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  • #31
    Palisades Park


    Ramones


    Last night I took a walk in the dark
    To a place called Palisades Park
    To have some fun, to see what I could see
    That's where the girls are

    I took a ride on the shoopty shoop
    The girl I sat with almost, almost puked
    And when it stopped, she was holding hands with me

    My arms were flying up, like a rocket ship
    Down, like a roller coaster
    Fast, like a loopty loop
    Then around, like a merry-go-round
    We even at a hot dog stand
    Slam danced to a rockin' band
    And when she winked, I gave that girl a hug
    In the tunnel of love

    You'll never know how good it just can feel
    'Til it stops at the top of the ferris wheel
    I fell in love, down at Palisades Park

    Last night I took a walk in the dark
    To a place called Palisades Park
    To have some fun, to see what I could see
    That's where the girls are

    I took a ride on the shoopty shoop
    The girl I sat with almost, almost puked
    And when it stopped, she was holding hands with me

    My arms were flying up, like a rocket ship
    Down, like a roller coaster
    Fast, like a loopty loop
    Then around, like a merry-go-round

    We even at a hot dog stand
    We danced around to a rockin' band
    And when she winked, I gave that girl a hug
    In the tunnel of love

    You'll never know how good it just can feel
    'Til it stops at the top of the ferris wheel
    I fell in love, down at Palisades Park





    Last edited by Bereta_Eder; February 4, 2003, 11:58.

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    • #32
      Originally posted by SlowwHand
      For the ACS Gay community, who as a whole, are a good-hearted group of people
      Awww, I'm touched.

      In other news...

      Bis - Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying

      Don't let the sun catch you crying
      The night's the time for all your tears
      Your heart may be broken tonight
      But tomorrow in the moring light
      Don't let the sun catch you crying

      The nighttime shadows disappear
      And with that go all your tears, baby
      For the morings will bring joy
      For every girl and boy
      Don't let the sun catch you crying

      You know that crying's not a bad thing
      But stop your crying when the birds sing

      Just don't forget that love's just a game
      And it can always come again
      So don't let the sun catch you crying
      Don't let the sun catch you crying, baby


      Bis - Get Down

      I will be the one to love and comfort you
      From now until the day I die
      I will take you places that you only think
      About when you're asleep at night
      Let me take the time to understand
      And I will
      Set your spirit free

      If you get down on me
      I'll get down on you
      I will do anything
      That you want me to
      It's a game of give and take
      To make it through
      So if you get down on me
      I'll get down on you tonight

      Nighttime turns to day again
      And you are on my mind
      Winter turns to spring and then
      Life has passed you by
      Right now we are so young and free
      But we're runnin' out of time
      So while we've got each other here
      Let's treat our bodies right

      I wanna know exactly what to do, so that
      You'll never get me off of your mind
      Communicate and I'll go under cover, gonna
      Make you come tonight
      Over to my house

      I'm not the type to change your mind
      If you wanna take it slow
      No pressure to go all the way
      There are often places we can go

      Anytime is the right time to reveal it, when
      Two people fall as deep as you and me
      I wanna know every inch of your body so I
      Can set you spirit free

      I will be the one to love and comfort you
      From now until the day I die
      I will take you places that you only think
      About when you're asleep at night
      If you open up to me I'll make you realize
      The things that you could never see
      Let me take the time to understand and I will
      Set you free
      "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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      • #33
        Yeah. I know.

        My Father's Eyes
        Eric Clapton



        Sailing down behind the sun,
        Waiting for my prince to come.
        Praying for the healing rain
        To restore my soul again.

        Just a toerag on the run.
        How did I get here?
        What have I done?
        When will all my hopes arise?
        How will I know him?
        When I look in my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.
        When I look in my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.

        Then the light begins to shine
        And I hear those ancient lullabies.
        And as I watch this seedling grow,
        Feel my heart start to overflow.

        Where do I find the words to say?
        How do I teach him?
        What do we play?
        Bit by bit, I've realized
        That's when I need them,
        That's when I need my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.
        That's when I need my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.

        Then the jagged edge appears
        Through the distant clouds of tears.
        I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
        My foundations were made of clay.

        As my soul slides down to die.
        How could I lose him?
        What did I try?
        Bit by bit, I've realized
        That he was here with me;
        I looked into my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.
        I looked into my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.

