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  • I KNEW when I posted, the thought would be at LEAST going through your mind.

    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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    • You can read me like a book :P
      And look what you did! You pushed Joni onto the last page!
      D'oh. Now I'm going to have to post this against anyone posting the CSNY version...

      Joni Mitchell - Woodstock

      I came upon a child of God
      He was walking along the road
      And I asked him where are you going
      And this he told me
      I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
      I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
      I'm going to camp out on the land
      I'm going to try an' get my soul free

      We are stardust
      We are golden
      And we've got to get ourselves
      Back to the garden

      Then can I walk beside you
      I have come here to lose the smog
      And I feel to be a cog in something turning
      Well maybe it is just the time of year
      Or maybe it's the time of man
      I don't know who I am
      But you know life is for learning

      We are stardust
      We are golden
      And we've got to get ourselves
      Back to the garden

      By the time we got to Woodstock
      We were half a million strong
      And everywhere there was song and celebration
      And I dreamed I saw the bombers
      Riding shotgun in the sky
      And they were turning into butterflies
      Above our nation

      We are stardust
      Billion year old carbon
      We are golden
      Caught in the devil's bargain
      And we've got to get ourselves
      back to the garden
      "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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      • How about some Neil Young instead, to avoid temptation?

        TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT
        -------------------
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.

        Bruce Berry was a working man
        He used to load that Econoline van.
        A sparkle was in his eye
        But his life was in his hands.

        Well, late at night when the people were gone
        He used to pick up my guitar
        And sing a song in a shaky voice
        That was real as the day was long.

        Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night.

        Early in the mornin' at the break of day
        He used to sleep until the afternoon.
        If you never heard him sing
        I guess you won't too soon.

        'Cause people let me tell you
        It sent a chill up and down my spine
        When I picked up the telephone
        And heard that he'd died out on the mainline.

        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.

        Bruce Berry was a working man
        He used to load that Econoline van.
        Well, early in the morning at just about the break of day
        He used to sleep until the afternoon.

        Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
        Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.

        ---------------------------------------------------------------
        This 2 may be my favorites.

        Harvest

        Did I see you down in a young girl's town
        With your mother in so much pain?
        I was almost there at the top of the stairs
        With her screamin' in the rain.

        Did she wake you up to tell you that
        It was only a change of plan?
        Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
        With the promise of a man.

        Did I see you walking with the boys
        Though it was not hand in hand?
        And was some black face in a lonely place
        When you could understand?

        Did she wake you up to tell you that
        It was only a change of plan?
        Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
        With the promise of a man.

        Will I see you give more than I can take?
        Will I only harvest some?
        As the days fly past will we lose our grasp
        Or fuse it in the sun?

        Did she wake you up to tell you that
        It was only a change of plan?
        Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
        With the promise of a man.

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

        Long May You Run

        We've been through some things together
        With trunks of memories still to come
        We found things to do in stormy weather
        Long may you run.

        Long may you run.
        Long may you run.
        Although these changes have come
        With your chrome heart shining in the sun
        Long may you run.

        Well, it was back in Blind River in 1962
        When I last saw you alive
        But we missed that shift on the long decline
        Long may you run.

        Long may you run.
        Long may you run.
        Although these changes have come
        With your chrome heart shining in the sun
        Long may you run.

        Maybe The Beach Boys have got you now
        With those waves singing "Caroline No"
        Rollin' down that empty ocean road
        Gettin' to the surf on time.

        Long may you run.
        Long may you run.
        Although these changes have come
        With your chrome heart shining in the sun
        Long may you run.





        Last edited by SlowwHand; May 20, 2003, 15:48.
        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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        • Kentucky Rain
          Elvis Presley
          (words & music by Eddie Rabbit - **** Heard)



