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  • Saw/heard on Tribute For NYC

    Superman (It's Not Easy)
    Five For Fighting


    I can’t stand to fly
    I’m not that naive
    I’m just out to find
    The better part of me

    I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane
    More than some pretty face beside a train
    It’s not easy to be me

    Wish that I could cry
    Fall upon my knees
    Find a way to lie
    About a home I’ll never see

    It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive
    Even Heroes have the right to bleed
    I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede
    Even Heroes have the right to dream
    It’s not easy to be me

    Up, up and away…away from me
    It’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight
    I’m not crazy…or anything…

    I can’t stand to fly
    I’m not that naive
    Men weren’t meant to ride
    With clouds between their knees

    I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
    Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
    Only a man in a funny red sheet
    Looking for special things inside of me

    It’s not easy to be me.
    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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    • Riding With Private Malone
      David Ball from the new album 'Amigo'.

      I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
      when an ad that said old chevy some how caught my eye
      the lady didn't know the year or even if it ran
      but I had that thousand dollars in my hand

      It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
      thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
      when I pulled the cover off it took away my breath
      what she'd called a Chevy was a sixty six corvette
      I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
      but what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
      I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note
      the date was nineteen sixty six and this is what he wrote

      (chorus) He said my name is Pvt. Andrew Malone
      if you're reading this then I didn't make it home
      but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true
      this car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you
      and though you may take her and make her your own
      you'll always be riding with Pvt. Malone

      Well it didn't take me long at all I had her running good
      I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood
      I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the rag top down
      all the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town
      the buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right
      but it picked up that oldie show especially late at night
      I'd get the feeling sometimes if I turned real quick I'd see
      a soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me

      (chorus) It was a young man named Pvt. Andrew Malone
      who fought for his country and never made it home
      but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true
      this car was once a dream of his back when it was new
      he told me to take her and make her my own
      and I was proud to be riding with Pvt. Malone

      One night it was raining hard I took the curve too fast
      I still don't remember much about that fiery crash
      someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
      they didn't get his name but I know without a doubt

      (chorus) It was a young man named Pvt. Andrew Malone
      who fought for his country and never made it home
      but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true
      this car was once a dream of his back when it was new
      I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along
      that night I was riding with Pvt. Malone
      oh thank god i was riding with Pvt. Malone
      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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      • dont take this as a sign

        Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon

        Somewhere there's speaking
        It's already coming in
        Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
        You never could get it
        Unless you were fed it
        Now you're here and you don't know why

        But under skinned knees and the skid marks
        Past the places where you used to learn
        You howl and listen
        Listen and wait for the
        Echoes of angels who won't return

        Chorus
        He's everything you want
        He's everything you need
        He's everything inside of you
        That you wish you could be
        He says all the right things
        At exactly the right time
        But he means nothing to you
        And you don't know why

        You're waiting for someone
        To put you together
        You're waiting for someone to push you away
        There's always another wound to discover
        There's always something more you wish he'd say

        Chorus

        But you'll just sit tight
        And watch it unwind
        It's only what you're asking for
        And you'll be just fine
        With all of your time
        It's only what you're waiting for

        Out of the island
        and into the highway
        Past the places where you might have turned
        You never did notice
        But you still hide away
        The anger of angels who won't return

        Chorus
        I am everything you want
        I am everything you need
        I am everything inside of you
        That you wish you could be
        I say all the right things
        At exactly the right time
        But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
        And I don't know why
        Why
        I don't know

        Lump by Presidents of the USA

        Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
        Totally motionless except for her heart
        Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas
        She totally confused all the passing piranhas

        She's Lump, she's Lump
        She's in my head
        She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
        She might be dead

        Lump lingered last in line for brains,
        And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
        Small thing's so sad that birds could land
        Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?