        My father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.
        I looked into my father's eyes.
        My father's eyes.
        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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        • #34
          Falling DOwn by Tears for Fears

          Is this world spinning round
          Has this ship run aground
          What's that shape
          What's that sound
          That's just me falling down

          Some of us are free
          Some are bound
          Some will swim
          Some will drown
          Some of us are saints
          Some are clowns
          Just like me they're falling down

          Well I lied to the nation
          While my reputation ran dry
          From my lungs to my liver
          I clung to the river bank's side
          Yeah well I'm back in the water
          Doing what I oughta
          Trying to lead an ordinary life

          Is this world spinning round
          Has this ship run aground
          What's that shape
          What's that sound
          That's just me falling down

          Some of us are green
          Some are brown
          Some are lost
          Some are found
          Sight unseen baby
          Sound on sound
          Pray for me I'm falling down

          I was lost in the jungle
          Crossed over enemy lines
          Well I got me a red nose
          By sleeping under hedgerows at night
          Yeah well I tried levitation
          Flying in formation
          Heaven kows the weight of this crime

          Is this
          Is this world spinning round
          Has this ship run aground
          What's that shape
          What's that sound
          That's just me falling down

          La, la, la, la, la, la
          La, la, la, la, la, la
          La, la, la, la, la, la
          La, la, la, la, la, la

          Falling down
          Falling down

          Spit it Out by Slipknot

          Did you never gave a damn in the first place?
          Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
          Cuz in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
          And the verdict is guilty...

          Man nearly killed me
          Steppin' where you fear to tread
          Stop, drop and roll - you were DEAD FROM THE GIT-GO!
          BIG MOUTH ****ER - STUPID ********ER
          Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought
          Always is and never was
          Foundation made of piss and vinegar
          Step to me, I'll smear ya -Think I fear ya? BULL****!
          Just another dumb punk chompin' at this ***
          Is there any way to break through the noise?
          Was it something that I said that got you bent?
          Gotta be that way if you want it
          Sanity, Literal Profanity HIT ME!

          SPIT - IT OUT
          All you wanna do is drag me down
          All I wanna do is stamp you out
          SPIT - IT OUT
          All you wanna do is drag me down
          All I wanna do is stamp you out

          Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta rumour fodder
          Keepin' all your little spies and leavin' when you realize
          Step up, fairy
          I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome
          Straight to the dome
          You heard me right, *****, I didn't stutter
          If you know what's good - sit, shut up and beg, brother
          Backstab - Don't you know who you're dissin'?
          Side swipe - THE ASS THAT YOU'RE KISSIN'!

          BIGITY BIGITY-***** BOY, HALFWAY HOUSER
          don't hear **** cuz it keeps gettin' louder
          Come on... and get a face full o' tactic
          lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket
          You got no pull, no power, no NOTHIN'
          Now you start ****? Well, ain't that somethin'?
          Payoffs don't protect... and you can hide if you want
          But I'LL FIND YOU - Comin' up behind you!

          SPIT - IT OUT
          All you wanna do is drag me down
          All I wanna do is stamp you out
          SPIT - IT OUT
          All you wanna do is drag me down
          All I wanna do is stamp you out

          'Bout time I set this record straight
          All the needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate
          Sick o' my *****in' fallin' on deaf ears
          Where YOU gonna be in the next five years?
          The crew and all the fools, and all the politics
          Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
          You got **** when they passed out the good stuff
          Bam - are you sick of me?
          GOOD ENOUGH - HAD ENOUGH
          **** ME! I'm all out of enemies!
          **** ME! I'm all out of enemas!

          SPIT - IT OUT
          All you wanna do is drag me down
          All I wanna do is stamp you out
          SPIT - IT OUT
          All you wanna do is drag me down
          All I wanna do is spit you out

          SPIT
          SPIT IT OUT
          "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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          • #35
            I Did What I Did For Maria
            by Tony Christie


            Sun rise this is the last day
            that I'll ever see
            out in the court-yard
            they're ready for me
            but I go to my Lord without fear
            'cos I did what I did for Maria.

            As I rode into town
            with the sun going down
            all the windows were barred
            there was noone around
            for they knew that I'd come
            with my hand on my gun
            and revenge in my heart for Maria
            my dearest departed Maria.

