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  • a few Carly Simon songs.


    IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING (Hilliard/Mann)

    When the sun is high in the afternoon sky
    You can always find something to do
    But from dusk till dawn as the clock ticks on
    Something happens to you

    In the wee small hours of the morning
    While the whole wide world is fast asleep
    You lie awake and think about the boy
    And never ever think of counting sheep

    When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
    You'd be his if only he'd call
    In the wee small hours of the morning
    That's the time you miss him most of all

    When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
    You'd be his if only he'd call
    In the wee small hours of the morning
    That's the time you miss him most of all



    SOMETHING WONDERFUL (Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein II)

    He may not always say
    What you would have him say
    But now and then he’ll say something wonderful

    The thoughtless things he’ll do
    Will hurt and worry you
    Then all at once he’ll do something wonderful
    He has a thousand dreams that won’t come true
    You know that he believes in them
    And that’s enough for you

    You’ll always go along with
    Defend him when he’s wrong
    And tell him when he’s strong
    He is wonderful
    He’ll always need your love
    And so you’ll get you’re love
    A man who needs your love
    Can be wonderful


    LITTLE GIRL BLUE (Rodgers/Hart)

    When I was very young
    The world was younger than I
    As merry as a carousel
    The circus tent was strong with every star in the sky
    Above the ring I loved so well

    Now the young world has grown old
    Gone are the tinsel and the gold
    Sit there and count your fingers
    What can you do old girl, you’re through
    Sit there and count your little fingers
    Unlucky little girl blue

    Sit there and count the raindrops
    Falling on you
    It’s time that you knew
    All you can count on is the raindrops
    That fall on little girl blue
    No use old girl you may as well surrender
    You hope is getting slender
    Why won’t somebody send a tender blue boy
    To cheer a little girl blue

    No use old girl you may aswell surrender
    Your hope is getting slender
    Why won’t somebody lend a tender
    Blue boy to cheer a little girl blue


    WHAT HAS SHE GOT (Simon/Kosatin/Brackman)

    I’ve got eyes they call beguiling
    A string of cultured pearls
    And my lips are always smiling
    I’m not one of those moody girls
    I’ve studied cooking in a French cafe
    As bal and cheins last prodigy
    A one time runner up Miss USA

    What has she got that I haven’t got
    Why am I not he girl that makes you heart go dancing
    Puts stars in all your dreams
    She’s everything you want and I’m just me

    What has she got that I haven’t got
    I’ve got a bed that’s warm
    I’ve got a room that’s sunny
    Kisses so honey sweet
    I try everything to sweep you off your feet

    Do you like her kind of trouble
    Does she bring you to your knees
    Have I been playing you all wrong
    Always trying to please you

    What has she got that I haven’t got
    What has she got
    She’s got you.....
    "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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    • Among Other Things, I Started Working Full Time At The Gemini Drive In, Summer of '69

      Summer of '69
      Bryan Adams

      I got my first real six-string
      Bought it at the five-and-dime
      Played it till my fingers bled
      It was the summer of '69
      Me and some guys from school
      Had a band and we tried real hard
      Jimmy quit and Jody got married
      I shoulda known we'd never get far
      Oh when I look back now
      That summer seemed to last forever
      And if I had the choice
      Ya - I'd always wanna be there
      Those were the best days of my life
      Ain't no use in complainin'
      When you got a job to do
      Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in
      And that's when I met you
      Standin' on your mama's porch
      You told me that you'd wait forever
      Oh and when you held my hand
      I knew that it was now or never
      Those were the best days of my life
      Back in the summer of '69
      Man we were killin' time
      We were young and restless
      We needed to unwind
      I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no
      And now the times are changin'
      Look at everything that's come and gone
      Sometimes when I play that old six-string
      I think about ya wonder what went wrong
      Standin' on your mama's porch
      You told me it would last forever
      Oh the way you held my hand
      I knew that it was now or never
      Those were the best days of my life
      Back in the summer of '69
      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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      • Crucify by Tori Amos

        Every finger in the room is pointing at me
        I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
        I got a bowling ball in my somach, I got a desert in my mouth
        Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now


        I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
        Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
        I've been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
        Just what God needs, one more victim

        Why do we crucify ourselves
        Everyday I crucify myself
        Nothing I do is good enough for you
        Crucify myself
        Everyday I crucify myself
        and my heart is sick of being in chains

        Got a kick for a dog, beggin' for love
        Gotta have my sufferingso that I can have my cross
        I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn
        You're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird

        I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
        Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
        I've been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
        Got enough guilt to start my own religion

        Why do we crucify ourselves
        Everyday I crucify myself
        Nothing I do is good enough for you
        Crucify myself
        Everyday I crucify myself
        and my heart is sick of being in chains

        Please be
        Save me
        I cry

        Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
        Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
        I've been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
        Where are those angels when you need them

        Why do we crucify ourselves
        Everyday I crucify myself
        Nothing I do is good enough for you
        Crucify myself
        Everyday I crucify myself
        And my heart is sick of being in chains
        "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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        • Stay by Lisa Loeb

          You say I only hear what I want to.
          You say I talk so all the time so.

          And I thought what I felt was simple,
          and I thought that I don't belong,
          and now that I am leaving,
          now I know that I did something wrong 'cause I missed you.
          Yeah yeah, I missed you.

          And you say I only hear what I want to:
          I don't listen hard,
          don't pay attention to the distance that you're running
          to anyone, anywhere,
          I don't understand if you really care,
          I'm only hearing negative: no, no, no.

          So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up,
          and this woman was singing my song:
          lover's in love, and the other's run away,
          lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay.

          Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
          dying since the day they were born.
          Well, well, this is not that;
          I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.

          And I thought I'd live forever, but now I'm not so sure. You try to tell me that I'm clever,
          but that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.

          You said that I was naive,
          and I thought that I was strong.
          I thought, "hey, I can leave, I can leave."
          Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, 'cause I missed you.
          Yeah, I miss you.

          You said, "I caught you 'cause I want you and one day I'll let you go.
          "You try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just scared to lose.
          And you say, "Stay."

          And you say I only hear what I want to.
          "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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          • more carly simon........
            she always did sing songs that seemed to come right
            out of my heart.



            HAVEN'T GOT TIME FOR THE PAIN (Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)

            All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep
            Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore
            'Cause I haven't got time for the pain
            I haven't got room for the pain
            I haven't the need for the pain
            Not since I've known you

            You showed me how, how to leave myself behind
            How to turn down the noise in my mind
            Now I haven't got time for the pain
            I haven't got room for the pain
            I haven't the need for the pain
            Not since I've known you

            Suffering was the only thing that made me feel I was alive
            Though that's just how much it cost to survive in this world
            'Til you showed me how, how to fill my heart with love
            How to open up and drink in all that white love
            Pouring down from the heaven
            I haven't got time for the pain
            I haven't got room for the pain
            I haven't the need for the pain
            Not since I've known you


            YOU WON’T FORGET ME (K. Goell/F. Speilman)

            You won't forget me, though you may try
            I'm part of memories, too wonderful to die
            And it will happen, that now and then
            You'll fall to wonderin' if we shouldn't have tried again

            You won't forget me, on nights like this
            The moon will cast on you the shadow of my kiss
            No matter where you are with whom you are
            You'll think of me, you won't forget me
            Just wait and see, you won't forget me
            Just wait and see, you won't forget me
            Just wait and see

            EV’RY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE (Cole Porter)

            Everytime we say goodbye I die a little
            Everytime we say goodbye I wonder why a little
            Why the gods above me who must be in the know
            Think so little of me, they allow you to go

            And when you're near there's such an air of Spring about it
            I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
            There's no love song finer but how strange the change from major to minor
            Everytime we say goodbye

            Why the gods above me who must be in the know
            Think so little of me, they allow you to go
            And when you're near there's such an air of Spring about it
            I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it

            There's no love song finer but how strange the change from major to minor
            Everytime we say goodbye, everytime we say goodbye
            Everytime we say goodbye, everytime we say goodbye.....


            LAST NIGHT WHEN WE WERE YOUNG (E. Harburg/H. Arien)

            Last night when we were young
            Love was a star, a song unsung
            Life was so new, so real, so bright, ages ago, last night

            Today, the world is old
            You flew away, and time grew cold
            Where is that star
            That seems so bright
            ages ago, last night

            To think that spring had depended
            on merely this, a look, a kiss
            To think that something so splendid
            could slip away in one little daybreak
            So now lets reminisce and recollect the size of the kisses
            The arms that clung, when we were young last night

            So now lets reminisce and recollect the size of the kisses
            The arms that clung, when we were young last night
            Last night, oooooh, last night, ooooooh, last night


            SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHT (J. Myrow/M. Gordon)

            Somewhere in the night chasing shadows around the bend
            Somewhere in the night chasing rainbows that have no end
            In the misty night, you are mine and you hold me fast
            But dreams have a way of calling it a day
            They seldom last, our dreams have past
            But in my lonely flight, I'll keep searching till time is through
            Somewhere in the night till I find you

            In the misty light you are mine and you hold me fast
            But dreams have a way of calling it a day
            They seldom last, our dreams have past
            But in my lonely flight, I'll keep searching till time is through
            Somewhere in the night, till I find you
            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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            • Oh well, this has to be a good fit.

              Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
              The Andrews Sisters with Danny Kaye


              Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
              He tells the native population that civilization is fine
              And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
              That civilization is a thing for me to see

              So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
              Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
              Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
              That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here

              I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?)
              I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that way Daniel?)
              At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?)
              Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me

              So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
              Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
              Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
              So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here

              They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
              And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain
              When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?)
              They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round

              So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
              Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
              Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
              So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here

              They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm"
              Civilization, I'll stay right here!

              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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              • Eh? Waddaya mean I can't like Afroman and...

                ...Steve Goodman?

                The City of New Orleans
                by Steve Goodman

                Riding on the City of New Orleans,
                Illinois Central Monday morning rail
                Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
                Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
                All along the southbound odyssey
                The train pulls out at Kankakee
                Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
                Passin' trains that have no names,
                Freight yards full of old black men
                And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

                CHORUS:
                Good morning America how are you?
                Don't you know me I'm your native son,
                I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
                I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

                Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
                Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
                Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
                Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
                And the sons of pullman porters
                And the sons of engineers
                Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
                Mothers with their babes asleep,
                Are rockin' to the gentle beat
                And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

                CHORUS

                Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
                Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
                Half way home, we'll be there by morning
                Through the Mississippi darkness
                Rolling down to the sea.
                And all the towns and people seem
                To fade into a bad dream
                And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
                The conductor sings his song again,
                The passengers will please refrain
                This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

                Good night, America, how are you?
                Don't you know me I'm your native son,
                I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
                I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
                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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                • to my mentor and teacher Slowwhand

                  To Sir with Love - petula clark

                  Those schoolgirl days
                  Of telling tales, and biting nails, are gone.
                  But in my mind,
                  I know they will still live on and on

                  But how do you thank someone
                  Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
                  It isn't easy, but I'll try.

                  If you wanted the sky,
                  I would write across the sky in letters,
                  that would soar a thousand feet high:
                  "To Sir, With Love."

                  The time has come
                  For closing books; and long last looks must end
                  And as I leave,
                  I know that I am leaving my best friend.

                  A friend who taught me right from wrong,
                  And weak from strong -- that's a lot to learn.
                  But -- what can I give you in return?
                  If you wanted the moon,
                  I would try to make a start . . . but I
                  Would rather you let me give my heart
                  To Sir, With Love....

                  Those awkward years
                  Have hurried by, why did they fly away?
                  Why is it, Sir
                  Children grow up to be people one day
                  What takes the place of climbing trees
                  And dirty knees in the world outside?
                  What is there for you I can buy?
                  If you wanted the world
                  I'd surround it with a wall, I'd scrawl
                  These words in letters ten feet tall:
                  "To Sir, with love"
                  "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                  • heard this song today.
                    forgot how much i loved it


                    (You're My) Soul and Inspiration

                    The Righteous Brothers



                    Girl, I can't let you do this
                    Let you walk away
                    Girl, how can I live through this
                    When you're all I wake up for each day?

                    Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration
                    You're all I've got to get me by
                    You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
                    Without you baby, what good am I?

                    I never had much goin'
                    But at least I had you
                    How can you walk out knowin'
                    I ain't got nothin' left if you do?

                    Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration
                    You're all I've got to get me by
                    You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
                    Without you baby, what good am I, oh what good am I?

                    SPOKEN: Baby, I can't make it withoutcha. And I'm, I'm tellin' ya, honey-you're my
                    reason for laughin', for cryin', for livin', and for dyin'.

                    Baby, I can't make it without you
                    Please, I'm begging you baby
                    If you go it will kill me
                    I swear it, Dear, my love can't bear it

                    You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
                    You're all I've got to get me by
                    You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
                    Without you baby, what good am I, what good am I?