        She's Lump, she's Lump
        She's in my head
        She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
        She might be dead

        Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
        Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
        She spent her twenties between the sheets
        Life limped along at subsonic speeds

        She's Lump, she's Lump
        She's in my head
        She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
        She might be dead

        Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
        Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah
        Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
        Is this Lump out of my head...
        "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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        • going to see this concert in a couple of weeks



          In This Place
          robin trower

          In this place, filled with empty space
          Your love holds the key, baby sympathize with me
          I need you
          Before I lost, your touch of life and grace
          I knew that your sweet face could always comfort me
          I love you
          In this place, full of empty space
          Your soft and tender love will always shine for me
          I love you
          Now I know, what it means to have you gone
          I'm down on my knees baby see by me
          I love you
          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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          • Walk This Earth ALone by LAuren Christy

            You´re in the doors that keep revolving
            The sirens that keep screaming
            You´re in the flashing of the headlights
            The things that I´m believing

            You´re in the water that I´m drinking
            The sound of 911
            The walls that protect me
            From the damage that you´ve done
            In this world you are with me

            Chorus:
            But I walk this earth alone
            And all I´ve ever known
            Is you are right beside me
            If I love you for a day
            Then blow my life away
            Could I leave you behind me

            You´re in the crashing of the windows
            The angels round the ´ceiling
            You´re in the fire in my belly
            The ****ed-up way I´m feeling

            You´re in the warning in the table
            The pills that dissapear
            The whines as I´am talking
            The words you´ll never hear
            In this world you are with me
            "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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            • Bridge of Sighs album, by Robin Trower is really good stuff, Boann.





              Itchycoo Park
              Small Faces

              Over bridge of sighs to rest my eyes
              In shades of green
              Under dreaming spires, to Itchycoo park
              That's where I've been

              What did you do there? I got high
              What did you feel there? Well I cried
              But why the tears there? Tell you why
              It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful
              it's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful

              I feel inclined to blow my mind
              Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
              They all come out to groove about
              While I search for fun in the sun

              I tell you what I'll do (What will you do?)
              I'd like to go there now with you
              You can miss out school(Won't that be cool?)
              Why go to learn the words of fools

              What do we do there? Well get high
              (What will we touch there?) We'll touch the sky
              But why the tears there? I'll tell you why
              It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful
              It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful

              I feel inclined to blow my mind .......

              It's all too beautiful
              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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              • *strikes up band and prepares to get patriotic*

                One of my favorites by him, and not only because it suits the times.

                America
                Neil Diamond

                Far, we've been traveling far
                Without a home, but not without a star.
                Free, only want to be free!
                We huddle close; hang on to a dream.

                On the boats and on the planes,
                They're coming to America!
                Never looking back again!
                They're coming to America!

                Home: don't it seem so far away?
                And we're traveling light today
                In the eye of the storm,
                In the eye of the storm.

                Home to a new and shiny place;
                Make our bed and we'll say our grace,
                Freedom's light burning warm,
                Freedom's light burning warm.

                Everywhere around the world,
                They're coming to America!
                Every time that flag's unfurled,
                They're coming to America!

                Got a dream to take them there;
                They're coming to America!
                Got a dream they've come to share;
                They're coming to America!

                They're coming to America!
                They're coming to America!
                They're coming to America!
                They're coming to America!

                Today! Today! Today! Today! Today!

                My country 'tis of thee, (Today!)
                Sweet land of liberty, (Today!)
                Of thee I sing, (Today!)
                Of thee I sing... (Today!)

                Today! Today! Today! Today... today...
                CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
                Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
                Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
                Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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                • Redneck National Anthem

                  Copperhead Road
                  (Steve Earle)


                  Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
                  Same as my daddy and his daddy before
                  You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
                  He only came to town about twice a year
                  He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
                  Everybody knew that he made moonshine
                  Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
                  He headed up the holler with everything he had
                  It's before my time but I've been told
                  He never came back from Copperhead Road
                  Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
                  Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
                  Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
                  Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
                  Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
                  I still remember that rumblin' sound
                  Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
                  Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
                  He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
                  You could smell the whiskey burnin' 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 Vietnam
                  And I came home with a brand new plan
                  I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
                  I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
                  Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
                  I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
                  I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
                  You better stay away from Copperhead Road

                  Copperhead Road
                  Copperhead Road
                  Copperhead Road
                  Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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                  • You're Gone by Diamond Rio

                    I said, "Hello I think I'm broken."
                    And though I was only jokin'
                    It took me by surprise when you agreed.
                    I was tryin to be clever
                    But for the life of me I never
                    Would have guessed how far the simple truth would lead.
                    You knew all my lines. You knew all my tricks.
                    You knew how to heal that pain no medicine could fix.

                    And I bless the day I met you.
                    And I thank God that he let you
                    Lay beside me for a moment that lives on.
                    And the good news is I'm better for the time we spent together.
                    And the bad news is you're gone.