            Take an eye for an eye
            and a life for a life
            and somebody must die
            for the death of my wife
            yes I did what I did for Maria
            I did what I did for Maria.

            Laughter echoed across for
            the end of the street
            there was the man
            I was burnin' to meet
            and my mind was so calm and so clear.
            as I took my revenge for Maria.

            And he fell to the ground
            raisin' dust all around
            but I knew he was dead
            long before he went down
            it was quick it was clean
            made it easy on him
            which is more than he did for Maria.
            When he did what he did for Maria.

            Take an eye for an eye
            and a life for a life
            and somebody must die
            for the death of my wife
            yes I did what I did for Maria
            I did what I did for Maria.

            Sun rise this is the last day
            that I'll ever see
            out in the court-yard
            they're ready for me
            but I go to my Lord without fear
            'cos I did what I did for Maria.

            Take an eye for an eye
            and a life for a life
            and somebody must die
            for the death of my wife
            yes I did what I did for Maria
            I did what I did for Maria.
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            • #36
              Beeflog-Cheeselog
              by Brak and Zorak


              Brak:
              Beeflog beeflog what a treat
              A hefty hunk of processed meat
              Dipped in mustard oh what joy
              I'm a jolly beeflog boy

              Hot and spicy, mild or plain
              I even eat the cellophane
              I might share some with my dog
              'cause we both love beeflogs, oh boy!

              Zorak:
              Brak I beg to disagree,
              cheeselog is the log for me
              As a meal or as a snack,
              it's my favorite saturated fat

              Cheeselog cheeselog
              cylindrical and yellow
              Cut the cheeselog
              and I'm a happy fellow

              Brak (in counterpoint to Zorak):
              Beeflog beeflog what a treat
              A hefty hunk of processed meat
              Dipped in mustard oh what joy
              I'm a jolly beeflog boy

              Zorak (in counterpoint to Brak):
              Cheeselog cheeselog
              cylindrical and yellow
              Cut the cheeselog
              and I'm a happy fellow
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              • #37
                Leather and Lace
                Stevie Nicks



                Is love so fragile...
                And the heart so hollow
                Shatter with words...
                Impossible to follow
                You're saying I'm fragile... I try not to be
                I search only... for something I can't see

                I have my own life... and I am stronger
                Than you know
                But I carry this feeling
                When you walked into my house
                That you won't be walking out the door
                Still I carry this feeling
                When you walked into my house
                That you won't be walking out the door

                Lovers forever... face to face
                My city or mountains
                Stay with me stay
                I need you to love me
                I need you today
                Give to me your leather...
                Take from me... my lace

                You in the moonlight
                With your sleepy eyes
                Could you ever love a man like me
                And you were right
                When I walked into your house
                I knew I'd never want to leave
                Sometimes I'm a strong man
                Sometimes cold and scared
                And sometimes I cry
                But that time I saw you
                I knew with you to light my nights
                Somehow I'd get by
                First time I saw you
                I knew with you to light my nights
                Somehow I would get by

                Lovers forever... face to face
                My city or mountains
                Stay with me stay
                I need you to love me
                I need you today
                Give to me your leather...
                Take from me... my lace

                Lovers forever... face to face
                My city or mountains
                Stay with me stay
                I need you to love me
                I need you to stay
                Give to me your leather
                Take from me... my lace
                Take from me... my lace
                Take from me... my lace
                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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                • #38
                  What Do You Want from Life?
                  The Tubes

                  What do you want from life
                  To kidnap an heiress
                  or threaten her with a knife
                  What do you want from life
                  To get cable TV
                  and watch it every night

                  There you sit
                  a lump in your chair
                  Where do you sleep
                  and what do you wear
                  when you're sleeping

                  What do you want from life
                  An Indian guru
                  to show you the inner light
                  What do you want from life
                  a meaningless love affair
                  with a girl that you met tonight

                  How can you tell when you're doin' alright
                  Does your bank account swell
                  While you're dreaming at night
                  How do know when you're really in love
                  Do violins play when you're touching the one
                  That you're loving

                  What do you want from life
                  Someone to love
                  and somebody that you can trust
                  What do you want from life
                  To try and be happy
                  while you do the nasty things
                  you must

