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  • Originally posted by SlowwHand
    But I Was Cool
    Albert Collins
    Reminded me of this:

    Be Cool - Joni Mitchell

    If there's one rule to this game
    Everybody's gonna name
    It's be cool
    If you're worried or uncertain
    If your feelings are hurtin'
    You're a fool if you can't keep cool
    Charm 'em
    Don't alarm 'em
    Keep things light
    Keep your worries out of sight
    And play it cool
    Play it cool
    Fifty-fifty
    Fire and ice

    If your heart is on the floor
    Cause you've just seen your lover
    Comin' through the door with a new fool
    Be cool
    Don't get riled
    Smile-keep it light
    Be your own best friend tonight
    And play it cool
    Play it cool
    Fifty-fifty
    Fire and ice

    Don't get jealous
    Don't get over-zealous
    Keep your cool
    Don't whine
    Kiss of that flaky valentine
    You're nobody's fool
    Be cool fool
    Be cool
    (Lots of other fish in the sea)

    Play it cool
    Play it cool
    Fifty-fifty
    Fire and ice

    So if there's one rule to this game
    Everybody's gonna name
    It's--be cool
    If you're worried or uncertain
    If your feelings are hurtin'
    You're a fool if you can't keep cool
    They want you to
    Charm 'em
    Don't alarm 'em
    Keep things light
    Keep your worries out of sight
    And play it cool
    Play it cool
    Fifty-fifty
    Fire and ice
    "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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    • I think I found a new personal theme song.
      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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      • Two For Tuesday; Ray Stevens

        Mississippi Squirrel


        Well when I was kid I'd take a trip
        every summer,
        down to Mississippi.
        To visit my granny in her ante bellum world.I'd run barefooted all day long,
        climbing trees free as a song.
        One day I happened catch myself a squirrel.
        I stuffed him down in an old shoebox,
        punched a couple holes in the top and when Sunday came,
        I snuck him into church.
        I was sittin way back in the very last pew
        showin him to my good buddy Hugh,
        when that squirrel got loose
        and went totally berserk!

        Well what happened next is hard to tell.
        Some thought it was heaven others thought it was hell.
        But the fact that something was among us
        was plain to see.
        As the choir sang I Surrender All
        the squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls
        harv leaped to his feet anmd said,
        "Somethin's got a hold on me!"
        YEOW

        The day the squirrel went berserk.
        In the First Self-Righteous Church
        Of that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.
        It was a fight for survival,
        that broke out in revival.
        They were jumpin pews and shouting Halelujah!

        Well Harv hit the isles dancin and screamin
        some thought he had religion
        others thought he had a demon
        Harv thought he had a weed eater loose
        in his fruit of the looms.
        He fell to his knees to plead and beg,
        and that squirrel ran out of his britches leg,
        unobserved to the other side of the room.

        All the way down to the Amen pew
        where sat Sister Bertha better than you
        Who had been watching all the commotion
        with sadistic glee.
        You should've seen the look in her eyes
        when that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs.
        she jumped to her feet and said,
        "Lord have mercy on me!"
        As the squirrel made laps inside her dress,
        she began to cry and then to confess
        to sins that would make a sailor blush with shame.

        She told of gossip and church disention,
        but the thing that got the most attention
        is when she talked about her love life
        then she started naming names!

        The day the squirrel went berserk.
        In the First Self-Righteous Church
        Of that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.
        It was a fight for survival,
        that broke out in revival.
        They were jumpin pews and shouting Halelujah!

        Well seven deacons and the pastor got saved
        and 25,000 dollars got raised.
        And 50 volunteered for missions in the Congo
        on the spot.
        and even without and invitaion
        there were at least 500 rededications.
        And we ALL got rebaptised whether we needed it or not.

        Well you've heard the Bible stories I guess
        of how he parted the waters for Moses to pass.
        All th miracles God has brought to this l' world.
        But the one I'll remember to my dyin day
        is how he put that church back on the narrow way
        with a half crazed Mississippi Squirrel

        The day the squirrel went berserk.
        In the First Self-Righteous Church
        Of that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.
        It was a fight for survival,
        that broke out in revival.
        They were jumpin pews and shouting Halelujah!

