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  • for the man in black.

    Ring of Fire, Johnny Cash.


    Love Is A Burning Thing
    And It Makes A Fiery Ring
    Bound By Wild Desire
    I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher

    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire

    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher

    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire

    The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
    When Hearts Like Ours Meet
    I Fell For You Like A Child
    Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher

    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire

    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher

    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire

    And It Burns, Burns, Burns

    The Ring Of Fire

    The Ring Of Fire
    I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
    [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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    • the man comes around, J. R. Cash.

      (spoken)
      And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
      One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
      And behold a white horse

      (sung)
      There's a man going around taking names and he decides
      Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
      Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
      When the man comes around


      The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
      Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
      Or disappear into the potter's ground
      When the man comes around

      Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
      Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
      Voices calling and voices crying
      Some are born and some are dying
      Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
      And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
      The virgins are all trimming their wicks
      The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
      It's hard for thee to kick against the ******
      Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom

      Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
      The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
      They will cast the golden crowns
      When the man comes around

      Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
      Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
      Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
      Listen to the words long written down
      When the man comes around

      Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
      Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
      Voices calling and voices crying
      Some are born and some are dying
      Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
      And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
      The virgins are all trimming their wicks
      The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
      It's hard for thee to kick against the ******
      In measured hundred weight and penny pound
      When the man comes around

      (spoken)
      And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
      And I looked and behold, a pale horse
      And it's name it said on him was Death
      And Hell followed with him.
      I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
      [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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      • Meredith Brooks - *****

        I hate the world today
        You're so good to me
        I know but I can't change
        tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel
        underneath
        innocent and sweet
        Yesterday I cried
        You must have been relieved to see the softer side
        I can understand how you'd be so confused
        I don't envy you
        I'm a little bit of everything
        all rolled into one

        Chorus:
        I'm a *****, I'm a lover
        I'm a child, I'm a mother
        I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
        I do not feel ashamed
        I'm your hell, I'm your dream
        I'm nothing in between
        You know you wouldn't want it any other way

        So take me as I am
        This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man
        Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
        and I'm going to extremes
        tomorrow I will change
        and today won't mean a thing

        Chorus

        Just when you think you've got me figured out
        the season's already changing
        I think it's cool you do what you do
        and don't try to save me

        Chorus

        I'm a *****, I'm a tease
        I'm a goddess on my knees
        when you hurt, when you suffer
        I'm your angel undercover
        I've been numbed, I'm revived
        can't say I'm not alive
        You know I wouldn't want it any other way
        "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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        • JAMES BROWN

          The Big Payback


          hey! Gotta gotta pay back!! (The big payback)
          Revenge!! I`m mad (the big payback)
          Got to get back! Need some get back!! Pay Back! (the big payback)
          That`s it!! Payback!!! Revenge!!!
          I`m mad!!

          Get down with my girlfriend, That ain`t right!!
          Hollarin` cussin`, you wanna fight
          Payback is a thing you gotta see
          Brother do any damn thing to me

          Sold me out, for chump change (yes you did!!)
          Told me that they, they had it all arranged
          You handed me down, and thats a fact
          Now you`re pumped, You gotta get ready For the big payback!! (the big
          payback!!)
          That`s where I am, the big payback (the big payback!!)

          I can do wheelin`, I can do dealin` (yes you can!!) But I don`t do no damn
          squealin`
          I can dig rappin`, I`m ready!! I can dig scrappin`
          But I can`t dig that backstabbin` (Oh No!!)

          The brother get ready!! Thats a fact!!
          Get ready you Mother, for the big payback (The big Payback!!)
          Let me hit `em hit`em!! Hey Hey!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

          Took my money, you got my honey
          Don`t want me to see what you doing to me
          I got to get back I gotta deal with you!! (4xs) Hey let me tell ya!!
          Get down with my woman, that ain`t right! You hollarin` and cussin`, you wanna
          fight!!
          Don`t do me no darn favor,
          I don`t know karate, but I know KA-RAZY!!!! (yes we do!!)