                  Well, you can't have that, but if you're an American citizen you are entitled to:
                  a heated kidney shaped pool,
                  a microwave oven--don't watch the food cook,
                  a Dyna-Gym--I'll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
                  a kingsize Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
                  a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
                  real simulated Indian jewelry,
                  a Gucci shoetree,
                  a year's supply of antibiotics,
                  a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
                  and Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number,
                  a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
                  Rosemary's baby,
                  a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
                  a new Matador,
                  a new mastadon,
                  a Maverick,
                  a Mustang,
                  a Montego,
                  a Merc Montclair,
                  a Mark IV,
                  a meteor,
                  a Mercedes,
                  an MG,
                  or a Malibu,
                  a Mort Moriarty,
                  a Maserati,
                  a Mac truck,
                  a Mazda,
                  a new Monza,
                  or a moped,
                  a Winnebago--Hell, a herd of Winnebago's we're giving 'em away,
                  or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
                  a Las Vegas wedding,
                  a Mexican divorce,
                  a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
                  or a baby's arm holding an apple?
                  "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
                  —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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                  • #39
                    For Andy, just because he's easy on the eyes

                    Terri Clark - Easy On The Eyes

                    Should've known it was you
                    Knocking on my door
                    At a half past a heartache, quarter to four
                    Were you starting to worry I was finally getting over you?

                    I almost forgot you looked so fine
                    If you told me some lies it'd be like old times
                    Just getting to see you is almost worth the things you do

                    You're easy on the eyes
                    Hard on the heart
                    You look so good but the way things look ain't the way the are
                    Better say goodbye before we go too far
                    Cause now I realize you're easy on the eyes
                    Hard on the heart

                    I've got to admit you've got a smile
                    That really reeled me in for a while
                    But it ain't funny, honey what you put me through
                    So why don't you send me your photograph?
                    It would hurt a lot less than taking you back
                    Then I could still have my favorite part of you

                    You're easy on the eyes
                    Hard on the heart
                    You look so good but the way things look ain't the way the are
                    Better say goodbye before we go too far
                    Cause now I realize you're easy on the eyes
                    Hard on the heart

                    You're easy on the eyes
                    Hard on the heart
                    You look so good but the way things look ain't the way the are
                    Better say goodbye before we go too far
                    Cause now I realize you're easy on the eyes
                    Hard on the heart
                    "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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                    • #40
                      Billy Bragg - The Space Race Is Over

                      When I was young I told my mum
                      I'm going to walk on the Moon someday
                      Armstrong and Aldrin spoke to me
                      From Houston and Cape Kennedy
                      And I watched the Eagle landing
                      On a night when the Moon was full
                      And as it tugged at the tides, I knew deep inside
                      I too could feel its pull

                      I lay in my bed and dreamed I walked
                      On the Sea of Tranquillity
                      I knew that someday soon we'd all sail to the moon
                      On the high tide of technology
                      But the dreams have all been taken
                      And the window seats taken too
                      And 2001 has almost come and gone
                      What am I supposed to do?

                      Now that the space race is over
                      It's been and it's gone and I'll never get to the moon
                      Because the space race is over
                      And I can't help but feel we've all grown up too soon

                      Now my dreams have all been shattered
                      And my wings are tattered too
                      And I can still fly but not half as high
                      As once I wanted to

                      Now that the space race is over
                      It's been and it's gone and I'll never get to the moon
                      Because the space race is over
                      And I can't help but feel we've all grown up too soon

                      My son and I stand beneath the great night sky
                      And gaze up in wonder
                      I tell him the tale of Apollo And he says
                      "Why did they ever go?"
                      It may look like some empty gesture
                      To go all that way just to come back
                      But don't offer me a place out in cyberspace
                      Cos where in the hell's that at?