        ----------------------------------------------------------------


        Streak

        SPOKEN: Hello, ev'ryone, This is your Action News reporter with all the news that
        is news across the nation on the scene at the supermarket. There seems to have
        been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?

        SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's standin' over there by the tomaters and here he comes-
        runnin' through the pole beans, through the fruits ''n' vegetables, nekked as a
        jaybird. 'n' I hollered over t'Ethel, I said "DON'T LOOK, ETHEL!!" 'n' it's too late-
        she'd already been INcensed.

        (Here he comes)
        Looka dat, looka dat
        (There he goes)
        Looka dat, looka dat
        (And he ain't wearin' no clothes)

        Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        Fastest thing on two feet
        Looka dat, looka dat
        He's just as proud as he can be of his anatomy
        He gun give us a peek
        Oh, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        He likes to show off his physique
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        If there's an audience to be found
        He'll be streakin' A-round invitin' public critique <"zipppp" kazoo sound>

        SPOKEN: This is your Action News reporter once again and we're here at the gas
        station. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?

        SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's just in here gettin' my tawres checked 'n' he just
        appeared outta the back. Come streakin' around the grease rack there-didn't have
        nuthin on but a smile!! I looked at her and Ethel was gettin' 'er a cold drink. I
        hollered "DON'T LOOK, ETHEL!!" But it's too late-she'd already been MOONED!!
        Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers!!

        (He ain't crude)
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        (He ain't rude)
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        (He's just in the mood to run in the nude)

        Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        He likes to turn other cheek
        (Looka dat, looka dat)
        He's always makin' the news wearin' just his tennis shoes
        Guess you could call him unique <"zipppp" kazoo sound>



        SPOKEN: Once again, your Action News reporter in the booth at the gym covering
        the disturbance at the basketball playoff. Pardon me, sir, did you see what
        happened?

        SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. Halftime, I's just goin' down there to get Ethel a snow cone.
        Here he come, right outta the cheap seats, dribblin'. Right down the middle of the
        floor. Didn't have on nothin' but his Keds! Made a hook shot and got out through
        the concession stand. I hollered up at Ethel, I said "DON'T LOOK, ETHEL!!"..Too
        late. She'd already gotten a free shot. Grandstand. Right there in front of the
        home team.

        Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>

        CLOSING: Not totally decipherable because 3 things are going on at once. Ray is
        singing a verse and the backup singers are doing (Looka dat, looka dat) while Ray,
        on an overlaid track is speaking "Ethel! Is that you
        Ethel? < He's just as proud as he can be > What do you think
        you're doin? < He gonna give us a peek> You get your clothes on !!"
        Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
        "Ethel, where you goin'? < He likes to show off his physique> Ethel, you
        shameless hussy!!" invitin' public critique> Say it isn't SO, Ethel!!

        FADE
        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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        • Two for Tuesday - Alanis Morissette

          Indulge me - I've had a terrible day.

          Ironic

          An old man turned ninety-eight
          He won the lottery and died the next day
          It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
          It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
          Isn't it ironic
          Don't you think?

          It's like rain on your wedding day
          It's a free ride when you've already paid
          It's the good advice that you just didn't take
          And who would've thought
          It figures?

          Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
          He packed his su-u-u-itcase
          And kissed his kids good-bye
          He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
          And as the plane crashed down he thought
          "Well, isn't this nice."
          And isn't it ironic
          Don't you think?

          It's like rain on your wedding day
          It's a free ride when you've already paid
          It's the good advice that you just didn't take
          And who would've thought
          It figures?

          Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
          When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
          And life has a funny way of helping you out when
          You think everything's gone wrong and everthing blows up
          In your face

          A traffic jam when you're already late
          A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
          It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
          It's meeting the man of my dreams
          And then meeting his beautiful wife
          And isn't it ironic
          Don't you think?
          A little too ironic
          And yeah I really do think

          It's like rain on your wedding day
          It's a free ride when you've already paid
          It's the good advice that you just didn't take
          And who would've thought
          It figures?

          Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
          And life has a funny way of helping you out
          Helping you out


          Surrendering

          you were full and fully capable
          you were self sufficient and needless
          your house was fully decorated in that sense

          you were taken with me to a point
          a case of careful what you wish for
          but what you knew was enough to begin

          and so you called and courted fiercely
          so you reached out, entirely fearless
          and yet you knew of reservation and how it serves

          and I salute you for your courage
          and I applaud your perseverance
          and I embrace you for your faith in the face of adversarial forces
          that I represent

          so you were in but not entirely
          you were up for this but not totally
          you knew how arms length-ing can maintain doubt

          and so you fell and you're intact
          so you dove in and you're still breathing
          so you jumped and you're still flying if not shocked

          and I support you in your trusting
          and I commend you for your wisdom
          and I'm amazed by your surrender in the face of threatening forces
          that I represent

          you found creative ways to distance
          you hid away from much through humor
          your choice of armor was your intellect

          and so you felt and you're still here
          and so you died and you're still standing
          and so you softened and you're still safely in command

          self protection was in times of true danger
          your best defense to mistrust and be wary
          surrendering a feat of unequalled measure
          and I'm thrilled to let you in
          overjoyed to be let in in kind
          "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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          • Green Day - Nice Guys Finish Last

            Nice guys finish last
            You're running out of gas
            Your sympathy will get you left behind
            Sometimes you're at your best
            when you look the worst
            Do you feel washed up
            like piss going down the drain

            Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane
            I'm so ****ing happy I could cry
            Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you
            I never knew you were such a funny guy

            Oh nice guys finish last,
            when you are the outcast
            Don't pat yourself on the back
            you might break your spine

            Living on command
            You're shaking lots of hands
            Kissing up and bleeding all your trust
            taking what you need
            Bite the hand that feeds
            You kill your memory
            "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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            • 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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              • M People - Search for the Hero Inside Yourself

                Sometimes the river flows but nothing breathes
                A train arrives but never leaves
                It's a shame
                Oh life like love that walks out of the door
                Of being rich or being poor
                Such a shame

                But it's then, then that faith arrives
                To make you feel at least alive
                And that's why you should keep on aiming high
                Just seek yourself and you will shine

                You've got to search for the hero inside yourself
                Search for the secrets you hide
                Search for the hero inside yourself
                Until you find the key to your life

                In this life long and hard though it may seem
                Live it as you'd live a dream
                Aim so high
                Just keep the flame of truth burning bright
                The missing treasure you must find

                Because you and only you alone
                Can build a bridge across the stream
                Weave your spell in life's rich tapestry
                Your passport to a feel supreme

                You've got to search for the hero inside yourself
                Search for the secrets you hide
                Search for the hero inside yourself
                Until you find the key to your life
                "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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                • This thread needs some rock and roll, badly!

                  King In Crimson

                  By BRUCE DICKENSON

                  In the darkness, the raven's head
                  In the courtyard clothed in fear
                  I see gates that are opening
                  There's only one way out of here

                  Daylight has come
                  The night has come

                  See his twisted sons and daughters
                  Writhing slowly in Satan's mire
                  If you only could see the visions
                  The trembling world I now despise

                  As the veil reveals the outer darkness
                  I am sucked into the walls of flame

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson comes

                  Arise awake

                  The King in Crimson, crimson comes
                  He knows the weakness that you can't fight
                  The stone of night that weighs you down
                  If only you could see the visions
                  His hand is death if you take it now

                  As you scream into the web of silence
                  There is nothing that can save you now

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson comes

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson comes

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson comes

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson, crimson comes
                  As you scream into the web of silence
                  There is nothing that can save you now

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson comes

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson comes

                  Arise, awake

                  The King in Crimson, crimson comes

                  To your window he comes

                  At your window I come
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                  • The Last In Line

                    By RONNIE JAMES DIO

                    We're a ship without a storm
                    The cold without the warm
                    Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah

                    We're a laugh without a tear
                    The hope without the fear
                    We are coming - home