                    Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm
                    Mm-mm-mm
                    "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                    • Hollywood Bltch by Stone Temple pilots

                      You're on the outside
                      You're lookin' in
                      You're takin' pictures of what you never been
                      So kill to kill
                      So ya wanna die?
                      You're burnin' slowly - with seven lives

                      Blow up the ***** with the firecracker smile
                      Switchblade in her suitcase
                      Loves to drive 'em wild
                      So kill to kill
                      Yeah ya gonna die
                      Everybody's searchin' - every single night

                      You'll never keep it 'cause you sold yourself
                      And by the way
                      You'll never lose it 'cause you never had it
                      It's all the same

                      Rock Star Life - turn on the switch
                      Hollywood Bltch - so fake that she seems real
                      She goes again

                      She's from the "Westside," she's lookin' thin
                      She fills her body with what she'll never be
                      So kill to kill - so you wanna die?
                      Everybody's searchin' - every single night

                      Dixieland Delight by Alabama


                      Rollin' down a backwoods Tennessee by way
                      One arm on the wheel
                      Holdin' my lover with the other
                      A sweet, soft, Southern thrill

                      Worked hard all week, got a little jingle
                      On a Tennessee Saturday night
                      Couldn't feel better, I'm together
                      With my Dixieland Delight

                      Spend my dollar
                      Parked in a holler
                      'Neath the mountain moonlight
                      Hold her up tight
                      Make a little lovin'
                      A little turtle dovin'
                      On a Mason-Dixon night
                      Fits my life, oh so right
                      My Dixieland Delight

                      White tail buck deer munchin' on clover
                      Red tail hawk sittin' on a limb
                      A chubby old groundhog, croakin' bullfrog
                      Free as the feelin' in the wind

                      Home grown country girl gonna give me a whirl
                      On a Tennessee Saturday night
                      Lucky as a seven livin' in heaven
                      With my Dixieland Delight

                      Spend my dollar
                      Parked in a holler
                      'Neath the mountain moonlight
                      Hold her up tight
                      Make a little lovin'
                      A little turtle dovin'
                      On a Mason-Dixon night
                      Fits my life, oh so right
                      My Dixieland Delight
                      Spend my dollar
                      Parked in a holler
                      'Neath the mountain moonlight
                      Hold her up tight
                      Make a little lovin'
                      A little turtle dovin'
                      On a Mason-Dixon night
                      Fits my life, oh so right
                      My Dixieland Delight
                      Rollin' down a backwoods Tennessee by way
                      One arm on the wheel
                      Holdin' my lover with the other
                      A sweet, soft, Southern thrill

                      Worked hard all week, got a little jingle
                      On a Tennessee Saturday night
                      Couldn't feel better, I'm together
                      With my Dixieland Delight


                      Welcome Home (Sanitarium) by Metallica

                      Welcome to where time stands still
                      No one leaves and no one will
                      Moon is full never seems to change
                      Just labeled mentally deranged
                      Dream the same thing every night
                      I see our freedom in my sight
                      No locked doors no window bared
                      No things to make my brain see scared
                      Sleep my friend and you will see
                      That dreem is my reality
                      They keep me locked up in this cage
                      Can they see that´s why my brain says rage
                      Sanatarium live me be
                      Sanatarium just live me alone
                      Build my fear on whats out there
                      And cannot breathe the open air
                      Whispear things into my brain
                      Insurring me that i´m insane
                      They think ourheads are in their hnds
                      But violent use brings violent plans
                      Keep him tied it makes him well
                      He´s getting better cannot you tell
                      No more can they keep us in
                      Listen damn it we will win
                      They see it right they see it well
                      But they think this saves us from our hell
                      Sanatarium live me be
                      Sanatarium just leave me alone
                      Fear of living on
                      Nativess getting restles now
                      Mutiny in the air
                      Got some death to do
                      Mirror stands back hard
                      Kill it such a friendly word
                      Seems the only way
                      For reaching out again
                      "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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                      • Hypnotized
                        (Bob Welch)
                        Fleetwood Mac
                        Mystery To Me

                        It's the same kind of story
                        That seems to come down from long ago
                        Two friends having coffee together
                        When something flies by their window
                        It might be out on that lawn
                        Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
                        Because there's no explaining what your imagination
                        Can make you see and feel

                        Seems like a dream
                        They got me hypnotized

                        Now it's not a meaningless question
                        To ask if they've been and gone
                        I remember a talk about North
                        Carolina and a strange, strange pond
                        You see the sides were like glass
                        In the thick of a forest without a road
                        And if any man's ever made that land
                        Then I think it would've showed