          Get ready thats a fact, Get ready you Mother for the big payback (the big
          payback!)
          Hey!! I`m a man! I`m a man! I`m a son of a man, but don`t they tell ya then
          hop again
          Get ready for the big payback (the big payback!!) Hit `em again!!
          Get ready I need it, I ened a hit again!! Say it once
          Hit `em
          again!!
          (the big payback!!) Sold me out for chump change
          Said my woman had it all arranged
          Tryin` to make a deal, she wants to squeal But I had my boys on her heals
          Saw me comin`, told a lie Went down like you wanted to cry
          I don`t care what she does, she`ll be doin` just like she was
          Take your kids and raise them up, Somebody think I have a right to be tough
          Take her, take that woman, it`s one place she found
          Just run that mother out of town!!
          Got to get up!! Got to get up, get out!!
          I`m mad!! I want revenge, I want revenge (the big payback!!) I want revenge
          (the big payback!!) Give me those hits!! I want some hits!! I need those
          hits, hit me!!

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          • Folsom Prison Blues
            Johnny Cash


            I hear the train a comin'
            It's rollin' 'round the bend,
            And I ain't seen the sunshine,
            Since, I don't know when,
            I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
            And time keeps draggin' on,
            But that train keeps a-rollin',
            On down to San Antone.

            When I was just a baby,
            My Mama told me, "Son,
            Always be a good boy,
            Don't ever play with guns,"
            But I shot a man in Reno,
            Just to watch him die,
            When I hear that whistle blowin',
            I hang my head and cry.

            I bet there's rich folks eatin',
            In a fancy dining car,
            They're probably drinkin' coffee,
            And smokin' big cigars,
            But I know I had it comin',
            I know I can't be free,
            But those people keep a-movin',
            And that's what tortures me.

            Well, if they freed me from this prison,
            If that railroad train was mine,
            I bet I'd move out over a little,
            Farther down the line,
            Far from Folsom Prison,
            That's where I want to stay,
            And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
            Blow my Blues away.

            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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            • El Paso
              Marty Robbins



              Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
              I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
              Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
              Music would play and Felina would whirl.
              Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
              Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
              My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
              I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
              One night a wild young cowboy came in,
              Wild as the West Texas wind.
              Dashing and daring,
              A drink he was sharing
              With wicked Felina,
              The girl that I loved.
              So in anger I
              Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
              Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
              My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
              The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.
              Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
              Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
              Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
              I had but one chance and that was to run.
              Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran,
              Out where the horses were tied.
              I caught a good one.
              It looked like it could run.
              Up on its back
              And away I did ride,
              Just as fast as I
              Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
              Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.
              Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
              Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
              It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
              My love is stronger than my fear of death.
              I saddled up and away I did go,
              Riding alone in the dark.
              Maybe tomorrow
              A bullet may find me.
              Tonight nothing's worse than this
              Pain in my heart.
              And at last here I
              Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
              I can see Rosa's cantina below.
              My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
              Down off the hill to Felina I go.
              Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
              Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
              Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
              I have to make it to Rosa's back door.
              Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
              A deep burning pain in my side.
              Though I am trying
              To stay in the saddle,
              I'm getting weary,
              Unable to ride.
              But my love for
              Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
              Though I am weary I can't stop to rest.
              I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
              I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
              From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
              Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
              Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
              One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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              • Dead Kennedys - Forest Fire

                No junk food, just earthly goods
                I ate weird berries in the woods
                Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher
                I think I'll start a forest fire

                There's a forest fire climbin the hill
                Burning wealthy California homes
                Better run run run run run run
                From the fire

                But some of us stay and watch
                And we think of your insurance costs
                And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh
                At your lives

                Windows covered with bars
                Security guards
                Is that a house or a fortress?
                Against the rest of the world

                Windows covered with bars
                Security guards
                Is that a house or a prison
                How you gonna get out?

                Electric bull and your tennis courts
                Pink sports cars and your boats
                Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried
                By the fire

                Windows covered with bars
                Floodlights for the yard
                It's a pleasure to watch you
                Watch it all melt

                But hey!
                What about the cocaine
                Stockpiled in the basement
                Be a hero and save it
                You know you're gonna need it

                Where's your brand new pretty wife
                She might still be inside
                Either save her or your cocaine from the fire

                But the gates and doors are locked
                'Cause the burglar alarms went off
                Ever wonder why we laugh laugh
                At your lives

                Windows covered with bars
                Fences spiked with barbed wire
                Never looked so helpless
                Engulfed in flames

                Cameras watchin' the walls
                Don't forget the dogs
                Now you're trapped in your prison
                How you gonna get out

                See the gerbil
                Run run run run run run run run run
                run run run run run run run run run
                run run run run run run run run run
                From the fire

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                • Enya - Book of Days

                  One day
                  One night
                  One moment,
                  My dreams could be, tomorrow.
                  One step
                  One fall
                  One falter
                  east or west, over earth or by ocean.
                  One way to be my journey,
                  this way could be my Book of Days.

