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  • Blame by KoRn

    So I think you are a fool
    Hanging on my every word
    It's getting ugly
    So I'm ugly

    Tear me from your heart
    Tearing me apart

    So I thought you'd disapear
    Being alone is what you fear
    Are you lonely?
    Yes lonely

    Tear me from your heart
    Tearing me apart

    Rolling, and throwing, consoling
    Everything that goes this far
    Joking and hoping, revolting
    All that **** that's who you are
    Holding, and scolding, revolving
    Peel it back, reveal the scar
    Loathing, exploding, controlling
    This is what you really are

    The time is coming
    gone insane
    You're really happy
    Won the game
    The time is coming
    A bed of flames
    Your life is over and you're to blame
    The time is coming
    You've gone insane
    You're feeling happy
    You've won the game
    The time is coming
    A bed of flames
    Your life is over and you're to blame

    Rolling, and throwing, consoling
    Everything that goes this far
    Joking and hoping, revolting
    All that **** that's who you are
    Holding, and scolding, revolving
    Peel it back, reveal the scar
    Loathing, exploding, controlling
    This is what you really are
    "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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    • Ik Hou Van U (Noordkaap)

      Refrein:
      We waren bijna echt vergeten
      Hoe schoon de zomer wel kan zijn
      Zonder zorgen en zonder regen
      Hoe schoon de zomer hier kan zijn

      We waren uit het oog verloren
      Hoe warm een weiland wel kan zijn
      Open de vensters en open de ogen
      En zie hoe schoon de zomers zijn

      Ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Geef me een kus, geef me een kus
      Geef me een kus en vlug voor de laatste bus

      Refrein

      Ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Ja, ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Ja, ik hou van u, ja, ik hou van u, ik hou van u

      Geef me een kus, geef me een kus
      Geef me een kus en vlug voor de laatste bus
      Geef me een kus, geef me een kus
      Geef me een kus en vlug voor de laatste bus

      Ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Oh, ik hou van u, ik hou van u, ik hou van u
      Lalala …
      Geef me een kus
      In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
      In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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      • WHAT BECOMES OF THE BROKEN-HEARTED
        JIMMY RUFFIN


        As I walk this land with broken dreams
        I have visions of many things
        Love's happiness is just an illusion
        Filled with sadness and confusion,
        What becomes of the broken hearted
        Who had love that's now departed?
        I know I've got to find
        Some kind of peace of mind
        Maybe.
        The fruits of love grow all around
        But for me they come a tumblin' down.
        Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
        I can't stand this pain much longer
        I walk in shadows
        Searching for light
        Cold and alone
        No comfort in sight,
        Hoping and praying for someone to care
        Always moving and goin to where
        What becomes of the broken hearted
        Who had love that's now departed?
        I know I've got to find
        Some kind of peace of mind
        Maybe.
        I'm searching though I don't succeed,
        But someone look, there's a growing need.
        Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning,
        All that's left is an unhappy ending.
        Now what's become of the broken-hearted
        Who had love that's now departed?
        I know I've got to find
        Some kind of peace of mind
        I'll be searching everywhere
        Just to find someone to care.
        I'll be looking everyday
        I know I'm gonna find a way
        Nothings gonna stop me now
        I'll find a way somehow
        I'll be searching everywhere
        (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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        • Maryland - Vonda Shepard

          I've been thinking
          I've been thinking
          I've been thinking too much.
          I just want to live now for a little while.
          And cast my dreams to the wind
          Don't wanna wonder
          don't wanna wonder what it's all about
          I'm just working for a living singing with my friends
          As I cast my dreams to the wind

          Maryland I'm coming home
          Never worry about what I did wrong.
          And that I'll never be what my daddy wanted me to be
          and I'll never see what my mama's dreams were
          But I will sing

          I wanna fly
          I wanna fly down the highway to my home away from home.
          This funky funky club on Fairfax Avenue to see you.
          I'll never give up
          Because what is there to give up anyway?
          I'm just working for a living working for my pay
          In Maryland it's raining somewhere in some cafe.