                    We're off to the witch
                    We may never never never come home
                    But the magic that we'll feel
                    Is worth a lifetime

                    We're all born upon the cross
                    The throw before the toss
                    You can release yourself
                    But the only way is down

                    We don't come alone
                    We are fire we are stone
                    We're the hand that writes
                    Then quickly moves away

                    We'll know for the first time
                    If we're evil or divine
                    We're the last in line
                    We're the last in line

                    Two eyes from the east
                    It's the angel or the beast
                    And the answer lies between
                    The good and bad

                    We search for the truth
                    We could die upon the tooth
                    But the thrill of just the chase
                    Is worth the pain

                    We're off to the witch
                    We may never never never come home
                    But the magic that we'll feel
                    Is worth a lifetime

                    We're all born upon the cross
                    The throw before the toss
                    You can release yourself
                    But the only way you go is down
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                    • Triple Shot Thursday; Stephen Bishop

                      It Might Be You

                      Time
                      I've been passing time watching trains go by
                      All of my life
                      Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly
                      Wishing there would be
                      Someone waiting home for me
                      Something's telling me it might be you
                      It's telling me it might be you
                      All of my life

                      Looking back as lovers go walking past
                      All of my life
                      Wondering how they met and what makes it last
                      If I found the place
                      Would I recognise the face
                      Something's telling me it might be you
                      Yeah it's telling me it might be you

                      So many quiet walks to take
                      So many dreams to wake
                      And we've so much love to make
                      Oh, I think we've gonna need some time
                      Many be all we need is time

                      And it's telling me it might be you
                      All of my life

                      I've been saving love songs and lullabies
                      And there're so much more
                      No one's ever heard before
                      Something's telling me it might be you
                      Yeah, it's telling me it must be you
                      And I'm feeling it'll just be you
                      All of my life

                      May be it's you (it's you)
                      May be it's you (it's you)
                      I've been waiting for all of my life

                      ---------------------------------------------------------------


                      On And On


                      Down in Jamaica
                      They go lots of pretty women
                      Steal your money
                      Then they break your heart
                      Lonesome sue, she's in love with ol'Sam
                      Take him from the fire into the frying pan

                      On and on
                      She just keeps on trying
                      And she smiles when she feels like crying
                      On and on, On and on, On and on

                      Poor ol'Jimmy
                      Sits alone in the moonlight
                      Saw his woman kiss another man
                      So he takes a ladder
                      Steals the stars from the sky
                      Puts on sinatra and starts to cry

                      On and on
                      He just keeps on trying
                      And he smiles when he feels like crying
                      On and on, On and on, On and on

                      when the first time is the last time
                      It can make you feel so bad
                      But if you know it, show it
                      Hold on tight
                      Don't let her say: Goodnight

                      Got the sun on my shoulders
                      And my toes in the sand
                      My woman's left me for the some other man
                      Aw, but I don't care
                      I'll just dream and stay tan
                      Toos up my heart to see where it lands

                      On and on
                      I just keep on trying
                      And I smile when I feel like dying
                      On and on (9x)

                      ----------------------------------------------------------------

                      Save It For A Rainy Day
                      Backing vocals: Chaka Khan


                      Well she's kinda pretty
                      Drives a big car too
                      And when I hold her in my arms
                      I never know what to do
                      She's got everything she needs
                      What does she need me for
                      Just a crazy fool comin' back for more
                      And I know she's no good
                      Can't blame her but I know I should
                      Everybody says-a watch out boy
                      She'll break your heart like it was a toy

                      You better save it for a rainy day
                      You better save it for a rainy day

                      Well I'd leave in a minute if I only could
                      But when she touches me
                      It makes me feel so good
                      My heart's in her hand this is sure a mess
                      There's no way I say "no"
                      When she says "yes, yes, yes!"