                    Looking back it's still surprising
                    I was sinking, you were rising.
                    With a look you caught me in mid-air.
                    Now I know God has his reasons.
                    But sometimes it's hard to see them.
                    I awake and find that you're not there.

                    You found hope in hopeless.
                    You made crazy sane.
                    You became the missing link that helped me break my chains.

                    And I bless the day I met you.
                    And I thank God that he let you
                    Lay beside me for a moment that lives on.
                    And the good news is I'm better for the time we spent together.
                    And the bad news is you're gone.

                    Home by Sevendust

                    Wreckage-My mind
                    Insecure-All the time
                    ONCE LOVED-NOW PARALYZED
                    I ONCE THOUGHT-I'LL NEVER DIE

                    Frustrated-OUR SIMPLE LIVES
                    No one listens-EVERYONE LIES
                    Who said "HOME IS WHERE YOU HIDE"?

                    strong as **** and now you see

                    I'm home-leave it to me
                    (leave it to me now that you've seen)
                    I'm home-leave it to me
                    (leave it to me)

                    From left to right...
                    (repeat)

                    I tried-my father said
                    I'm scared-she always said
                    They grab and pull until I tear

                    MEANING-Too deep to swim
                    When's a good time for the end?
                    Who said I was YOUR FRIEND?

                    I'm home-leave it to me
                    (leave it to me now that you've seen)
                    I'm home-leave it to me
                    (leave it to me)

                    From left to right...
                    (repeat)
                    Suffocated-our simple life
                    No one listens-everyone dies
                    Never a chance-how could you see?

                    I'm home-leave it to me (leave it to me)
                    I'm home-leave it to me (leave it to me now that you've seen)
                    I'm home-leave it to me (leave it to me)
                    I'm home-leave it to me (what the **** did you say?)

                    from left to right...
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • Well, this is appropiate, no?

                      In The JailHouse Now

                      Written by Jimmie Rodgers
                      (As performed by Webb Pierce)

                      He's in the jailhouse now
                      He's in the jailhouse now
                      I told him once or twice
                      To quit playin' cards and shootin' dice
                      He's in the jailhouse now

                      Well I had a friend named Ramblin' Bob
                      Who used to steal, gamble and rob
                      He thought he was the smartest guy in town
                      But I found out last Monday
                      That Bob got locked up Sunday
                      They got him in the jailhouse way down town

                      He's in the jailhouse now
                      He's in the jailhouse now
                      I told him once or twice
                      To quit playin' cards and shootin' dice
                      He's in the jailhouse now

                      Well I went out last Tuesday
                      Met a girl named Susie
                      I told her I was the swellest man around
                      Well she started in to spend my money
                      She started in to call me honey
                      We took in every honky tonk in town

                      We're in the jailhouse now
                      We're in the jailhouse now
                      They told us once or twice
                      To quit playin' cards and shootin' dice
                      We're in the jailhouse now
                      Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevada, defiant and enduring.

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                      • What A day by NOn-point

                        Sittin' on your ass all day
                        thinkin' bout your hangover
                        and the party you left your ****in' keys at
                        and had to beg for a ridde from some stranger
                        that i never met before
                        he acted so friendly that i had to take the ride
                        but for some reason he resembled that guy
                        wanted for a robbery and beatin' on his kid
                        "you remind me of my stepson" he chuckles with a grin

                        *pre*
                        What was that move they taught in self-defense
                        where you block this killers knife
                        move with some confidence
                        the signal where you're trapped inside a moving car
                        i wonder if he'll drive real far
                        *pre*

                        *chorus*
                        What a day, what a day
                        you should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day
                        what a day, what a day
                        you should think next time before you start to play
                        what a day, what a day
                        i wonder what will happen today
                        *chorus*

                        rub your eyes from
                        no sleep this week
                        tap your heels home
                        then fall asleep

                        sittin' around looking for a fight
                        kinda pissed off how i'm turnin' my life upside down
                        from insecurities makin' up my mind
                        through old hypocrisy
                        up and out of harms way
                        down cuz i want to be there
                        here because you want me
                        not because your caught in my stare


                        rud your eyes from
                        no sleep this week
                        tap your heels home
                        then fall asleep
                        asleep in bed
                        you'll do something tomorrow instead
                        "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                        • KNIGHT IN RUSTY ARMOUR
                          Peter & Gordon