          Seven lonely days
          And a dozen towns ago
          I reached out one night
          And you were gone
          Don't know why you'd run,
          What you're running to or from
          All I know is I want to bring you home
          So I'm walking in the rain,
          Thumbing for a ride
          On this lonely Kentucky backroad
          I've loved you much too long
          And my love's too strong
          To let you go, never knowing
          What went wrong
          Kentucky rain keeps pouring down
          And up ahead's another town
          That I'll go walking thru
          With the rain in my shoes,
          Searchin for you
          In the cold Kentucky rain,
          In the cold Kentucky rain
          Showed your photograph
          To some old gray bearded man
          Sitting on a bench
          Outside a gen'ral store
          They said "Yes, she's been here"
          But their memory wasn't clear
          Was it yesterday,
          No, wait the day before
          So I fin'ly got a ride
          With a preacher man who asked
          "Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?"
          As we drove on thru the rain
          As he listened I explained
          And he left me with a prayer
          That I'd find you
          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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          • Runrig - Flower of the West

            Flower Of The West

            Sunburst
            The morning moar
            The light of God
            The heart of youth
            I look around me
            My eyes find their rest on this garden
            The flower of the west

            The silent skies
            An innocent heart
            Holding the moment away
            From time in the dark
            All I see. All I know
            Is touching the sacred earth
            Warming the hallowed ground

            Walk on
            Walk on
            Walk on

            Sunrise
            The colour frontier
            The ageing light
            The sight that knows no fear
            I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore
            To Aloter
            And the road to Ahmore

            The silent skies
            An innocent heart
            Holding the moment away
            From time in the dark
            All I see. All I know
            Is touching the sacred earth
            Warming the hallowed ground

            I survive the childhood universe
            And I step the naked heath
            Where the breathing of the vanished
            Lies in acres round my feet
            Past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada
            And the flatlands to the east
            Where the dark blue mass of Eval
            Meets the rising Rock of Lee
            Between the Crogary and Maairi
            I started to descend
            Loch Aongais on my left hand side
            I look across to Clett
            Collies barking on the outrun
            Dunlin dancing on the sand
            Breakers show round Corran Vallique
            And empty the Atlantic on the strand

            The silent skies
            An innocent heart
            Holding the moment away
            From time in the dark
            All I see. All I know
            Is touching the sacred earth
            Warming the hallowed ground

            Flower of the west
            "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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            • "A Little Past Little Rock"
              by Lee Ann Womack

              I had to leave my life in Dallas
              That town will always be you
              In every crowd on every corner
              In every face I'd see you
              So with nothin' more than a tank of gas
              I drove away without lookin' back
              And I guess that's how I got where I am
              Goin' anywhere as fast as I can

              And I'm a little past Little Rock
              Further down the line
              Too soon to know what's up ahead
              Too late to change my mind
              I gotta keep my heart out of this
              And both hands on the wheel
              I'm learnin' more with every mile
              Just how leavin' feels
              It's a lonely stretch of blacktop
              Out into the blue
              Don't know where I'll go or what I'll do
              I'm a little past Little Rock
              But a long way from over you



              These headlights on the highway
              Disappear into the dark
              And if I could have it my way
              I'd go back to where you are
              Oh but I can't turn this thing around
              And nothin' short of breakin' down
              Is gonna get me off this road I'm on
              Oh and I'm still a far cry from gone

              And I'm a little past Little Rock
              Further down the line
              Too soon to know what's up ahead
              Too late to change my mind
              I gotta keep my heart out of this
              And both hands on the wheel
              I'm learnin' more with every mile
              Just how leavin' feels
              It's a lonely stretch of blacktop
              Out into the blue
              Don't know where I'll go or what I'll do
              I'm a little past Little Rock
              But a long way from over you

              I'm a little past Little Rock
              But a long way from over you
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • Triple Play from Spock's Beard

                Go the Way You Go 12:07

                Look--another heart is beating
                but how? why? There must be some way to know
                so many roads are weaving
                and I wish I knew which way I should go
                Go the way you go
                You can't know what you don't know
                So go the way--go the way you go

                So, you say the world is perfect
                and all there is is all there could be
                but it's all just words to me
                can you say more, 'cause I want to know
                Go the way you go
                You can't know what you don't know
                So go the way--go the way you go

                Half Moon Bay playin' 45s
                hammer's in the window while the mouse man drives
                and they're passing cars like people
                and they never say the things they know
                and the master of disaster is sleepin' in the road

                carbon copy of the last place you know
                the past is telling how the future will go
                and I can't believe you're asking in your mind
                I can't believe it's taking so much time
                sometimes you know the sun can burn you blind
                go the way you go

                all kinds of people ain't tied to no mast
                got all kinds of visions of future and past
                they won't confiscate you; they'll quote you no facts
                they are the human tides turning; they are the fires burning
                waving their banner of white, the people are right
                the people are right, the people are right
                ARE THEY RIGHT?