                        Seems like a dream
                        They got me hypnotized

                        They say there's a place down in Mexico
                        Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
                        And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine
                        And he never will
                        Now you know it's a meaningless question
                        To ask if those stories are right
                        'Cause what matters most is the feeling
                        You get when you're hypnotized

                        Seems like a dream
                        They got me hypnotized
                        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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                        • one more song before dreamland


                          I'VE GOT TO HAVE YOU (Kris Kristofferson)

                          You came smilin' softly, shyly movin'
                          Easy as a dreamer into my room.
                          And before I realized the danger
                          I found myself looking into your eyes.
                          Somewhere in their colours I saw promises
                          Of things I'd never seen before
                          It's all over...I've got to have you.

                          Holding onto, talking, saying nothing.
                          Knowing in a moment I could lose you.
                          Then without a warning I remembered that
                          You trembled at the touch of my hand.
                          Knowing when you came to me that no one else
                          Would ever feel the same in my arms
                          It's all over...I've got to have you.

                          Wakin' in the morning to the tenderness
                          Of holding you asleep in my arms.
                          Dreaming while my hair was blowing
                          Softer than a whisper on my cheek.
                          I don't know the feeling so I don't know if it's love
                          But it's enough...It's enough
                          I can't help it...I've got to have you.
                          It's all over...I've got to have you.
                          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                          • Hit the Ground by 6Gig

                            I thought I could break the sound barrier just by trying
                            to hit with focus and at random and never dying
                            a waterfall flowing upstream only human
                            I though I could break the sound barrier.
                            I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
                            I'm only stopping to hit the ground
                            only stopping to regain feeling
                            I'm only stopping to hit the ground.
                            Keep my head up
                            keep swinging and it'll come back to me
                            a boomerang exploding I'm dancing in the karma seat
                            the tinball fizzled pinprick and so free
                            I thought I could break the sound barrier
                            I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
                            I'm only stopping to hit the ground
                            only stopping to regain feeling
                            I'm only stopping to hit the ground.
                            I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
                            I'm only stopping to hit the ground
                            I'm only stopping to regain feeling
                            I'm only stopping to hit the ground.
                            "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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                            • DIXIE TOOT
                              (R. Stewart / R. Wood)

                              Sitting on my back door wondering which way to go
                              The sun's shining on my back and it hurts (child)
                              The FM station plays another bad 45
                              And it's been so long since I had a good time
                              It's been so long since I had a good time

                              Never wrecked my head on a bandstand
                              in the trombone or clarinet line
                              When I come in heat on Bourbon Street for Mardi Gras
                              When those for a cryin' just stay behind in the bar
                              'Cause it's been so long since I had a good time
                              Yeah it's been so long since I had a good time

                              I'm gonna lose control of my powers
                              I might even lose my trousers
                              Smash some glass, act like trash if I want
                              Wear a skirt be a flirt if I want
                              'Cause it's been so long since I had a good time
                              This prodigal man from Dixieland needs a good time
                              right now, show me a good time right now

                              You better take it while you can
                              You gotta get it while you can

                              And when the Man Upstairs he calls me
                              He'll say "It's your turn son to come"
                              Don't play the blues down in old Toulouse for me
                              Let sleighbells ring and children sing in the street
                              And tell all of my friends that I had a good time
                              Open up the sky won't you ride me high
                              Let's have a good time
                              And if I'm late at heaven's gate blame a good time
                              And when the angels sing I will join in
                              Let's have a good time really

                              I took my luck, I didn't give a ****, I had a good time
                              Tell all my friends only all my best to have a good time
                              Goodbye
                              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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                              • Father and Son
                                Cat Stevens


                                (Father)
                                It's not time to make a change,
                                Just relax, take it easy.
                                You're still young, that's your fault,
                                There's so much you have to know.
                                Find a girl, settle down,
                                If you want you can marry.
                                Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

                                I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
                                To be calm when you've found something going on.
                                But take your time, think a lot,
                                Why, think of everything you've got.
                                For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

                                (Son)
                                How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
                                It's always been the same, same old story.
                                From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
                                Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
                                I know I have to go.

                                (Father)
                                It's not time to make a change,
                                Just sit down, take it slowly.
                                You're still young, that's your fault,
                                There's so much you have to go through.
                                Find a girl, settle down,
                                if you want you can marry.
                                Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

                                (Son)
                                All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
                                It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
                                If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
                                Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
                                I know I have to go.
                                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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