                  Ó lá go lá, mo thuras,
                  an bealach fada romham.
                  Ó oíche go hoíche, mo thuras,
                  na scéalta nach mbeidh a choích.

                  No day, no night, no moment,
                  can hold me back from trying.
                  I'll flag, I'll fall, I'll falter,
                  I'll find my day may be, Far and Away.
                  Far and Away.

                  One day, one night, one moment,
                  with a dream to believe in.
                  One step, one fall, one falter,
                  and a new earth across a wide ocean.
                  This way became my journey,
                  this day ends together, Far and Away.
                  This day ends together, Far and Away.
                  Far and Away.
                  "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                  • One for London, before I leave her.

                    Runrig - Abhainn an t-Sluaigh

                    Chan eil an t-adhar os cionn Lunnainn
                    A-nochd soileir no dorch
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha
                    No reultan na h-oidhche
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    An sea s'am baile gun chadal
                    Gun fhois is gun saorsa
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Casan a' gluasad
                    An abhainn an tuil
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Na cuibhlichean, 's cabhaig
                    A’ tionndaidh gun sgur
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Cus ag adhradh beairtas
                    Air altair an tshaoghail
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh
                    Air sraidean gun ghaol
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh
                    Gach cainnt as gach cearn
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh

                    Gach ceist is gach freagairt
                    sios an abhainn gu cuan
                    Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh ( x6 )

                    --oOo--

                    Translation: The Crowded River

                    The skies above London
                    Are neither clear nor dark
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    Neither the great candle of daylight
                    Nor the stars of the night can be seen
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    In this city that never sleeps
                    there is stillness, no quiet
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    Footsteps keep moving
                    The river in full flood
                    The need to be far from the crowded river


                    The relentless wheels
                    Keep turning without pause
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    Many worshipping wealth
                    At the world's altar
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    Others without hope or home
                    On streets that hold no love
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    Races creeds and tongues
                    From all corners of the globe
                    The need to be far from the crowded river

                    All questions and answer
                    Rushing down the river to the ocean
                    The need to be far from the crowded river ( x6)
                    "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                    • Two For Tuesday; Gene Watson

                      Love In The Hot Afternoon


                      From somewhere outside, I hear a
                      Street vendor cry "filet gumbo"
                      From my window I see him, going
                      Down the street and he don't know
                      That we fell right to sleep
                      In the damp tangled sheets so soon
                      After love in the hot afternoon
                      Now the bourbon street lady,
                      sleeps like a baby in the shadows
                      (in the shadows)
                      She was new to me, full of mystery,
                      But now I know (but know I know)
                      That she's just a girl,
                      And I'm just a guy, in a room
                      For love in the hot afternoon
                      We got high in the park,
                      This morning and we sat, without talkin'
                      Then she came back here,
                      In the heat of the day, tired of walkin'
                      Where under her breath,
                      She hummed to herself a tune
                      Of Love in the hot afternoon

                      -----------------------------------------
                      Cowboys Don't Get Lucky All The Time


                      He met her in a honky tonk
                      Singing country songs that he wrote
                      She sat at a table
                      Listening to his music and drinking coke
                      Well, he sat down beside her
                      Said, honey, what's your name
                      She said I like your music, sir,
                      But foolin' 'round is certainally not my game
                      When the small talk was over
                      The cowboy drank his beer and took her home
                      Lust on his mind
                      In a bedroom he had her all alone
                      And when the night was over
                      The cowboy shook his head
                      'Cause she slept on the sofa
                      And the cowboy slept alone on his bed
                      She still sees the cowboy
                      On the country shows and sometimes on T.V.
                      He phones her up and talks to her long distance
                      From wherever he might be
                      He'll ask her how she's doin'
                      She'll reply by sayin', oh, just fine
                      And the moral of this story is
                      Cowboys don't get lucky all the time
                      And the moral of this story is
                      Cowboys don't get lucky all the time
                      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                      • Penfold - M