                look, another day is breaking
                and hot light will soon turn the black to blue
                I know these roads are weaving
                but it's alright, trust in the roads you choose
                go the way you go (and trust what you choose)
                you can't know what you don't know
                (and there's no way to lose now)
                go the way you go (no matter what you do)
                you can't know what you don't know
                go the way you go


                The Good Don't Last 10:04

                We could've been God's dream, we could've lived the LIFE
                Could've done great things, man it would've been so nice
                It could've been me, could've been you,
                we could've done everything we wanted to do
                I don't know how it happened, but we got it all wrong
                The bad don't mean anything and the good don't last too long

                We could've watched "Black Like Me",
                instead we watched the big guns
                and everybody knows the words to "Seasons in the Sun"
                Could've had give, could've had take,
                could've made anything we wanted to make
                so we made "Wheel of Fortune" and all the popular songs
                we made a land where crap is king
                and the good don't last too long

                Now there's darkened doorways creaking in my bed
                I've got the Mannix theme song playing in my head
                put this one to bed


                No words, no denying--The Radiant Is is still here
                watching and multiplying, and it's not going to disappear


                Harm's Way 11:05

                Burned by their fields on a cold stainless day
                Blown by the wind, they've got nothing to say
                I can't look the other way just to stay out of harm's way
                Toes in the dirt, here's a fork in the road
                Blood on my shirt and a lump in my throat
                I can't look the other way just to stay out of harm's way

                Pretty maids in a row tried to hide from the cold
                With their heads up high they're just waiting around to die
                The word resigned comes to mind,
                the leaders race while we fall behind
                But they can't touch the sky, they're just waiting around to die

                Touched by the gold as the moment is framed
                no one will look so no one is blamed
                I can't look the other way, I won't stay out of harm's way

                The Venus slowly rises in the night,
                the people softly lit by restless moonlight
                And as the jackal preys upon the netherworld,
                you can hear as she surprises and sings "RISE!"
                And as the jackal preys upon the netherworld,
                you can hear her as she rises and sings "RISE!"

                Touched by the wind as the movement returns,
                now we begin all the lessons to learn
                I can't look the other way, I won't stay out of harm's way

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                • Triple Shot Thursday; Toby Keith

                  I Wanna Talk About Me

                  We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
                  We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
                  We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
                  About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
                  We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
                  We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
                  The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
                  And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
                  You know talking about you makes me smile
                  But every once in awhile

                  I wanna talk about me
                  Wanna talk about I
                  Wanna talk about number one
                  Oh my me my
                  What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
                  I like talking about you, usually, but ocassionally
                  I wanna talk about me
                  I wanna talk about me

                  We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
                  your high school team and your moisturizer creme
                  We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
                  We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
                  We talk about your guys of every shape and size
                  The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
                  We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts
                  And your medical charts and where you start
                  You know talking about you makes me grin
                  But every now and then

                  I wanna talk about me
                  Wanna talk about I
                  Wanna talk about number one
                  Oh my me my
                  What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
                  I like talking about you, usually, but ocassionally
                  I wanna talk about me
                  I wanna talk about me

                  You you you you you you you you youyouyouyouyou
                  I wanna talk about me

                  I wanna talk about me
                  Wanna talk about I
                  Wanna talk about number one
                  Oh my me my
                  What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
                  I like talking about you, usually, but ocassionally
                  I wanna talk about me
                  I wanna talk about me

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

                  She Ran Away With A Rodeo Clown

                  She's a top barrel racer
                  Cowboy chaser
                  She drinks tecate like it's goin' out of style
                  She's real good lookin' And pretty good at hookin'
                  Any man she wants with just a little smile

                  I drawed a strong one
                  A big full grown one
                  He punched me out when I hit the ground
                  I came to with a panoramic view
                  Lookin' for my baby
                  She was nowhere around

