up here So I figured I might Just drink a little beer I said, "Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on . . " But there was no reply 'Cause she was gone . . . "Where's those titties I like so well, 'n' my godam beer!" Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil , . . He's about this big , . . He had a red suit on An' a widow's peak An' then a pointed tail 'N like a sulphur reek Yes, it was him awright, I swear I knowed it was He had some human flesh Stuck underneath his claws You know, it looked to me Like it was titty skin I said, "You sonofabifch!" 'Cause I was mad at him. Well he just got out the floss 'N started cleanin' his fang So I shot him with my shooter. Said: BANG BANG BANG The sucker just laughed 'n said, "Put it away . . . You know, I ate her all up . . . now what you gonna say?" YOU ATE MY CHRISSY? "Yeah! titties 'n all!" WHAT ABOUT THE BEER THEN? "Were the cans this tall?" EVEN HER BOOTS? "Would I lie to you?" SHIT, YOU MUSTA BEEN HUNGRY! "Yes, this is true'. 'WELL DON'T THEY PAY Y'ALL GOOD FOR THE STUFF THAT YOU DO? "I can't complain when the checks come through . . '' WELL I WANT MY CHRISSY, 'N I WANT MY BEER SO YOU JUST BARF IT BACK UP NOW, DEVIL, DO YOU HEAR! "Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I am fhe Devil, Do you understand? Just what will you give me for your titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little contract here , . '' YER GODDAM RIGHT, YOU SON-OF-A-WHORE, THAT'S ABOUT THE ONLY REASON I LEARNED WRITIN' FOR . . . GIMME THAT PAPER ... BET YER ASS I'LL SIGN . . . 'CAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY- SQUEEZIN' TIME! "You can't fool me, man . . . you ain't that bad . . . I mean you shoulda seen some of fhe souls I had . . . Why there was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew too . . . 'n both of fhose suckers was worse 'n you . . "WELL, LET'S MAKE A DEAL IF YOU THINK THAT'S TRUE I MEAN, YOU'RE THE DEVIL SO ... WHATCHA GONNA DO? (improvised dialog) "No! Don't sign it! Give me time to think ... I mean ... hold on a minute, boy . . . that's Magic Ink!" And then the Devil puked 'N out jumped m'girl They heard the titties PLOP-PLOPPIN' All around the world, she said: "I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N A FIST FULLA DOWNS, AN' I'M GONNA GET WRECKED, SO FUCK YOU CLOWNS!" And then she gave us the finger, It was rigid 'n stiff, That's when the Devil, he farted An' she went right over the cliff The Devil was mad took off to my pad I swear I do declare! How did she get back there? I swear I do declare! How did she get back there? etc. repeat |
Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore.
Same as my daddy and his daddy's before. You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here. He'd only come to town about twice a year. To buy a hundred pounds o' yeast and some copper line. Everybody knew that he made moonshine. Now, the revenuer man wanted granddaddy bad. Headed up the holler with everything he had. Before my time, but I've been told. He never come back from Copperhead Road. Granddaddy ran whisky in a big black Dodge. Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge. "Johnson County Sheriff" painted on the side. Just shot coat of primer, then he looked inside. Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down. I still remember that rumbling sound. Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night. Heard momma crying, knew something wasn't right. He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load. You could smell the whisky burning down Copperhead Road. I volunteered for the army on my birthday. They draft the white trash first round here anyway. I done two tours of duty in Viet Nam. I came home with a brand new plan. I'd take the seeds from Columbia and Mexico. I just planted up a holler down Copperhead Road. Now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air. I wake up screamin' like I'm back over there. I learned a thing or two from Charlie, don't you know. You better stay away from Copperhead Road. |
Ying Yang Twins :D
*whispers* Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear Tell you sunthing that you might like to hear You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can And im known to be a real nasty man And they say a closed mouth dont get fed So I dont mind asking for head You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed And you can start usin' yo head You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough Switch the positions and ready to get down to business So you can see what you've been missin' You might had some but you never had none like this Just wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Imma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Imma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up You fine, but I aint gone sweat ya See I wanna fuck, tell me whats up Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth Put my dick in, take your thumb out There might be a lil kosher to deal with Wet ? hope they dont spill shit I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work Wanna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelin's hurt Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck a bitch on da counter make the Place fall mats On the floor she aint screamin she a nut so they crack Crack...crack Fuck that bend over imma give you the dick Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Imma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick Imma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up (OOOOOOOH!) |
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This seems like a good one for today.
