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  • So i tried glenlivet

    And it was tooo smoky. Think I'll stik to glenfiddich. Must find maclleans, or something like that.

    So descibe the scotch you like. Let me know so I can decide what to try next. Man I'm pissed. I cann baely type.


    Glenfiddih 18 yr, nice, slightly smoky, kind of tarrry which is good, with a bunch of other flabour I can't describe except to say its got layers of taste which is very coool.

    And I'm listening to Springsteeens Ashbury PArk which is always cool.

    And I'm so drunk that I was listening to Billy joel 's Italian restaurant which I hven;t listened too siunce like High schooll sand it still hold s up, but Alllen town is like a thyotally crapo song.
    Golfing since 67

  • #2
    A truely gfreat song. Gordon is the man

    There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
    When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
    Long before the white man and long before the wheel
    When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
    But time has no beginnings and hist’ry has no bounds
    As to this verdant country they came from all around
    They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
    And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all

    And when the young man’s fancy was turnin’ to the spring
    The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
    Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
    And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay

    For they looked in the future and what did they see
    They saw an iron road runnin’ from sea to the sea
    Bringin’ the goods to a young growin’ land
    All up through the seaports and into their hands

    Look away said they across this mighty land
    From the eastern shore to the western strand
    Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
    We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
    Open ’er heart let the life blood flow
    Gotta get on our way ’cause we’re movin’ too slow

    Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
    We’re gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
    Open ’er heart let the life blood flow
    Gotta get on our way ’cause we’re movin’ too slow
    Get on our way ’cause we’re movin’ too slow

    Behind the blue rockies the sun is declinin’
    The stars, they come stealin’ at the close of the day
    Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
    Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away

    We are the navvies who work upon the railway
    Swingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun
    Livin’ on stew and drinkin’ bad whiskey
    Bendin’ our old backs ’til the long days are done

    We are the navvies who work upon the railway
    Swingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun
    Layin’ down track and buildin’ the bridges
    Bendin’ our old backs ’til the railroad is done

    So over the mountains and over the plains
    Into the muskeg and into the rain
    Up the st. lawrence all the way to gaspe
    Swingin’ our hammers and drawin’ our pay
    Drivin’ ’em in and tyin’ ’em down
    Away to the bunkhouse and into the town
    A dollar a day and a place for my head
    A drink to the livin’ and a toast to the dead

    Oh the song of the future has been sung
    All the battles have been won
    O’er the mountain tops we stand
    All the world at our command
    We have opened up the soil
    With our teardrops and our toil

    For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
    When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
    Long before the white man and long before the wheel
    When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
    When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
    And many are the dead men too silent to be real
    Golfing since 67

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    • #3
      And for Asher and NYE

      Oh the prairie lights are burnin� bright
      The chinook wind is a-movin� in
      Tomorrow night I�ll be alberta bound
      Though I�ve done the best I could
      My old luck ain�t been so good and
      Tomorrow night I�ll be alberta bound
      No one-eyed man could e�er forget
      The rocky mountain sunset
      It�s a pleasure just to be alberta bound
      I long to see my next of kin
      To know what kind of shape they�re in
      Tomorrow night I�ll be alberta bound
      Alberta bound, alberta bound
      It�s good to be alberta bound
      Alberta bound, alberta bound
      It�s good to be alberta bound

      Oh the skyline of toronto
      Is somethin� you�ll get onto
      But they say you�ve got to live there for a while
      And if you got the money
      You can get yourself a honey
      A written guarantee ta make you smile
      But it�s snowin� in the city
      And the streets and brown and gritty
      And I know there�s pretty girls all over town
      But they never seem ta find me
      And the one I left behind me
      Is the reason that I�ll be alberta bound

      Alberta bound, alberta bound
      It�s good to be alberta bound
      Alberta bound, alberta bound
      It�s good to be alberta bound
      It�s good to be alberta bound
      Golfing since 67

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      • #4
        can't thin of any Montreal songs for Kitty
        Golfing since 67

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        • #5
          Hey Ben, ever driven from Vancouver to Penticton?

          if yesm, you might relate to Jamers K's song:

          It's always at sunset the Hope Princeton Road
          You come to mind and that lightens my load
          The darkness is gathering the clouds overhead
          I'm thinking about you and something you said
          There's something you said that stands out in my mind
          You said I was lonely that made me unkind
          You said I should buck up and shoulder the road
          Those words made some sense on the Hope Princeton Road
          It's always at sunset the Hope Princeton Road
          Spirits are high but the ceiling is low
          I'm anticipating your bright smiling face
          The pleasures awaiting me inside your place
          Well inside your place the'll be food and a drink
          Something cool maybe a tonic I think
          Or maybe some tunes on your new stereo
          To counter the hum of the Hope Princeton Road
          It's always at sunset the Hope Princeton Road
          My heart beat is racing my speed is controlled
          I know that you're waiting an hour ahead
          But this part is endless you've oft heard it said
          You've oft head it said that life is a road
          It turns and it straightens, it's fast and it's slow
          But all that's no comfort for right now I know
          My life is contained on the Hope Princeton Road
          It's always at sunset the Hope Princeton Road
          You come to mind and that lightens my load
          The darkness is gathering the clouds overhead
          I'm thinking about you and something you said
          There's something you said that stands out in my mind
          You said I was lonely that made me unkind
          You said I should buck up and shoulder the road
          Those words made some sense on the Hope Princeton Road
          Golfing since 67

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          • #6
            If you think that Glenlivet is too strong for you, then don't try one of my favorites - Laphroaig - the taste and smell of tar is pretty strong
            With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.