                  I looked up, I looked down
                  I ain't seen her since the second go-'round
                  Somebody said they seen her headin' out of town
                  Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
                  She ran away with a rodeo clown

                  She's got twenty-two dollars
                  And makeup on her collar
                  She left some clothes so she's travelin light
                  But I'll bet a new saddle
                  And forty head of cattle
                  That I could catch 'em both if I drove all night
                  But this don't make sense
                  She's done jumped the fence
                  And I'm speedin' cross Texas on a broken heart
                  I'm goin' home where the coyote roam
                  Makin' my camp at the end of the bar

                  I looked up, I looked down
                  I ain't seen her since the second go-'round
                  Somebody said they seen her headin' out of town
                  Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
                  She ran away with a rodeo clown

                  I looked up, I looked down
                  I ain't seen her since the second go-'round
                  Somebody said they seen her headin' out of town
                  Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
                  She ran away with a rodeo clown

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

                  Dream Walkin'

                  She left a yellow rose and a long neck bottle
                  On a table beside my bed
                  With a short little note that said I had a good time
                  It was written in lipstick red
                  She didn't sign her name I wonder
                  If that a little secret that she keeps
                  Ooo... she's walkin' around in my sleep

                  Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
                  She's callin' my name again
                  Day's breakin' I ain't wakin' up, I'm sleepin' in
                  I'm on a roll now, I gotta know how this dream ends

                  She took my new sunglasses and my old jean jacket
                  And she never even bothered to ask
                  You could say I haven't seen her since late last summer
                  But every night she comes back
                  Just like smoke through the keyhole
                  She slips in so silently
                  Ooo... she's walkin' around in my sleep

                  Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
                  She's callin' my name again
                  Day's breakin' I ain't wakin' up, I'm sleepin' in
                  I'm on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends

                  Ooo... there's a thin line between dreams and memories
                  I'll be losin' my mind 'till she comes back to me

                  Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
                  She's callin' my name again
                  Day's breakin I ain't wakin' up, I'm sleepin' in
                  I'm on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends
                  I'm on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends
                  I'm on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends

                  She's walkin' around in my sleep
                  She's walkin' around in my sleep
                  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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                  • Lonestar
                    " Not A Day Goes By "


                    Got a picture of you I carry in my heart
                    Close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark
                    Got a memory of you I carry in my soul
                    I wrap it close around me when the nights get cold
                    If you asked me how I'm doin' I'd say just fine
                    But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind

                    Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
                    After all this time you're still with me it's true
                    Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
                    Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

                    I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
                    Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
                    And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark
                    Wishin' you were next to me, your head against my heart
                    If you asked me how I'm doing I'd say just fine
                    But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind

                    Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
                    After all this time you're still with me it's true
                    Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
                    Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

                    Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days
                    Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way

                    Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
                    After all this time you're still with me it's true
                    Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
                    Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
                    "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                    • If you think the lyrics are weird, try getting the tune, its very fun

                      Manu Chao - Bongo Bongo

                      Mama was queen of the mambo
                      papa was king of the kongo
                      deep down in a djungle
                      last up banging life has Bongo

                      Everybody like to be
                      in my place instead of me
                      cause I´m the king of Bongo
                      baby I´m the king of Bongo Bong

                      I went to the big town
                      where there is a lot of sound
                      from the djungle to the city
                      looking for a bigger crown

                      So I play my Bongee
                      for the people of this city
                      but they don´t go crazy
                      when I´m banging all my boogie
                      I´m the

                      Refrain:
                      King of the Bongo
                      King of the Bongo
                      Hear me when I come, baby
                      King of the Bongo
                      King of the Bongo

                      Nobody like to be
                      in my place instead of me
                      cause nobody go crazy
                      when I´m banging all my boogie

                      I´m a king without a crown
                      and I´m loosing a big town
                      but I´m the king of Bongo
                      baby I´m the king of Bongo Bong

                      Refrain

                      They said that I´m a clown
                      liking too much dirty sound
                      they said there is no place
                      for little monkey in this town

                      Nobody like to be
                      in my place instead of me
                      cause nobody go crazy
                      when I´m banging all my boogie
                      I´m the

                      Refrain

                      Banging all my boogie
                      all that swing belongs to me
                      I´m so uppy there´s nobody
                      in my place instead of me