                        I've been thinking all day sitting by this window
                        Remembering how the smile on your face could make me blush

                        And I can't comprehend how someone with your eyes
                        Could ever disappear and break my heart

                        Fall, keep your eyes on something small
                        Hold your head up high
                        Angel, spread your wings and fly
                        Fall, even if you can't let go

                        If everything was perfect in my eyes - in my mind
                        Too young to understand but old enough to know so many people love you
                        And hold you in their hearts and won't stop
                        Remember tonight, it just might last you the rest of your life

                        And all those time I said I love you, those weren't lies
                        This will hurt you but in time you will understand that I would never want to be in his shoes
                        But I would do anything to take his place
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                        • Donna Summer - MacArthur Park (Is Melting In The Dark)

                          Apologies if I've posted this before - memory isn't what it used to be.

                          Spring was never waiting for us, girl
                          It ran one step ahead
                          As we followed in the dance
                          Between the parted pages and were pressed
                          In love's hot, fevered iron
                          Like a striped pair of pants


                          MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
                          All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
                          Someone left the cake out in the rain
                          I don't think that I can take it
                          'cause it took so long to bake it
                          And I'll never have that recipe again
                          Oh, no!

                          I recall the yellow cotton dress
                          Foaming like a wave
                          On the ground around your knees
                          The birds, like tender babies in your hands
                          And the old men playing checkers by the trees

                          MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
                          All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
                          Someone left the cake out in the rain
                          I don't think that I can take it
                          'cause it took so long to bake it
                          And I'll never have that recipe again

                          There will be another song for me
                          For I will sing it
                          There will be another dream for me
                          Someone will bring it
                          I will drink the wine while it is warm
                          And never let you catch me looking at the sun
                          And after all the loves of my life
                          After all the loves of my life
                          You'll still be the one.

                          I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
                          I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
                          I will have the things that I desire
                          And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
                          And after all the loves of my life
                          After all the loves of my life
                          I'll be thinking of you
                          And wondering why.

                          MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
                          All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
                          Someone left the cake out in the rain
                          I don't think that I can take it
                          'cause it took so long to bake it
                          And I'll never have that recipe again
                          Oh, no!
                          Oh, no
                          No, no
                          Oh NO!!
                          "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                          • where my location comes from

                            jameson ft. angel blu - true
                            [Angel Blu]
                            True!!
                            (True) jameson (True) angel blu (True) steve feel good (True) comin' to you!

                            [Jameson]
                            Back once again still ten outa ten,
                            still making em' em still jameson,
                            as i enter the 3D base inventor,
                            who says i never ment to do this
                            we've been through this before!
                            Now i'm in control but wait theres more
                            producing now introducing a lady called Angel Blu
                            and a track called true!

                            [Angel Blu]
                            I know whats being said but theres no regret form this,
                            lets make arrangements for an appointment in my head!
                            We act so shallow but the situations deep!
                            Momentary pleasure got me feeling long time weak!

                            True side by side lay on your back flat like domino,
                            we can roll our dice drip like ice,
                            Melt! I can make you fall up and down like snakes and ladders uh uh!
                            Tell all ya friends, tell all ya friends, tell all ya friends i had ya!

                            [Chorus]
                            I'm feeling you so whats it gonna be?
                            I need honnesty tell me what you need.
                            Can you be true? Or be that as it may chase the clouds away each and every day!
                            (Just you and i, just you and i, just you and i, its true!)

                            Beats and motions say it all but you still don't call!
                            it's distance inside the ball so we can do it all no!
                            But could you handle it? But could you manage it?
                            I want it all so make it unforgetable!

                            True side by side lay on your back flat like domino,
                            we can roll our dice drip like ice,
                            Melt! I can make you fall up and down like snakes and ladders uh uh!
                            Tell all ya friends, tell all ya friends, tell all ya friends i had ya!

                            I'm feeling you so whats it gonna be?
                            I need honnesty tell me what you need.
                            Can you be true? Or be that as it may chase the clouds away each and every day!
                            I'm feeling you (I'm feeling you!) so whats it gonna be?
                            I need honnesty tell me what you need.
                            Can you be true? (Can you be true?)
                            Or be that as it may chase the clouds away each and every day!
                            (Just you and i, It's true, just you and i, it's true,
                            (every day) just you and i, just you and i, just you and i, it's true!