            Steven Weinberg

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            • #7
              Okay boys, we may disagree on politics, but;s Stan was a god. And one of themany classic Stan songs:

              How still lies the bay, in the light western airs
              Which blow from the crimson horizon
              Once more we tack home, with a dry empty hold
              Saving gas with the breezes so fair
              She's a kindly cape islander, old but still sound
              But so lost in the long liner's shadow
              Make and Break and make do, but the fish are so few
              That she won't be replaced should she founder

              Now its so hard to not think of before the big war
              When the cod went so cheap, but so plenty
              Foreign trawlers go by now with long seeking eyes
              Taking all where we seldom take any
              And the young folk don't stay with the fisherman's ways
              Long ago they all moved to the cities
              And the ones left behind old and tired and blind
              Won't work for a pound, for a penny.

              In Make and Break Harbour the boats are so few
              Too many are pulled up and rotten.
              Most houses stand empty, old nets hung to dry
              Are blown away lost and forgotten

              Now I can see the big draggers have stirred up the bay
              Leaving lobster traps smashed on the bottom
              Can they think it don't pay to respect the old ways
              That make and break men have not forgotten
              For we still keep our time to the turn of the tide
              In this boat that I built with my father
              Still lifts to the sky, the "one lunger" and I
              Still talk like old friends on the water
              Golfing since 67

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              • #8
                The symphony in your head
                The kind of things I wish that were never said
                Cause I had no idea
                Break my heart another day.
                You lost what you wanted
                Did you want it this way?
                Cause I had no idea, yeah

                Come on, come on, come on,
                I thought we were just having fun
                Come on, come on, come on,
                It's all in your mind, she said
                Well, Come on, Come on, come on,
                Don't be afraid of it, falling in love
                Come on, come on, come on

                Broken hear, what's the matter?
                You knew it was coming,
                boy it didn't change a thing.
                Cause I had no idea.
                Let it get to you on the way back.
                Summertime love was the only thing we could have.
                Cause I had no idea.

                Come on, come on, come on,
                I thought we were just having fun
                Come on, come on, come on,
                It's all in your mind, she said
                Well, Come on, Come on, come on,
                Don't be afraid of it, falling in love
                Come on, come on, come on

                Do what you want if it's on your way back down.
                Do what you want if it's on your way back home.

                Come on, come on, come on,
                I thought we were just having fun
                Come on, come on, come on,
                Isn't this fun?

                Come on, come on, come on,
                Don't be afraid of it, falling in love
                Come on, come on, come on
                Number One Fan - Come On
                www.my-piano.blogspot

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Tingkai
                  And for Asher and NYE

                  Oh the prairie lights are burnin� bright
                  The chinook wind is a-movin� in
                  Tomorrow night I�ll be alberta bound
                  Though I�ve done the best I could
                  My old luck ain�t been so good and
                  Tomorrow night I�ll be alberta bound
                  No one-eyed man could e�er forget
                  The rocky mountain sunset
                  It�s a pleasure just to be alberta bound
                  I long to see my next of kin
                  To know what kind of shape they�re in
                  Tomorrow night I�ll be alberta bound
                  Alberta bound, alberta bound
                  It�s good to be alberta bound
                  Alberta bound, alberta bound
                  It�s good to be alberta bound

                  Oh the skyline of toronto
                  Is somethin� you�ll get onto
                  But they say you�ve got to live there for a while
                  And if you got the money
                  You can get yourself a honey
                  A written guarantee ta make you smile
                  But it�s snowin� in the city
                  And the streets and brown and gritty
                  And I know there�s pretty girls all over town
                  But they never seem ta find me
                  And the one I left behind me
                  Is the reason that I�ll be alberta bound

                  Alberta bound, alberta bound
                  It�s good to be alberta bound
                  Alberta bound, alberta bound
                  It�s good to be alberta bound
                  It�s good to be alberta bound

                  hmmm I gues I don't warrant a mention
                  You don't get to 300 losses without being a pretty exceptional goaltender.-- Ben Kenobi speaking of Roberto Luongo

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                  • #10
                    Hey Ben, ever driven from Vancouver to Penticton?
                    Nope, I've taken a bus from there though. From Kelowna to Penticton to Hope to Vancouver.
                    Scouse Git (2) La Fayette Adam Smith Solomwi and Loinburger will not be forgotten.
                    "Remember the night we broke the windows in this old house? This is what I wished for..."
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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by Tingkai
                      Okay boys, we may disagree on politics, but;s Stan was a god. And one of themany classic Stan songs:
                      Chorus:

                      Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
                      To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
                      Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
                      And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.

                      Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
                      The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
                      Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
                      And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.

                      Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
                      In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
                      Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
                      This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.

                      And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
                      I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
                      Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
                      To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.

                      How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
                      Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
                      To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
                      To find there but the road back home again.
                      12-17-10 Mohamed Bouazizi NEVER FORGET
                      Stadtluft Macht Frei
                      Killing it is the new killing it
                      Ultima Ratio Regum

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by BlackCat
                        If you think that Glenlivet is too strong for you, then don't try one of my favorites - Laphroaig - the taste and smell of tar is pretty strong
                        Ah Laphroaig - very nice. Right up there with Talisker.

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