          Maryland I'm coming home
          Never worry about what I did wrong.
          And that I'll never be what my daddy wanted me to be
          and I'll never see what my mama's dreams were
          But I will sing
          "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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          • Triple Shot Thursday; John Cafferty

            Runnin' Through The Fire


            I got smokestack lightning
            Runnin’ right thru my veins
            Trouble hangin’ round my neck
            Like a ball & chain

            Gotta be more than this to
            Being alive
            Everyday just spittin’ out nine to five
            Every night runnin’ all over this town
            Comin’ home feelin’ no pain

            I got a hunger and cold desire
            Someday it’s gonna take me
            higher
            just another small flame
            runnin’ thru the fire
            just another small flame
            runnin’ thru the fire

            runnin thru the fire….it’s
            gonna get hot
            runnin’ thru the fire…ready
            or not
            runnin’ thru the fire…any
            way your turn
            runnin’ thru the fire….your
            gonna get burned

            I’m rollin’ down the alleyway
            Headin’ for the neon lights
            I got a soul full of stuggle
            And I need a little mercy
            Tonight

            This world’s asking just a little
            Too much
            Honey I need a lovin’ tender touch
            Just move your body close to mine
            Make everything alright
            I got a hunger and cold desire
            Someday it’s gonna take me higher
            Just another small flame
            runnin’ thru the fire
            just another small flame
            runnin’ thru the fire


            runnin thru the fire….it’s
            gonna get hot
            runnin’ thru the fire…ready
            or not
            runnin’ thru the fire…any
            way your turn
            runnin’ thru the fire….your
            gonna get burned

            (solo) X2

            runnin thru the fire….it’s
            gonna get hot
            runnin’ thru the fire…ready
            or not
            runnin’ thru the fire…any
            way your turn
            runnin’ thru the fire….your
            gonna get burned
            ----------------------------------------------------------------

            Tender Years

            When the moon hung soft and low,
            Catchin' stardust in the light
            You held me closer and closer
            There was magic in the night

            A sweet love song, a melody
            that I still can recall
            Two young hearts filled with dreams
            To walk away with it all

            Whoa, whoa tender years
            Won't you wash away my tears
            How I wish you were here
            Please don't go, tender years

            A summer love, a beach romance
            Sought her kisses in the sand
            Two young hearts filled with fire
            Lost in never-neverland.

            Whoa, whoa tender years
            Won't you wash away my tears
            How I wish you were here
            Please don't go, tender years
            ---------------------------------------------------------------

            On The Dark Side

            The dark side's callin' now, nothin' is real
            She'll never know just how I feel
            From out of the shadows she walks like a dream
            Makes me feel crazy, makes me feel so mean

            Ain't nothin' gonna save you from a love that's blind
            When you slip to the dark side you cross that line
            On the dark side, oh yeah
            On the dark side, oh yeah

            Repeat


            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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            • Timeless
              Herbie Hancock



              [Chorus: Guru]
              This is history right here in the makin
              So call this timeless
              And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin
              So this here is timeless
              This is pure original innovation
              So call this timeless
              This is somethin to give you inspiration
              So this here is timeless

              [Guru]
              Timeless, priceless, survive any crisis
              Born to carry on, now we on just like this
              It's quite crisp, the way the tune hits your stereo
              These two brothers right here gettin props, everywhere we go
              More potent than any herbal essence
              Ill grooves verbal lessons
              Dominant, prominant, eternal blessings
              Never underestimate the weight of the force
              It's actual, classical, natural resource
              Plus we manage to tear down and damage
              any walls they try to place around us on this planet
              I never slack I never lack cause I'm your highness
              And this type of thing right here kid is timeless

              [Chorus]

              [Guru]
              Just caught the fresh-cut baldie, my peoples call me
              Guru, the man, yes the one with all the
              J-A-Z-Z, Y type essence
              Deep type lessons, the sun moon crescent
              Divine perspective, of the life we live
              Our time is collective, of this music we give
              Through the errors of our colorful struggle
              comes the strength of a people so powerful, so thorough
              Enough to be diamond-like, despite dirty conditions
              Check how we put it down, respect this worth rendition
              Never before, have you felt such energy
              The flyest combo, so feel our chemistry