                      Now that the space race is over
                      It's been and it's gone and I'll never get out of my room
                      Because the space race is over
                      And I can't help but feel we're all just going nowhere
                      "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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                      • #41
                        For My Apolyton Buddies

                        Friends in Low Places
                        Garth Brooks



                        Blame it all on my roots
                        I showed up in boots
                        And ruined your black tie affair
                        The last one to know
                        The last one to show
                        I was the last one
                        You thought you'd see there
                        And I saw the surprise
                        And the fear in his eyes
                        When I took his glass of champagne
                        And I toasted you
                        Said honey we may be through
                        But you'll never hear me complain

                        'Cause I've got friends in low places
                        Where the whiskey drowns
                        And the beer chases my blues away
                        And I'll be okay
                        I'm not big on social graces
                        Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
                        Oh I've got friends in low places

                        Well I guess I was wrong
                        I just don't belong
                        But then I've been there before
                        Everything's all right
                        I'll just say goodnight
                        And I'll show myself to the door
                        Hey I didn't mean
                        To cause a big scene
                        Just give me an hour and then
                        Well I'll be as high
                        As that ivory tower
                        That you're livin' in

                        'Cause I've got friends in low places
                        Where the whiskey drowns
                        And the beer chases my blues away
                        And I'll be okay
                        I'm not big on social graces
                        Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
                        Oh I've got friends in low places

                        I've got friends in low places
                        Where the whiskey drowns
                        And the beer chases my blues away
                        And I'll be okay
                        I'm not big on social graces
                        Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
                        Oh I've got friends in low places

                        I've got friends in low places
                        Where the whiskey drowns
                        And the beer chases my blues away
                        And I'll be okay
                        I'm not big on social graces
                        Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
                        Oh I've got friends in low places

                        I've got friends in low places
                        Where the whiskey drowns
                        And the beer chases my blues away
                        And I'll be okay...



                        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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                        • #42
                          Triple Shot Thursday; Mark Chestnutt

                          Bubba Shot The Jukebox

                          We were hogged down at Marges Bar
                          Telling stories if we had one
                          Someone fired the old Jukebox up
                          the song it sure was a sad one
                          A tear drop rolled down Bubba's nose
                          From the pain the song was inflicting
                          All at once he jumped to his feet
                          just like somone kicked him

                          Chorus:
                          Bubba shot the jukebox last night
                          said it played a sad song
                          that made him cry
                          went to his truck and got a forty-five
                          Bubba shot the jukebox last night

                          Bubba ain't never been acused
                          of being mentaly stable
                          so we did not draw an easy breath
                          till he laid that Colt on the table

                          he hung his head till the cops showed up
                          he tried to march out of Marges
                          told him don't play dumb with us boy
                          you know damn well what the charge is

                          Chorus

                          Well the sheriff arrived
                          with his bathrobe on
                          the confrontation was a tense one
                          he shook his head and said
                          Bubba boy you was always a dis one
                          now reckless discharge of a gun
                          thats what the officers are claimin'
                          Bubba hollered loud as hell
                          I hit only where I was aiming

                          Bubba shot the jukebox last night
                          Said it played a sad song made him cry
                          went to his truck and got a forty-five
                          well he shot the jukebox
                          stopped it with one shot
                          bubba shot the jukebox last night

                          Well he could not tell right from wrong
                          through the tear drops in his eyes
                          beyond a shadow of a doubt
                          it was a justifiable homicide

                          Bubba shot the jukebox
                          stopped it with one shot
                          Bubba shot the Jukebox a last night

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                          Texas Is Bigger Than It Used To Be


                          Lucky me I grew up beneath that ole lone star
                          I was raised on fiddle and the steel guitar
                          Well it used to be if you wanted to swing to a good ole country song
                          You had to sing your way to Ft. Worth, Houston, Dallas, San Antone
                          But oh how it's grown

                          Chorus
                          Texas is bigger than it used to be
                          Coast to coast it's alive in most
                          Every town and city
                          I should know I'm on the road
                          And lovin¡ng what I see
                          Texas is bigger than it used to be

                          It's one, two, three step dancin' in the line
                          Stretchin' that denim having a good time
                          My daddy told me years ago - he said son there'll come a day
                          When it'll spread to Minnesota, New York City to LA
                          It's happening just that way

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                          Blame It On Texas

                          Been havin¡' a ball since I was a boy in Beaumont
                          Love that town but I just couldn't stay
                          Two stepped all the way to Amarillo
                          Shuffled my way into Santa Fe
                          Just had to see the sun set out in Frisco
                          The Golden Gate is great
                          But it ain't home
                          Give me a rodeo