Flirtin' With Disaster by Molly Hatchet I'm travelin' down the road, I'm flirtin' with disaster. I've got the pedal to the floor, My life is running faster. I'm out of money, I'm out of hope, It looks like self destruction. Well how much more can we take, With all of this corruption. Been flirtin' with disaster, Ya'll know what I mean. And the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself or, What you want to be - YEAH. When we gamble with our time, We choose our destiny. Chorus: I'm travelin' down that lonesome road. Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load. Yeah! I've tried to turn my head away, Feels about the same most every day. Speeding down the fast lane, Playin' from town to town. The boys and I have been burnin' it up, Can't seem to slow it down. I've got the pedal to the floor, Our lives are runnin' faster, Got our sights set straight ahead, But ain't sure what we're after. Flirtin' with disaster, Ya'll know what I mean. You know the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself or, What you plan to be - Yea!! When we gamble with our time, We choose our destiny. Chorus: Yeah!! We're travelin' down that lonesome road. Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load. Don't try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. Flirtin' with disaster, baby, Ya'll know what I mean. You know the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself or, What you plan to be - Yea!! When we gamble with our time, We choose our destiny. Chorus: Yeah!! We're travelin' down that lonesome road. Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load. Don't try to turn my head away, I'm flirtin' with disaster every day. |
Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart tell me why You are still so afraid? Where's the fire, what's the hurry about? You better cool it off before you burn it out You got so much to do and only So many hours in a day But you know that when the truth is told That you can get what you want Or you an just get old You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through When will you realize Vienna waits for you Slow down you're doing fine You can't be everything you want to be Before your time Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight Too bad but it's the life you lead You're so ahead of yourself That you forgot what you need Though you can see when you're wrong But you know you can't always see when you're right You got your passion you got your pride But don't you know only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true When will you realize Vienna waits for you Slow down you crazy child Take the phone off the hook And disappear for a while It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two When will you realize Vienna waits for you. |
One of my favorites.
You Can't Judge a Book By the Cover ~~ Bo Diddley You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree, You can't judge honey by looking at the bee, You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother, You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Oh can't you see, Oh you misjudge me, I look like a farmer, But I'm a lover, You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Oh come on in closer baby, Hear what else I gotta say! You got your radio turned down too low, Turn it up! You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane, You can't judge a woman by looking at her man, You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother, You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Oh can't you see, Oh you misjudge me, I look like a farmer, But I'm a Lover, You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. You can't judge a fish by lookin' in the pond, You can't judge right from looking at the wrong, You can't judge one by looking at the other, You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Oh can't you see, Oh you misjudge me, I look like a farmer, But I'm a lover, You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. |
Holding Out For A Hero
I always liked this Bonnie Tyler hit ...
Holding Out for a Hero Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need [Chorus] I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life Somewhere after midnight In my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach There's someone reaching back for me Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet [Chorus] Up where the mountains meet the heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I would swear that there's someone somewhere Watching me Through the wind end the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach Like the fire in my blood |
Don't Try Suicide ~~ by Queen
A-one two three four one Yeah OK Don't do it don't you try it baby Don't do that don't don't don't Don't do that You got a good thing going now Don't do it don't do it Don't Don't try suicide Nobody's worth it Don't try suicide Nobody cares Don't try suicide You're just gonna hate it Don't try suicide Nobody gives a damn So you think it's the easy way out? Think you're gonna slash your wrists This time Baby when you do it all you do is Get on my tits Don't do that try try try baby Don't do that - you got a good thing going now Don't do it don't do it Don't Don't try suicide Nobody's worth it Don't try suicide Nobody cares Don't try suicide You're just gonna hate it Don't try suicide Nobody gives a damn You need help Look at yourself you need help You need life So don't hang yourself It's ok ok ok ok You just can't be a prick teaser all of the time A little bit attention - you got it Need some affection - you got it Suicide suicide suicide bid Suicide suicide suicide bid Suicide Don't do it don't do it don't do it babe (yeah) Don't do it don't do it don't - do it Yeah Don't put your neck on the line Don't drown on me babe Blow your brains out - Don't do that (yeah) Don't do that - you got a good thing going baby Don't do it (no) don't do it (no) don't Don't try suicide Nobody's worth it Don't try suicide Nobody cares Don't try suicide You're just gonna hate it Don't try suicide Nobody gives - nobody cares Nobody gives a damn OK |
Hmmmm, I wonder why this song just popped into my head.
