You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

[reismark]

In honor of a great entertainer - one taken from this world far too soon - that we were all privledged to enjoy each and every week.

Vaya con Dios, mi amigo. Viva la Raza!

In Loving Memory
Alter Bridge

Thanks for all you've done
I've missed you for so long
I can't believe you're gone
You still live in me
I feel you in the wind
You guide me constantly

I never knew what it was to be alone, no
'Cause you were always there for me
You were always there waiting
And I'll come home and I miss your face so
Smiling down on me
I close my eyes to see

And I know you're a part of me
And it's your song that sets me free
I sing it while I feel I can't hold on
I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me

I carry the things that remind me of you
In loving memory of
The one that was so true
You were as kind as you could be
And even though you're gone
You still mean the world to me

I never knew what it was to be alone, no
'Cause you were always there for me
You were always there waiting
But now I come home and it's not the same, no
It feels empty and alone
I can't believe you're gone

And I know you're a part of me
And it's your song that sets me free
I sing it while I feel I can't hold on
I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me

I'm glad he set you free from sorrow
I'll still love you more tomorrow
And you'll be here with me still
And what you did, you did with feeling
And you always found the meaning
And you always will
And you always will
And you always will...

And I know you're a part of me
And it's your song that sets me free
I sing it while I feel I can't hold on
I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me

[asleepathewheel]

Death Cab for Cutie: What Sarah Said

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that out memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?

[SlowwHand]

Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Blue On Black


Night, falls,
I'm alone
Skin, yeah,
chilled me to the bone
You, turned and you ran,
oh, slipped from the edge of my hand
Blue on black,
tears on a river
Push on a shove,
it don't mean much
Whisper on a scream,
doesn't change a thing
Don't bring you back
Blue on black
Blind, oh,
now I see
truth, lies,
and in between
Wrong,
can't be undone
Slipped,
from the tip of your tongue
Blue on black,
tears on a river
Push on a shove,
it don't mean much
Whisper on a scream,
doesn't change a thing
Don't bring you back
Blue on black

[jazzpollard]

good one

[molly bloom]

For Fred Phelps, for all the good times.

My silks and fine array,

My smiles and languish'd air,

By love are driv'n away;

And mournful lean Despair

Brings me yew to deck my grave:

Such end true lovers have.


His face is fair as heav'n,

When springing buds unfold;

O why to him was't giv'n,

Whose heart is wintry cold?

His breast is love's all worship'd tomb,

Where all love's pilgrims come.


Bring me an axe and spade,

Bring me a winding sheet;

When I my grave have made,

Let winds and tempests beat:

Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay.

True love doth pass away!

William Blake (sung by Julie Covington on 'The Beautiful Changes' )

[Buster Crabbe's Uncle]

This could should be a 'poly anthem:

Boy, boy, crazy boy, / Get cool, boy! / Got a rocket in your pocket, / Keep coolly cool, boy! / Don't get hot, / 'Cause man, you got / Some high times ahead. / Take it slow and Daddy-O, / You can live it up and die in bed!

Boy, boy, crazy boy! / Stay loose, boy! / Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it. / Turn off the juice, boy! / Go man, go, / But not like a yo-yo schoolboy. / Just play it cool, boy, / Real cool!

[Bereta_Eder]

History got a stink out on the streets
That we are through
We are, she says, the false song among the beautiful chants
And that, in the end of the day, shut up orators, you spoke too much
Hereinafter we will be playing on this toure solely as ghosts

Down with flags on the streets where we shouted
The winds have changed, she said, and the horizones too
They're doing us a favor in tolerating us and that we've had a good laugh
Now, publicly, the microphone will be possessed only by those who know

There were broadcasts and it was officially announced
That we are the wrong capital in the wrong entry
Their rotten world, there where it was rotting, came back to life
And our revolts are, they say, generally out of context

That slut, history, said we've gotten old
Our fixations are being picked up by the garbage vans
Foreign dreams and alien rags, we shouted in favor of them
And now we're receving a rain of coins from the rig

That slut, history, teared apart ancient visions
Now she is sending us up for service and for chamomile
We tightly rectified her virginity with stiches
We carried her and she carried us to the windmill

[molly bloom]

For Albert, with love.

Time with my girl, I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman
She says, you must be joking, oh man
You must be joking, she needed to be protected

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self-respect
So, I got into camouflage

The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform

To have ambition was my ambition
Time with my girl, I spent it well
You must be joking, oh man, you must be joking

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So, I got into camouflage

The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform

I need an order, shoot
I need an order, shoot
I need an order, shoot
I need an order

To have ambition was my ambition
Time with my girl, I spent it well
You must be joking, oh man, you must be joking

The girls, they love to see you shoot
The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform

The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform

The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
The girls, they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
The girls, they love to see you shoot

Gang Of Four, 'I Love A Man In Uniform'

[Main_Brain]

A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops,
The man who invented beer

[Dinner]

Where is Slowwie anyway?

[Buster Crabbe's Uncle]

In the Sports forum.