                          Long ago in days of old
                          There lived a knight who
                          Wasn't quite as bold
                          As a knight should be

                          He rode an old grey mare called Bess
                          Searchin' for a damsel in distress
                          Just to see if he
                          Could set her free

                          See the knight in rusty armour ride
                          To her aid
                          Trusty sword is hanging at his side
                          With a rusty blade

                          Up the tower steps he sneaked
                          But as he moved
                          His rusty armour squeaked
                          Such a mournful note

                          And all the sentries at their posts
                          Thought it must have been the castle ghost
                          They jumped for their lives
                          In the moat

                          So the knight in rusty armour won
                          His fair maid
                          Had no need to draw his trusty sword
                          With a rusty blade

                          As he bent to kiss his bride
                          He found that he was
                          Rusted up inside
                          In his battle dress
                          And I can't guess

                          How they still got married
                          And had twins
                          They came in tins
                          Every suit of armour ever made
                          Has a kink
                          Chain mail pants with a missing link
                          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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                          • FOREVER MY LOVE
                            (Carly Simon/James Taylor)

                            Words of love
                            Softly spoken
                            Like clouds above
                            Drift away
                            What shall I say?
                            To let you know the way I feel
                            Should I cry out loud that love is real?
                            Or simply reveal
                            Forever my love

                            Time alone will tell us
                            Lovers born in May
                            May grow bitter and jealous
                            Faded and gray
                            What shall I say?
                            It's not another lovers game
                            It doesn't seem to have a name
                            It changes and remains the same
                            Forever my love, my love

                            Yesterday's projection will never really know
                            But tomorrow's recollection will surely know
                            It was so
                            Between us
                            Ain't no other way
                            Time has seen us
                            Day after day
                            What shall I say?
                            That isn't in the way I act
                            That will carry through the years intact
                            I'm lookin' forward to lookin' back
                            From further in down the track
                            Together in fact
                            Forever my love, my love

                            --------------------------
                            DEVOTED TO YOU
                            carly simon

                            Darling you can count on me
                            'Till the sun dries up the sea
                            Until then I'll always be
                            Devoted to you

                            I'll be yours 'till endless time
                            I'll adore your charms sublime
                            Guess by now you know that I'm
                            Devoted to you

                            I'll never hurt you
                            I'll never lie
                            I'll never be untrue
                            I'll never give you reason to cry
                            I'd be unhappy if you were blue
                            Through the years our love will grow
                            Like a river it will flow
                            It can't die because I'm so
                            Devoted to you
                            Last edited by boann; November 3, 2001, 11:04.
                            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                            • Ok, Boann. Here's one for you, and Jill; and it wouldn't hurt to lump devilmunchkin in there, too.

                              Subject: Straight Tequila Night John Anderson

                              Straight Tequila Night
                              Written by: Debbie Hupp & Kent Robbins
                              Performed by: John Anderson

                              A E D
                              If you really wanna know, she comes here a lot
                              A E D
                              She just loves to hear the music and dance
                              A E D A E
                              D
                              K - thirteen is her favorite song, if you play it you might have a chance
                              F#m E
                              Tonight she's only sipping white wine
                              D E
                              She's friendly and fun loving most of the time

                              Chorus
                              A E D E A
                              But don't ask her on a straight tequila night
                              E D E
                              A
                              She'll start thinking about him, then she's ready to fight
                              E D E A
                              Blames her broken heart on every man in sight
                              E D E F#m D E F#m
                              D E
                              On a straight tequila night

                              Verse 2
                              Here's a glass of chablis and some quarters in change
                              Maybe you can turn her love life around
                              Then she won't the salt or the lime anymore
                              To shoot that old memory down
                              Just remember her heart's on the mend
                              If you ever come back to see her again

                              Repeat Chorus
                              A E D E A
                              Don't ask her on a straight tequila night
                              E D E
                              A
                              She'll start thinking about him, then she's ready to fight
                              E D E A
                              Blames her broken heart on every man in sight
                              E D E F#m D E F#m
                              D E
                              On a straight tequila night


                              Now y'all can even learn to play it on a guitar.
                              I'm so thoughtful, huh?
                              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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                              • har har har...
                                meathead
                                "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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