                      Take me, shake me and tell me this ain't a dream
                      Everybody says-a watch out boy
                      She'll break your heart like it was a toy

                      You better save it for a rainy day
                      You better save it for a rainy day

                      (Instrumental)

                      Save it for a rainy day
                      You better save it for a rainy day
                      You better (save it) save it for a rainy day
                      You better (save it) save it for a rainy day
                      (Oh, I'm talking to you)
                      You better (save it) save it for a rainy day
                      (Ah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
                      You better (save it) save it for a rainy day
                      (Ah-ah, yeah yeah I'm talking to you)

                      (Repeat and fade)



                      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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                      • La tribu de Dana (Manau)

                        Le vent souffle sur les plaines de la Bretagne armoricaine,
                        je jette un dernier regard sur ma femme, mon fils et mon domaine.
                        Akim, le fils du forgeron est venu me chercher,
                        les druides ont décidé de mener le combat dans la vallée.
                        Là, où tous nos ancêtres, de géants guerriers celtes, après de
                        grandes batailles, se sont imposés en maîtres, c'est l'heure
                        maintenant de défendre notre terre contre une armée de
                        Simeriens prête à croiser le fer.
                        Toute la tribu s'est réunie autour de grands menhirs,
                        pour invoquer les dieux afin qu'ils puissent nous bénir.
                        Après cette prière avec mes frères sans faire état de zèle,
                        les chefs nous ont donné à tous des gorgées d'hydromel,
                        pour le courage,
                        pour pas qu'il y ait de faille,
                        pour rester grands et fiers quand nous serons dans la bataille car c'est la première fois pour moi que je pars au combat et j'espère être digne de la tribu de Dana.

                        REFRAIN:
                        Dans la vallée de Dana La lilala.
                        Dans la vallée j'ai pu entendre les échos.
                        Dans la vallée de Dana La lilala.
                        Dans la vallée des chants de guerre près des tombeaux.

                        Après quelques incantations de druides et de magie,
                        toute la tribu,
                        la glaive en main courait vers l'ennemi,
                        la lutte était terrible et je ne voyais que les ombres,
                        tranchant l'ennemi qui revenait toujours en surnombre.
                        Mes frères tombaient l'un après l'autre devant mon regard,
                        sous le poids des armes que possédaient tous ces barbares,
                        des lances, des haches et des épées dans le jardin d'Eden qui écoulait du sang sur l'herbe verte de la plaine.
                        Comme ces jours de peine où l'homme se traîne à la limite du règne du mal et de la haine,
                        fallait-il continuer ce combat déjà perdu,
                        mais telle était la fierté de toute la tribu,
                        la lutte a continué comme ça jusqu'au soleil couchant,
                        de férocité extrême en plus d'acharnement,
                        fallait défendre la terre de nos ancêtres enterrés là et pour toutes les lois de la tribu de Dana.

                        REFRAIN

                        Au bout de la vallée on entendait le son d'une corne,
                        d'un chef ennemi qui rappelait toute sa horde,
                        avait-il compris qu'on lutterait même en enfer et qu'à la tribu de Dana appartenaient ces terres.
                        Les guerriers repartaient, je ne comprenais pas tout le chemin qu'ils avaient fait pour en arriver là,
                        quand mon regard se posa tout autour de moi,
                        j'étais le seul debout de la tribu voilà pourquoi.

                        Mes doigts se sont écartés tout en
                        lâchant mes armes et le long de mes joues se sont mises à couler des larmes,
                        je n'ai jamais compris pourquoi les dieux m'ont épargné de ce jour noir de notre histoire que j'ai contée.
                        Le vent souffle toujours sur la Bretagne armoricaine et j'ai rejoins ma femme,
                        mon fils et mon domaine,
                        j'ai tout reconstruit de mes mains pour en arriver là,
                        je suis devenu roi de la tribu de Dana.