                          Chorus
                          Blame it on Texas
                          Don't blame it on me
                          I am who I am
                          And that's what I'm gonna be
                          You can say what you wanna say
                          About my insanity
                          Blame it on Texas
                          Don't blame it on me

                          Met a girl out in eastern Oklahoma
                          Her daddy was a Tulsa millionaire
                          With miles and miles of oil wells he'd leave her
                          All a man could want was waitn' there
                          But one night while she lay sleepin' I slipped away
                          Like no man in his
                          Right mind would do
                          call me a fool
                          Repeat Chorus





                          Last edited by SlowwHand; February 6, 2003, 20:50.
                          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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                          • #43
                            Dead Skunk
                            Lou Wainwright III



                            Crossin' the highway late last night,
                            He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right,
                            He didn't see the station wagon, car,
                            The skunk got squashed and there you are!
                            (Chorus)
                            You got yer
                            Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
                            Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
                            Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
                            Stinkin' to high heaven!
                            Take a whiff on me that ain't no rose!
                            Roll up yer window and hold yer nose,
                            You don't have to look and you don't have to see,
                            'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory,
                            (Repeat Chorus)
                            Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog,
                            On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog
                            Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon,
                            The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon!
                            You got yer dead skunk, in the middle,
                            Dead skunk in the middle of the road.
                            Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
                            Stinkin' to high heaven.
                            C'mon stink!
                            (Fiddle break)
                            You got it,
                            It's dead, it's in the middle,
                            Dead skunk in the middle!
                            Dead skunk in the middle of the road,
                            Stinkin' to high heaven!
                            All over the road, technicolor man!
                            Oh, you got pollution.
                            It's dead, it's in the middle,
                            And it's stinkin' to high, high heaven!
                            (Fiddle fadeout)
                            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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                            • #44
                              Not the best of songs, but the lyrics aren't half bad.

                              David Sneddon - Stop Living The Lie

                              He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
                              Drowning his tears in a bottemless cup of coffee
                              And he's tumbling into his thoughts
                              His memories all tied in knots
                              Who is going to save him?
                              Cos no one wants to know him

                              I cant believe that you pull on a sleeve when you cry
                              You stick in the knife then give the kiss of life live a lie
                              We all have a saviour
                              So do yourself a favour
                              Stop living the lie

                              She stands alone in a place where no one knows her name
                              She catches them staring
                              They turn round and finish the frame
                              And she's nursing her head and her pride
                              She died long ago deep down inside
                              And who is going to save her?
                              Cos no-one wants to know her

                              I can't believe that you pull on a sleeve when you cry
                              You stick in the knife then give the kiss of life live a lie
                              We all have a saviour
                              So do yourself a favour
                              Stop living the lie

                              He sits alone and looks up to the eyes of an angel
                              She catches him staring and then smiles the smile of an angel
                              And she asks him if this chair is free
                              He says yes, will you sit here with me?
                              And no-one would have saved them
                              And we should all learn from them

                              I cant believe that you pull on a sleeve when you cry
                              You stick in the knife then give the kiss of life live a lie
                              We all have a saviour
                              So do yourself a favour
                              Stop living the lie
                              "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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                              • #45
                                Gypsy
                                Stevie Nicks



                                so i'm back to the velvet underground
                                back to the floor that i love
                                to a room with some lace and peper flowers
                                back to the gypsy...that i was...to the gypsy...that i was...

                                and it all comes down to you
                                well you know that it does, well...
                                lightning strikes...maybe once...maybe twice...
                                oh....and it lights up the night....
                                and you see your gypsy.......
                                you see your gypsy....

                                to the gypsy......
                                that remains.....
                                she faces freedom......
                                with a little fear.....
                                well i have no fear....
                                i have only love.....
                                and if i was a child....
                                and the child was enough.....
                                enough for me to love....
                                enough to love......

                                she is dancing away from you now
                                she was just a wish
                                she was just....a wish
                                and her memory is all that is left for you now
                                you see your gypsy.....
                                you see your gypsy.....

                                lightning strikes...
                                maybe once...maybe twice....
                                and it all comes down to you
                                oooooo......oh......well it all comes down to you....
                                lightning strikes...
                                maybe once....maybe twice....
                                oh.............
                                i still see your bright eyes......bright eyes...
                                and i've always loved you....
                                and it all comes down to you
                                it all comes down to 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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