              [Chorus]

              [Guru]
              Feast your eyes as I uniquely surmise
              +Jazzmatazz+ represents real deep ties
              Traditional, almost ritual is my lyrical
              Soon your spirit will become more concious when you hear it you'll
              give it up for our +Streetsoul+
              We reach y'all, we're addin on just like a sequel
              Been down and up, so I'm roundin up
              mad troops new recruits O.G.'s and up
              Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks
              In foreign terrortories true warriors, stand tough
              Two livin legends with the gifts of seven
              Grab your glass as we pour one more sip of heaven

              [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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              • The Carpenters - Rainy Days and Mondays

                Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
                Sometimes I'd like to quit
                Nothin' ever seems to fit
                Hangin' around
                Nothin' to do but frown
                Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

                What I've got they used to call the blues
                Nothin' is really wrong
                Feelin' like I don't belong
                Walkin' around
                Some kind of lonely clown
                Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

                Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you
                Nice to know somebody loves me
                Funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do
                Run and find the one who loves me (the one who loves me)

                What I feel has come and gone before
                No need to talk it out
                We know what it's all about
                Hangin' around
                Nothin' to do but frown
                Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

                Funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do (only thing to do)
                Run and find the one who loves me

                What I feel has come and gone before
                No need to talk it out
                We know what it's all about
                Hangin' around
                Nothin' to do but frown
                Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
                Hangin' around (hangin' around)
                Nothin' to do but frown
                Rainy days and Mondays always get...
                Me down
                "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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                • Paul Elstak - Love You More

                  you can make the sun turn purple
                  you can make the seeds unfertile
                  but you know you could never make me love you more

                  you can turn wine into water
                  and sadness into laughter
                  but you know you could never make me love you more

                  let the suns fall down
                  let the leaves turn brown
                  so you know you could never make me love you more

                  let the rainwood die
                  let the wells run dry
                  so you know you could never make me love you more

                  It's My Birthday by The Vandals
                  It's my brithday and I'll do what I want to
                  F*ck you it's my birthday
                  Special holiday only for me
                  So do what I say
                  I'ts my party and I can cry if I want to, only
                  F*ck you, it's not your birthday
                  So do what I say ok
                  For 24 hours your wishing me well
                  364 days I'm in hell
                  oh well
                  Happy birthday to me
                  Happy birthday to me

                  Leave me alone on my birthday
                  I'm gonna dance 10 times on my birthday
                  No tip, it's my birthday so do what I say

                  Thanks mom didn't have an abortion,
                  Or my birthday wouldn't be today
                  But I guess it's my good fortune
                  My birthday's today ok
                  For 24 hours your wishing me well
                  364 days I'm in hell, oh well
                  Happy Birthday to me
                  Happy Birthday to me

                  (spank me, spank me, spank me, spank me, spank me, spank me)

                  Oh well, happy birthday to me
                  Happy birthday to--
                  Can't believe you forgot my birthday
                  It's my birthday and you're wreckin it
                  No it's just like any other day ya didn't do what I say
                  How could you forget my birthday
                  That's really immature
                  F*ck you, for forgettin' my birthday
                  Ya didn't do what I say today
                  24 hours of no wishin well
                  Now 365 days I'm in hell oh well
                  Happy Birthday to me
                  Happy happy birthday to me,
                  Happy Birthday to 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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                  • Happy birthday devilmunchkin!