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer-- George Thorogood & the Destroyers Wanna tell you a story, about the house-man blues I come home one Friday, had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job She said that don't confront me, long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent, and out the door I went So I goes to the landlady, I said, "You let me slide?" I'll have the rent for you tomorrow. the next day I don't know So said let me slide it on you know people, I notice when I come home in the evening She ain't got nothing nice to say to me, but for five year she was so nice Loh' she was lovy-dovy, I come home one particular evening The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?", I said, "No, can't find no job" Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job" Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner, leaning up against a post" I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day" She said "That don't confront me, long as I get my money next Friday" Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent, and out the door I went So I go down the streets, down to my good friend's house I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know, can I stay with you maybe a couple days?" He said "Uh, Let me go and ask my wife" He come out of the house, I could see in his face I know that was no He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know" I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too" So I go back home I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah" And then she was so nice, loh' she was lovy-dovy So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go, I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go She a-hollerin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent, she ain't gonna get none of it So I stop in the local bar you know people, I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there So what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when, I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose, need me a triple shot of that juice Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer But I'm sitting now at the bar, I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer Looked down the bar, here come the bartender I said "Look man, come down here" So what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last, gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed Gonna get high man I ain't had enough, need me a triple shot of that stuff Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here, I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Now by this time I'm plenty high, you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high Looked down the bar I say to my bartender I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there So what you want this time? I said "Look man, a-what time is it?" He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock Last call for alcohol, so what you need?" One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week, gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak Gonna get high man listen to me, one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear, I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer |
If Everyone Cared -- Nickelback
From underneath the trees, we watch the sky Confusing stars for satellites I never dreamed that you'd be mine But here we are, we're here tonight Singing Amen, I, I'm alive Singing Amen, I, I'm alive If everyone cared and nobody cried If everyone loved and nobody lied If everyone shared and swallowed their pride Then we'd see the day when nobody died And I'm singing Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive And in the air the fireflies Our only light in paradise We'll show the world they were wrong And teach them all to sing along Singing Amen, I, I'm alive Singing Amen, I, I'm alive (I'm alive) And as we lie beneath the stars We realize how small we are If they could love like you and me Imagine what the world could be If everyone cared and nobody cried If everyone loved and nobody lied If everyone shared and swallowed their pride Then we'd see the day when nobody died When nobody died... We'd see the day, we'd see the day When nobody died We'd see the day, we'd see the day When nobody died We'd see the day when nobody died |
If hell really does exist then I'm probably heading there on the express shuttle but while driving home from picking up some dinner a little bit ago, I heard this song and thought of an old girlfriend.
Mista Bone -- by Great White That girl is just a cool good looker That baby's sweeter than raw brown sugar Never mind cause the fancy took her She says she wants to let the small head rock her What a smile Don't it drive you insane Ooh ma baby Drive a mile Just to ride back again Baby won't ya rock it tonight And when she's in the mood When she needs that lovin' groove When she wants it rude She grooves with Mista Bone If she's in the mood If she hits that lovin' groove When she's gettin' rude She grooves with Mista Bone Just take it like a sweet injection Just a token of my affection Another night we'll take another direction I'm gonna play you like a rhythm section What style Let me see that again Ooh my baby Drive a mile Just to ride you again Baby won't ya rock it tonight |
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