                            [Jameson]
                            Right check, check 1 check 2 hype it up inside the venue,
                            allow me to bring you the big tunes so excuse,
                            i just need some room to let go, a new flow,
                            let me explode just like nitro, back with a little what watch ducer,
                            Angel blu and jay the producer

                            [Angel Blu]
                            I'm feeling you so whats it gonna be?
                            I need honnesty tell me what you need.
                            Can you be true? Or be that as it may chase the clouds away each and every day!
                            I'm feeling you (I'm feeling you!) so whats it gonna be?
                            I need honnesty tell me what you need.
                            Can you be true? (Can you be true?)
                            Or be that as it may chase the clouds away each and every day!

                            Just you and i it's true!!
                            "The Christian way has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found to be hard and left untried" - GK Chesterton.

                            "The most obvious predicition about the future is that it will be mostly like the past" - Alain de Botton

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                            • My Brave Face
                              Paul McCartney



                              My brave, My brave, My brave face

                              I've been living in style,
                              Unaccustomed as I am
                              To the luxury life,
                              I've been hitting the town
                              And it didn't hit back.

                              I've been doing the rounds
                              Unaccustomed as I am
                              To the time on my hands,
                              Now I don't have to tell anybody
                              When I'm going to get back.

                              Ever since you went away
                              I've had this sentimental inclination
                              Not to change a single thing
                              As I pull the sheet back on the bed,
                              I want to go bury my head
                              In your pillow.

                              Now that I'm alone again
                              I can't stop breaking down again
                              The simplest things set me off again
                              And take me to that place
                              Where I can't find my brave face,
                              Where I can't find my brave face,
                              My brave, my brave, my brave face.
                              My brave face.

                              I've been living a lie
                              Unaccustomed as I am
                              To the work of a housewife,
                              I've been breaking up
                              Dirty dishes and throwing them away.

                              Ever since you left I have been trying to
                              Compose a 'baby will you please come home' note
                              Meant for you.
                              As I clear away another
                              Untouched t.v. dinner
                              From the table I laid for two.

                              Now that I'm alone again
                              I can't stop breaking down again
                              The simplest things set me off again
                              And take me to that place
                              Where I can't find my brave face,
                              Where I can't find my brave face,
                              My brave, my brave, my brave face.
                              My brave face.
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • BOY NAMED SUE

                                by Shel Silverstein
                                Performed by Johnny Cash

                                My daddy left home when I was three,
                                And he didn't leave much to Ma and me...
                                Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
                                Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,
                                But the meanest thing that he ever did
                                Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.

                                Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke,
                                And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk.
                                It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
                                Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
                                And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.
                                I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.

                                Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
                                My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
                                I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
                                But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
                                That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
                                And kill that man that give me that awful name.

                                Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
                                And I just hit town, and my throat was dry.
                                I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
                                At an old saloon on a street of mud,
                                There at a table, dealing stud,
                                Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'.

                                Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
                                From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
                                And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
                                He was big and bent and gray and old,
                                And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
                                And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"

                                Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
                                And he went down, but, to my surprise,
                                He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
                                But I busted a chair right across his teeth
                                And we crashed through the wall and into the street
                                Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

                                I tell ya, I've fought tougher men,
                                But I really can't remember when,
                                He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
                                I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
                                He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
                                He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

                                And he said: "Son, this world is rough,
                                And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,
                                And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
                                So I give ya that name and I said good-bye.
                                I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
                                And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

                                He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
                                And I know you hate me, and you got the right
                                To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
                                But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
                                For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
                                Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that named you 'Sue'."

                                I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
                                And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
                                And I come away with a different point of view.
                                And I think about him, now and then,
                                Every time I try and every time I win,
                                And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
                                Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!
                                Originally posted by Serb:Please, remind me, how exactly and when exactly, Russia bullied its neighbors?
                                Originally posted by Ted Striker:Go Serb !
                                Originally posted by Pekka:If it was possible to capture the essentials of Sepultura in a dildo, I'd attach it to a bicycle and ride it up your azzes.

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