                    Stevie Wonder - Happy Birthday

                    You know it doesn't make much sense
                    There ought to be a law against
                    Anyone who takes offense
                    At a day in your celebration
                    'Cause we all know in our minds
                    That there ought to be a time
                    That we can set aside
                    To show just how much we love you
                    And I'm sure you will agree
                    It couldn't fit more perfectly
                    Than to have a world party on the day you came to be

                    Chorus
                    Happy birthday to you
                    Happy birthday to you
                    Happy birthday
                    (Repeat)

                    I just never understood
                    How a man who died for good
                    Could not have a day that would
                    Be set aside for his recognition
                    Because it should never be
                    Just because some cannot see
                    The dream as clear as he
                    That they should make it become an illusion
                    And we all know everything
                    That he stood for time will bring
                    For in peace our hearts will sing
                    Thanks to Martin Luther King

                    Chorus
                    Happy birthday to you
                    Happy birthday to you
                    Happy birthday
                    (Repeat)

                    Bridge
                    Why has there never been a holiday
                    Where peace is celebrated
                    all throughout the world

                    The time is overdue
                    For people like me and you
                    You know the way to truth
                    Is love and unity to all God's children
                    It should be a great event
                    And the whole day should be spent
                    In full remembrance
                    Of those who lived and died for the oneness of
                    all people
                    So let us all begin
                    We know that love can win
                    Let it out don't hold it in
                    Sing it loud as you can

                    Chorus
                    Happy birthday to you
                    Happy birthday to you
                    Happy birthday
                    (4x)

                    (BackgroundStevie)
                    Happy birthdayOoh yeah
                    Happy birthday,
                    To you

                    We know the key to unity of all
                    People
                    Is in the dream that you had so
                    Long ago
                    That lives in all of the hearts
                    Of people
                    That believe in unity
                    We'll make the dream become
                    A reality
                    I know we will
                    Because our hearts tell us so
                    "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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                    • Texas - Put Your Arms Around Me

                      Are you ready maybe I know where to run
                      Are you ready to let yourself drown
                      Are you holding your breath
                      Are you ready or not
                      Are you ready maybe too long to confess
                      Do you feel that you're already numb
                      Are you sure of yourself
                      Would you lie if you're not

                      You tire me out
                      Don't wanna let that happen
                      A secret scream so loud
                      Why did you let that happen

                      Ooh-ooh, so put your arms around me
                      You let me believe that you were someone else
                      Ooh-ooh, cause only time can take you
                      So let me believe
                      That I’m someone else

                      Are you ready, maybe, are you ready to break
                      Do you think that I push you too far
                      Would you open yourself
                      Are you reckless some nights

                      You tire me out
                      Don't wanna let that happen
                      A secret scream so loud
                      Why did you let that happen

                      Ooh-ooh, so put your arms around me
                      You let me believe that you were someone else
                      Ooh-ooh, cause only time can take you
                      So let me believe
                      That I’m someone else

                      You tire me out
                      Don't wanna let that happen
                      A secret scream so loud
                      Why did you let that happen

                      Ooh-ooh, so put your arms around me
                      You let me believe that you were someone else
                      Ooh-ooh, cause only time can take you
                      So let me believe
                      That I’m someone else
                      "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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                      • Lonesome Dove
                        Garth Brooks



                        She was a girl on a wagon train
                        Haded west across the plains
                        The train got lost in a summer storm
                        They couldn't move west and they couldn't go home
                        Then she saw him ridin' through the rain
                        He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train
                        And she looked down and her heart was gone
                        The train went west but she stayed on
                        In Lonesome Dove

                        A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand
                        A blooming rose in a bed of sand
                        She loved the man who wore a star
                        A Texas Ranger known near and far
                        So they got married and they had a child
                        But times were touch and the West was wild
                        So it was no surprise the day she learned
                        That her Texas man would not return
                        To Lonesome Dove

                        Back to back with the Rio Grande
                        A Christian woman in the devil's land
                        She learned the language and she learned to fight
                        But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights
                        In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove

                        She watched her boy grow into a man
                        He had an angel's heart and the devil's hand
                        He wore his star for all to see
                        He was a Texas lawman legacy
                        The one day word blew into town
                        It seemed the men that shot his father down
                        Had robbed a bank in Cherico
                        The only thing 'tween them and Mexico
                        Was Lonesome Dove