                      I´m a king without a crown
                      and loosing a big town
                      but I´m the king of Bongo
                      baby I´m the king of Bongo Bong

                      Refrain

                      Mama was queen of the mongo
                      papa was king of the kongo
                      deep down in a djungle
                      last up banging life has Bongo

                      Everybody like to be
                      in my place instead of me
                      cause I´m the king of Bongo
                      baby I´m the king of Bongo Bong

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                      • Isn't It Time
                        The Babys



                        Falling in love was the last thing I had on my mind
                        Holding you is a warmth that I thought I could never find

                        (Sitting here all alone)
                        Just trying to decide
                        (Whether to go all alone)
                        Or stay by your side
                        (Then I stop myself because)
                        I know I could cry

                        I just can't find the answers
                        To the questions that keep going through my mind
                        Hey babe
                        Isn't it time

                        (Isn't it time it took time to wait)
                        (Falling in love could be your mistake)
                        Isn't it time
                        (Isn't it time you took time to wait)
                        (Falling in love could be your mistake)

                        I've seen visions of someone like you in my life
                        A love that's strong reaching out
                        Holding me through the darkest night

                        (Sitting here all alone)
                        Just trying to decide
                        (Whether to go all alone)
                        Or stay by your side
                        (Then I stop myself because)
                        I don't want to cry

                        I just can't find the answers
                        To the questions that keep going through my mind
                        Hey babe
                        Isn't it time

                        (Isn't it time it took time to wait)
                        (Falling in love could be your mistake)
                        Isn't it time
                        (Isn't it time you took time to wait)
                        (Falling in love could be your mistake)

                        I feel a warmth in my heart
                        And my soul that I never knew
                        This love affair gives me strength
                        That I need just to get me through

                        (Sitting here all alone)
                        Just wondering why
                        (Then I stop myself because)
                        I know I could cry
                        (Then I think of you)
                        And everything seems alright

                        I've finally found the answers
                        To the questions that keep going through my mind
                        Hey babe
                        Isn't it time

                        (Isn't it time you don't have to wait)
                        (Don't have to wait)
                        I know it's time
                        (Losing this love could be your mistake)
                        Ooh yeah
                        (Isn't it time)
                        I know it's time
                        (Isn't it time you don't have to wait)
                        It must be time
                        (Don't have to wait)
                        (Losing this love could be your mistake)
                        (Isn't it time)
                        It must be time
                        (Isn't time you don't have to wait)
                        (Don't have to wait)
                        It oughta be time
                        (Losing this love could be your mistake)
                        (Isn't it time)
                        (Isn't it time you don't have to wait)
                        (Don't have to wait)
                        It must be time
                        (Losing this love could be your mistake)
                        (Isn't it time)

                        (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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                        • What You Are, Audioslave.

                          And when you wanted me
                          I came to you
                          And when you wanted someone else
                          I withdrew
                          And when you asked for a light
                          I set myself on fire
                          And if I go far away I know
                          You’ll find another slave

                          Cause now I’m free from what you want
                          Now I’m free from what you need
                          Now I’m free from what you are

                          And when you wanted blood
                          I cut my veins
                          And when you wanted love
                          I bled myself again
                          Now that I’ve had my fill of you
                          I’ll give you up forever
                          And here I go far away
                          I know you’ll find another slave

                          Cause now I’m free from what you want
                          Now I’m free from what you need
                          Now I’m free from what you are

                          Then a vision came to me
                          When you came along
                          I gave you everything
                          But then you wanted more

                          Cause now I’m free from what you want
                          Now I’m free from what you need
                          Now I’m free from what you are
                          I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                          [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                          • 19
                            Paul Hardcastle


                            In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war,
                            but it wasn't.
                            It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting.
                            In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26...
                            In Vietnam he was 19.
                            In inininininin Vietnam he was 19.

                            (TV announcer's voice)
                            The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
                            25 miles west of Saigon
                            I really wasn't sure what was going on (Vet's Voice)

                            Nininini Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
                            19,19,19,19

                            In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served a twelve month tour of duty but
                            was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
                            Ninininininininininin 19 nininininninin 19

                            Hundreds of Thousands of men who saw heavy combat in Vietnam were arrested
                            since discharge
                            Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age.
                            There are no accurate figures of how many of these men have been incarcerated.
                            But, a Veterans Administration study concludes that the greater of Vets
                            exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances of being arrested or
                            convicted.