                        REFRAIN
                        In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
                        In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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                        • Ma Belle Ami



                          Ma belle amie
                          You were a child of the sun
                          And the sky and the deep blue sea
                          Ma belle amie
                          Apres tous les beaux jours
                          Je te dis merci merci
                          You were the answer of all my questions
                          Before we're through
                          I want to tell you that I adore you
                          And always do
                          That you amaze me by leaving me now
                          And start a-new
                          Ma belle amie I'm in love with you

                          CHORUS Let the bells ring
                          Let the birds sing
                          Let's all give my substitute a big cheer
                          Let the bells ring
                          Let the birds sing
                          For the man after him waits here
                          For the man after him waits here

                          Ma belle amie
                          You were a child of the sun
                          And the sky and the deep blue sea
                          Ma belle amie
                          There was a time that you thought
                          That your only friend was me
                          You were the answer of all my questions
                          Before we're through
                          I want to tell you that I adore you
                          And always do
                          That you amaze me by leaving me now
                          And start a-new
                          Ma belle amie I'm in love with you

                          CHORUS
                          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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                          • Triple Shot Thursday - Fleetwood Mac

                            Go Your Own Way

                            Loving you
                            Isn't the right thing to do
                            How can I ever
                            Change things that I feel?

                            If I could, maybe
                            I'd give you my world
                            How can I
                            When you won't take it from me?

                            You can go your own way
                            Go your own way
                            You can call it
                            Another lonely day
                            You can go your own way
                            Go your own way

                            Tell me why everything turned around
                            Packing up, shacking up
                            Is all you wanna do
                            If I could, baby, I'd give you my
                            World. Open up
                            Everything's waiting for you

                            You can go your own way,
                            Go your own way
                            You can call it
                            Another lonely day
                            You can go your own way,
                            Go your own way....


                            Don't Stop

                            If you wake up and don't want to smile
                            If it takes just a little while
                            Open your eyes and look at the day
                            You'll see things in a different way.

                            Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow
                            Don't stop, it'll soon be here
                            It'll be better than before
                            Cos yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone

                            Why not think about times to come
                            And not about the things that you've done
                            If your life was bad to you
                            Just think what tomorrow will do

                            Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow
                            Don't stop, it'll soon be here
                            It'll be better than before
                            Cos yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone

                            All I want is to see you smile
                            If it takes just a little while
                            I know you don't believe that it's true
                            I never meant any harm to you

                            Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow
                            Don't stop, it'll soon be here
                            It'll be better than before
                            Cos yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone

                            Don't you look back
                            Don't you look back


                            As Long As You Follow

                            I've been searching
                            For a pot of gold
                            Like the kind you find
                            At the end of the rainbow

                            I've been dreaming
                            Thought it was in vain
                            Ah, but now you're here
                            Can't believe that you're back again

                            Now I know I can't lose
                            As long as you follow
                            I'm gonna win
                            I'm gonna beg, steal, or borrow
                            As long as you follow

                            I've been wandering
                            Gone away too far
                            But the road was rough
                            To get back where you are

                            And the sun went down
                            It never seemed to rise
                            Ah, but now you're here
                            With the light shining in your eyes

                            Now I know I can't lose
                            As long as you follow
                            I'm gonna win
                            I'm gonna beg, steal, or borrow
                            Yes, I can live today
                            If you give me tomorrow
                            As long as you follow
                            "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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                            • I have The Dance video.
                              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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                              • Valerie
                                Steve Winwood


                                So wild standing there
                                With her hands in her hair
                                I can't help remember
                                Just where she touched me
                                There's still no face
                                Here in her place

                                So cool she was like jazz
                                On a summer's day
                                Music high and sweet
                                Then she just blew away
                                Now she can't be that warm
                                With the wind in her arms

                                Valerie call on me
                                Call on me Valerie come and see me
                                I'm the same boy I used to be

                                Love songs fill the night
                                But they don't tell it all
                                Not how lovers cry out
                                Just like they're dying
                                Her cries hang there in time somewhere

                                Someday some good wind
                                May blow her back to me
                                Some night I may hear her
                                Like she used to be
                                No it can't be that warm
                                With the wind in her arms

                                Valerie call on me
                                Call on me Valerie come and see me
                                I'm the same boy I used to be

                                So cool she was like jazz
                                On a summer's day
                                Music high and sweet
                                Then she just blew away
                                Now she can't be that warm
                                With the wind in her arms

                                Valerie call on me
                                Call on me Valerie come and see me
                                I'm the same boy I used to be
                                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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