                        The shadows stretched across the land
                        As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande
                        And when the smoke had finally cleared the street
                        The men lay at the ranger's feet
                        But legend tells to this very day
                        That shots were comin' from an alleyway
                        Though no one knows who held the gun
                        There ain't no doubt if you ask someone
                        In Lonesome Dove

                        Back to back with the Rio Grande
                        A Christian woman in the devil's land
                        She learned the language and she learned to fight
                        But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights
                        In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove
                        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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                        • OMD - Enola Gay

                          Enola Gay
                          You should have stayed at home yesterday
                          Aha words can't describe
                          The feeling and the way you lied

                          These games you play
                          They're gonna end it more than tears someday
                          Aha Enola Gay
                          It shouldn't ever have to end this way

                          It's 8:15
                          And that's the time that it's always been
                          We got your message on the radio
                          Conditions normal and you're coming home

                          Enola Gay
                          Is mother proud of little boy today
                          Aha this kiss you give
                          It's never ever gonna fade away

                          Enola Gay
                          It shouldn't ever have to end this way
                          Aha Enola Gay
                          It shouldn't fade in our dreams away

                          It's 8:15
                          And that's the time that it's always been
                          We got your message on the radio
                          Conditions normal and you're coming home

                          Enola Gay
                          Is mother proud of little boy today
                          Aha this kiss you give
                          It's never ever gonna fade away...
                          "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                          • I just bought a CD of traditional Irish music. I'd forgotten how much I liked it.

                            Molly Malone
                            Traditional


                            In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
                            I first set my eye on sweet Molly Malone
                            As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
                            Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o!"

                            Chorus:
                            Alive, alive-o,
                            Alive, alive-o,
                            Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o!"

                            She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder,
                            For so were her mother and father before.
                            And they both wheeled their barrow through streets broad and narrow,
                            Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o!"

                            Chorus

                            She died of a fever, and no-one could save her,
                            And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
                            But her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
                            Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o!"

                            Chorus

                            Fiddler's Green

                            As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare
                            To view the still waters and take the salt air
                            I heard an old fisherman singing this song
                            O take me away boys my time is not long

                            Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
                            No more on the docks I'll be seen
                            Just tell me old shipmates
                            I'm taking a trip, mates
                            And I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green

                            Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
                            Where fishermen go when they don't go to Hell
                            Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
                            And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

                            The sky's always clear and there's never a gale
                            And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
                            You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
                            And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

                            And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru
                            There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too
                            Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
                            And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree

                            I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
                            Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
                            And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
                            When the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song
                            Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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                            • What may seem an odd choice for Mother's Day.

                              Motherless Children
                              Eric Clapton



                              Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord.
                              Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord.
                              They don't have anywhere to go;
                              Wandering around from door to door.
                              Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord.

                              Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord.
                              Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord.
                              Father will do the best he can;
                              So many things a father can't understand.
                              Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord.

                              Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead, lord.
                              Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead, lord.
                              Sister will do the best she can;
                              So many things a sister can't understand.
                              Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead.

                              When your mother is dead, when your mother is dead.
                              When your mother is dead, Lord, when your mother is dead.
                              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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                              • Drunken Hearted Boy
                                The Allman Brothers Band



                                Well, yes, people I am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
                                Well, yeah, people I am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
                                I have a whole ocean of trouble,
                                And just a little, half pint of joy.

                                I drink because I'm worried, I don't drink because I'm dry.
                                I know if I keep on drinkin, I'm liable to drink away my life.
                                But that's alright.

                                Baby, bring me another half-a-pint,
                                I'm trying to drown these blues, yes I am.
                                People if you had my trouble,
                                Baby, I know you'd be drinkin too.

                                Alright.
                                Baby, bring me some Old Grandad's 100 proof.
                                Don't play like that man, you'll make me thirsty.
                                Oh, Lord.

                                Baby, if I keep on drinkin, I know I can't last too long.
                                Woman, if I keep on drinkin, people ya know I can't last too long.
                                That's alright, cause when I'm dead and buried,
                                Please think about me when you hear this 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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