                            This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

                            (Singing Girls)
                            All those who remember the war
                            They won't forget what they've seen..
                            Destruction of men in their prime
                            whose average was 19
                            Dedededededede-Destruction
                            Dedededededede-Destruction
                            War, War
                            Dededede-Destruction, wa-wa-War, wa-War, War
                            Dedededededede-Destruction
                            War, War

                            After World War II the Men came home together on troop ships, but the Vietnam
                            Vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
                            Perhaps the most dramatic difference between World War II and Vietnam was
                            coming home.. .none of them received a hero's welcome
                            None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
                            Nenene Nenene None of them, none of them, none of them (etc...)
                            None of them received a hero's welcome
                            None of them received a hero's welcome

                            According to a Veteran's Administration study
                            Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what Psychiatrists call
                            Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder
                            Many vets complain of alienation, rage, or guilt
                            Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
                            Eight to Ten years after coming home almost eight-hundred-thousand men are
                            still fighting the Vietnam War

                            (Singing Girls)
                            Dedededededede-Destruction

                            Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
                            19,19,19,19
                            Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
                            19,19,19,19

                            (Soldiers Voice)
                            When we came back it was different.. Everybody wants to know "How'd it
                            happened to those guys over there
                            There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
                            We did what we had to do
                            There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
                            People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
                            Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
                            All we want to do is come home
                            All we want to do is come home
                            What did we do it for
                            All we want to do is come home
                            Was it worth it?






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                            Have a safe Memorial Day Weekend
                            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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                            • Lightning Seeds - Marvellous

                              Oh you hope to fit, but you're fit to drop
                              Open up the window and jump into the blue
                              Things could be marvellous
                              Things could be fabulous

                              Oh you need a push, I'll push you off
                              Open up the window and jump into the blue
                              Things could be marvellous soon

                              Oh you hate to hit till you hit the top
                              Open up the window and jump into the blue
                              Things could be marvellous
                              Things could be fabulous soon

                              Oh well, these are the days and this is the life
                              They'll always be something
                              On your mind
                              You'll never quite find
                              Won't you never make your mind up
                              Now you'll never be sure if this is the time
                              If this is the moment, the end of the line
                              You'll never decide

                              You sit there and wait for the phone to ring
                              When are they gonna call?
                              Are they ever gonna call you at all?
                              Things could be marvellous
                              Things could be fabulous soon

                              You used to know but now you've forgotten
                              The submarine got stuck to the bottom
                              These are the days so wake up 'cause this is the time
                              And you know I'm right
                              "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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                              • Beer For My Horses
                                Toby Keith with Willie Nelson



                                Well, a man come on the 6 o'clock news,
                                Said somebody's been shot, somebody's been abused.
                                Somebody blew up a building, somebody stole a car.
                                Somebody got away. somebody didn't get too far, yeah.
                                They didn't get too far.
                                Grandpappy told my pappy: "Back in my day, son,
                                "A man had to answer for the wicked that he done.
                                "Take all the rope in Texas, find a tall oak tree,
                                "Round up all of them bad boys, hang them high in the street,
                                "For all the people to see that:

                                "Justice is the one thing you should always find.
                                "You got to saddle up your boys,
                                "You got to draw a hard line.
                                "When the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune.
                                "We'll all meet back at the local saloon,
                                "We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces,
                                "Singing: 'Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.'"

                                We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds,
                                We've got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets.
                                It's time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground.
                                Send 'em all to their maker and he'll settle 'em down:
                                You can bet he'll settle 'em down 'cause,

                                Justice is the one thing you should always find.
                                You got to saddle up your boys,
                                You got to draw a hard line.
                                When the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune.
                                We'll all meet back at the local saloon,
                                We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces,
                                Singing: "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses."

                                Justice is the one thing you should always find.
                                You got to saddle up your boys,
                                You got to draw a hard line.
                                When the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune.
                                We'll all meet back at the local saloon,
                                We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces,
                                Singing: "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses."
                                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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